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A CHANGE TOO HUGE TO BE IGNORED… DRAKE “All I wanted was to carry a child, our child…” Isabella's voice echoed in my mind as my eyes were glued to her physique in front of me. The morning sun shone across the marble floors, but the warmth died before it reached the breakfast table. I sat at the head, adjusting my cufflinks, feeling the suffocating weight of the silence. Across from me, Isabella sat with her back perfectly straight. Her expression was indescribable—no anger, no tears, just a chilling, blank indifference. There was something else too… something I couldn’t quite figure out. She looked… thinner. Paler. I wondered if she was still using her pills. Then there was Emily, she was already making herself at home, draped in a robe that cost more than most people’s cars, her presence a loud stain on the quiet of our home. Emily snapped her fingers at a passing maid, the sound sharp and startling. “This tea is lukewarm,” Emily snapped, pushing the fine china away with a

IT’S TIME. Isabella “...the Sinclair family has been pushing for the legitimacy of the Blackwood heir.” I flung my phone across the room, the device skittering against the wood. I pulled my legs tight against my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible. Those last two words dug a hole into my heart. My dream was finally coming true, but it had twisted into a terrible nightmare. My mind drifted, to the image of a toddler running through these halls—a child I would never be allowed to call my own. A tear rolled down my cheek, the sting of neglect burning deeper than any physical wound. A knock on the door jolted me back to the present. I instinctively wiped the liquid from my face. “Come in,” I managed, straightening my posture and clearing my throat. The door creaked open. “You called for me, ma’am,” a low, firm voice said. A small smile touched my lips. “I’ll be down in a minute.” The door shut, and the silence consumed me again. I stood up and walked to the mirro

A TWIST IN TIME ISABEL "Isa..." Before Drake could say anything, I raised my hand to shut him up. Seven years. My heart ached with the weight of those years. Seven years of longing, of disappointment, of silent vows broken in the dark. And now, the doctor had said he made another woman pregnant. “You already had your heir. You just didn’t want mine.” My voice broke slightly, a sob threatening to come forth. The humiliation clung to me like a wet rag. I couldn't stand any further embarrassment in the hospital. I had to hear it from his own mouth first but certainly not here. "You'd better meet me at home today, Drake..." I gave him a warning glare. "Yes..." He responded, his voice hoarse, his expression unreadable. I turned on my heel and stepped out into the air. I didn't say a word to the driver as I entered the car, and the vehicle soon drove into the Blackwood mansion. My vision blurred as I stepped out of the car. The mansion gates seemed to sway before my eyes. I rea

A FRAGILE HOPE Isabella “You have six to eight months left to live.” The doctor's words crashed into me like a death sentence. Six months. Maybe eight at most and that is if I am lucky. The hospital clock ticked louder, making every borrowed breath heavier than the last. Every passing second felt like sand slipping through an hourglass. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of swallowing forced pills, empty arms, silent tears, and prayers that never seemed to reach heaven. And now, after finally becoming pregnant... I would die because of it. For a moment, I couldn't hear anything except the violent pounding of my heart. I felt the blood drain from my face, "What do you mean?" The doctor lowered his gaze. "Mrs. Blackwood, further examinations revealed a severe heart and lung condition. Pregnancy has accelerated the progression. Continuing the pregnancy puts your life at significant risk." Drawing a full breath suddenly felt impossible, as if invisible hands were squeezin