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In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, “So hot…”

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, “Now I’m cold again, I need a blanket…”

“What’s going on, Fred?” Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. “I feel so strange.”

“Do you want this?”

Mya squirmed in Fred’s arms, finding it tough to move away.

“Fred, it tickles. I don’t feel good, what did you do to me? Don’t touch that spot. ‘Mya pleaded.

“Your first time?” Fred asked

Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans. Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried.

“Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?” Fred asked.

“Ah! No, Fred, don’t!” Mya said. As Fred touched the place that was just enough to grasp in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, even involuntarily moving in sync with his actions

“Should I stop?” Fred asked.

Fred paused, as if contemplating his next move. Mya immediately felt like something was missing. Restless, she twisted and turned, yearning for that elusive sensation. She asked, her voice laced with longing, “Fred, that felt so good, like scratching an itch.”

Fred saw himself achieving some unstated goal. He undid the last piece of clothing adorned with cartoon characters and said, “Take it off yourself, and I’ll continue to make you feel good, okay?”

“Go ahead, but be gentle,” Mya whispered, blushing as she undid the last of her buttons.

At first, it was pleasurable, but Mya began to flail in pain. Her hands inadvertently added fresh scratch marks to Fred’s back, already a canvas of old scars. Through the peaks and troughs, her cries morphed from pain to a slow, mellifluous cadence.

Fast forward to later that evening, Mya’s face buried in the pillow still studded with sweat, her whole body aching and sore. She felt as if she might die from the ordeal. The sounds from the bathroom and the strewn clothes on the floor made Mya realize that Fred had done naughty things to her.

 

 

Mya quickly wiped away her tears and put on her clothes. She clutched a pile of garments and hurled them from the hotel’s twentieth floor. Among the items was a pair of deep blue men’s underwear, which ended up hanging on the balcony below. After her act of quiet rebellion, Mya stuck out her tongue at the bathroom door and stealthily limped away.

 

 

Mya’s driver had called her numerous times. When Mya finally answered the phone, she was both nervous and scared as she gave an address, waiting for the driver to come and pick her up.

 

 

Once inside the car, Mya kept a straight posture, trying not to wince from the pain.

 

 

“Mr. Harper has been trying to reach you. You really shouldn’t be away for so long,” the driver cautioned.

 

“I know,” was all Mya managed to say. When Mya reached home, Mya’s mother, Grace Dion confronted her, visibly worried. “Mya, don’t ever come home this late again. Your father would be worried sick about you

Afraid that Grace might notice something was amiss, Mya did not dare to pause for a moment and ran straight upstairs, saying, “Mom, I know it’s late from hanging out with Madelyn today, I won’t do it agai

Grace looked at Mya, who wasn’t the

 

 

quickest thinker, and shook her head with acceptance. There was a time when Mya had been sick with a high fever, which delayed treatment and caused permanent damage to her brain, making her a bit slow. Because of that, Mya was easily fooled by men.

 

 

Hurrying back to her room, Mya felt discomfort down below. She rushed to the bathroom to change her underwear, noticing blood. Biting her lip nervously, Mya thought, ‘Am I going to die? It’s bleeding. I remember hearing that it’s normal to bleed the first time. It should be fine, right?’

 

 

Still anxious, Mya quickly washed the underwear and hung it to dry in the wardrobe, tucking it in the corner, desperately hoping it would go unnoticed.

 

 

Days later, Mya felt under the weather. She found herself feeling queasy and unusually tired. She looked at her calendar and realized her period was overdue.

 

 

‘Am I pregnant? What should I do?’ Mya thought to herself. She was so anxious she was on the verge of tears. She touched her lower abdomen, which seemed much larger than usual, with a hard spot that was sore when pressed.

 

 

Mya was almost at a loss for what to do.

 

 

Panicked, she called Madelyn for advice. Meanwhile, the weather today was quite nice-sunny and clear, without a cloud in sight at Southern Haven Villas. Zach had a flower room constructed in the courtyard. The off-season blooms, all air-freighted from abroad, were there to entertain Madelyn and to help her pass the time.

 

 

Madelyn spent her days either with Dalton or in her studio, rarely coming downstairs except to eat. Zach had put a lot of thought into this. There were even plant specialists who came regularly to maintain and cultivate the flora.

 

 

With Zach holding Madelyn from behind, they looked like a perfect couple as he assisted her with flower arranging. The passing servants couldn’t help but admire the duo. Surrounded by vibrant flowers, the warm scene made them resemble a living painting-a couple deeply in love.

 

 

Madelyn’s long hair was tied at the end with a purple ribbon, loose strands framing her face. She had a gentle aura, and her long lashes fluttered slightly, complementing her black knit dress. The flower room was comfortably warm, basking in sunlight that made everything feel cozy.

 

 

Zach seldom had the chance to share in the tranquil activity of flower arranging with Madelyn, but on this occasion, they worked side by side, carefully pruning away superfluous stems. Engrossed in their task throughout the morning, they were pleased with the fruitful results of their labor.

 

 

A servant interrupted with the phone. Ma’am, it’s a call from Ms. Harper. She says it’s urgent and needs your advice.”

 

 

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With anticipation, Madelyn picked up the phone and greeted, “Hi, Mya.”

 

 

Mya’s choked sobs came through the line. “Madelyn…”

 

 

Sensing the distress in her friend’s voice, Madelyn exchanged a glance with Zach, and stepped out of their flower room into a quieter area. She asked, “What’s happened? You sound upset.”

 

 

Stammering, Mya finally managed to speak. “I-I-I think I might be pregnant, Madelyn.”

 

 

“Pregnant?” Madelyn couldn’t believe her ears. “How could you be pregnant? What’s really going on, Mya?”

 

 

Mya was at her home in Harper residence. She held a soft, plush bunny close to her chest, her face buried in its fur, and said, “Madelyn, I got intimate with Fred. Now, I think there’s a baby in me.”

 

 

Madelyn felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She said, “Mya, this isn’t something to joke about. You really did that with him?”

 

 

Mya’s voice was muffled. “He deceived me, Madelyn. He’s a bad man.”

 

 

Madelyn took a moment to absorb Mya’s confession, her thoughts immediately darkened. ‘What’s in the mind of that scoundrel to trick an innocent girl like Mya?’

 

 

“First thing you need to do is get to a hospital for a checkup, Mya,” Madelyn advised. “See if you’re really pregnant. Don’t panic just yet. It might be nothing.”

 

 

“But… I’ve missed my period for a while now,” Mya confessed.

 

 

“How long?” Madelyn asked.

 

 

“A good while, Madelyn. What should I do if I’m pregnant? I can’t let my parents find out. I’ve only told you about this.”

 

 

“I’ll accompany you to the hospital for a checkup. Let’s hang up for now.”

 

 

Zach approached Madelyn, gently tucking a beautiful peony flower behind her ear. He asked, “What did Mya say?”

 

 

For the first time since they had met, Madelyn turned away from Zach, anger clouding her face. She tossed the flower aside and said, “If you can’t keep your promises, don’t make them in the first place. Liar!”

 

 

Madelyn stomped away, crushing the flower beneath her foot.

 

 

Zach felt a bit surprised. ‘Is she really giving me attitude now? Well, that’s okay. It’s good she can still show her feelings, even if it’s directed at me. She’s got quite a temper.”

 

 

Zach grabbed his phone and called Kevin. Kevin, who was busy at Jardin Corporation, handed his cup of water to his assistant, Blake, and stepped out to take the call. “Yes, Sir.”

 

 

“What’s happened with Mya?” Zach’s voice came through the phone, crisp and serious.

 

 

Kevin’s face turned solemn. He said, Sir, I was about to report this to you. Mr. Turner has taken an interest in Ms. Harper. Not too long ago, he took her from a restaurant to a hotel when she was all drunk. Our men reached there, but it was too late.”

 

 

“And when did he start showing interest in her?” Zach’s voice hardened. “Find out every detail about them.”

 

 

Kevin replied, “Yes, Sir.”

 

 

 

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Holding two cups of water, Blake approached Kevin and asked, “Mr. Harrison, did Mr. Jardin assign us a new task? I overheard Mya’s name just now. She’s my cousin, you know? Given that I’m your apprentice, could you maybe share just a tiny bit of what’s going on? It’ll help me shoulder some of the burden, and be part of the solution.”

 

 

Kevin took his cup of water with his face turned icy. He said, “Mind your own business, Blake. Focus on your work.”

 

 

As Kevin walked away, Blake rolled her eyes and mimicked Kevin. “Mind your own business, he says.”

 

 

Kevin had seen Blake’s mockingly exaggerated expressions reflected in the fire extinguisher’s glass casing. He caught everything in his gaze.

 

 

Having ended his call, Zach went upstairs to pacify Madelyn who was brooding in silence.

 

 

Madelyn sought refuge in her art studio, where she drowned her frustrations in swathes of color on canvas. Next to her palette was a vase with a freshly cut flower. Zach came in and crouched down beside her, taking her about-to-paint hand into his, and said, “I’m sorry about Mya. It was my fault. I overlooked it.”

 

 

“What would you like as compensation? I’ll do anything,” Zach said softly, planting a gentle kiss on the back of Madelyn’s hand. At that moment, he looked like the most devoted follower in front of Madelyn, the only one who could make him humble.

 

 

Madelyn tried a few times to pull her hand away, but it didn’t work. She kept her feelings inside, making her voice calm again. “I know you’ve gathered information. Do you think your dirty money can just solve everything? You’re still the same, Zach. You’re as heartless as ever!”

 

 

This was the first time Madelyn was really mad. She quickly pulled her hand away and wouldn’t look at Zach. She wanted to be far from anywhere he was. She rushed into the nursery, slamming the door tight. Even from far down the hall, Zach could hear the door slam.

 

 

Dalton, who was playing with his toys on the floor, was startled but did not cry. Margaret hurriedly emerged from the bathroom, drying her hands, and said, “Good heavens! What happened?”

 

 

“It’s nothing,” Madelyn said, brushing it off. Margaret wasn’t convinced. She continued, “Oh, come on! You might as well write ‘I’m mad’ on your forehead!”

 

 

Dalton crawled over and grabbed Madelyn’s leg, standing up. He said, ” Ma… Mama… hug… hug.”

 

 

Feeling warmed by Dalton’s newfound vocabulary, Madelyn picked him up. He nestled into her shoulder without saying another word.

 

 

Margaret tried to lighten the mood. She said, “Dalton’s getting smarter by the day. He’s learning so fast. Look, he’s already asking for hugs.”

 

 

Whenever Madelyn saw Dalton, she felt an urge to bond with him. No matter how upset or aggrieved she was, those feelings vanished the moment she saw him. She locked the door from the inside with the only key.

 

 

Madelyn played with Dalton, stacking some blocks. She rarely spent time with him. Whenever he reached up to be held, she fought the urge to embrace him, fearing the vulnerability that came with deep emotional ties. She feared that it would make it difficult for her to leave one day, even considering him a burden.

 

 

In less than an hour, a maid knocked on the door three times. “Madam,” she said, “Mr. Jardin has cooked some pasta for you…”

 

 

 

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“Would you like me to bring it up for you?” asked the maid.

 

 

Madelyn was cradling the freshly bathed Dalton and paid no mind to the maid. They prepared to catch a few winks as Dalton was already drowsy. They snuggled into bed, hands positioned in their usual comforting spot, and soon slipped into a peaceful slumber.

 

 

Meanwhile, at the Sovereign Luxe Resort & Spa, Fred looked the woman ardently at work between his legs. Cecilia wiped the corner of her mouth, looked up at him with seductive eyes, and asked, “You seem off today. Already had a fling outside, haven’t you?”

 

 

Thirty minutes later, Cecilia’s doing was no fruition. Her lips tingled from exhaustion. Fred lifted Cecilia’s chin, his eyes lingering on her inviting lips. He said, ” Ten more minutes. If you still can’t satisfy me, I’ll have my men teach you how to please a man.”

 

 

Cecilia’s face soured for a split second, but she quickly regained composure. She knew Fred well enough to take his words seriously. Fred had a penchant for married women. No woman he set his sights on ever escaped his clutches, and he had a myriad of ways to make them submit.

 

 

Climbing onto Fred’s lap, Cecilia didn’t stop what she was doing. She leaned in, her warm breath brushing over his ear as her tongue teased sensitive spots. She whispered, “Picture me as Mrs. Jardin.”-

 

 

Cecilia gripped Fred’s hand and placed it on her softest spot. She continued, Everywhere you’ve touched, he has too. Our first night-in the kitchen, the bedroom, the balcony-we’ve left marks all over.”

 

 

Then, Cecilia felt a noticeable reaction from Fred and pressed on, fueling his desire with each provocative word, knowing full well this kink of his had not changed. He scooped her up and did her roughly. He growled, “Keep talking.”

 

 

Cecilia’s voice fractured with moans, she said, “Next time, I have another surprise for you.”

 

 

Every time Fred visited, Cecilia offered him a new surprise. She had a knack for understanding all of his preferences. Slowly but surely, she was becoming irresistible to him. She added, “If you’re so enamored with his woman, why not just take Madelyn for yourself? Wouldn’t it be more exciting if both of you played with the same woman?”

 

 

“Ah!” Cecilia suddenly let out a piercing cry. “We could all be together -four of us!”

 

 

Minutes later, Cecilia felt utterly exhausted. She collapsed on the bed and panting heavily. But even in her tired state, she found herself being guided off the bed to stand by the floor- to-ceiling window. Fred remained meticulously dressed while Cecilia had no clothes on her.

 

 

Cecilia realized that no matter how much effort she put into the task at hand, words of encouragement had a far more significant impact.

 

 

“Zach Jardin, you sure know how to pick women!” Fred exclaimed with a loud moan. It was an endless marathon of determination, with no clear end in sight.

 

 

Two hours later, Cecilia lay on the floor, her body twitching involuntarily, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, her face flush with satisfaction.

 

 

Meanwhile, Mya sneaked out of her home and hopped on a bus all by herself, headed for the hospital. The warm afternoon sunshine had disappeared, and a cold breeze surrounded her. She huddled in her seat. Lost in thought, she missed her stop.

 

 

Finding herself in an unfamiliar area, Mya looked at the busy streets and big shopping places. She figured out she ended up in a pretty neighborhood. All she could do was go back, turn around, and take another bus to the hospital.

 

 

 

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Feeling a bit down, Mya walked across the crosswalk with a bunch of people when the traffic light turned green. She had a stylish purse with pearls on it, and she seemed lost in her thoughts, thinking hard. ‘What would I do if I’m really pregnant?’

 

 

On the same street not far from her, a car was also waiting for the traffic light. Fred’s deputy spotted Mya in the crowd and nudged Fred. “Sir, look, it’s Ms. Harper.”

 

 

Fred quickly located Mya in the crowd. She was small and slim, not especially standing out-easy to miss in a sea of regular folks. He had never paid much attention to regular-looking ladies before, but there was something about Mya that intrigued him.

 

 

Mya was the only one brave enough to toss his clothes out the window. Even though Fred usually didn’t like that kind of bold behavior, Mya’s rebellious side was kind of interesting. To Fred, Mya was not like the women he usually fooled around with. She was special- like a pet he wanted to keep. A bit of teasing wouldn’t do any harm, he thought.

 

 

Not knowing she had eyes on her, Mya stood shivering at the bus stop, her hands buried in her teddy bear scarf. She only noticed the car when Fred’s deputy asked, “Ms. Harper, where are you headed?”

 

 

Stunned, Mya stared for a moment before turning abruptly and bolting away. Despite not being a regular exerciser, she was surprisingly swift. Fred, finding amusement in the chase, told the driver to follow at a leisurely pace, always keeping a few yards’ distance.

 

 

When Mya finally slowed down, Fred’s car pulled up beside her. Stepping out, Fred picked her up and placed her in the backseat. Her face turned red as she was trying to catch her breath. She pounded on the car window, insisting,” I want to go home, let me out!”

 

 

Unfazed, Fred retrieved a bottle of water from the car. As he unscrewed the cap, he advised, “Catch your breath first.”

 

 

Mya hesitated, fearing a repeat of their last encounter. She instinctively covered her stomach.

 

 

“A stomachache?” Fred inquired, his tone turning icy.

 

 

“Don’t touch me,” Mya retorted.

 

 

“We’re heading to the hospital,” Fred ordered, his eyes clouding over. Panicked, Mya objected, “No, I don’t want to go to the hospital. I want to go home!”

 

 

“Ah! My stomach!” Mya shrieked suddenly, clutching her belly and curling up.

 

 

Fred reached out to touch Mya’s stomach, but she slapped his hand away. She said, “Don’t touch me. My mother said… never to let strangers touch me.”

 

 

‘How long has it been?’ Fred thought to himself, ‘I could clearly see a softness forming around her belly, even through her clothes.’

 

 

“Like I’ve never touched you before,” Fred growled, his facial scar making him look even more menacing. “Lift your shirt!”

 

 

 

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Mya got a bit scared when she saw Fred looking all serious. She tried to act like she didn’t hear him, hoping he would drop the whole thing if she stayed quiet. But Fred wasn’t planning to let her off easy.

 

 

Curled up in the corner, Mya looked a bit silly. Fred lifted her shirt and saw the soft parts spilling over her pants. He’d seen different kinds of people before, some thin and some with curves, but Mya was a bit plumper than the others.

 

 

“Your family feeds you well, huh?” Fred remarked, eyeing her figure. Mya showed no signs of illness.

 

 

Mya proudly puffed out her chest. “Of course! I have like five servings of Mediterranean rice every day. These curves are all thanks to the amazing cooking at Madelyn’s house. Too bad Madelyn’s husband, the big jerk, doesn’t let me eat there anymore. He says I eat too much.”

 

 

Fred could not believe how oblivious Mya was. She didn’t catch the hint about her weight or the subtle digs at her smarts. At first, he thought she might have some secret agenda in getting close to him. However, as he got to know her better, Fred figured out that Mya was truly naive and dim- witted.

 

 

Fred’s deputy interrupted, “Sir, rush hour is starting. We might hit some traffic.”

 

 

“Is your stomach still hurting?” Fred asked Mya, his brows knitting together. Feeling the shift in Fred’s mood, Mya swiftly hid her smile and retreated a bit.

 

 

“I’m fine now. Could you drop me home?” Mya said timidly, looking down and fiddling with her index finger.

 

 

“Why the hurry?” asked Fred.

 

 

“I got yelled at by my mom for getting home late last time. I gotta make it before it gets dark,” Mya explained, holding her belly as a twinge of pain zipped through. She toughed it out without letting it show.

 

 

“Did you take pill last time?” Fred asked, referring to contraception.

 

 

“Yes, I did,” Mya nodded. Since Mya’s family got lucky with money, she started taking pills to boost her brainpower.” She knew she wasn’t the smartest cookie around, so if a pill could help, she was all for taking it every day.

 

 

“Sir, should we proceed to the hospital? “Fred’s deputy inquired.

 

 

“Let’s go to The Deli instead,” Fred decided, noting that she seemed alright.

 

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

 

Mya protested immediately, “I don’t want to go to The Deli. I want to go home.”

 

 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Fred asked. ‘I’m hungry. I’d left the house an hour ago and only ate an ice cream cone and a glass of milk. That is all.’ Mya thought to herself.

 

 

Mya dug through her purse and found only fifty dollars remaining. She said, ” I’ll have to eat less today; I only have fifty bucks left. My mom took away my allowance as punishment.”

 

 

“Is that all you have?” Fred reached into the inside pocket of his coat, pulled out a leather wallet, and handed Mya a wad of cash. “Take this. If it’s not enough, let me know.”

 

 

Startled, Mya immediately refused, “I can’t accept that. We agreed that I’d treat you this time, and I have just enough to order a few dishes. I can eat less.”

 

 

“So, if it’s not money you’re after, what is it?” Fred’s voice turned icy.

 

 

Mya held her belly as she felt another twinge of pain. She thought, ‘Why has he become so intimidating all of a sudden? Talking to him feels like walking on eggshells!’

 

 

 

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Mya kept her head down and didn’t dare to speak again. Fred put the money on her lap and said, “This is what I owe you. I don’t like owing people.”

 

 

“I’ll take it, just please don’t hurt me,” Mya replied, feeling flustered, and she quickly stuffed the money into her bag.

 

 

Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind, and a voice echoed, “Since you like eating so much, finish this spoiled meal. If not, I’ll keep you locked up here like a dog. If you disobey, I’ll have someone beat you to death.”

 

 

A buried memory rushed back, giving Mya a sharp pain in her head. For the rest of the car ride, Mya stayed quiet and timid.

 

 

Fred noticed Mya’s change in behavior and gradually lost interest as the car became quiet. He ordered, “Stop the car ”

 

 

When the car halted, Fred, growing impatient, lit a cigar. “Get out and grab a cab home.”

 

 

With a brief command, the car doors unlocked, and Mya, shaking a bit, quickly got out. Before she left, Fred’s keen eyes spotted the money, untouched on the car seat.

 

 

Mya dashed into The Deli, her fleeing figure looking desperate, like she was being chased by a beast. As she hurried, her hair bun came undone, and a pearl hairpin fell, later picked up by a passerby and tossed into a nearby trash can.

 

 

All Mya knew was that she had escaped from the jaws of danger. As she walked into The Deli, the amazing smell of food immediately caught her attention, making her forget all about what had happened earlier.

 

 

‘There’s still plenty of time to get home before it gets dark,’ Mya reassured herself.

 

 

After ordering more than thirty dollars’ worth of food and keeping just over ten dollars for the cab fare home, Mya found a cozy corner, sipping on her lemon tea. What Mya didn’t realize was that the black car parked on the street near The Deli hadn’t left. Fred was still in the car, his leg propped up, tapping his finger thoughtfully, his gaze dark and deep, watching the carefree Mya nearby.

 

 

Dining alone, Mya quickly devoured her meal once it arrived, earning disapproving looks from fancy ladies at a nearby table. They snickered, saying, “Look at her, she’s eating like there’s no tomorrow.”

 

 

“Who knows where this bumpkin came from, never seen the world.”

 

 

Hearing their remarks, Mya slowed down and lowered her head. “Wow, look at this pig. She even understands human language. Just like my pet dog, plump and cute.”

 

 

One of the ladies, with bangs framing her doll-like face, chuckled, “But not as obedient as my Belle. At least a dog knows to keep up appearances when outside.”

 

 

With that, the three other women at the same table who had held back their laughter laughed out loud.

 

 

Mya kept her head so low while eating that it almost touched her food, choosing not to respond to the teasing.

 

 

“Hey, considering your size, you sure three dishes are enough for you?” one of them joked. Another person joined in, “Want us to share our leftovers with you?”

 

 

But little did they know, Fred saw everything. He was good at understanding what people said just by watching their lips. So, every word they said was as clear to him as if they shouted it. He thought Mya would react, but surprisingly, she stayed quiet and didn’t stand up for herself.

 

 

After that, one of them called the server. The server came up and asked, ‘ Hi, how can I help you today?’

 

 

The lady requested, “Can you ask that girl to leave? She’s spoiling our appetite.”

 

 

 

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The server looked troubled. She asked, ” What do you-

 

 

But before she could finish her question, Mya quickly put thirty dollars on the table and rushed out the door. Tears streamed down her face as she left The Deli.

 

 

The server wanted to follow Mya, calling out, “Ms. Harper!”

 

 

But Mya had already left.

 

 

The server hurriedly told the woman who was making fun, “Don’t you know who she is? That’s Mya Harper, the heiress to the Harper Nutritional Enterprise. She’s also friends with Madelyn Jent, who is close with Zach Jardin. Several dishes here are actually Ms. Jent’s own recipes, specially made for Ms. Harper.”

 

 

The group that was laughing couldn’t find anything funny anymore after hearing that. The news hit them hard because all four had just gotten jobs as models for Harper Nutritional Enterprises. They had signed the contract but hadn’t started the photo shoots yet.

 

 

“Can we… say sorry to her now? Did we mess things up?” one worried.

 

 

“It’s your fault for talking so mean. Now we upset her, and I’m probably losing my job,” blamed another.

 

 

“Why are you blaming me? You laughed just as much as I did,” defended the third woman.

 

 

After running for a while, Mya stopped at a crepe stall by the road. With tears in her eyes, she took out two dollars and bought a crepe. She ate it while waiting for the bus, wiping away a tear and saying, ‘What’s wrong with being a pig? Pigs are cute.’

 

 

Close by, Fred sneered with disdain.

 

 

What a loser.”

 

 

“Drive over there,” Fred commanded.

 

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

 

While Mya enjoyed half of the crepe, her mouth covered in melted butter, she heard a car horn. She looked up to see the same car parked in front of her. Surprised, her eyes widened. She thought, ‘Didn’t he leave earlier? Why is he still here?’

 

 

To Mya, seeing Fred again was like facing a demon; she didn’t hesitate to jump into a cab. After stating her destination, the driver quickly pulled away.

 

 

Watching his “pet” escape, Fred was immediately displeased. But then, he realized that his earlier attitude might have scared her.

 

 

Fred’s deputy asked, “Should we go after her?”

 

 

Fred decided not to. He said, “Let her go this time, but make sure those women in The Deli understand what they can and cannot say.

 

 

“There have been eyes on us lately, so we might need to hire some thugs to handle it,” said Fred’s deputy. Fred squinted and he responded indifferently. “Fine.”

 

 

Relieved that Fred didn’t follow, Mya gently stroked her belly and whispered to her tummy, “Be good, little one. I’m going to eat well so you can grow big and strong.”

 

 

When she got home, Mya found a table full of dishes prepared by Grace. Grace commented, “Wandering off again? It’s dark, and you’re just getting home. If this keeps happening, no dinner for you. And what’s going on with your eyes? Have you been crying? Did someone bully you again?”

 

 

Mya took off her rabbit hat and quickly went to the dining table. She said, “No one bullied me. It’s just so cold outside that my eyes hurt.”

 

 

Grace showed concern. “Let me see,” she insisted. “Are they hurting? Maybe we should call the doctor.”

 

 

“No, Mom, I’m okay now. The pain’s gone,” Mya reassured Grace.

 

 

 

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“You’re always so carefree, Mya. You get bullied, and then you just forget about it, not holding a grudge at all. I wonder who you take after,” Grace said, kinda scolding but feeling sad about how Mya had been treated.

 

 

Mya said, “Mom, go ask Dad to come down for dinner.”

 

 

“Your father’s still caught up in a meeting; he won’t be back until late,” replied Grace.

 

 

Ever since the company was severely depleted by Luke, it was in a weakened state. Only when Madelyn extended a helping hand under the name of Jardin Corporation during the crisis that the Harper Nutritional Enterprise was saved from ruin.

 

 

Mya’s parents had thought Luke was an honest man and believed that Mya’s marriage to him would help the company. However, they didn’t expect his greed. Not only did he and his family swindle a lot of company money, but they also tried to take over the company entirely.

 

 

Now, as Mya’s parents were getting older and the company was struggling, they worried about what would happen to Mya after they were gone, especially if the company ended up in the hands of strangers.

 

 

During this time, Mya stayed home, often talking on the phone with Madelyn. Mya lay on the floor, holding the phone with one hand and rubbing her big belly with the other. She told Madelyn, “My baby’s been so good recently, not causing me any trouble. I can even eat two more portions of Mediterranean rice than usual now. How is Dal? Is he being good?”

 

 

On the other end of the phone call, Madelyn, in her room, felt an indescribable feeling. She truly envied Mya; no matter what happened, Mya always managed to stay happy, never letting anything weigh on her mind.

 

 

‘If Mya decides to keep the baby, I’ll respect her decision. As long as she’s willing to accept it, at least the child… will be her own flesh and blood. And I…’ Madelyn thought. Madelyn replied, “Dal has been good, not giving me any trouble.”

 

 

“Madelyn… who do you think the baby will take after it’s born? I hope it doesn’t turn out like that bad seed. It should be more like me,” said Mya.

 

 

“Mya, you need to get enough rest. Make sure you don’t catch a cold, okay? “advised Madelyn.

 

 

“Don’t worry, I’m all bundled up,” Mya assured her. After a few more exchanges, Madelyn ended the call. Back at Mya’s side, the call was unexpectedly cut off.

 

 

“Why is there no signal on the phone, Mom?” Mya asked, puzzled. Grace came in from outside, explaining, “The servants are on it now; it seems the whole house has lost its signal. Strange, we can’t even make calls or watch TV.”

 

 

“I guess I’ll read a book then,” Mya said.

 

 

‘Reading a book? That is something new. Mya had always not been a fan of reading; she would doze off the moment she picked up a book, but now she is starting to read. I’m glad she picked up that habit. No matter what she’s reading, the fact that she was flipping through books is already a good sign.’ Grace thought to herself.

 

 

When Mya’s father, Simon Harper, came home, Grace shared the news, which made him very pleased. He went upstairs, and softly opened the door to find Mya asleep in a thick nightgown, spread-eagled on the bed. He gently covered her with the blanket she had kicked to the floor.

 

 

After Simon stepped out of the room, Grace asked, “How’s the company doing? Have the finances been sorted out?”

 

 

Looking all tired and older from his recent troubles, especially after being in the hospital, Simon seemed really worn out. He said, ‘The company is okay now. That bastard took millions away from us and conspired with our finance dept to make fake records. If Jardin Corporation didn’t step in, I might be in jail right now.’

 

 

“We supported Luke because he seemed so decent and hardworking. How did he end up like this?” Grace asked. Simon scoffed, “He’s an animal, that’s all he is!”

 

 

“And what’s happening with him? What did the court decide?” Grace asked.

 

 

“Jardin Corporation’s legal team is handling it. They filed the case not too long ago, and the trial is about to start. They say Luke might have to spend at least thirty years in jail. Prison won’t be easy for him.”

 

 

“Don’t stress too much, honey. Your health matters most now,” Grace comforted Simon, giving his chest a gentle pat. “Lately, I’ve overheard the staff talking about some strange folks hanging around our neighborhood. And out of the blue, we’re having problems with our signals at home.”

 

 

Simon nodded seriously, adding, “I also find that odd too.”

 

 

 

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“Not long ago, Mya was bullied at The Deli, and the bullies were models that had just signed contracts with us. Just when I was gonna do something about it, those four models just vanished. I ended their contracts,” shared Simon.

 

 

“What? Mya was being bullied? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” asked Grace. Her main concern was Mya. Simon replied, “I didn’t want you to get all stressed out. It’s alright, go get some rest. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow.

 

 

Grace was frustrated, but she kept it to herself. She told Simon, “I’ve set up your bath. Take a soak and hit the hay soon.”

 

 

“You’re busy?” Simon asked Grace. Grace yawned and said, “I still have to get Mya’s medicine ready. The doctors said she has to keep taking them.”

 

 

Simon interrupted, “You can let the maid handle it.”

 

 

Grace disagreed, saying, “The medicine is for Mya. I can’t trust just anyone with it. You never know if someone has sneaky plans in the house. Don’t worry about me. Go get some sleep. I’ll be done soon.”

 

 

At three in the morning, Mya had a scary dream. She found herself in a creepy forest with monsters that wanted to eat people. A gray wolf was hot on her heels, eager to have her for dinner. No matter how fast Mya ran, she couldn’t get out of the forest. The mist in the woods made it tough to see. When she glanced back, she saw the wolf with its big mouth wide open.

 

 

Mya screamed and instantly sat up. Grace heard the commotion just as she was bringing Mya’s medication over. Upon hearing Mya’s screams, Grace rushed into the room and turned on the lights. She saw Mya terrified and covered in sweat.

 

 

Grace put the medication aside and comforted Mya, “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” Grace embraced her and wiped her tears. She asked Mya, “You had another nightmare?”

 

 

Mya leaned on Grace’s shoulders and replied, “I dreamt of a big gray wolf, and it wanted to eat me. I’m scared, Mom.”

 

 

“Don’t worry, Mya. Mommy’s here,” Mya reassured Mya. She took the medication and said to Mya, “I’ve brought some honey to help you with consuming the medication. You won’t have any nightmares after you eat it.”

 

 

“Do you need me to feed you?” Grace joked.

 

 

Mya held the medication in hand. She despised it, yet she had no choice but to eat it. If Mya did not take her medication, her mother would be worried. Besides that, Madelyn would be disgusted with her stupidity if she did not eat it.

 

 

Mya closed her eyes and gulped it down. After finishing it, she told Grace, “I’ve finished, mom.”

 

 

Grace rubbed her head in encouragement, “Sleep then. I’ll leave once you’ve fallen asleep.”

 

 

Mya laid down and closed her eyes before saying, “I’m already asleep, mom. Get to sleep soon.”

 

 

“Alright, “Grace said as she watched her daughter fall asleep. After that, she shut the door lightly. To Grace, Mya was always slightly slow and learned everything somewhat slower than others.

 

 

After Mya took her medication, she did not have any more nightmares. She had a good sleep.

 

 

Outside the Harper residence, there was a parked black off-road vehicle. Fed sat in the backseat. The scar on his face made him look more menacing. His lips were tightened while his gaze greedily stared at the second floor.

 

 

At the same time, a wind blew around the house. The sound of the winds was like howling ghosts. Fred stood outside their home. After pressing his fingerprint on the scanner, he opened the Harper residence gates.