PARADOX: Better-Sweet Relationship.
[FYI: unbalanced relationships, age gap, a slight dark family background and #*⚠️strongly mature content like explicit to some extent.#*.] #fastpace #obessive #bettersweet dynamic. [Monday to Friday upload: @10:00am to 6:00pm EST] add to your collections, recommend, and support me. I’m currently a participant in viral book call in urban romance. ——————————————————— Twenty-four years ago, Midiana was swapped at birth and now lives under the Thorne family's roof as their fourth daughter. Constantly bullied and mistreated, she falls short of the Thorne family's expectations of a perfect daughter. Naive and unsuspecting, Midiana becomes entangled with Christopher Langford, the youngest Duke in line for his father’s title, A man who took the place of his older twin, Evelyn Langford. However, things take a dark turn when she discovers that Christopher isn’t just a Duke’s son in line for succession—he's also secretly involved in dealings with her father, Walker Thorne. This revelation sheds light on why she was married off to Christopher. But is that so? Or perhaps is there something more than just her father’s connection with Christopher ? And what Midiana’s real relationship with her family? Twenty-four years later, Midiana has successfully divorced Christopher and escaped his grasp. Now, she stands as the owner of the Thorne family's multiple businesses and is the proud mother of two adorable twins, Bryan and Brinson, who bear an uncanny resemblance to Christopher Langford in every way. Despite everything he put her through, Christopher is now relentlessly pursuing her. Will she give in to him? what’s exactly did he do to her? how is Midiana now the owner of Thorne businesses? And who exactly is Midiana real family? And will Christopher take his heir away from her? And will she even let that happen? Excerpt: “I actually plan on killing you once I finally find you.” Christopher’s cold, sinister voice cuts through the darkness of the office, his pistol aimed directly at her. “But I didn't expect you to surprise me with two sons.” Christopher smirks, his ethereal face illuminated by the moonlight and city glow, which only enhances his already striking appearance. "Mister Christopher, or rather, Duke Christopher Langford." Midiana’s voice cuts through the tension, sharp and unyielding. "May I remind you that I'm a married woman now, and those two heir are his," she says, maintaining an icy demeanor, her smirk masking the fear she feels as she stares at the man before her, his dangerous pistol aimed at her heart. "Well then, tell me, Midiana," Christopher whispers, his voice soft but menacing as he leans in closer. "Will you change your mind if I place his head on your desk?" Midiana’s eyes widen at his chilling statement, and the proximity of his presence stirs something deep within her—an old flame she thought had long been extinguished. "This man... he hasn’t changed in the slightest," she thinks, hating the thought of him reentering her life after all he’s done. but what unsettles her most is the undeniable stir of old feelings bubbling up inside her. Note: ———————————————- What exactly did he do to her? Well Let go back to past. shall we? Where their story begins to better understand this two individuals and unanswered questions around them. Enjoy your ride while also leaving comments and support. thanks.
Chapter 32:
Midiana sat curled up on the couch, her legs pulled to her chest, wearing a soft white long-sleeved shirt that draped over her form.
She held a book in her hands, but her mind wandered, barely absorbing the words on the page.
The morning had slowly faded into the afternoon, and the emptiness of the room began to gnaw at her.
The glass table in front of her reflected the faint light coming in through the windows, casting soft shadows over the stack of papers strewn across it.
She sighed, her stomach tightening with hunger, but even more so with the anxious anticipation of Christopher's return.
Her thoughts drifted. I'm bored. When is he coming back? Her eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, and then back to the book, though she couldn't focus. It was no use.
The quiet unsettled her, and with each minute that passed, her attachment to Christopher grew more complicated.
Meanwhile, Christopher was at the airport, seeing off Isabella's parents. He walked with his usual composed demeanor, escorting them to the entrance.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the terminal as Cassius Roverford, Isabella's stepfather, turned to him with a firm handshake.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, young man," Cassius said, his deep voice filled with approval.
His eyes gleamed with admiration for Christopher's poise, noting his effortless grace, intelligence, and the air of control that surrounded him.
Christopher's faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he shook Cassius's hand with measured politeness.
"Likewise, Mr. Roverford," he responded his voice calm and collected, his gaze flickering briefly toward Isabella, who was still wrapped in an embrace with her mother.
"Alright now, dear. Take care," Isabella's mother, Jane, said softly as she let go of her daughter, giving her a final squeeze before stepping back.
Isabella waved as her parents disappeared into the bustling airport, her smile fading slightly.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let them fall, leaning onto Christopher's shoulder as though the weight of her emotions were too much to bear.
"I'll surely miss them," she whispered weakly, her voice quivering with an almost theatrical sadness.
Her tears shimmered in the sunlight, but her thoughts were far from innocent.
Isabella glanced up at Christopher, expecting comfort, but instead met his cold, indifferent gaze.
There was no warmth in his eyes, just a calm detachment that made her chest tighten.
Still, she leaned in closer, wrapping her arms around him as if seeking solace. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, hidden from view as she pressed her face against him.
"I can't let you slip away, Christopher," she thought, her grip tightening slightly around his waist.
She wasn't about to lose her grasp on him, not after all this time. Not with Midiana in the picture.
Her thoughts raced, calculating how to keep him close, her tears now nothing more than tools in her carefully crafted plan.
Christopher stood still, his expression cold and distant, feeling nothing as Isabella clung to him.
The physical attraction he once held for her had evaporated, completely overshadowed by the hold Midiana now had over him.
His mind drifted until the sudden buzz of his phone snapped him back. Glancing down, he saw a message from Lynch, one he had been waiting for. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he read the reply.
"Head back," he commanded coolly, not bothering to look down at Isabella as she clung to him.
His voice was sharp, and dismissive, a clear shift from whatever warmth or attention he once showed her.
Isabella, taken aback by the abrupt change in his tone, quickly masked her shock with a soft, obedient smile. Her grip loosened on him, though her heart sank.
"Sure," she murmured, her voice steady but hollow, as she looked up at him, trying to read his expression.
Christopher, his thoughts now far away from her, walked off without a backward glance, his steps firm and resolute.
As he moved further away, Isabella was left standing there, watching him with a lingering, empty smile.
She knew something had shifted irreversibly between them, but she wouldn't let that show. Not now.
Her eyes flickered briefly, catching sight of a figure hidden in the crowd, watching from a distance.
The faint smile on her lips grew more sinister as she gave the person a knowing glance.
"I hope you won't disappoint," she thought, her mind already working on her next move.
She stepped into the sleek black car Christopher had left for her, the luxury of its cold comfort against the icy rage beginning to churn inside her.
Her smile faded, replaced by a sharp, calculating gaze. Her thoughts now turned to Midiana—that girl—who had somehow wormed her way into Christopher's affections.
The idea of Christopher slipping out of her grasp, of being replaced by someone else, lit a fire of jealousy within her.
"I allowed her to leave," she thought, gripping the steering wheel tighter as the car pulled away from the curb. "So whatever happens next is on her."
The faint smile returned to her lips, but this time, it carried a chilling edge.
She wasn't about to lose her Christopher to anyone, least of all Midiana.
As Isabella arrived back at the mansion, her steps quickened, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her chest tightened with the weight of suspicion—she had to confirm her fears. Midiana was still in Christopher's private villa.
The thought made her stomach churn, and she hastily made her way toward the villa with determined, hurried strides.
Just as she rounded the corner, she froze. There, standing in the hallway with an air of effortless grace, was Evelyn.
"Oh dear... what a lovely surprise," Evelyn cooed, her words dripping with practiced elegance, a serene smile resting on her lips.
There was always something disarming about her presence, but today it unsettled Isabella in ways she couldn't shake.
"Walking so hastily, seems like you're in a rush towards someone."
Evelyn's voice, smooth and delicate, felt like needles in Isabella's ears, sending an uneasy drop in her stomach.
Isabella's heart skipped as she realized she was cornered—there was no way to lie or avoid Evelyn's gaze, especially knowing the deep ties she held with Christopher.