“Mrs. Sheila Thompson, what are you without your late husband’s name? A f*cking whore; who climbs up to rich men’s beds to live a luxurious life. I am Lotus Kent I don’t need my husband’s identity to achieve anything. So you have no standard to be my competitor.” Lotus said then was about to leave but stopped in her track. She turned around to face a raging Sheila.“On the other hand why would I compete with you for something that already belongs to me?” Lotus said raising her left hand and showing the shiny diamond on her finger. Then she turned around to the door. Sheila was a furious monster by then. She tried to pounce on Lotus but at that moment the door of the restroom burst opened by Peter. He looked at Sheila and then looked at Lotus. He checked Lotus top to bottom to look for any damage.“Are you alright?” Peter asked reaching out to Lotus and cupping her face with his both hands. Lotus looked at Sheila with a smirk. Then hooked her hands around Peter’s neck and leaned to his

After the lunch they were sitting in the dining room. Peter was getting prepared to leave but Henry stopped him.“Wait a bit I have some gifts for my daughter in law and grandchildren.” Henry told his son. Peter settled hearing his father.“Dad we don’t need any gifts. Your blessings are the best gift for us.” Lotus said to Henry. She wasn’t used to getting gifts.“You have come here for the first time so you have to accept the gifts I am going to give you.” Henry declared his decision. Peter knew once his father had decided anything no one can change his decision. So he motioned Lotus to stay quiet. So didn’t say anything else and sat back on the couch.After sometime the butler came with a tray covered with a red velvet cloth. Everyone was curiously looking at Henry to see his gifts. Nina was also looking at the tray. She wanted to know what Henry was giving to her daughter in law and those little monsters.When the butler took the cover there was an old jewelry box and a piece of pa

The aftermath of his night with Lotus still lingered in his mind. He could not brush off the fact that he was falling deeply in love with her and going against his code. He had not believed in love or attraction, but right from the time he slept with her at the hotel five years ago he had always known that their paths would cross again.He sat at his desk, engrossed in his work. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the room as he diligently reviewed the reports spread out before him. Just as he was about to sign off on a particularly important document, there was a sudden knock on his office door."Come in," Peter called, his voice laced with a hint of irritation at the interruption. He wasn't expecting any visitor at this time, he ordered that no one should interrupt him.The door creaked open, and Sheila stepped into the room. Peter couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the sight of her."What do you want, Sheila?" Peter asked, keeping his voice steady, still not remov

Peter's P. O. VI blinked my eyes open, my head throbbing as the haze of sleep slowly lifted. My surroundings were unfamiliar, and I felt a tinge of confusion before the memories of last night hit me like a punch to the gut. Anger surged through every fiber of my being, and I turned my gaze to the woman lying beside me – Sheila.God, what have I done? Why was I in bed with her? Gulping down a glass of water that laid by the nightstand, my memories started forming. How the hell was I drugged? The last thing I remembered taking was the drink after I got back from the restroom. That is to say, the one who drugged it would have done it while I was away..A very nice tactic, if I must say. But that was not all the memories that came. The pain-stricken face of Lotus, as she stared at us, was something I didn't want to imagine again in my lifetime; how do I make this up? A slight shake of the bed made me turn in anger.I didn't even try to hide my fury as I roughly shook her awake. "What hav

Lotus' P. O. VStepping into my car, I slammed the door shut, feeling the anger and hurt consume me. Maybe it was reckless, maybe it was foolish, but I didn't care. I needed to clear my head, to find some clarity amidst the chaos that had taken over my life. I didn't want to call Stanley or any of my drivers now. No one can see me in this state. Not even my children.Startlingly, a glimpse of light caught my eye. My gaze focused on the reflection in the rearview mirror, and there it was—a hickey mark on Peter's chin, fresh and undeniable. It kept flashing in my mind, and it kept making me go crazy. The sight pierced through me, and I felt tears streaming down my face. How could he betray me like this?I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my vision blurred by my tears. The anger and sadness overwhelmed me, clouding my judgment. As I sped down the highway, my mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts. And then, before I could even react, a truck loomed ahead, closing in on me far too quickly