Courtney Norman stopped her car in front of the small brownstone and unbuckled her seatbelt. She turned back to glance at her son. She smiled when she saw that he was fast asleep in his car seat with a cookie in his hand. She leaned over and brushed the crumbs off his face and his sweater. After looking at the brownstone for a few more minutes, she sighed, got out, and rounded the car to get her son. "Drew." She shook him gently. "Come on, baby, wake up." When he didn't respond, she unbuckled the seat belt and carried him out, wincing a little as his weight settled heavily on her. Courtney opened the small gate and walked up the short steps to the front door. She adjusted Drew's weight on her shoulder and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The person who answered the door was a slender redhead with the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen and a full, contagious smile that made her eyes sparkle. She was fully dressed in a beige silk blouse, white linen pants, and
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Amaliah grappled with shock, disbelief, and anger as she stared, nonplussed, at the woman before her. The stress weighed on her, making her wonder if she had misunderstood Courtney. It must be a joke, she hoped, unable to summon the courage to ask. Sheila intervened, demanding, "What the hell are you talking about? My best friend is Rafael's legal wife, his one and only wife." "You're not wrong," Courtney conceded. "But I'm also his wife. I have proof if you want to see." Amaliah's voice sounded strange to her ears as she uttered, "When could he have... how could he..." Her voice trailed off, perplexed by the news of Rafael's betrayal. Despite not knowing Courtney Norman, she could tell from the woman's expression that it wasn't a prank; Courtney seemed too sophisticated for such antics. Amaliah realized there were countless things she didn't know about her husband until his passing, including inquiries about his childhood he had ignored. On their wedding day, his side of the fa
Caesar stepped out of the elevator as its doors swished open, breathing in the air and feeling better than he had five minutes ago. He had taken the elevator to the rooftop to escape from everything, and now, he really didn't want to go back.Inhaling deeply, he slowly exhaled while loosening his tie. He'd been bombarded with calls from Anastasia's mother, pleading for him to take her daughter back, and making ridiculous promises about Stassie changing her attitude. Today, she went a step further by paying him a visit, leaving him very uncomfortable with her tears and pleas.It had been the same old story, and he'd had no choice but to flat out tell her that he wasn't ever getting back with her daughter because he no longer had any feelings for her. Just like her daughter, she transformed into a totally different person, lashing out at him and calling him names, but he politely let her rant until she was done, and then she stormed out of his office."Women," he muttered, shaking his h
Amaliah's brows furrowed as she caught Sheila staring intently at her, head cocked to the side. "What?" She asked. "I've been trying to ignore your eyes boring holes in the side of my face, but I can't do it anymore. What is it?" "You tell me," Sheila replied with a smile. "I have nothing to say," Amaliah shrugged. "Are you sure?" Sheila arched a skeptical brow. "Forgive me for bringing this up, but it's been a week since Courtney Norman showed up to ruin what I thought was Rafael's perfect image, and you look like you couldn't care less that he'd cheated on you," She stated. Amaliah sighed. It wasn't that she didn't care that Rafael had been unfaithful to her; she just wasn't ready to face it yet. Maybe next year or five years from now. "Liah?" Sheila probed. "I do care that he cheated on me. I just... I'm not ready to put a name to whatever it is I'm feeling." Amaliah replied. "Out of sight, out of mind." "Are you sure?" Sheila looked concerned. "It's okay to talk about it, y
Driving up with speed and rounding the water fountain, Caesar narrowly missed hitting the red car parked haphazardly in the driveway. Swerving at the right moment and applying the brakes, he stared at the car in shock, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself, wondering who was stupid enough to park their car that way.Parked in the spot was an Audi R8, and there was only one person he knew who couldn't care less about how things were done, only about her own feelings: Anastasia Knight. She gracefully alighted from the driver's seat, waved at him, and shut the door. Caesar unfastened his seatbelt, opened his door, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut before stalking over to her, eyes blazing with barely controlled fury."I must not have made myself clear before, Anastasia," He growled. "I told you never to show up here again.""Oh please," She snorted. "I know you're still angry, but it's been almost two weeks, and I've let you be. I want to come back."Caesar s
"Where the hell is she?" Caesar wondered as he stared at the elevator doors for the umpteenth time, clutching a bottle of greek yogurt in his hand. Granted, the last time he spoke to Amaliah had been a coincidence and that had been two weeks ago. They'd not made any arrangements to meet here on the rooftop but he'd been hoping that a miracle would bring her back up here again. He had nothing to share with her, but the idea of simply sitting together, gazing at HavenHill Central's skyline, crossed his mind. He wondered when she might trust him enough to let her guard down. "Maybe never," A voice chimed in his head. "Rafael's lies could be deeply ingrained in her mind about you. Forget it." "You," An unamused female voice interrupted him from behind. Caesar turned, surprised and relieved to see Amaliah. She was here! He masked his excitement and cleared his throat. "Hi," He greeted. "This isn't a coincidence," She stated, suspicion narrowing her eyes. Amaliah was adorned in a m
Two weeks laterHe missed her and it felt as though a part of him had been severed, causing him pain. The irony lay in the fact that they weren't even friends; he had regarded her as such, but she had merely tolerated him to avoid appearing distant. No longer visiting the rooftop, he strived to conceal his emotions from Bryan, believing he had succeeded. However, Bryan barged into his office with a determined expression on his face.He realized that his illusion of control had shattered, as Bryan, the perceptive genius, had sensed his distress. Had he inadvertently revealed himself during the morning meeting with the department heads? His preoccupation had caused him to miss his own name being called until Bryan intervened with a tap. Yes, undoubtedly, it stemmed from the events of that morning."That's enough," Bryan declared, his patience worn thin. "I've given you ample time to brood. I refuse to leave until you spill the beans. It's not like you're going through a midlife crisis
Caesar pulled into an empty spot in the hospital's underground parking lot and switched off the ignition. Reaching into the back seat, he grabbed a small bag and retrieved a baseball cap from inside. He knew Amaliah would likely laugh at his attempt to disguise himself, but this was for her safety as much as his.As a well-known figure, he despised being in the spotlight, and a visit to the hospital would spark headlines within the hour. If anyone spotted him and Amaliah leaving together, the situation would escalate even further.Sliding the cap onto his head and adjusting a nose mask over his face, Caesar stepped out of the car, shut the door, and locked it before heading toward the sliding doors that led to the elevator. He pressed the call button, and once the elevator arrived, he stepped inside and selected the fifth floor, where Amaliah had texted she would be.A smile tugged at his lips as he thought about her message asking if he was sure about coming to her appointment. He ha
Willowridge Manor stood as a testament to timeless elegance, nestled amidst the rolling hills of Fairfield’s idyllic countryside. Spanning two acres of lush, meticulously maintained land, the estate exuded a quiet grandeur that was impossible to ignore.A long cobblestone driveway, lined with ancient willow trees, led to the stately manor. The house itself was a masterpiece of colonial architecture, its whitewashed facade accented with ivy creeping up its stone columns. Large bay windows reflected the golden rays of the sun, while a pair of wrought-iron lanterns flanked the grand oak door, offering a warm, inviting glow at night.The gardens surrounding the manor were a botanical paradise. Vibrant roses in every hue imaginable spilled over trellises, their fragrance carried on the gentle breeze. Lavender bushes bordered the winding stone pathways, which meandered through clusters of hydrangeas and peonies. In the center of the garden stood a marble fountain, its cascading water a so
"Why have you been ignoring my calls, Caesar?" Anastasia demanded, frustration evident in her tone. "You never used to do that.""Past tense. I do it now," Caesar shot back coldly. His voice was sharp, laced with finality. "And before you ask why—it's because you mean nothing to me anymore.""That's not true!" she retorted, her voice rising. "I'm your fiancée." Lifting her hand, she showed him the ring glinting on her finger. "Remember this? You put it on my finger on national television. The whole world knows we're engaged."Caesar raked his fingers through his hair, his jaw tightening as he struggled to hold back the anger bubbling inside him. His gaze flicked to Sarah, who sat at her desk, feigning disinterest as she worked on her computer. Taking Anastasia into his office to continue this conversation was an option, but he knew better. She’d likely attempt to manipulate him again."Sarah," he said, his voice strained but controlled, "can you give us some privacy? If you have work
Amaliah set her iced tea down, her gaze fixed on Caesar. “Was it because of you that Ms. Rodriguez called Mark to her office?” she asked.“No,” Caesar replied firmly. “She heard the rumors and assured me she’d handle it herself. I had nothing to do with it.”Amaliah tilted her head thoughtfully. “He seemed very upset when he came back. I wonder what she said to him.” she mused.“Whatever it was, it should stop him from spreading more lies about you,” Caesar said with a reassuring tone. “But honestly, out of a thousand employees in the company, why did he choose to target you?”Amaliah shrugged, muttering under her breath, “He thinks I’m a snob. He doesn’t like that I won’t answer his million questions about my personal life.” “He should spend less time gossiping and more time focusing on his work,” Caesar said sharply, only to pause as his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He ignored it at first, unwilling to let anything interrupt the moment with Amaliah. But when the buzzing pe
Amaliah stood at the lectern, double-checking her slides on her laptop one last time before starting her presentation. Nerves churned inside her, but she trusted herself enough not to let them get the best of her. Caesar had even reassured her, confident she'd do well, and she was determined not to let him down.Her heart pounded as the double doors to the conference room opened, and the board members filed in with expressions that gave nothing away. These were the same people who had watched her stumble through her previous presentation’s opening minutes, and she could almost feel their silent doubts, wondering if today would be a repeat—and if Caesar might consider giving her presentation to someone else.But she had other plans. That wasn’t going to happen; she was set on making sure everyone left this room impressed. Caesar and Francine entered last, and as the doors closed behind them, she watched them take their seats before she took a steadying breath and dimmed the lights with
As they tidied up the apartment after the party, Sheila glanced at Amaliah with a knowing smile. "So, am I allowed to assume you've finally decided to give Caesar Masterson a chance to woo you?" she asked.Caesar had left just five minutes earlier after Sheila playfully pushed him out the door. It was late, and he’d mentioned having a breakfast meeting with his father's friends the next morning. Though he’d wanted to stay and help clean up, Sheila insisted he go, even threatening to ban him from any future birthday parties if he didn’t. He finally relented, giving each of them a hug. Before he left, he reminded Amaliah of her promise to let him accompany her to her next hospital appointment.Amaliah chuckled, glancing over her shoulder. "Woo me? What are you talking about?"Sheila huffed. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I watched you two all night. You were practically glued to each other, talking and laughing. I think I saw you laugh more tonight than you have all year
As the car pulled up to the curb across the road, Caesar gazed up at the apartment building and sighed. The building had aged gracefully, showing signs of wear but still retaining the charm of being one of the oldest structures in New Ashford—a city roughly an hour's drive from HavenHill Central."Pick me up in a few hours, Ashton," Caesar instructed the chauffeur, grabbing his bags from the floor and opening the door. "I'll give you a call.""Alright, sir. Enjoy your visit," Ashton replied with a nod.Caesar returned the nod with a smile, stepped out, and closed the door. As Ashton drove off, Caesar ran a hand through his hair, exhaled deeply, and crossed the street. He caught his reflection in the building's glass doors, hoping he hadn’t overdone it for the party. Black jeans, a black shirt, and a brown bomber jacket paired with black shoes gave him a relaxed yet polished look. His only accessory was his father’s Rolex, adding a subtle touch of sophistication.He pushed open the do
Caesar applied the brakes, bringing the car to a stop in front of Amaliah's house before turning off the ignition. He stepped out when she did, quickly moving to open the back door to retrieve her bag and laptop before she had a chance. Shutting the door, he walked around the car to meet her."Thanks for the ride," she said, accepting the bags from him."I'm sorry again…for everything," he replied."It's okay." She gave him a warm smile, waved, and headed up the steps to the front door."Take care of yourself," he called after her as she unlocked the door."You too," she replied. "Drive carefully.""I'm always careful," he grinned.With that, Amaliah stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind her. She set her things on the hallway table, then cautiously walked to the window. Pulling the curtains back just a little, she watched as Caesar climbed back into his car, started it up, and drove away.Sighing, she collected her bags from the table, made her way to the living room, a
Caesar felt like a complete failure as he watched Amaliah sleep. It was his fault she was lying there, and the weight of guilt pressed heavily on him. He doubted he could ever forgive himself for hurting her so deeply. He had to admit, she had been right all along. He had convinced himself that he could handle her rejection, but the reality had hit him far harder than he expected. Even Anastasia's indifference, the way she treated him like he wasn’t worth her time, hadn’t stung as much as this. He reminded himself that Amaliah still belonged to someone else—her late husband. Despite the man being gone, her love for him lingered, and Caesar knew he could never force her to feel the same way about him. She was carrying her husband’s babies, a constant reminder that Caesar had no place in her heart or her future. He paced the room, his eyes never leaving her face as he anxiously waited for the doctor. The pain etched on her face when he’d first brought her in had disappeared, replaced