WORK DRAMA.~LAUREN’S POV~ I hated being late. Rosette was going to have my head for this. Just three days before the big break, I was already imagining the lecture waiting for me at work. I couldn’t wait to finish this project and head home for Christmas. Although I knew my family would be disappointed I’d be coming home alone, it was for the best. The sharp ding of the bell over the café counter pulled me out of my thoughts. “Miss, your cappuccino is ready,” the barista called with a bright smile. “Thank God,” I murmured under my breath, weaving through the small crowd to the counter. “One cream-filled cappuccino,” she said as she handed it over, her cheerful demeanor catching me off guard. I smiled back, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.” This café had stepped up its game. Last time I was here, the staff couldn’t care less about customer service. It felt like I’d had to beg just to get a simple latte. But these new hires? They might make me a regular again. Balanc
THE BETRAYAL~LAUREN~My chest constricted as Patrick's words struck me like a physical blow. I remained motionless, attempting to grasp the severity of what he was saying, but my mind struggled to keep up. The tears I was trying to hold back would not fall, even though every part of me urged me to release them. "You're not the right fit for me, Lauren. I need someone who can help me improve." My voice barely escaped my lips. "Fifteen days before Christmas?" He shrugged, the icy indifference in his gaze piercing deeper than any insult could. "I can't wait any longer."This had to be a nightmare. I stared at him in disbelief, my thoughts swirling like a tornado. How could he do this? After everything—after three years of shared memories, plans for the future, promises of forever. We had already talked about getting married after the holidays. I had been picturing it, imagining how beautiful it would be. And now, this. My heart splintered into a thousand jagged pieces. He cou
TWO-TIMINGA tempest of emotions swirled within me. What the hell was Patrick doing here? And why was Rosette calling him “babe”? Was this some sort of cruel joke? “Patrick, what are you doing here?” I demanded, struggling to mask the hurt and curiosity in my voice. Rosette shot him a look, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flicking between us like a ticking clock. The strange glances from Lilac, Fatimah, and our other coworkers only intensified the gnawing anxiety in my gut. “Handle this,” Rosette said tersely, her tone sharp as glass. Patrick stepped toward me, his grip tightening around my arm as he yanked me away from the group. Pain shot through me, but I fought to free myself from his grasp. “Let go of me, you lying cheat!” I shouted, my palm striking his cheek with a crack that silenced the room. Gasps rippled through the air, every pair of eyes locked on us in stunned disbelief. “Are you done?” Patrick snapped, his jaw tight, the warmth I once loved in hi
THE NEW BOYFRIEND~LAUREN~I slipped into my sleek black dress—the one I’d worn to my best friend’s wedding. As I straightened my hair and stepped into matching silver heels, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My glasses framed my face, and though I’d never thought of myself as glamorous, tonight I felt just a little confident. Dressing up wasn’t the problem; it was the judgment that came with it. And tonight, with everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I could stomach it. Grabbing my silver purse, I took a deep breath and left my room. The resort's hallway stretched before me, leading toward the sound of chatter in the garden. Each step felt heavier, a reminder of the betrayal I was trying so hard to ignore. Rosette and Patrick’s faces flashed in my mind, and I silently prayed I wouldn’t run into them tonight. The garden was filled with elegantly dressed guests, their polished appearances marking them as anything but ordinary. My coworkers—Lilac, Fatimah, and Malcolm
ALEXANDRO LEX CASTELLO ~LAUREN’S POV~Rosette and Patrick turned their attention to me, their gazes sharp with surprise. I couldn’t blame them—it wasn’t every day you pointed to a man who looked like that and claimed he was yours. Now that I’d taken a proper look at him, he was clearly out of my league. “You mean him?” Rosette asked, her brows raised as if she hadn’t heard me correctly. “Yes, Rose. That’s him. My boyfriend,” I said, forcing the words out as casually as I could manage. Patrick narrowed his eyes suspiciously. I could feel his disbelief piercing through me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of questioning me, even if I was inwardly screaming at myself for the lie. I had just told my ex and his fiancée that a complete stranger—a man I’d never spoken to in my life—was my boyfriend. What was I thinking?I prayed silently that they wouldn’t ask me to talk to him. Patrick knew me too well—he knew I was terrible at lying. If the
PLAY ALONG.~ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The call came late last night, dragging me into yet another meaningless gala. Mario's words had been clear: my presence was non-negotiable. A luxurious resort. A room full of ambitious elites. A night of clinking glasses and false laughter. It was the last place I wanted to be, but the stakes were too high to ignore. The merger hinged on this event, and if enduring a parade of shallow pleasantries was the price to pay, so be it. I'd built my empire on sacrifices far greater than this. But the resignation didn't stop the irritation from simmering. That was until I saw her. The woman from the garden. She'd caught my eye earlier, strolling amidst the manicured grass like she didn't belong. Her hazel eyes had been a storm of exhaustion and defiance, a look that lingered in my mind long after she disappeared. And now, here she was again, standing awkwardly in this sea of pretense. Her dress—pale lavender and poorly fitted—betrayed her. It slumpe
Chapter 6THE FIRST CONVERSATION. ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~ I had to admit it—Lauren intrigued me. It wasn't just her hasty decision to rope me into her messy situation at the gala, though that had certainly grabbed my attention. No, it was the vulnerability she tried so desperately to hide beneath her sharp words and stubborn act. She had no idea what she was doing, and yet she refused to back down. That kind of stubbornness was rare. Foolish, but rare. That was exactly why I found myself walking toward her, coffee cup in hand, as she lounged on a private corner of the resort's sun deck. She hadn't noticed me yet, too absorbed in her phone. The faint frown on her face suggested she was either plotting her next move or regretting the one she'd already made. "Still strategizing, or just basking in your latest success?" I asked, breaking the silence. Her head snapped up, her wide brown eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, she looked genuinely startled. "I wasn't—" She stoppe
Chapter 7MEDIA FRENZY~ALEXANDRO’S POV~The shrill buzz of my phone dragged me from a rare moment of peace. I glanced at the screen: “Mario.” Of course. I set down my glass of whiskey and answered. "Yes?" "You're trending," Mario said, his tone far too amused for my liking. I frowned. "Trending?" "Don't play dumb, Alexandro," he chided. "The internet's practically on fire. 'Trillionaire Playboy Spotted with Mystery Woman.' Does that ring a bell?" I sighed, already regretting my decision to indulge Lauren's lie. "What's the angle?" "Multiple," Mario replied. "Some are speculating she's your secret girlfriend. Others think it's a PR stunt to distract from the merger." He chuckled. "A few even believe she's a runaway heiress." "A runaway heiress?" I repeated, pinching the bridge of my nose. "That's creative." "You know how tabloids are," Mario said. "They'll spin anything into a story. But you might want to keep an eye on this one. The more mysterious she seems, the more
WORK DRAMA.~LAUREN’S POV~ I hated being late. Rosette was going to have my head for this. Just three days before the big break, I was already imagining the lecture waiting for me at work. I couldn’t wait to finish this project and head home for Christmas. Although I knew my family would be disappointed I’d be coming home alone, it was for the best. The sharp ding of the bell over the café counter pulled me out of my thoughts. “Miss, your cappuccino is ready,” the barista called with a bright smile. “Thank God,” I murmured under my breath, weaving through the small crowd to the counter. “One cream-filled cappuccino,” she said as she handed it over, her cheerful demeanor catching me off guard. I smiled back, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.” This café had stepped up its game. Last time I was here, the staff couldn’t care less about customer service. It felt like I’d had to beg just to get a simple latte. But these new hires? They might make me a regular again. Balanc
A PAWN AND NOTHING.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I stared at the text Lauren had sent me two nights ago, the words replaying in my head like an insult. She wanted out. She wanted to end things before they’d even truly begun. My jaw clenched as I tightened my grip on the phone. She thought she could walk away from me, just like that. How naive. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Lauren might have forgotten, but I hadn’t. She was mine. And my claim on her wasn’t something she could ignore or erase with a few words in a message. Nobody ends things with me. Nobody. I am Alexandro Lex Castello. I call the shots, not her. The audacity she had to think she could sever ties without my permission burned in my chest, igniting a slow, simmering rage. Did she think I’d let her go that easily? That she could step away from this arrangement without consequences? She was going to pay for this disrespect. And I’d make sure Lauren understood—no, remembered—exactly who owned her and why she could
HE IS DANGEROUS.~LAUREN’S POV~The question hit me like a punch to the stomach. I flinched and looked down, unable to meet her gaze. “I don’t know,” I murmured. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just stuck because I don’t know how to stop loving someone who doesn’t love me back.”Sophia moved to sit on the edge of her seat. “Lauren, that’s not something you should beat yourself up over. You don’t just wake up one day and stop caring about someone who was such a huge part of your life. That’s not how it works.”“I know that,” I snapped, frustration bubbling up. “But it’s been weeks, Sophia. How am I still here? Why can’t I just move on like he has?”She tilted her head, studying me for a moment before answering. “You think Patrick’s moved on just because he’s pretending to? Lauren, that’s not how it works for him either. People like him just hide it better, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel anything for you.”I let out a bitter laugh, wiping my eyes. “I don’t believe that for a second. If he
THE UNINVITED GUEST.~LAUREN’S POV~Padding my way to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. I poured a helpful glass took a long sip, and allowed the warmth to seep through me.Standing there in the dim light, I finally started to relax. But the peace didn't last.A sharp knock at the door made me freeze.I peek at the clock on the wall. It was well past ten. Who would be visiting me this late?Setting my glass down, I hesitated for a moment before heading towards the door. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat.Patrick.“What the hell?” I whispered to myself, my hand gripping the doorknob.For a moment, I considered not opening it. Pretending I wasn't home. Letting him stand out there until he got tired and left.But then he knocked again, louder this time, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.“Lauren, I know you’re in there,” his voice called through the door, calm but insistent. “I'm not leaving until you let me in.” My pulse quick
A CLEAN START. ~LAUREN’S POV~The cab pulled up in front of my apartment building. A genuine smile spread across my face as I stepped out, paid the fare and offloaded my luggage. “Home sweet home,” I whispered, a wave of relief washing over me. Dragging my suitcase behind me, I made my way toward the lobby. Isaac, the apartment’s friendly security guard, greeted me with his signature warm smile as I stepped inside. “I thought you’d be gone for a while,” Isaac said, holding a steaming cup of coffee. “Well, not with all this luggage, Isaac. Trust me, I missed my bed too much,” I replied with a grin. Isaac was easily my favorite person in the building—funny, kind, and always hardworking. Don’t get me wrong, the other tenants weren’t bad, but I didn’t socialize much with them. Some of them thought I was stuck-up, a sentiment Maddison from the third floor was only too happy to fuel during her little gatherings. “So, how was it?” Isaac asked, leaning casually on the counter.
CASTELLO LEGACY.~ALEXANDRO’S POV.~The ball I tossed across the room bounced back to me, and I caught it with ease. My mind, however, was far from whatever Mario was ranting about on the other end of the line. “Lex, are you even listening?” Mario asked, his tone laced with suspicion. “Yeah, yeah. Go on,” I replied distractedly, my attention still on the ball as I continued tossing it in rhythm. The merger had been a success. Despite the opposition, I, Alexandro "Lex" Castello, always got what I wanted. It wasn’t about negotiations; it was about leverage. They could either accept my offer or lose it all. No middle ground. “You’re ‘not’ listening,” Mario said, exhaling audibly into the phone. A grin tugged at the corners of my lips. Even without seeing him, I could picture the frustration etched on his face. Mario and I had been through everything together. He was my best friend, my brother in all but blood. Whenever I got too deep into something, he was always the one to pu
A LONG RIDE.~LAUREN’S POV~I stood in the resort lobby, gripping my luggage tightly. Finally, this nightmare of a vacation was over. I was going home. Home to my cozy bed and, most importantly, away from people. No offense, but this trip had been far from enjoyable. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t been forced to watch my ex and his fiancée flaunting their so-called love every chance they got. And Alexandro... well, he almost had me fooled. For a second, I thought love might be possible again, but clearly, I was wrong. My heart had been broken too many times to believe in such things anymore. “Too bad we’re leaving,” Lilac sighed, her eyes lingering on one of the resort staff. The guy grinned sheepishly at her, clearly charmed. We all knew why he was smiling, and it wasn’t because he was just doing his job. “Christmas is coming,” one of my coworkers added. “Time to spend with friends and family.” Christmas. The holiday I was supposed to spend with someone specia
A PUZZLE OF FEELINGS.~LAUREN’S POV~ The days at the resort passed in a blur, each one feeling more exhausting than the last. Alexandro made it his mission to drag me to every event and occasion requiring his presence, while all I wanted was to stay indoors and avoid everyone—especially him. After my last encounter with Rosette, her venomous words still stayed in my mind. I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she might be right about some things. I was beginning to have expectations about this fake relationship, and I hated myself for it. The idea of Alexandro using me just to pass the time filled me with anger I couldn’t quite understand. And now, here I sat at yet another social gathering, glaring at the women surrounding Alexandro. “Get a grip, Lauren,” I muttered to myself, gripping the stem of my champagne glass tightly. “Remember, this isn’t real.” But no matter how much I told myself that, it felt like a lie. If I truly believed it, why couldn’t I look away from
UNEXPECTED WARM.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~ Lauren pulled away from me the moment we boarded the boat. She didn’t say a word, just wrapped her arms around herself and found a seat near the edge. Her gaze fixed on the dark waters, avoiding me entirely. She was angry. “You’re angry,” I said, keeping my voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “Well, congratulations for noticing that,” she shot back, her tone sharp, her eyes still refusing to meet mine. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Her frustration amused me more than I cared to admit. She reminded me of a child whose candy had been taken away—adorable, despite her clear annoyance. Before I could say more, my phone buzzed in my pocket, dragging my attention away. I pulled it out and glanced at the name flashing on the screen. Antonio. This late? It had better be important. I walked to the other side of the boat, away from the others, and answered. “This better be important for you to call me at this hour.” My tone was cal