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101: The New Heir

[Arella] Shock. Utter shock. That was the look on the brown-suit man’s face—his pale complexion standing stark against the blinding overhead lights. A dash of horror flickers in his expression, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. “B-Brother?” he chokes out, the words barely escaping his lips. Oh. So, they’re brothers. The entire dome falls into a tense, suffocating silence. The only sounds left are the constant flashing of cameras and the electric tension crackling between them—so sharp, it could slice through steel. The air feels thick, oppressive, like it’s been drawn out of the lungs of everyone in the room, leaving only the harsh hum of anticipation. “It seems that there must’ve been a misunderstanding,” Grandfather says smoothly as I stop at the base of the stage, trying to steady my shaking hands on the cold, unforgiving handles of my wheelchair. A spotlight shifts toward us, casting an intrusive glare over my skin. My body heats up, though I can’t q

102: He's Here

[Lincoln]How could one woman suffer so much, man, in such a little amount of time?A small, irrational part of me is beginning to think I’m the jinx in her life. She hasn’t had a moment of peace since I came into it. Logically, I know that’s ridiculous, but I can’t shake the feeling. It’s like the universe took one look at her finally catching a break and said, Oh? You thought?Confusion, anger, and pure shock roll off my wife in waves as she sobs in my arms—her safe space. The weight of her emotions presses into my chest, each shudder of her body resonating deep within me. I hold her tighter, my grip firm yet reassuring. I’m glad she’s letting go with me, trusting me to keep her safe.The soft glow of the car’s interior light casts a dim halo around her trembling form, highlighting the tear tracks staining her flushed cheeks. Outside, the world continues as if nothing just shattered inside her—city lights blurring past the tinted windows, horns blaring in the distance, the occasiona

103: Won't You Invite Me In?

[Arella]Six black cars roll up our front yard in a dramatic fashion, kicking up dust as they glide to a halt with an air of untouchable importance. For a second, I feel like I’ve been transported into one of those over-the-top telenovelas Ava always forces me to watch with her these days. How did he even find my home?Then again, he’s a Walcott—I’m sure he can get whatever he wants with the snap of a damn finger.Lincoln comes up beside me, his body rigid, a tense energy rolling off my husband, his presence like a storm waiting to break. I don’t even have to look at him to feel the sheer force of his unspoken disbelief and fury vibrating off him in waves.And yet, strangely enough, I feel calm.I mean, sure—I woke up today as the sole heir to one of the biggest conglomerates in America. But yeah, it’s nothing much.The first to step out of the vehicles are the bodyguards. Their confidence is practically identical to the men Lincoln has stationed throughout the compound—rigid, sharp,

104: Her Mother

[Arella]"It is your right," he shifts, staring directly into my eyes. "I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I’d let it slip away into unworthy hands."I wipe a hand over my face, frustration bubbling up. "And you think I’m a worthy hand? For God’s sake, you don’t even know me. What if all this turns out to be fake, and I’m just some doppelganger? I mean, this kind of thing happens all the time, right? People walk around pretending to be someone else, living someone else’s life."His look is… unimpressed. Typical. He doesn’t get it, and honestly? I don’t get it either. I mean, who would? I barely know myself right now, let alone understand why any of this is happening. If I didn’t feel like I was already drowning, I’d probably laugh at how ridiculous this whole thing is.He sighs, bitterness thick in his voice. "I’m sorry," he says, his tone laced with annoyance. "But the guy who wrecked my life was about to hand the whole business over to his kid—the same kid who can’t ev

105: Her Mother II

[Arella]Was a drug addict... was a drug addict... was a drug addict.The words spin in my head, tumbling over each other before I even make sense of them. I can't process what I'm hearing. Lincoln stiffens beside me, his posture rigid, as if my shock is somehow his own. This certainly isn't the first thing I imagined he'd say.“You see,” my grandfather begins, his voice unexpectedly thick with something I can’t place, “your grandmother—my late wife—was always sick. Even before I married her, she had a weak body, a fragile constitution, and nothing we tried worked. I mean, literally everything.”His words seem to linger in the air, heavy and full of sorrow. I can see it in his face, the lines of regret etched deeper than the years themselves. “Odette was my only child. The pressure from my family for my late wife to give birth to a son... it crushed her. It ate her alive. She fell into depression."He pauses, as if trying to keep his composure, but I can tell it’s slipping. I swallo

106: Closure?

[Arella]"You mother scammed me out of some shares and ran away," he says, the words heavy, his voice shaking slightly, as though even the memory of it stings. My fingertips dig into my palm as I squeeze harder, the tension in my body building with each word. My nails bite into my skin, desperate to ground me in the present and not get lost in the past.“And as fate would have it, her lover boy scammed her out of that too and dumped her.” he deadpans, running a frustrated hand through his thick hair. “One year. A year of intense, grueling searching. I looked everywhere for my child. Everywhere. And eventually I found her in the underground slums, worn out, dug laced and utterly unrecognizable. That was the first time I laid eyes on you.”A small smile tugs at his lips, nostalgia coating his features you were so small, so beautiful. While your mother….”He shakes his head, "She was already far gone. Surviving on drugs like it was her next meal.I knew I had to take you away. I knew

107: Moral support

[Arella]"Oh thank God you're okay!"Bridget breathes out in relief, her voice cracking slightly as her arms envelop me in a warm, tight embrace. I melt into it, feeling the tension of the morning begin to ease."I'm fine, I'm fine," I mutter into her shoulder, trying to assure her, though her hug is like a balm to my frazzled nerves."Bridge… the baby," I add with amusement, the words slipping as her hug tightes like she isn't sure I'm here. It’s the only way to bring her attention back, to pull her away from her worry.Her eyes widen in surprise before she steps back, the realization hitting her like a wave."Sorry, sorry!" She apologizes, her cheeks flushing with the slightest hint of embarrassment. “I hope I didn't squish my little gum drop!” she pouts and I laugh pushing her face away as I mutter a “No, no, you didn't" But she doesn’t step away completely. Instead, she watches me with intense concern, her eyes still searching me for any sign of distress.I hear huffing and puff

108: How Dare He?

[Arella]"Not helpful," Bridget says, nudging Sasha’s side, and a dry laugh escapes me."Yep, this is my life now.""Wait, is he the same old man you saved that day from the accident?" Bridget asks, her eyes widening with disbelief."Yeah, it’s him, alright," I confirm, my voice tinged with surprise at how everything has come full circle."What a turn of events," Bridget says with a small shake of her head. "You’d be too busy to work at Chanax now."I stiffen, sending a small glare her way. "W-what do you mean? Of course I’ll work at Chanax. I haven’t accepted anything from him yet. I’m still your vice president."Sasha’s face softens, a teasing yet sad smile on her lips. "But for how long though? You can only run from your destiny for so long. You were born for something much greater than Chanax Enterprises.""Hey!" Bridget pouts in mock anger."No offense," Sasha quips with a giggle, "but you know what I mean."She turns her attention back to me, her gaze softening as she waits for

109: I Need Your Help

[Lincoln]"I never thought we'd cross paths again, boy."Mr. Walcott—my grandfather-in-law—speaks as I push his wheelchair toward the waiting car. The early afternoon sun is warm against my skin, casting long shadows over the polished driveway.I offer him a small smile, though my words are edged with dry amusement. "I never thought my wife would turn out to be a Walcott, sir."The nervous, awkward energy from earlier seems to melt away, replaced by something calmer—an unspoken understanding between two men who know what it means to carry the weight of a family name."How’s your father?" he asks, his tone neutral, but I don’t miss the weight behind the question.I stiffen slightly before forcing out a clipped reply. "As fine as he can be."He chuckles, glancing at his wrist as he flexes it, his watch catching the sunlight. His bodyguards flank us, ever watchful as one of them moves to open the car door."Hope he's staying put… and away from bad decision-making?" His brow arches knowin

110: Consequences Be Damned

[Deric]Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Anger rolls off me in violent waves as I hurl my phone to the ground, watching it smash into pieces. The screen cracks, the battery pops out, but the fury in my chest doesn’t settle. Three times. I tried three more damn times after she cut the call, and the number wouldn’t go through.Did she block me?How fucking dare she?But the even bigger problem, the one clawing at my sanity, is—why did I even want to call her in the first place? Why did I want to speak to her, to know how she was doing? I know it’s wrong. I know. But I couldn’t help myself.I saw her on the news yesterday.Calm demeanor. Porcelain skin. Eyes so fucking clear I felt my heart skip a beat. What is wrong with me?!I stopped taking those stupid tablets Vivi got for me. Something about them felt off. Sure, they helped with my raging migraines, but they also made me forget things—important things. Family stuff. Memories that felt like they were slipping through my fingers like sand.Ever sin

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