Cynthia Dion: My body began to feel light as I headed back to my room. I was simply gliding on my own, expending no energy whatsoever."What on earth is happening to me?" I pondered as I shut the door forcefully behind me and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and compose myself before I landed in a predicament I couldn't escape from."Ugh!" When I raised my face to scrutinize my reflection in the mirror after splashing water on it, I was taken aback.""My eyes turned crimson-red.A sudden knock on the door jolted me from my vacant gaze, causing me to briefly avert my eyes from my reflection. When I returned my gaze to the mirror, the redness in my eyes had mysteriously disappeared."Cynthia! Don't waste your time," Mr. Holt exclaimed, relentlessly pounding on the restroom door from outside. "There are many preparations to attend to."I emerged from the restroom, shaking my head at him for banging on the door so insistently. "I wasn't having a leisurely time in there."Mr. Holt, ap

Cynthia Dion: Before he could shift his attention from his phone to me, I realized that minute was a welcome respite. I hastened through my shower, struggling to keep the marked side of my neck turned towards the wall, just in case he happened to glance up.When I finished my shower and turned to check on him, he had vanished.Swiftly, I changed into black pants and a turtleneck sweater. Just as I left the bathroom, he re-entered the room with an empty bag.He began stuffing the bag with random items, none of which seemed suitable for Bali."Why the rush?" I observed from a distance as he filled the bag with utter nonsense. After he had zipped it shut, he instructed the maid to carry it to the car. Surprisingly, he hadn't packed any of my belongings. It left me puzzled--was I not going with him?"You forgot to pack my clothes," I tried to mention, but his grip on my wrist left me speechless. He pulled me along towards the parking lot, where we could spot Maleeka, Atticus, and Mara in

Cynthia Dion: He shot me an infuriated glare as if my very thoughts had offended him. He kept on scowling, and I could see his jaw clenching."You're being disrespectful," I retorted through the gritted teeth and locked eyes with him squarely."What about the humiliation you've put me through?" He retorted with a thunderous roar that made me flinch and even instinctively shut my eyes."Eh? What about the embarrassment I endured when the doctor congratulated me on these test results?" My heart nearly stopped when he pulled the tests out of the bag and declared, "Your mate is pregnant.""Ahhh!" I gasped audibly, covering my mouth as I stared at the documents in his hands. I couldn't fathom why he had insisted on the blood tests in the first place.His furious gaze seemed to convey, "I was informed about your pregnancy on the day that doctor visited, so I wanted to be certain," his words escaping in ragged breaths."Surprised, huh?" He set the papers aside and seized my arm, pulling me

Cynthia Dion: That's when I began to recall everything that transpired in the mansion. I was duped by Mr. Holt, and he made it abundantly clear that expecting sympathy from him was a lost cause. He had no grounds to be irate with me over a partnership that, to his knowledge, was solely aimed at safeguarding my own interests. He blew it out of proportion, behaving as though I had cheated on him. He persistently harassed me and manipulated me into taking this relationship seriously.The sole reason I endured his mistreatment in silence was because my sister, Flora, should not have to endure the same ordeal as I did.I shook my head in disbelief, unwilling to accept that the night I uncovered my wolf was also the night I lost my child. The doctor firmly grasped my arm and pulled me back, preventing me from leaping out of bed in my quest for a breath of fresh air."Hey!" Once she had me settled back in bed, she tenderly ran her hand through my hair and urged, "Please try to stay composed

Cynthia Dion: He was not only taken aback but infuriated that she had dared to pose this question. I observed him inhale deeply before attempting to maintain a façade of composure."She took a tumble down the stairs," Mara explained. I could see she was trying to butter him up and signal her loyalty."And did the stairs also decide to give her a few kicks, breaking her ribs? Perhaps the stairwell decided to get in on the action and stab her too?" Doctor Vivienne appeared to be fiery and self-assured. Her words turned my rapid breathing into a sense of regret.Why hadn't I always been more like her?Was it because I didn't have a backbone back then, or because I had to bite my tongue since everything I said would land me in a showdown with my sister? Whatever it was, I felt insignificant compared to her."Hm! Miss ----, you'll have to take up all these inquiries with my lawyer," Mr. Holt took a step closer, and when she didn't budge, he knelt down and found her name in the file. "Vivi