Ava’s POV"Ava, are you coming? Rodrigo is asking for you," A coworker, who worked as a stripper in the club asked as I glammed my face.I sighed deeply as I muttered an incoherent curse before I whipped my neck around to face her, "Why?"She tied the straps of her twelve inches heels as she shrugged, "How am I supposed to know? He probably has VIP clients today, and since his precious moneymaker, Ophelia is gone. The responsibility falls on you,"In response, I just shook my head and turned to face the mirror as I added finishing touches to my makeup. I hadn't even called Ophelia since I left the hospital earlier today, I had been cooped up at the club, working overtime as I had some bills to offset.And unlike Ophelia, I had no ridiculously wealthy boss who would be benevolent enough to throw money in my direction.I sighed to myself as I hoisted myself up from the chair before I walked to my assigned closet to place my makeup supplies inside it. Then, I grabbed my phone and checked

Ophelia’s POV "No, you got it wrong. Something is definitely not right somewhere, doctor. I'm not pregnant, I can't be, so I suggest you redo the test," I spat after I had gotten a grip on myself.The doctor sighed, with an underlying hint of exasperation prominent on his mien as he stared at Ava, silently asking for some help.Ava leaped to action, she sat next to me on the small place left on the bed, interlacing our fingers together before she gently caressed my hand in reassurance.But I wasn't having any of that. I was livid with anger.There was no way I was pregnant with Ryan's child. The bastard who ruined my life. There was just no fucking way that could have happened.He always ensured we used protection on every occasion we had sex, except for the quickie we had at the gala, some months ago.Fuck, I had almost forgotten about that. "Miss Ophelia, I can assure you that we carried out the test with the best technologies available. There's no way we got it wrong, you are pre

Ophelia’s POV THREE YEARS LATERI hummed to myself as I sauteed the vegetables in the saucepan. I slightly drew back as the oil from the pan spritzed toward me."Miss Ophelia," One of my assistants, Isabelle, called me, and I tilted my neck toward her, "Yes?""The couple on table four have placed their orders. They want their usuals, baked flounder with lemon and butter," She recited from the sticky note in her hand.I nodded, "Okay, it will be ready soon,""That's great," She said before trekking out of the kitchen.I got to work after I dished out the flambeed vegetables from the pan, and set them on a plate.In a matter of minutes, I was done with the order. I set it on the serving table, took off my apron, cap, mask and gloves with a tired sighI loved being a chef. I mean, I sacrificed a part of me to achieve my dreams but nobody warned me about how stressful the job was, and how rude some customers could be.My assistant strolled in with an empty tray and a disheveled appearanc

Ophelia’s POV "Come by soon with your adorable toddler," The ice cream stand attendant said to me as she handed me two ice cream cones.I smiled at her and nodded, "Sure, I will. Thanks again," "You're welcome," She smiled back, and I left the ice cream shop.I turned towards the bench in front of the ice cream shop with a smile that dissipated off my face instantly when I didn't see Jeremy sitting there.I glanced wildly around as I jogged away from the shop."Jeremy! Where are you?" I yelled, looking around, with tears blurring my vision.Anxiety blossomed in me when I got no response and still didn't see him.I knew I had to be strong and look for him but I was already starting to overthink the worst possible occurrence that could happen.I couldn't lose my baby. He meant the whole world to me."Hey, excuse me," I waved at a couple before I sprinted up to them.They exchanged glances with each other before they gazed weirdly at me, "Hi,""I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm looking

Ophelia’s POV "I can explain, please calm down and listen to me," Ryan said, but I wasn't having any of his bullshit."I just asked you a fucking question, Ryan. Why the hell are you here? Are you stalking me now? Is that it? You failed to kill me in Texas, so you're here to finish the job, hmm?" I hollered at Ryan, backing away from him as he reached over to touch me."Bab-Ophelia, please calm down. I had no idea you stayed in London. I came here for a seminar, I swear. I would never do something as shallow as stalking you," He uttered, to which I scoffed."Mummy, do you know the staingrass?" Jeremy tugged my arm, causing me to tilt my head sideways.I darted a smile at him, rubbed his head, and shook my head in negation, "No, my love. I don't know him,""But you said a bad word to him and you called his name. His name is Lion and you said it just now. Are you lying, mummy?" Jeremy pushed further which made me sigh in exasperation."I'm serious. I don't know him," I lied through my