"Every breath he takes, each strand of his hair, every touch on his skin and the only air he will breathe is me. You're just a lowlife and a slutty nanny, he'll never choose you over me!" Ivy yelled, digging her fingers into Elena's hair. "What you have is obsession, Ivy, not love. You only want him as a possession, but I love him as a person. My love is going to win against your madness." Elena winced, and a blinding slap landed across her face that she saw pitch-black. Ivy is not going to stop chasing after her late sister's husband, Mateo Walton, a billionaire business tycoon who enters into a contract marriage with his son's nanny, Elena. She wants to own him and would kill to take Elena out of the picture. Meanwhile Elena helps Mateo heal from Isabel's memory, and she captures his heart in the process. He starts to cross the boundaries of their contract marriage due to his affection for her. Will Elena's love for Mateo transcend Ivy's obsession and give them a happy ending, or will Ivy justify her obsession in the end and win Mateo's heart?
"I'm coming to you, baby. Please don't give up and let's get through this together. I love you." He husked.
His hands squeezed the steering, increasing the speed limit of the Maybach with a cellphone trapped between his ear and shoulder.
He heard her groan in agony. This time the doctor spoke, "She's finding it harder to push by each second without your presence, and we're running out of time, Mr. Walton."
He breathed, "Do everything possible to save my wife, please doctor, I'm almost there." Tears shimmered in his eyes as she howled in pain again while he hung up.
His vision blurred as he overtook a truck, not knowing it was a U-turn junction and, like in a trance, he collided with the truck's giant tires.
The last thing he remembered was dizziness while his car somersaulted.
"Master Walton?" His eyes flew open, migraine shooting up his skull, he sighted Kent's vague image leaning over him.
"Kent? Where am I?" He sprang up in alarm.
"My Master is awake, Doctor!" Kent exclaimed and turned to him.
"You were in an accident, Master, don't you remember?" A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes as he jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket.
"Where are you going to, Master? You're still a patient." He shot a murderous glare at Kent.
"Get me my damn clothes, Kent. My wife is still in the hospital, she needs me!"
Kent trembled with a lowered gaze which made him suspicious.
"Have you turned deaf?!"
"Missus is d...e...ee
He gripped Kent's collar in impatience.
"Spill it, damn it!"
"Missus is dead," Kent confessed.
He slowly released him, staggering backward with a dead expression.
The world seemed to twirl around him, firing stray bullets into his whole body as he saw just one color.
Red, the sign of death.
His world was painted with a deep red color since his soul died along with hers, and he became a walking corpse throughout her funeral.
He neither spoke to anyone nor gave anyone a chance to speak to him, leaving all the funeral arrangements to his valet, Kent.
But he occasionally gave small smiles to the only light she left behind, which was their newborn baby.
The sole reason why he was still breathing. Kent sorted out his son's welfare by introducing a young, fragile girl to him.
He doubted if she even had the bones for the job but hoped for Kent's assurance and interviewed her.
She mumbled every answer to his queries and couldn't hold a stare at him that frustration ticked his being.
"If you need this job, you need to speak up, so I won't blindly hire a dumb person."
"Elena!" She suddenly corrected in a high-pitched voice that startled him, but didn't show much in his expression.
"That's it! That's how you should speak, but not so loud next time Se... Uhm Elena. And I trust you're experienced with babies in fact, Kent told me your agency claims you're a professional."
"Yes Sir, I love babies." She confirmed with a broad smile.
"Just call me Mr. Walton and you can start tomorrow," he said.
"I'll start today if you permit me, can I?" She seemed enthusiastic about starting such a tedious job, which baffled him, as most nannies preferred toddlers to newly born infants.
One week into the job, he was blown away by her expertise and her preciseness when it came to his son's health and happiness. She took on the role of a parent instead of a nanny that it relieved him so much except for one fateful morning.
She broke his wife's portrait hung on the wall while cleaning.
"Who told you to touch that! He exploded and she instantly broke down in tears.
"I can get a new frame arranged today, Master." Kent chimed in through the doorway.
"Selena loved that frame Kent. Will you take responsibility for her mistake?" He fired back and turned to leave, but Kent's crisp voice halted him.
"But Missus' name was Isabel. Who's Selena, Master?"
He pivoted to meet Kent's dumbstruck look, which made him challenge his memory.
"You don't remember, Master?"
"I'll go get your pills then." Kent added when he noticed his bewildered look, which he was trying to hide.
Shame flushed through his body and he yearned to stab his guts.
How could he have forgotten his wife's name? He only lived for her memories, yet he didn't even remember her name?
"Get out! Both of you!" He snarled.
They both scurried off for a second, and he slowly crouched to pick up her photo from the broken glasses.
"F**k can't even remember your name. I'm so sorry." He cursed, as a lump rose in his throat. Unexpectedly, a voice shrieked from behind.
"Mr. Walton, Justin isn't breathing!" Jolted, he scrambled to his feet, seeing her puffy eyes and shivering body.
"What happened?" He stammered, approaching her with a pounding chest.
"I think he's..... she paused to wail, and he violently shook her shoulders.
"What!"
"I think he's dead." She trembled.
Unable to utter a word, he dashed into his son's room, a knife piercing through his heart at the sight of Justin's limp body in a crib.
"No, no, no please, no, don't leave Daddy." He pleaded, taking his son into his arms as a tear dropped from his eyes.
Soon, the ambulance blared outside, Kent and Elena hurried in, and they all went to the hospital.
"Thanks to the admission of CPR to your son by his nanny, unless he wouldn't have made it alive." The Doctor revealed.
Elena saved his life. Justin was his life. There couldn't be a better mother figure than her. In his eyes, she was perfect.
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The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.