My Mortal Enemy Regrets It!

A year ago, after vanishing for three years, I returned to my home country with my son, Paul. Once a high-society princess, I suddenly found myself as a bankrupt and destitute woman.

The night before my parents took their lives, they gave me some money and kept everything from me. Their only piece of advice was to never show weakness towards Alexander, even though he was Paul’s biological father.

After managing my parents’ funeral, I still couldn’t fully understand their warning until Alexander showed up uninvited.

At the funeral, he wore an unusually flashy suit, completely out of character for him. He sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, tapping a hard object rhythmically with his fingers, showing his dwindling patience.

When I mentioned Paul, his tapping stopped. Clearly irritated, he looked at me with a smirk. “If you hadn’t had a child with that loser, the Louis Group wouldn’t have gone under, your parents wouldn’t have died, and I would’ve married you.”

His words squashed any intention I had of revealing Paul’s real father. So, did Alexander have a hand in my parents’ deaths?

“Mr. Watson, everything has consequences. People have to face the fallout of their actions,” I responded.

I dismissed him, hoping we wouldn’t cross paths again before I managed to rebuild my life. Alexander left quietly, his dark eyes hiding emotions I couldn’t quite read.

The next time we met, he was in the spotlight as Summerville’s richest man, backing his new star, Bella, on the set. Bella’s claim to fame was her resemblance to me.

I’d been acting since childhood, moving from web dramas to the big screen. Bella, labeled by the media as my “successor,” hadn’t become a sensation, but her resemblance to me earned her a supporting role in the show I was working on.

Before starting, everyone signed confidentiality agreements to keep the show a secret. Bella, however, breached the agreement, leaking scenes and twisting my image in videos, spreading stories that I was past my prime and that Bella had outshined me.

But I was only twenty-six, just three years older than Bella. Besides, this show wasn’t about beauty; my role had nothing to do with being glamorous.

Alexander showed up just as I was warning Bella with the director about her breach of the agreement. Bella, however, had gone live, crying that the director and I were trying to kick her out of the show.

“Mollie, you’re not that impressive,” Alexander said, visiting as an investor but staying out of production matters. He looked me over with a shake of his head and turned to Bella, speaking softly to the director, “Bella is the better actress.”

With just a few words, he had me removed from the show.

“Mollie, tell me who that loser is, and I’ll let you go,” he cornered me privately, gripping my wrist. His eyes held a rare softness as he whispered, “Forget that loser and discard the child you had with him. I won’t hold your mistakes against you, okay?”

I laughed bitterly at his audacity. What gave him the right to make such demands?

My family and his had been enemies for generations, and countless barriers separated us. If not for a moment of weakness on my part, we would never have been involved.

I wrenched his hand away and sneered, “That ‘loser’ is dead, and I’ll never forget him. Not until I’ve avenged my parents.”

“Fine, Mollie. Let’s see how long you and that child last!” His brief softness vanished, replaced by cold menace. He pinched my chin and threatened me with fierce eyes.

Overnight, my reputation shifted from a serious actress to a “washed-up star.” No matter how hard I worked or how many awards I won, the media always focused on my scandalous headlines.

All of this was Alexander’s doing.

Now, he finally figured out who the “loser” was—himself. After Paul’s identity was revealed, I had no fear. I gathered Paul in my arms, pushed through the crowd, and headed home.

Using his connections, Alexander bought the house I was renting, had the property management open the door, and chased me down.

“Moll, how could Paul be my son?” He knelt in front of me and Paul, desperation clear in his voice.