"Ahem." Bryan cleared his throat. Caesar still had his eyes fixed on Amaliah's face even when she'd casually snatched her hand from his when it looked like he had been holding it too long. Mark looked like he would burst as he shifted from foot to foot, half with the excitement of meeting the boss one on one on his first day at work and half with the realization that there seemed to be some kind of history between his colleague and the boss. "You know each other?" Mark asked, his eyes darting from Caesar back to Amaliah in quick succession. He didn't want to miss any expression that might give something away. "No, we don't. We met once some years back, for the briefest of moments through a mutual acquaintance." Amaliah cut in just as Caesar opened his mouth to talk. Bryan sensed something there. Mark's face fell in disappointment, although he brightened up a moment later. His colleague had still known the boss — the great Caesar Masterson — outside work. It was something. "What
Amaliah didn't encounter Caesar for the rest of the week and she was happy. She was even happier because Mark was a lot more subdued. He brought her bottles of water from his lunch break because she never went out for lunch. He didn't bring up unnecessary conversations and he was efficient at work which made her a lot nicer to him. She had held off from asking for another partner and she hoped things would continue like that. When his mouth was shut, he actually seemed like a likable person. Amaliah worked for the whole of the first week and she would do so for the next two weeks. Miranda wanted her to get used to the workings of the company and how they were all interconnected before she started coming in thrice in a week. During the weekend, she received a dreaded call from Ted Williams. She was in the kitchen spreading avocado on toast for herself and the twins while Sheila cooked lunch and filled her in on the happenings at her workplace. It was almost noon on Saturday and she
It was Thursday and Amaliah's second week at Skyline Corp and she decided to step out for a breath of fresh air during lunch break. Mark had looked surprised when she told him she was going out for lunch. He was used to her sitting at her desk all day, only getting up for occasional bathroom breaks and coffee."Relax." She chuckled. "I'm just experimenting." He offered to go with her but she declined. Her usual routine was work, then straight home. She hadn't explored the restaurants near the company. Also, she was craving spicy food and she didn't want Mark asking questions she wasn't ready to answer. So far, only the HR team knew she was pregnant and she wanted to keep it that way until she couldn't anymore.She wasn't showing yet, her stomach was still as flat as when she wasn't pregnant and if she hadn't seen the baby in an ultrasound, she wouldn't have believed she was pregnant. Her Ob/Gyn had told her she needed to move her food intake a notch higher.She nodded at a few peop
Anastasia strutted into the conference room on the fourth floor, ignoring Sarah, who was trying to restrain her. The secretary was mad as a hatter and was glaring at her with obvious contempt. "Hey darling, you need to fire your secretary. She's insolent, arrogant, and has never liked me." She eyed Sarah, who turned on her heel to leave the room, having failed to stop Anastasia from barging into the office. Caesar was in a meeting with Bryan and the other heads of departments when Anastasia walked in. They all looked up at the sound of her voice, and Caesar swore under his breath. She ignored the people seated in front of Caesar and went around the table to drop a kiss on his lips. He scowled at her and stood up. She was dressed in a short red silk dress that showed lots of cleavage and left little to the imagination. She paired it with high heels that made her long legs seem even longer. "Please excuse me." He said to the others, held Anastasia firmly by her arm and pulled her o
Mark waited until the elevator doors slid shut before he started to talk excitedly. “Girl! Did you see the boss and his girlfriend in the throes of passion? She’s so damn sexy, I'm not surprised that he can’t resist taking her on the corridor, right outside the conference room! ” Mark bobbed up and down like a monkey. Amaliah merely smiled and said nothing. She was famished and had forgotten the lunch box that Sheila had packed for her. If it weren’t for that singular reason, she wouldn’t be going out for lunch with Mark, and she wouldn’t have seen that embarrassing scene between Caesar and his girlfriend. No doubt, Anastasia Knight was a goddess. She looked even better in person and her skin looked flawless. Amaliah had never encountered her in person, but she supposed it was going to be a normal thing to come across celebrities while she worked at Skyline Corp. “Come on! This is juicy news. Those product ladies will be so interested. I must give them the details during lunch. Th
Caesar sat in the living room and watched himself on TV as he shook the hands of well-wishers and smiled at everyone that came forward to congratulate him. He stared intently at Anastasia's beautiful face on the TV, raised a wineglass to his lips and drank deeply. He hoped he had not just made the biggest mistake of his life. Bryan and his two other best friends —Jacob (Jake) Kingsley, Everett (Evie) Rosenberg — had disappointed looks on their faces, but they congratulated him and smiled at him all the same. He wasn't sure why he did it. He still didn't know what had prompted him to get down on one knee to propose to Anastasia with the ring she had picked out herself. He could see the scene in his mind's eye even as it was being replayed on the entertainment news on TV. Apart from the pressure from his mother and hers, he and Anastasia had gotten along exceptionally well for the past two weeks since they got back together. She spent most of her time with him, and they had not had a
“Amaliah,” Sarah Lang smiled from the doorway of Amaliah’’s office. “The boss needs you." “Oh. Ms. Rodriguez just left here a short while ago. Thank you, I’ll be with her shortly.” Amaliah smiled back at Sarah and turned back to her computer. It was almost time to go home. “Not Ms. Rodriguez, silly. The boss-boss, Mr. Masterson,” Mark laughed and looked at Sarah for confirmation with a gleam in his eye. His interest had been piqued. Sarah nodded. “Thanks. Mark, right?” Mark bobbed his head up and down and stood up hurriedly from his seat. He extended his hand to Sarah for a shake. “Mark Robes, ma’am. A pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise, Mark. Please be there in five, Amaliah. He’s in the conference room down this hall.” Sarah said, and turned on her heel and left. “Omg, do you even know who that is?” Mark gushed, moving his chair close to Amaliah’s. Amaliah rolled her eyes. “She’s the boss’s secretary. And I'm not in for any gossip right now. Please, mark.” “Come on, you’ll l
The marketing department's office gossip, almost thirty-year-old Mark Robes, was ruthless in his pursuit of personal details. Amaliah often felt that the CIA had missed out by not signing Mark up for something. He might not have been able to speak Russian, or Iraqi, or even basic English — come to that — but his intelligence-gathering skills were second to none. Amaliah often wondered how he got into Skyline Corp, but she quickly found out from Mark himself that Miranda owed his mother a favour and the only way his mother wanted her to repay was by bringing Mark into Skyline Corp. He couldn’t create a single sales copy without hitting the computer spell check at least four times to see if he’d spelled everything right, but if you wanted to know why the new girl in accounts kept coming in with red eyes every morning, Mark Robes was the only man for the job. Except that Amaliah never wanted to know the gossip. It wasn’t her scene. Being raised by parents who disliked gossip instille
“Dearly beloved,” began Amaliah’s father, the officiant, his voice warm and full of grace. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate one of life’s most cherished moments—the union of two souls in marriage. This is more than a ceremony; it is a promise. A vow of love, trust, and choosing one another—every day, for the rest of their lives.”He turned his gaze to Caesar and Amaliah, a soft smile on his face. “Caesar and Amaliah, your story is one of resilience. Of finding light in darkness. Of healing side by side. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter—not as two, but as one.”With a gentle nod, he said, “Caesar, you may now share your vows.”Caesar turned to Amaliah, taking her hands into his. The garden courtyard seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the moment.“Amaliah… from the moment I met you, I saw light in a world that had long been shadowed. You weren’t mine to love then, but my heart chose you anyway.I watched you give your love even
Five months laterThe garden courtyard behind the church had been transformed into a dream suspended in early spring. Wisteria vines curled lazily around the old stone arches, and fresh blossoms peeked out from the hedges as if drawn to the soft notes of the piano drifting through the air. Above, strings of fairy lights hung like stars waiting for dusk, and the scent of roses lingered with every breeze.At the entrance to the garden, a welcome table had been set — rustic wood topped with vintage frames holding photographs of Amaliah and Caesar through the years. A hand-painted sign rested beside them, reading “Welcome to the beginning of forever,” in soft cursive. A nearby chair had been decorated with florals — a quiet tribute to someone dear, watching from heaven.Rows of wooden chairs, draped in ivory fabric and tied with sage ribbons, faced a grand floral arch that stood proudly at the far end of the courtyard. It was built from natural wood and wrapped in cascading arrangements
The night bloomed like a dream—soft music floated in the air, and laughter danced through the garden blending with the soft music in the background. The long table was adorned with Caesar’s favorite dishes: grilled lamb skewers, fragrant saffron rice, creamy sweet corn soufflé, and decadent chocolate mousse waiting for dessert to end the evening. The girls played freely on the lawn, their giggles mixing with the sound of glasses clinking, while the adults relaxed beneath strings of glowing fairy lights.But Caesar’s mind wasn’t on the food, or the lights, or the laughter. His eyes kept drifting to her.“I actually have a surprise too,” he said suddenly, turning to Amaliah.Amaliah turned toward him, curiosity lighting up her features. “You do?”He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yes.”“What is it?” she asked, scanning the garden for a hint.As the music slowed and the stars shimmered brighter overhead, Caesar stood up. The chatter faded. Gently, he took Amaliah’s hand, pr
The courtroom was quiet, too quiet. It wasn’t the silence of peace—it was the silence of something long-awaited. Heavy. Sharp-edged.Rafael Rivers stood at the defendant’s table, clad in a neatly pressed gray suit that hung a little looser than it used to. He’d lost weight. His face, once charming and confident, had hardened into something unrecognizable.Beside him, his attorney murmured something low under his breath, but Rafael didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed straight ahead—on the bench, on Judge Danetta Myles, the woman who held his fate in her hands.She shuffled a few papers, adjusted her glasses, and looked up with that same piercing calm she’d maintained throughout the trial. “This court is now in session.”The murmur in the gallery faded instantly. Cameras weren’t allowed, but that didn’t stop the press from flooding the hallways outside. The name Rafael Rivers had gone from business columns to crime headlines. Today, that name would be sealed in court records—attached to
It was late afternoon when the door to Amaliah’s hospital room creaked open once more. Caesar turned from his chair beside her bed, where he’d been quietly watching her and the twins sleep. Standing in the doorway was his mother, Charlotte Masterson, her eyes already misty before she even stepped inside.“Oh, my stars,” she whispered, placing a gloved hand over her chest. “Are those my grandsons?”Amaliah stirred at the sound of her voice, smiling sleepily. “Hi, Charlotte.”After the heartfelt conversation Caesar had with his mother not long ago, he’d introduced her to Amaliah. Surprisingly, the two women had clicked instantly—a connection that filled Caesar with joy. Since then, Amaliah, Carlotta, and Charlotte had become regulars on long three-way phone calls, their bond growing stronger by the day.Charlotte stepped forward, making no attempt to hide the tears now slipping freely down her cheeks. “You two… you’ve done something extraordinary.”The twins lay nestled in their bassin
Two weeks after the baby shower and just days before Rafael’s second trial, Caesar pulled into the circular driveway of his house and turned off the engine.“We’re here,” he said, glancing at Amaliah with a soft smile.She gave him a curious look. “Okay… but why the secrecy?”“You’ll see. Come on.”He helped her out of the car and led her inside, one hand gently supporting the small of her back. They walked through the quiet halls and up the grand staircase.“Caesar…” she started, but he just shook his head with a teasing grin.“No peeking,” he said, stopping in front of a closed white door. He turned the handle slowly and pushed it open.Amaliah’s breath caught in her throat.The room was bathed in soft, natural light from the large windows. The walls were painted a calming shade of sky blue with tiny golden stars scattered across the ceiling. Two white cribs stood side by side against one wall, each draped with a sheer canopy. Above them, wooden name signs read Noah and Nathaniel.
A few weeks later At Caesar’s gentle insistence, Amaliah began her maternity leave. She’d tied up the final details of her project, sent the report to his office, and quietly stepped away from work — a pause she hadn't realized she needed until now. As always, the temporary driver Caesar had arranged was waiting to take her home, punctual and discreet, a small part of the care he wrapped around her like a second skin.Today felt different — brighter, softer, like something beautiful was waiting just around the corner. Sheila had planned a surprise baby shower for her, carefully stitching joy and love into every detail. What Sheila didn’t know was that Amaliah had already found out… and she was quietly, deeply moved.Her hand rested on the swell of her belly, feeling the gentle rhythm of the two little lives growing inside her. They were her miracles — unexpected, overwhelming, and loved more than words could hold. And Caesar… he had been there through every moment, steady and unwav
Caesar had just climbed out of the pool, water still dripping from his frame, when one of the maids approached to announce his mother's arrival. Surprised—but genuinely delighted—he grabbed a towel, dried off quickly, and darted into the house.Taking the stairs two at a time, he changed clothes in record time and was racing downstairs like an excited child. Barely five minutes had passed when he burst into the living room.His mother was just setting her teacup down on its saucer when he entered. Her face lit up with a warm smile as she rose gracefully to her feet, opening her arms. He didn’t hesitate—he pulled her into a tight embrace."How are you doing, darling?" she asked, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks."I'm good, Mom. This is a pleasant surprise," he replied, settling beside her on the sofa. "But I’m happy to see you.""Well, it’s been a while since you left the hospital," Charlotte said. "We’ve only talked over the phone. I happened to be in the area and thought I’d drop b
Amaliah sat stiffly behind the glass, her fingers curled tightly around the pendant Caesar had given her, clutching it like a talisman. Two weeks had passed since the first trial, and Rafael had been requesting to see her ever since. Both Caesar and Sheila had warned her against it, urging her not to go. But her mother’s voice echoed in her head—“Just see him one last time.”Caesar had postponed an important meeting just to drive her to the correctional facility. He was waiting outside, unwilling to let her face this alone. Knowing he was nearby gave her the strength to remain seated as the door buzzed open and Rafael was led in, handcuffed and flanked by an officer.He sat across from her, the cold metal chair screeching as he pulled it out. For a moment, he simply stared at her before reaching for the phone mounted beside the glass. Amaliah hesitated, then mirrored his action, pressing the receiver to her ear."I'm here. What could you possibly have to say that hasn’t already been