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Two Billionaires Fought Over Her In Public—Unaware She Was Hiding A Son That Belonged To One Of ThemAdded:
Sign this contract if you want to see your family alive. He growled, >> [music] >> his voice like a blade against her throat.
Julia's hands trembled.
What is this? He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. An agreement. You will stay with me until I lose interest.
But when Joshua discovered the truth that the woman he had sought to possess was the mother of his own child, chaos was inevitable.
And Julia would find herself caught in a storm far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.
Julia was on the cusp of the happiest day of her life.
In just a few hours, >> [music] >> she would stand beside Timothy, the man she had loved for years, and vow to spend forever with him.
Their long relationship had been built on shared dreams, >> [music] >> and now those dreams were finally taking shape.
Her family seemed overjoyed for her. Her step sister appeared thrilled, and everyone's smiles only fueled her excitement. But beneath the surface, not all hearts were pure.
Earlier that afternoon, Julia had turned [music] to her stepmother.
I forgot my veil in Stacy's room.
Mother, could you please get it for me?
She asked politely.
>> [music] >> Her stepmother's brows drew together, a faint scowl tugging at her lips.
Use your feet, my love.
>> She replied smoothly, >> [music] >> declining the request with feigned gentleness.
Julia simply nodded. She was not one to dwell on small slights, and the wedding preparations were [music] far too joyous to be tainted by annoyance.
As she began to leave, her stepmother called out, Wait, Julia. How could I forget to give you this? Julia turned back to see her holding a crystal clear glass of water.
What's this?
This is holy water.
>> [music] >> Her stepmother said softly, brushing a hand over Julia's hair.
I wanted to bless your future with good fortune.
Drink it.
Julia [music] took the glass and drank in a few quick gulps. A faint sting slid [music] down her throat, but she ignored it. What she didn't notice was the flash of something cold and calculating [music] in her stepmother's eyes, quickly masked by a warm smile.
Now go, or you'll be late. Stacy's room is 405. Her stepmother said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Julia agreed and left, the tall heels making each step on the staircase a small ordeal.
Halfway up, her head suddenly began to spin. She clutched the railing for support, her vision clouding.
What is happening?
She whispered, her voice trembling.
The steps wavered [music] beneath her feet, the numbers on the doors blurring into meaningless shapes. Her knees weakened, >> [music] >> her breath came shallow, and she whispered into the empty hallway, Please, someone help. Finally, she saw the numbers 405 through the haze. The door was ajar, so she stepped inside.
[music] The room was dim and carried an unfamiliar scent that prickled at her senses.
I'm not feeling well, Stacy. Call a doctor. Julia murmured.
Overheated and dizzy, she shed her outer gown and stumbled toward the bed.
The quiet in the room lulled her into thinking she could rest for just a moment.
The bathroom door opened. A tall, broad-shouldered man emerged. A towel knotted around his waist, drops of water traced down his skin from his damp hair.
His expression darkened when he saw the figure on his bed.
What the hell? Who brought you here? His voice was sharp, suspicious.
Julia tried to respond, but her words were slurred.
I I'm not feeling well, doctor. He narrowed his eyes.
A setup? He wondered grimly. If this was a scheme, it would end here.
Still, he approached, grabbing her arm gently but firmly to steady her. She swayed toward him unintentionally, too dazed to notice his stiffness.
Don't move.
>> He ordered, stepping back. He took a slow breath, controlling his temper.
You're wasting your time if you think you'll get anything from me.
I don't entertain strangers like this.
The moonlight spilled faintly through the curtains, revealing her pale face.
She was in worse shape than he'd thought. He pulled a blanket over her, his movements [music] brisk, and kept his distance.
Julia clutched the blanket tightly, her breathing shallow.
A sudden pang in her side made her gasp.
It hurts.
Stay still. He instructed, his voice low but steady.
You're in no condition to move.
She gave a faint nod.
Rest here. He said finally, his tone decisive.
I'll make sure you get medical help by morning.
The silence settled again, heavy with unspoken questions neither of them was ready to ask.
The morning light crept into the dim room, brushing against Julia's face.
Her entire body ached as though every muscle had been wrung dry.
She rubbed her sore eyes, groaning softly until an unexpected warmth at her side made her freeze. Someone was lying beside her.
Her heart lurched violently.
Slowly, she turned her head, and there he was, a man, his broad back facing her.
Julia's breath caught in her throat. She clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp, trembling as reality slammed into her.
She was naked beneath the sheet. Cold wave of shame crashed over her. Her eyes burned as tears welled up, the memories of the night fragmenting in her mind.
Whether she remembered every moment or not, she understood enough. Something irreversible had happened. The thought of facing Timothy, the man she loved, was unbearable.
Shaking her head, she whispered to herself, No. No.
I can't.
And in that moment, she made a decision.
She would never return to this city again.
She slipped from the bed, wiping away her tears. She picked her gown up from the floor and hastily dressed. Without looking back, she stepped out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest.
Late that afternoon, the man stirred from his sleep when the door rattled open. Stay out. He barked sharply, assuming the girl from last night was still there.
But the room was empty. His words made whoever had entered retreat in fear, shutting the door quickly.
When he turned toward the other side of the bed, he found only a cold, vacant space.
Yet there, on the sheets, was a small red stain, a silent reminder of what had happened. His jaw tightened. He hadn't wanted this. He didn't respect the fact that she had been untouched before last night, and the guilt gnawed at him.
He dressed and stepped into the bathroom, his mind clouded. He couldn't recall the exact color of her hair, but her touch and voice lingered vividly soft enough to stir something deep in his chest.
A knock came at the door.
We didn't find any footage, boss. His assistant reported nervously.
Someone must have tampered with the cameras. There was also a wedding here yesterday, and a big scandal.
The man hesitated, swallowing hard before adding, I heard the bride ran away with someone else.
The boss's eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous.
And how does this help me?
We're sorry, sir. We couldn't gather more information.
The assistant and bodyguards murmured, bowing their heads.
Then find her. He ordered coldly.
Even if you have to search the underworld, don't stop, or I'll stop your breath.
They scattered immediately, knowing the weight of his threat.
Meanwhile, Julia was locked in her room, sobbing until her chest ached. Her world had been shattered, her spirit felt crushed under a heel that refused to lift.
No.
I have to leave. Now no one can know I'm still here.
She whispered.
She wiped away her tears and muttered bitterly, After today, no one will know I exist.
The words felt heavy on her tongue, the shame clinging to her like a second skin.
Gathering her essentials and passport, she stuffed them into a suitcase.
She was about to leave when the door creaked open.
My dear sister, where are you going? You never showed up to your wedding. Timothy was very heartbroken.
Stacy said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She sauntered over and dropped into a chair, crossing her legs.
So, how was your night?
She asked casually.
Did you have fun?
Julia's lips trembled, and for a moment, she wanted to collapse into her sister's arms. But then the weight of Stacy's tone sank in, chilling her blood.
What do you mean?
Julia asked hoarsely.
Mother.
Stacy called sweetly.
Her stepmother entered, her expression twisted in disdain.
You brought shame to our family. Why didn't you die out there? If it were me, I would have drunk poison."
Julia's heart broke. She had loved this woman, even given her mother's cherished jewelry to her willingly.
"Mother."
Julia whispered in agony.
"Don't call me that." her stepmother snapped. "I don't want to hear that word from a filthy mouth like yours. You are your mother's daughter after all."
Fury overtook Julia.
"You!"
She lunged forward, ready to strike, but Stacy blocked her path.
"Don't touch my mother. One call and the media will be here in seconds." Stacy warned, phone in hand.
Julia's eyes blazed.
"This was all planned. The two of you, you did this on purpose. Why?"
Stacy smirked. "Because I love Timothy, and my mother loves father's money.
We heard father talking to his lawyer half the property is in your name. We can't let that happen. It's not fair."
Julia's chest heaved with rage. "I'll go to father. I won't let you get away with this."
Her stepsister's grin widened. "Go ahead. We have a video of you with that man on your wedding day. Want to see it?"
Her laughter rang out like a cruel wave crashing over Julia's already broken spirit. Julia's voice cracked as she sobbed, her entire being trembling with betrayal.
"How could you do this to me?
What have I ever done to deserve this?"
Stacy's eyes burned with jealousy as she leaned closer, her tone laced with venom.
"Because you've been loved by everyone, and that's what I deserve.
But our father barely looks at me, and Timothy Timothy never spared me a glance, even if I placed a crown at his feet in his honor."
Her words dripped with resentment, each one slicing deeper into Julia's heart.
Julia wiped at her tears, her voice breaking into a whisper.
"God will not spare you."
"There is no god." Stacy sneered. "If there were, you wouldn't be here broken and sobbing in front of me.
So, my dear sister, you have two choices. Do exactly as we say, or watch your little wedding night video go viral."
Julia's eyes blazed.
"After destroying me, what more could you possibly want?"
She could hardly believe she called these people family. Only now did she fully grasp the trap they had set for her, and for her father.
Stacy smirked and lifted her phone, the camera light flicking on.
"Not much, really. Just a brief confession on video. Then you can leave this city forever."
Julia's stomach churned.
"What confession?"
"Tell the camera you cheated on Timothy on your wedding day.
Say you can no longer live with us, and that you're leaving the city by choice."
Stacy ordered, her voice cold and deliberate. This was the final step in the plan she had crafted long before.
"I will not do it. You two are the guilty ones." Julia snapped, reaching for her phone to call her father.
"Think carefully."
Stacy warned, her tone suddenly sharp.
"If you embarrass this family, I doubt your father will survive the disgrace.
Do you want to be the reason for his death?"
The words hit Julia like a knife to the chest. Her father was her only family and reason to endure.
She couldn't risk harming him.
Her hands shook as she wiped away her tears.
"Fine."
she murmured. "Record me."
"Well done. You're finally using your head."
Stacy said slyly, forcing Julia to repeat the false confession into the camera.
When it was over, Julia knew it was her last day in that house. She would disappear forever without casting any shadow on her father's name.
Far across the city, the man in black, Joshua, swirled a glass of wine in his hand. His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of command.
"I want to hear yes before you speak."
His subordinate bowed his head.
"Boss, we tried, but the girl vanished.
No trace. I'm not even sure she's from this city."
He kept his eyes on the floor. To meet Joshua's gaze felt like inviting death itself.
Joshua's grip tightened on the glass.
"Are you telling me I spent the night with a ghost? That there's someone in this world who can hide from me?"
His words rose to a furious snarl.
Failure was something he did not tolerate.
"I I'm sorry, boss."
Before the man could say more, heavy knocks rattled the door.
Everyone froze.
Whoever stood outside had no idea they were about to face the storm.
"My grandson, when did you return and why is this room so tense?"
An elderly man in a wheelchair rolled in, pressing a button on the armrest.
"Leave." Joshua commanded sharply. The subordinate left quickly.
"They fear you, but I do not."
The grandfather said with a knowing smile. "Now, tell me what's putting that storm in your eyes."
Joshua turned away, downing the wine in a single burn.
"I have no time for an old man's games."
"I admit I made certain arrangements, but my plan failed." His grandfather replied calmly.
"The girl I arranged for you never showed up."
Realization darkened Joshua's gaze.
"No matter how you try to protect her, I will find her, and I will kill her."
"You don't know what you're saying in your anger."
The old man said firmly.
"The Gussel girl I chose is a good woman. You ended up in another room by mistake."
The explanation did nothing to soothe him. Glass shattered in Joshua's fist, wine dripping down his fingers like blood, and he stormed from the room.
"Bring Miss Gussel to my penthouse."
Joshua ordered as his car sped toward his secluded estate at Black Lake.
Miss Gussel arrived quickly, her nerves tangled with excitement. After so many failed attempts to win Joshua's attention, >> [music] >> this was her chance. A direct summons from the man himself.
She doused herself in perfume, every movement calculated. "Tonight he'll be mine." she told herself.
The door opened, revealing a broad back framed by the dim light. The room was cold, yet every instinct told her that Joshua's presence could ignite her from the inside out.
Rosetta Gussel's voice carried a careful calm as she stared at Joshua's broad back, the man stubbornly refusing to turn.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
she said. The Gussel family wielded considerable influence in politics, able to bend the will of others like steel under heat. But Joshua Daniel, dangerous, cunning, and feared, was a power no one could tame.
At last, Joshua turned. His dark eyes locked on hers, and it was clear her presence was far from welcome.
"If you think you can keep me waiting, you're mistaken, Miss Gussel."
he said evenly, his tone devoid of warmth.
"Sit."
He let the pause hang before adding, "You came here because I allowed it."
Rosetta, forcing composure, crossed the room. In her best attempt at charm, she sat gracefully, legs crossed, lips curving into a sweet smile.
"Thank you for your time."
she replied softly.
She knew pride would get her nowhere with this man.
Joshua took the seat across from her.
"Tell me, Rosetta, did you come to my room at my grandfather's request when I was drugged?"
Her breath caught. She parted her lips, scrambling for an answer that would not close the door to him forever.
"I I was."
she stammered, eyes dropping to the floor.
"At first, I wasn't willing.
But he took my hand, asked me himself, and I couldn't refuse."
Joshua's gaze never wavered. He could read lies as easily as others read books, and her eyes betrayed her more than her words.
"You're telling me," he continued, "that I spent the night with you?
Why did you run the next morning?"
She hesitated, unsure if he was playing with her.
Then came the words that made her heart jolt.
"I wanted to speak about marriage with the woman I spent that night with."
Joshua said, his voice deliberate, his meaning undeniable.
A rush of joy surged through her, but she masked it behind feigned sorrow.
Tears welled up as she murmured, "I was afraid, afraid you'd reject me or hurt me."
Joshua stood abruptly. Then, in a move that left her stunned, he lowered himself to one knee before her.
Rosetta's heart raced. Could this ruthless, feared mafia boss truly be capable of such tenderness?
"I don't want anything from you, Josh."
she whispered, letting the moment pull her deeper into the illusion.
His hands closed over hers, his gaze strangely gentle.
When he leaned forward, her mind spun.
Is he going to kiss me?
The thought sent a thrill through her chest. She closed her eyes, leaning toward him. Their lips met briefly, but Joshua's eyes remained open.
In that moment, realization flashed.
Rosetta was not the woman from that night. The scent, the taste, they were wrong. She was an impostor.
Without warning, he pushed her away. She stared, bewildered.
Josh! She called after him, rising quickly and reaching for his hand. In an instant, he wrenched her arm, sending her sprawling to the ground. Pain shot through her knees as she cried out.
Are you insane? She sobbed.
Be thankful I let you live.
Joshua's voice cut sharp as glass.
You think you can fool Joshua Daniel with tears alone? Pathetic.
Her pride stung worse than the pain.
You kissed me. I didn't come to you.
She shot back.
Joshua's lips twisted into a cold smile.
You really think I didn't know?
I only played along to see if even a shred of your words were true.
You're filthier than I imagined.
His voice dripped with contempt. Save your body for someone else. Get out.
I lied. Rosetta admitted, her voice cracking.
But I like you, Joshua.
Please, give me a chance.
I won't lie again.
He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her.
You've already been given the greatest mercy. I offer your life.
Speak again, and I'll erase your family name from existence.
Tears blurred her vision as she turned and walked out, her heart splintering.
Joshua remained by the window, staring at the black water outside. Why had he wanted to meet her so badly? Wasn't he furious?
Damn it. He muttered under his breath.
If I can't find her, I'll destroy the one who stands in her place.
The rage inside him twisted into something darker, a gnawing disappointment that refused to let him rest.
Somewhere out there was the woman from that night, and until he found her, no one was safe.
Five years later.
Don't let go of my hand, Julius. We can't leave the airport until I check a few things. Can you be a good helper for your mother today?
Julia bent down, speaking gently to her 4-year-old son, who would turn five in just a few days.
To Julia, Julius was the most mischievous boy in the world. Yet he [music] had a tender heart. Whenever he sensed his mother was in trouble, he would try his best to be her little protector.
Yes, Mom. Look, my feet are following yours. Julius said in his muddled, childlike voice. Julia understood every word. A mother always does.
Thank you, sweetheart. Your Aunt Susan will be here soon.
Julia replied.
At the mention of Aunt Susan, Julius's eyes lit up. He was meeting her for the very first time.
Julia!
A woman's voice rang out from across the crowd. A figure emerged, holding a bouquet of flowers in one arm and a large toy car in the other. Susan!
Julia's face broke into a smile, and she waved excitedly. They hadn't seen each other in years. Julius, equally excited, began waving his small hands. Susan hurried forward and wrapped Julia in a warm, tearful [music] hug.
I missed you so much, she whispered, her voice trembling.
My heart longed to see you.
Julia murmured, rubbing her friend's back.
Feeling overlooked, Julius piped up with a frown.
Aunt Susan, you're forgetting someone.
I wouldn't dare, love. Susan laughed, ruffling his hair before scooping him into her arms.
I came here for you more than for your mother.
Susan studied him closely. The boy's striking blue eyes and sharp nose stood in contrast to Julia's warm brown eyes and the pair of dimples that appeared when she smiled.
Hmm.
But don't our names sound a little alike, Jewel?
Julia asked her son playfully.
Yes, Mom.
Julius grinned proudly.
Julia handed Julius over to Susan and kissed his forehead.
Take him home with you. I need to stop by somewhere first. I'll meet you at your place later.
She crouched down and said in a more serious tone, Be good for Aunt Susan, all right?
Listen to her, and I'll be back as soon as I can.
Julius nodded, sensing his mother was troubled. He didn't throw a tantrum, just smiled and kissed her cheek.
Julia quickly made her way back through the airport. In truth, she had another reason for sending Julius away. She couldn't take him to her old home, where she needed to see her father.
Her stepmother and stepsister would never miss a chance to insult her son, and she refused to let that happen.
Meanwhile, Joshua had just faced off with one of his most dangerous rivals.
His bodyguards dragged him away before the fight could end in disaster. The anger in him was palpable. Blue veins stood out on his forehead.
Take me to West Lane. He ordered his driver, running a hand through his unruly hair.
Coincidentally, Julia also arrived at West Lane. She needed to pick up a package for her father. It wasn't anything extraordinary, but he would cherish it nonetheless.
Though he was angry with her for past reasons, Julia had decided to approach him calmly.
She retrieved the package, tossed the payment onto the counter, and stepped outside, calling an Uber to take her to the very house she had once sworn never to enter again.
But her father's declining health left her with no choice. Her hands tightened into fists as she walked. Her jaw was clenched, and her slim frame trembled with the memory of the day those people had stripped her of everything.
At least in her darkest moments, she still had Julius, a reason to keep going.
Her thoughts clouded with old pain, Julia didn't notice the tall figure in her path until she slammed into him, falling to the ground.
Ouch! Are you blind? She snapped, rubbing her forehead. Joshua looked down at her, his expression tightening.
I walk with my eyes forward, not down.
He replied coolly.
You!
Julia's retort died on her lips when she saw his face. Her heart jolted. Why?
Why does he look like my child?
Beads of sweat gathered at the back of her neck. She couldn't stay here.
Without meeting his eyes, she stood quickly and turned to leave. But his hand caught hers.
Why are you afraid of me?
>> [music] >> Have we met before?
Joshua's voice was deep, curious.
Let go of my hand, like a gentleman.
Julia said sharply, still avoiding his gaze.
I could swear I felt this touch before.
Joshua murmured, his grip tightening.
It's familiar.
You creep! She hissed, finally turning and swinging her fist toward his face.
Joshua caught it effortlessly, stopping [music] it inches from his nose.
You're quite the wildcat. He smirked, tugging her closer. I like wildcats, especially when I'm in the mood to tame them.
Before she could react, his lips were on hers. He kissed her deeply, without invitation, driven by an unexplainable impulse. His hands slipped to her waist, holding her as though he'd known her body before.
Julia struggled, but he was far stronger. His scent, clean and intoxicating, filled her senses, making her furious.
The moment his tongue sought entry, she reacted. Her knee shot upward with precision.
Joshua doubled over with a groan, clutching himself. Julia didn't wait.
She bolted, her heart pounding.
Catch her! Joshua roared, his voice filled with fury. But before his men could obey, a series of gunshots cracked through the night. Someone had taken aim at Joshua. His bodyguards immediately abandoned the chase, focusing on protecting their boss. One attacker was shot dead on the spot. Hidden in the darkness behind a bush, Julia gasped for breath. Only now did she realize the gunfire had been meant for the man who had just kissed her.
Oh God, what have you dragged me into?
She whispered, wiping the sweat from her brow.
Her phone buzzed a notification from the Uber driver, but she couldn't risk walking to the pickup point in front of the store.
Muttering a curse, she called the driver instead, Seeya, claiming she was injured and needed him to come to her location.
Julia stepped into the house with unsteady legs, the weight of the past five years pressing down on her like a leaden cloak.
Every step felt heavier, her knees threatening to give way.
She had returned, carrying the same pain she had left, with a wound that had never healed. Her gaze wandered over the rooms. The decor had changed completely.
The warm, familiar touches her late mother had once given the home were gone, replaced by cold elegance.
Her chest tightened as she inhaled sharply, the air almost stinging.
She reminded herself she wasn't here to dwell on the past. She had come to see her father.
Julia was halfway up the staircase, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, when a voice stopped her in her tracks.
My dear sister.
Looking up, Julia saw Stacy standing [music] on the landing, her hand entwined with Timothy's.
At the sight of him, Julia's heart gave a painful jolt. Years ago, she had told herself she didn't deserve him and tried to accept that he belonged to someone else.
But now, confronted with the sight of them together, the buried ache she had been avoiding roared back to life.
Julia froze. Timothy's eyes met hers, burning with barely concealed anger, but beneath that, there was something even more unbearable. Disgust.
She quickly lowered her gaze as they descended the stairs toward her.
Please greet my sister, my love.
Stacy cooed sweetly to Timothy, resting her head on his shoulder, her voice dripping with false affection.
Julia knew she was baiting him, waiting for him to humiliate her.
I would greet her, Timothy said with cutting precision, if she deserved it. But her image in my eyes has sunk so low that I could never offer her a greeting from the heart.
The words stung, but Julia kept her tone respectful.
Excuse me, I have to see my father.
She moved to pass them, side-stepping their malice.
Sister, Dad's been fine without you all these years, Stacy remarked, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of having her target back.
Before Julia could respond, another voice cut in, sharp and venomous.
What an insult his good daughter suffered because of you?
You disgraced him. And now you dare come here pretending to care about his health.
Julia's stepmother appeared, gliding down the staircase draped in luxury from head to toe.
Her expression twisted in satisfaction at the sight of Julia standing there, alone.
Mother, don't say that.
Stacy objected, though Julia knew it was nothing more than a calculated act to appear virtuous in Timothy's eyes.
Julia straightened her spine.
If you could let go of the past, perhaps the future would be better for everyone.
I came here only to see my father. Once I speak to him, I'll leave.
Her stepmother's lips curled into a sneer.
We don't want a disgraced daughter here.
Your mother ruined him, and now you've [music] come to finish the job. Blood like yours can only bring rot. Filthy blood.
That was the breaking point.
Julia's eyes hardened into steel, her voice a low, dangerous roar.
Say one more filthy word about my mother, and I won't bother saving my image. Cross me, and you'll both find yourselves in hell before I'm through.
The air seemed to shift. Stacy and her mother, who moments earlier had been amused, now faltered under the weight of her threat. Stacy's pulse quickened.
This was not the Julia she had mocked years ago. This woman radiated danger.
Sister, Stacy began, feigning innocence, but Timothy cut her off, his voice rising in indignation.
How dare you speak to Aunt like that?
Now I see your true nature. Everything you showed me before was just an act to manipulate me. Thank God I escaped your clutches. You're vicious.
For a moment, Julia's composure cracked.
The man who had known her for seven years, who had once been her closest confidant, now saw her only through the lies her family had spun.
His words struck harder than her stepmother's insults. But she lifted her chin, meeting his eyes with an icy stare.
You still don't know people, Timothy.
I can only hope your future turns out brighter than this.
And I hope, for all our sakes, that you will leave me alone from this day forward. That will give you peace and give me the chance to breathe.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and ascended the stairs, determined to reach the one person who might still understand her, her father. You!
Timothy's voice followed her, sharp and angry. Her calm dismissal had only fueled his temper.
Pushing Stacy off his shoulder, he started after Julia.
But Stacy, ever the opportunist, collapsed to the ground in a calculated move, her eyes fluttering shut.
Stacy, what happened? Her mother cried, rushing to her side.
Call the doctor, Aunt. Timothy barked, instantly scooping Stacy into his arms.
Julia didn't look back. She knew exactly what game Stacy was playing, and she refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing her react.
Julia pushed open the door to her father's room, her heart pounding.
The sharp, acrid scent of medicine filled the air, making her chest tighten.
Dad.
Her voice trembled as she spotted the frail figure lying on the bed, eyes closed, skin pale and dry.
The sight made her knees weaken. She moved toward him, each step heavy with guilt. His failing health, it was her fault. Or at least, that's what she had told herself for years.
>> [music] >> How could she ever forgive herself for the pain she had brought?
Neeling beside the bed, she whispered, How are you, Father?
Her words broke into a sob, and hot tears slid down her cheeks. She gently stroked his hair, pulling out her phone to call the doctor, only to stop when his eyes fluttered open. A flicker of joy lit them.
Julia.
My daughter.
He said weakly.
Yes, Father.
She replied quickly, leaning close so he could hear her.
Her voice quivered.
Dad, I'm sorry.
I haven't been a good daughter.
I caused you trouble.
But I was played, Dad.
I never wanted things to be that way.
I believe you. He said, and something inside her long dead stirred back to life.
You're my blood. He continued. How could I not know your heart? I was angry because you left me. If only you had spoken to me, I would have fought the world for you.
Julia's tears flowed harder. They did this. I was afraid for your health.
That's why I left the country without finding another way out. I thought you'd be better off without me, but I was a fool. I left you with wolves. She pressed her face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Don't cry. I'm still alive.
Only for you.
He murmured, stroking her hair.
Her scent brought back memories of his late wife, and regret weighed heavily on him. If only I had never remarried.
Julia lifted her head, wiping her cheeks with determination.
Then I'll take you away from here today.
We'll live simply, but I'll know you're safe.
He shook his head.
These people are dangerous, Julia.
Even if we leave, they'll hunt us down.
They're capable of cold-blooded murder.
Without money and power behind you, you can't win.
My staying here keeps a rope around their necks. It's the only leverage we have.
Her stomach knotted.
Have you given them everything, Dad? She asked, her voice low and taut.
No, I saw through them long ago.
I changed my will, and no one can alter it unless you return.
That's when I began to feel ill.
I'm sure you can guess why.
Julia's pulse raced. Then what should I do?
>> [music] >> How do I fight them?
Go to Uncle Mabel. Stay close to my lawyer. I'll do everything I can from here. Don't worry. I'm holding on for you.
He paused, his voice dropping to a murmur. Otherwise, I long to see your mother again.
Julia's breath caught. No, Dad. Don't say that. I can't lose you. Wait for me.
I'll find a way to get you out, no matter what it takes.
Stop crying. He said, >> [music] >> brushing away her tears.
Look at me.
She forced herself to still, meeting his eyes.
You've grown even lovelier than your mother.
I see hope in you, Julia. Don't be afraid to fight when you must. I'll be here until the end.
She smiled faintly through her tears and nodded.
Dad, what did the doctor say about your health?
They tried to sway the doctor, but I made my move before they could. I'll recover, slowly.
But I'm happiest now that you're here.
Forgive me, Dad. I was a fool to leave you with them. But enough is enough.
They'll reap what they've sown.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small parcel.
This is for you.
He frowned in curiosity.
What is it?
Choco nuts, just like Mom used to make.
She said softly, remembering the days when her smile had been effortless. His lips curved in a faint, trembling smile.
I love them. Thank you.
Tears welled in his eyes as he clutched the box to his chest. She hugged him tightly, holding on as long as she could. No one came to interrupt them.
Before she left, she pressed a kiss to his head. Julia had chosen not to mention her son, Julius.
She didn't want her father to worry about him not yet. She'd introduce them when the time was right.
Lost in thought, she descended the stairs, her mind tangled with plans and fears. She didn't notice the three figures waiting at the bottom until she was nearly upon them.
Are those tears? Such hypocrisy.
Timothy scoffed, his words laced with contempt. You cause chaos and then cry for sympathy?
Julia's fists clenched, but she kept walking. She had left him behind in every way that mattered, and nothing he said could make her turn back now.
Her focus was on her son and getting her father out of this house.
Julia, stop. I'm talking to you.
Timothy's voice rose in anger. His sense of betrayal burned like acid, and he wanted her to feel the same torment he had.
He stood abruptly, [music] shoving Stacy off his arm in his haste.
Babe, no. Ah! Stacy gasped dramatically, swayed, and crumpled to the floor.
Timothy froze, torn between his desire to chase Julia and the sight of Stacy lying motionless.
What happened now? He demanded.
As the doctor said, she can't take stress. If she does, she'll fall ill.
Stacy's mother said tearfully, though her eyes glinted with restrained fury.
Son, take care of her. She's fragile, unlike some people who are cruel and cold-hearted.
Julia's presence had thrown their lives into chaos again. And Timothy, well, he still couldn't see through Stacy's act.
I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'm with you.
He assured, kissing Stacy's forehead. He was ashamed of how easily Julia's presence had unraveled him.
Julius.
Julia's voice cracked with urgency as she pushed open the door to Susan's home.
Her eyes searched desperately for her son.
She needed to see him, to hold him, if only to feel less alone in the world.
Hush. He fell asleep waiting for you all evening.
Susan said in a hushed tone, stepping closer.
Then her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Have you been crying?
No.
Julia replied quickly, forcing a faint smile.
Just dust in my eyes.
She sank into the couch, leaning her head back and shutting her eyes.
Did you see your dad? Susan asked. She already knew what kind of dust could sting Julia's eyes this badly.
Julia raked her fingers through her hair and whispered, "Yes, and I let him down as a daughter."
Maybe so.
Susan said softly.
But I think you had no choice. You did what you had to do.
Julia's lips curved faintly at the comfort.
Life is a challenge. Time teaches us what reality really is. But enough about me. How are things with you?
She turned toward her friend, who, unlike most people from Julia's past, had remained constant.
Over the years, they'd spoken often on the phone, and Susan had even sent her money when she'd been broke.
life. Susan said with a groan. My manager wants a whole document finished tonight, and on top of that, I have to deliver a file to Zach at some hotel.
She tilted her head.
You remember Zach from college?
Yes. Julia said with a teasing grin.
Your crush.
Have mercy, Julia.
Don't remind me.
Susan muttered, making a face.
>> [music] >> He's with Emma now. I wasted my youth for nothing.
If you like, I'll take the file for you.
Julia offered, one brow raised playfully.
Susan blinked, then gave a sheepish grin, realizing her friend had seen through her reluctance.
She hugged Julia tightly.
Thank you.
I owe you big time.
I'll text you the address, and please take my car.
Stop being dramatic. Julia said with a smirk. Has Julius eaten?
Yes. I gave him mashed potatoes with vegetables, an egg, and a little rice.
He ate it all and even told me to save some for you.
You've got a wonderful boy, makes me jealous, honestly.
Susan said with a playful twist of her lips.
I only have him.
Julia replied, glancing toward the room where her son was sleeping.
All right, do I need to change? She glanced down at her knee-length dress and wedge heels.
You look perfect. Zach's not your boss, anyway.
I'll be back soon.
Julia said, picking up her purse and keys.
She didn't go to see Julius before leaving. If she did, she knew she wouldn't be able to walk away again.
20 minutes later, Julia arrived at The Glove, one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, frequented by wealthy businessmen who spent money like water.
The valet area bustled, but instead of pulling in, she found a parking spot farther away to save money.
Inside, she approached the reception desk.
Could you tell me which floor room 102 is on?
The receptionist tapped at her computer, then suddenly froze. Her eyes narrowed.
Are you with the press? We were told no journalists are allowed near room 102.
Julia frowned.
No, I'm just here to deliver this file to Mr. Zach.
She lifted the folder slightly.
Recognition flickered across the woman's face.
Room 102 is in Zach's name. Yes, but there's another guest there.
His presence has the hotel on high security today.
Another guest? Julia murmured, unease stirring in her chest.
You can go up. It's on the second floor, but please, no photos.
Julia's irritation grew. Zach wasn't the type to need this level of secrecy.
She called Susan.
Is there anyone else in 102 besides Zach?
Not that I know of. Why?
Susan sounded puzzled. Julia didn't answer. She just hung up and headed upstairs.
The second floor was strangely quiet. No cleaners, no noise, just silence.
She rang the bell. Nothing.
She shifted the file from one hand to the other, considering whether to just leave. Then a voice from inside, deep, sharp, cut through the stillness.
Do I have to come out there for that damn file? Julia muttered under her breath.
Maybe I should just toss it in the trash.
Pushing the door open, she stepped in.
Zach, Susan asked me to bring these papers. You might remember me.
Her tone was flat, casual, but the room wasn't empty. She turned and her heart plummeted. Sitting there in the shadows was the man who had kissed her earlier that day.
Her stomach lurched, her throat tightening as cold sweat gathered along her spine. She began to inch backward toward the door, but with a soft click, it locked behind her.
A slow, amused voice filled the space.
Well, what a lovely surprise.
Without me even asking, the Lord has served the dish right in front of my enemies.
Why does he look exactly like my son?
The thought struck Julia like ice water.
Like a carbon copy of Julius. Lord, please don't tell me he's connected to my child.
Her stomach knotted, dread scratching at the edges of her heart.
Joshua.
The man said smoothly, introducing himself.
Julia's eyes followed his lips, but his words barely registered. Her mind was spiraling, drowning in dark possibilities.
Sorry, I didn't catch that.
She admitted, forcing herself to stay present.
Joshua's posture was relaxed, almost casual, too casual for a man who had met her earlier under such explosive circumstances.
He seemed to be watching her reactions closely.
Joshua.
My name is Joshua.
He repeated, smiling as though her discomfort amused him.
Pardon me. I've entered the wrong room.
Julia said quickly, her voice clipped.
I'll be leaving now.
The last thing she wanted was another encounter with this man, the man she had need for kissing her without consent.
You're in the right place.
Joshua countered in a deep, unhurried tone.
His gaze swept over her, deliberate and unapologetic.
That file, it's for me.
You're mistaken. Julia replied firmly.
This document is for Zach.
She kept her voice steady, hiding the tight coil of nerves inside her.
Joshua's grin deepened, sharpening into something predatory.
Why don't we have another kiss? I enjoyed the last one.
Julia's eyes flared.
Unbelievable. Are your balls no longer in pain?
She abandoned politeness. He didn't deserve it.
You're bold. he said, the smirk fading into a thin line.
"Careful, bringing up that episode might not be so fun for you next time. Name your price and I'll give you more than you're worth."
Julia's blood boiled. "You've insulted me twice now.
One more and I won't hold back. I'm not your pet and I'm not for sale."
She had dealt with men like him before, arrogant predators [music] who thought a woman without a ring was fair game, who wielded cheap assumptions like weapons.
"So, you just wandered in here?"
Joshua's tone dripped with contempt.
"If you're not Zach's employee, then you're just another woman trying to climb higher, willing to burn yourself on hot coals to get there."
"You bastard! I'll kill you today."
Her rage broke loose. She reached for her heel, her preferred weapon, ready to use it.
"Oh my god, Julia!"
A new voice made her freeze. She turned sharply toward the sound. Zach stepped out of the bathroom, staring in surprise. Relief and opportunity flashed in Julia's mind. She crossed the room in quick strides and threw her arms around him.
"I missed you."
She said, the words coming out fast. It wasn't affection driving her. It was survival. She needed to change the dynamic before Joshua could turn this into something worse.
Leaning in, she whispered urgently in Zach's ear.
"Call me your girlfriend.
Just for now. I'll explain later."
Zach hesitated for a beat, then played along.
"I missed you, sweetheart."
He said loudly enough for Joshua to hear.
Julia felt the shift immediately.
Joshua's brows knit in irritation, the air between them turning colder. Zach slipped an arm around her, still oblivious to the electric hostility in the room.
"Julia, this is my uncle, Joshua Daniels."
Julia's jaw tightened. Uncle.
Of course. She forced herself to nod, though the sight of Joshua's smug face made her stomach turn.
"What are you doing here?" Zach asked.
"Delivering this file," Julia said clearly, her eyes flicking briefly toward Joshua.
"Sosan wasn't feeling well, so I came instead."
Zach smiled and took the file.
"Thanks. Come on, let's step outside. I need to talk to you."
His tone was gentle, but his hand on her back was deliberate, reinforcing her escape. Joshua's voice followed them as they moved toward the door.
"I won't be here long."
He said, his meaning unclear, but his tone sharp.
"Just a second." Zach replied casually, holding the door for Julia. She paused in the doorway, meeting Joshua's gaze one last time. Her eyes narrowed and the look she gave him was icy enough to freeze the air.
Then she walked out without another word, heels clicking, leaving Joshua with no doubt that she was not prey.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Zach glanced at Julia.
"How's everything?"
Julia placed a hand over her chest, breathing deeply before answering.
"Thank you, Zach. If you hadn't walked in when you did, I'm not sure what I would have done."
Zach's gaze lingered on her.
"What exactly happened in there? You seemed like you knew my uncle."
She managed a small smile, but the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead betrayed her unease.
"I just had the most unpleasant conversation with your uncle."
She said quietly.
"I didn't want trouble, so I handled it the only way I could. I'm sorry."
She left out the most dangerous truth.
There was no need for Zach to get dragged into it. If Joshua chose to tell him later, so be it.
Zach's expression softened.
"He's aloof, quiet, and hard to read.
People know better than to cross him. I get why you were uncomfortable. Don't worry about it."
Julia gave a short, dry laugh.
"If you knew half of it, Zach.
Unlike your uncle, you're sweet. In personality, no one would even think you're related."
Zach tilted his head slightly.
"We're not, actually."
The words made Julia's chest feel suddenly lighter, blooming with quiet relief. If they weren't blood relatives, then she had no reason to feel guilty about keeping certain truths hidden.
"Are you all right?" Zach asked, noticing her momentary daze.
"More than fine," she said with a casual shrug. "I should get going. It was good to see you again, Zach."
"Mutual feelings," he replied with a smile, hugging her briefly before watching her step into the elevator.
Back inside the room, the heavy air returned instantly.
Joshua stood at the window, swirling a glass of whiskey over ice, his voice low but sharp.
"You haven't introduced her to the rest of the family. When's that happening?"
Zach gave an awkward laugh.
"Not anytime soon and neither of us wants that."
Joshua's tone hardened.
"Do you think she's fit for this family?
She's far more ordinary than the models you've been linked to."
That was unusual. Joshua had never meddled in his personal life.
Zach frowned.
"She's beautiful. Plenty of guys in college were after her. Don't worry, maybe you'll understand once you actually like someone."
The corner of Joshua's jaw ticked, his knuckles tightening in his pocket.
"As per your father's request, I'll visit the company tomorrow.
Send me $1 million by then."
Zach blinked.
"Uncle, that's a lot."
Joshua's grin was sharp and humorless.
"I hadn't planned on taking anything before, but now my head needs peace."
Zach's chest went cold. His family would have to hand over a fortune just to get Joshua Daniels, the so-called godfather, to show up.
When Julia returned home, she found Julius perched on the couch, Sosan asleep beside him.
"Awake, love?"
She scooped him into her arms, showering him with kisses.
"I had to finish some work and when you woke up, I wasn't here.
Forgive me."
"I'm not upset, Mama. Did you eat?" he [music] asked, smiling faintly.
"Not yet and now the devil is growling in my stomach," she said with a mock frown, rubbing her belly until he giggled.
"Julia." Sosan murmured through a yawn.
"Sorry, I must have dozed off."
"Aunt, my mom's hungry. Give her the food I told you to save for her." Julius piped up.
"Yes, my lord. Queen, follow me." Sosan teased, heading toward the kitchen.
Julia laughed and kissed Julius again.
"Looks like we disturbed Aunt's beauty sleep. Come on."
Minutes later, Julia took her first bite and sighed.
"Scrumptious."
Both Sosan and Julius watched her reaction, breaking into smiles when they saw her enjoy it.
"Julia, what's your plan for tomorrow?"
"I'm looking for work and money."
Julia replied with quiet determination.
She needed resources if she was going to reclaim what was hers.
Her father's hopes rested on her shoulders.
"My manager's looking for an editor. I already mentioned you. It's temporary, but it could tide you over until you find something better."
Sosan offered.
"I'd love to.
But, Julius, I haven't arranged daycare."
"Don't worry about that. I work from home and I can keep an eye on him all day."
Julia glanced at her son, who leaned against her shoulder with a grin. Her thoughts returned to the same conclusion.
"I have to go out if I'm going to gather what I need."
The following morning, Julia set out to meet the manager of the company where Sosan worked. At Sosan's request, she hoped that if the meeting went well, she might be offered a job. She dressed simply yet neatly, a crisp white blouse, a black skirt, and her hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She wore flat shoes, determined not to trip on her way. The office was only a short taxi ride away, so she made her way to the nearby taxi stand. Still, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about leaving Julius for several hours. Her son cried before finally listening to her.
When she told him about his grandfather injured and alone, his little face grew troubled. It dawned on Julius that his mother not only took care of him, but also had to care for her father.
Julia hesitated before dialing the number on her phone, wondering if she should check on him again.
Sosan reassured her that Julius was distracted, [music] playing with his toy trains. Relieved, Julia ended the call with a faint smile.
"What a lovely smile, sister. Have you found yourself a new man?"
The familiar voice cut through her thoughts. Her smile instantly disappeared as she turned to her left.
Stacy was approaching, her expression dripping with smugness. Julia's beauty was understated, delicate, and natural, while Stacy's was dressed in wealth and luxury.
Yet no amount of money could replicate Julia's effortless charm, and that fact ate [music] at Stacy.
There were moments when Stacy wanted to claw that beauty off Julia's face, a beauty she believed should belong to her, but she kept her envy under control. Julia's life seemed pitiable enough without money or a home.
In her mind, a private banker might chase Julia for a while, but he'd eventually tire of her.
"It doesn't suit your delicate white flower image to pry into other people's business."
Julia replied coolly, stepping aside so Stacy would no longer block her view.
"Why avoid me, sister? I can take you anywhere you want. I just want us to reconnect." Stacy purred, her voice so sweet it sent a shiver of disgust down Julia's spine.
"If you're done with whatever you came here for, get on with your day."
Julia said patiently, not in the mood to argue before her interview.
"I'm going to the clinic to take a pregnancy test." Stacy said suddenly, lowering her voice. "I missed my period and I'm scared after losing my first baby."
Julia froze. A child. That meant Stacy was expecting Timothy's baby.
Stacy's gaze lingered, her brows raising slowly. She saw the flicker of pain in Julia's warm brown eyes and drank it in like fine wine.
"You still love him, don't you?"
"Perfect. I'll make you boil with jealousy until you despise your life enough to end it." she thought.
At that moment, Timothy stepped out of the cafe where they'd had breakfast. He had asked Stacy to wait outside while he used the restroom.
Spotting Julia, Stacy's lips curled in satisfaction. What perfect timing.
"I'm sorry, Julia." Stacy said suddenly, her voice dripping false sincerity.
"It hurt me to see you suffer and I did nothing.
Timothy doesn't love me anyway. If you want, I can break things off. Please don't hate me or my mother."
Julia instinctively recoiled, swatting Stacy's hand away.
"What on earth is she talking about?"
"Julia, how could you make her cry?"
Timothy's voice thundered as he came to stand beside Stacy.
"She's pleading with you and you're being cruel. You never change."
The public scene drew attention.
Passersby pulled out their phones, some already recording.
Julia's chest tightened with humiliation.
"Don't, Tim."
Stacy whispered, "You love her, not me.
I'm just in the way."
Timothy chuckled darkly.
"Love her?
It's hard to believe I ever did.
Disgusting."
Julia's throat burned as tears welled in her eyes. She pressed her lips into a thin line, glaring briefly at Timothy before turning her gaze back to Stacy.
The picture Stacy had just painted for everyone, casting herself as the selfless victim, was complete.
A taxi pulled up. Julia took a steadying breath, stepped away from the scene, and climbed in, letting the tears fall freely.
"Sister, don't go."
Stacy cried after her, her voice laced with mock concern.
Inside, Julia's chest ached, not from Stacy's venom, but from the crushing humiliation Timothy had added to it.
"You don't need to spoil her, Stacy." Tim said sweetly once Julia was gone.
"She's selfish and doesn't value your kindness. If she hurts you again, I won't stand for it. You're precious to me."
To Timothy, Stacy was the gentle, supportive woman who had been there when Julia cheated.
He smiled warmly.
"I love you." "I love you, too, babe.
You're everything to me."
Stacy replied, hiding the gleam of malice in her eyes. In truth, she only craved male attention, and Timothy, once indifferent to her, was now hers to manipulate.
"Julia," Stacy thought smugly, "I'm in control now. Your pain is just beginning."
Julia leaned back [music] against the taxi seat, letting the gentle hum of the engine steady her nerves. If this was the trust and love she had once cherished so deeply, [music] then thank you, fate. She now saw how fragile it truly was.
If she had married Timothy, her support would have been paper thin. [music] "Excuse me, ma'am, you stop." the driver said, jolting her from her thoughts.
She'd been so lost in her mind, she'd forgotten she was even on her way somewhere.
Blinking, Julia offered a sheepish smile, handed him the fare, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
The company building loomed above her.
She didn't know a soul inside, and the realization knotted her stomach. Still, no one was going to help her unless she helped herself.
Inside, she scanned the reception area before approaching the desk.
"Excuse me, I have an appointment with Mr. Denver for the new editor position."
The receptionist, clearly frazzled, barely looked up.
"We have to hurry, ma'am. A VIP is due any minute. I can't call him right now.
Use the elevator to the first floor.
He'll meet you there. Fix your things, miss." She punctuated the instruction with a distracted wave, then went back to rearranging her cluttered desk.
Julia tilted her head, wondering who was causing such a stir.
Zack? His father? Maybe even his grandfather?
Susan had mentioned Zack wasn't the CEO, but the guessing game carried her only as far as the elevator.
The first floor was even more chaotic than the lobby. People rushed in every direction like a storm had hit, their faces tight with urgency.
No one seemed inclined to stop and answer questions until she spotted a man in a gray suit barking orders at a small team. His frustration was palpable, his voice sharp, his patience wearing thin as his employees scrambled to keep up.
Taking a deep breath, Julia approached.
"Excuse me, sir." "What?" he snapped without turning, still mid-criticism.
Then he glanced at her, clocked the unfamiliar face, and reined in his temper slightly.
"I don't have time to help anyone right now."
"I uh Susan sent me for the editor's post." Luckily, everyone else was too busy to notice her awkward delivery.
"Oh, right. Yes, sorry. Just sick of this chaos.
Come on, I'll show you the editor's desk.
You won't need to do much today, but tomorrow your workload will grow."
"Wait, was she hired already?"
"Am I actually qualified for this position?"
she asked carefully, half expecting they'd confused her with someone else.
He stopped and gave a small smile.
"I'm not sure you're perfect for it, but you saved me yesterday by managing that file. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be here.
If you're sharp, you'll do fine.
If not, well, I'll have every reason to let you go." A grin broke across Julia's face, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
Words failed her, but her gratitude was obvious.
"I can see you're pleased." he said, softening.
"Take your seat.
I'm Denver."
"Thank you for trusting me." She couldn't wait to hug Susan. This opportunity was thanks to her.
"It's your first day, Julia, and you don't know anyone here. I'd introduce you around, but I'm out of time. A very important person is about to arrive.
When he comes in, join us and stand."
"Of course, sir." she replied with a firm nod.
Once alone, she set her bag down and logged into her computer, realizing with a sigh that she'd forgotten her lunch.
She wasn't touching any files today, so the tidy desk stayed as it was.
Then the atmosphere shifted. In minutes, the bustling floor turned eerily [music] still, the air frosting over.
Julia eased into the crowd forming near the entrance, keeping her head down.
In unison, everyone said, "Good morning, sir." Julia joined in, her voice blending with the others.
>> [music] >> Out of curiosity, she peeked through the narrow space between two women's heads and saw him. The man was loosening his tie, still cursing under his breath. The moment her eyes met his face, the sound around her dulled. The devil behind all the chaos stood right there.
Her throat tightened, sweat prickled down her back. Joy brushed her feet for a fleeting second. An opportunity was here, but it came wrapped in thorns.
To be continued. This is Mr. Hope. Thank you for watching.
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