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Michelle’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Raymond’s words echoed over and over in her head. “I want this marriage to be real. Stay with me, Michelle. For real this time." She couldn’t ignore the way her heart clenched at his confession. The sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his gaze—it felt real. But why now? Why after all this time? Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her temple. She needed to think carefully. Raymond had always been unreadable, guarded, and calculating. He was a man who never did anything without reason. So what had changed? Was this about her, or was this just another strategic move? She wondered. The logical part of her warned her to be careful. To not let herself be swept away by the idea of love when it could all be another transaction to him. But the part of her that had been slowly falling for him—the part that had felt safe in his arms, had melted beneath his touch—wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust that this tim

Michelle gripped her phone tightly, her mind racing from the eerie call. "Raymond is hiding something from you."The voice was unfamiliar, but the implications made her start thinking about what Noah said before. What could it mean? Before she could dwell on it further, her phone vibrated again—this time with a message from Chloe. Chloe: Michelle, have you seen the news?!Michelle frowned and quickly opened her social media to check what was going on. And what she saw made her stomach churn. A trending post from an anonymous account read: Rumor has it that a certain billionaire’s ex-lover is pregnant. And let’s just say… it’s his. #Scandal #BabyOnBoard”Michelle’s blood ran cold. She didn’t need to guess who the post was referring to. Millie. Her sister had wasted no time in launching her next attack. A slew of comments flooded in, filled with speculation. — Wait, Raymond Hawthorne? No way— Is this about Millie Davenport? Wasn’t she seen with him recently?— OMG

Michelle hadn’t expected Raymond to suggest a date. Not after the media storm. Not after the chaos Millie had caused. And definitely not after Raymond had issued what could only be described as a final warning—one that even Millie, with all her reckless audacity, wouldn’t dare to ignore. Yet here she was, sitting in his sleek black sports car as they drove through the quieter parts of the city, her nerves unexpectedly jittery. “This isn’t an appearance thing, right?” she asked, side-eyeing him. “Because if we’re going to a press-heavy restaurant, I at least want time to prepare a speech about how I’m not an evil twin who pushes people down staircases.” Raymond chuckled, glancing at her briefly before returning his attention to the road. “No reporters. No staged photos. Just you and me.” Michelle narrowed her eyes. “That sounds suspiciously like a real date.” “That’s because it is.” Her heart did an involuntary flip. She should have been wary. She should have reminded h

Michelle couldn't sleep well that night. The second text she received worried her even more than the first. It urged her to ask Raymond about Eleanor and Millie, and what he might be hiding. She gripped her phone tightly, fearing it might be some kind of trap or a cruel joke, or perhaps the start of something even worse. She didn’t reply, nor did she confide in Chloe or Raymond. It wasn’t a lack of desire to tell them, but a fear of what Raymond might say. And how he might react to it.The next morning, Michelle tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. She dressed for the day, brushed her hair, and attempted to convince herself everything was okay. Almost.Raymond seemed different that morning, but not in a suspicious way. Instead, he was unusually warm. He greeted her with coffee, her favorite cinnamon muffin, and a gentle kiss on her temple. His touch lingered, and his eyes searched hers as if trying to memorize every detail.Did you sleep well? he asked.Michelle hesitated before rep

Michelle's heart was pounding as she went over the letter once more. Her hands trembled as she held the thick paper. Assault? Her? She hadn't even laid a finger on Millie. She hadn't spoken to her, seen her, or even had any kind of disagreement with her since the charity lunch. This just had to be some kind of mistake. A big, bad lie. Millie was playing dirty now. And the timing? It couldn't have been more perfect. On the very day news about her marriage hit all the tabloids, this accusation landed, like a blow meant to knock her down. Michelle struggled to catch her breath. Her phone buzzed once more. Michelle flinched, gripping her phone tightly. Someone was targeting her. Not just the public, but someone behind the scenes, hidden in the dark, pulling the strings. She had to talk to Raymond. Not because she believed he could fix things, but because she needed answers before things got worse. Who was orchestrating this? Eleanor? Millie? Was it someone entirely different? Miche