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TILDA“Miss Tilda, you are awake,” a voice said, though it sounded distant.A sharp ache pulsed in my head as I struggled to shake off the terrible nightmare. I whispered my husband’s name. “James.”The unfamiliar surrounding only deepened my distress. “Where am i?” I murmured.“It’s a miracle, you are awake, ma’am,” the voice came again, clearer this time.As my vision adjusted, I recognized the house – the same magnificent, secluded villa. And the same servant who tried to stop me from leaving the last time.“Where is James? Why am I here?” I asked. “Please... water.”“You have been unconscious for two days, Miss Tilda,” the young man said, handing me a glass. “But the doctor said you will be alright.”I took a shaky sip, my gaze darting anxiously around the room. “And what about...” I muttered, searching desperately.He continued. “Boss found you almost lifeless on the street and brought you here. You should have waited. You would have lost your life.”“The street,” I whispered. “J

TILDA“Mummy, mummy, stop Dylan from chasing me!” Diamond cried as she ran into my arms.I held her close and called softly, “Dylan, don’t make your sister run around the airport. She might bump into someone. Watch over her while I take care of this.”I was exhausted. The suddenness of the trip had left me with little time to prepare. Even now, I was trying to correct an issue with Diamond’s passport so we could board the next flight to Houston."Mom, when will we return to North Carolina?" Diamond asked me. "I don't want to be away from my friends for too long," she whined playfully.Denzel pulled Diamond. “You should come and sit down, Diamond, and let mommy concentrate.”Dylan added. “We can come and visit soon. Mom would be worried if she left us behind.”“No,” Dixon spoke from his seat. “I won't let mom go anywhere without us. We have to protect her and Diamond all the time.”I smiled. My quadruplets, at barely five years old the boys have already taken on the mantle of protectio

TILDAI arrived at O. Gray Future Corporation at precisely 7 AM. As I stepped onto the gleaming marble floors of the massive complex, an overwhelming sense of accomplishment settled over me. This was it. My dream was finally within reach.By 8 AM, the interview was over, and I was directed to the CEO’s office. Oscar Gray. A name that carried weight. The most sought-after bachelor—untouchable, elusive, a man only accessible to the high and mighty. His wealth was immeasurable, his power undeniable, and his reputation? Ice-cold.I straightened my blazer, inhaled deeply, and knocked before stepping in.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted, extending my hand. He was so young and handsome. Indeed, the screens never did justice to his appearance. “I’m Tilda Grant. I am done with the interview.”His gaze locked onto mine, piercing and unreadable. But in an instant, he looked away, withdrawing his hand as if my touch burned him. He had smiled when I entered, but it was gone too fast to be sure it wa

TILDA“Prepare this file, Tilda, the meeting is in twenty minutes.” Oscar Gray walked in and stretched a file to me.As I reached for the file, I found his gaze on me. At first it was intense, then indifferent, and suddenly cold.“Okay, sir,” I replied yet he wouldn’t release the file. “I will work on it right away.”He dropped the file on my desk, his gaze still on me, this time expressionless. “This meeting at Petals Tower is very crucial. I want the merger concluded in a very short period. So you should know to put in your best in the preparation.”My breath hitched. There was going to be a merger of my company! That cannot be possible. Petals Tower’s foundation was solid and should survive whatever tsunami for generations to come.What happened? How did James run down the company? I was going to make enough money someday and buy Petals Tower. I had deprived myself of so many things all these years for the same reason.Should Petals Tower find its way to O. Gray Future Corporation,

TILDAI woke up at 10 a.m. on Saturday morning, my eyes still heavy with sleep. With sluggish steps, I made my way downstairs to check on my kids.“You’re awake, Mom,” Dixon called out excitedly. “Come have breakfast! You don’t need to do anything.”Miranda walked in with a warm smile. “Oh, Tilda, you’re up already,” she said.Surprised, I glanced at her. “Miranda, I didn’t know you slept over. You were supposed to take your day off yesterday. I’m so sorry for making you stay so late.”Work had been overwhelming the day before, filled with an endless string of meetings. I had called home to let Miranda know I’d be back late, but I never expected her to stay overnight and take care of things in my absence.She smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, Tilda. I understand how exhausting work and parenting can be. I’ll leave tonight.”“Tonight?” I echoed, feeling a pang of guilt.“Yes. I’ll be taking the kids to lunch at Zindler Park first,” she explained.“Mom, you should come with us! Miranda s