Poor Georgie

Alora's Pov"Chris!" I hiss as my body stiffens under the sharp, blinding spike of agony shooting up my heel. Hopping on one foot and clutching my toes, I glare down at the culprit. It's the jagged, green plastic dinosaur. Of course, it had to be the one toy designed like a medieval weapon.“Fantastic,” I mutter, teeth clenched. “Nothing says career fulfilment like being taken out by a seven-year-old’s weaponized Lego collection.”"Chrisssssss!" I try again, louder this time, my voice tightening as I pry the toy off my foot.A tiny, breathless giggle echos from the balcony, immediately followed by the quick scuffle of sneakers running away. Mischievous and unapologetic, of course. I exhale sharply and bend to pick up the toy when I spot two more scattered across the kitchen tiles like landmines.I limp slightly as I gather them. "Who needs a pension plan when you can just die of septic shock from a stubborn toddler?"The television hums softly in the living room, its glow spilling i

Last Updated : 2026-06-03

I Get Things Done

Leyla’s Pov "Hey girl," Mira taps my shoulder. "Heard about your brother. Sorry about that.""Linda and her big mouth," I mutter, slipping off my heels."What?" I force a smile. “Nothing. Thanks but he’ll be out soon.”Mira snorts. “I’d say ‘thoughts and prayers,’ but those don’t usually beat murder charges.”I slowly turn to stare at her. She lifts both hands immediately. “Okay, damn. Too soon.”"Excuse you? Bitch, get out."She laughs on her way to the door. “You got it." The second she leaves, I let out a hard breath and lean closer to the mirror, dabbing at the corner of my lipstick before it smudges any further.Unbelievable. This bitch was not about to ruin my night.I tighten my grip on the curling iron and drag it through another section of hair, forcing myself to breathe through the irritation. This night is already bad enough.Then the door swings open again. I don’t bother turning around this time. “Leyla!” a voice snaps over the music outside.“You seriously need to

Last Updated : 2026-06-04

Till tomorrow

Leyla's Pov By my fourth visit, I'm invisible. The secretary doesn't even look up; she just acknowledges my presence with a cold, silent stare before returning to her typing. I stand there a second too long, waiting for a "hello" that isn't coming. To her, I’m just the stripper sister of the man who killed Raymond Vale. I shift my weight, and a sharp, familiar pain shoots up my calves. My feet are still swollen from six hours on the main stage, and the skin around my ankles raw from the straps of seven-inch platforms. I reek of a life Lucien Vale wouldn't touch even with a gloved hand, yet here I am. George’s hearing is the morning after tomorrow. Somehow, his two million dollar bail was denied and even worse... his hearing pushed forward. So, if I don't get to Lucien today, my brother is as good as dead. I’m his only hope, and I’m running out of time. "Mr. Vale is in a meeting,” the secretary dismisses me. “I’ll wait.” She snaps, her patience breaking. "Look, I’ve told you a

Last Updated : 2026-06-04

Let Me Marry Him

Leyla’s Pov Alora didn’t let me finish. The moment I mentioned Lucien Vale, she went deathly pale. She grips the bedsheets so hard her knuckles turns white, her whole body trembling as if she is bracing for a physical blow. “You can’t do this,” she rasps. “I won’t let you.” “You don’t understand, Lora,” I say, my voice cracking. “George is just twenty. He’s still a kid who forgets to lock the front door and leaves his sketches all over the kitchen floor. He won’t survive a week in a place like Ravenlock Prison. Friday is his hearing, and if I don't give Lucien what he wants, George doesn't come home. Ever.” The room is deathly quiet. I can hear the frantic ticking of the clock on the bedside table, sounding like a countdown. “Are you saying this because you actually think he's guilty?” I snap, the heat of desperation rising in my chest. “That our brother, the boy who still cries over dead birds, actually killed someone?” She looks up quickly, her eyes burning. “What? No.

Last Updated : 2026-06-04

Check!

Alora's Pov The plan is already in motion by dawn. I get lost twice trying to find Lucien's office. It wasn't the directions. In fact, Leyla is whispering them into my ear with saint-level patience. It's the building itself. The glass corridors feel like a maze designed to unsettle you, reflections folding into one another until I didn't know which way was out. “Left now,” Leyla's voice crackles in my ear. “The small door beside the massive one.” “I’ve got it,” I lie, wiping my damp palms on my dress. “You still there?” she asks. “Unfortunately.” “Lora, if you want us to stop...” “I don’t.” The elevator opens onto the top floor. It’s actually quieter up here. “There’s no one at the reception,” I murmur. “Just a corridor and one door at the end.” “That’s his office,” Leyla says. Her voice tightens now. “Wait for his secretary before you go in. Don’t just walk...” I end the call. A small waiting area sits off to the side. Two leather sofas, a glass table, and

Last Updated : 2026-06-04

All Chapters of Wrong Mrs. Vale: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Poor Georgie

I Get Things Done

Till tomorrow

Let Me Marry Him

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