My mouth's gone dry, and I'm trying to swallow down the shock… “Andrei… That's that is not what I meant.”Andrei looks away, and I catch a glimpse of what might be sadness or disappointment. Or maybe it's something else entirely — I'm like, damn it, Brielle.You hit a nerve or something and everything goes… sideways.“You would have been the first person I've opened up to in such a way since Anna was taken from me.”Andrei says, and there's something in his voice that's just so raw and real. It's like he's laying himself bare for me, and I'm not sure how to handle that. Don't wanna push him too hard, but I feel like we're connecting on a deeper level, and I don't wanna break that. I'm also trying not to trip over the fact that Andrei low-key admitted he wanted to get it on with me. No need to obsess over it, Bri. Just let it slide right on by. “Edna told me about Anna. You really loved her, didn't you?” I say, locking eyes with him. He nods. “Anna. She was my everything, my reason
Andrei's voice buzzed in my ear, rambling on about the business dealings, all sorts of stuff that was way too much to handle at once. Suddenly, I notice that the truck has disappeared. I realize that it is important for Andrei to know about the truck. It is the same one that was present at the scene of his accident.I gathered my belongings, ready to call it a day when it hit me: Where the heck are my keys?Confusion momentarily set in, until I recalled that Paul had picked up my car earlier.I hurried out of the office. My eyes landed on Paul, standing by the entrance with a cordial smile. He greeted me with a courteous nod and placed the keys in my hand.As I slipped into the driver's seat, the vibrant hues of yellow and black seemed to wink at me, like I was a superstar fresh off the catwalk, rather than a frazzled executive racing against time. Instantly a memory nudged its way into my consciousness, and I cursed under my breath. I had completely forgotten about my promise to
“Eva’s bad news, Brielle. She killed a patient, and now Sanjay’s the fall guy. It’s like she’s holding the truth hostage, making it look like he’s guilty when he ain’t. It’s a stitch-up…"***I stab at the button for Andrei's floor. The elevator whirrs and the doors slide open. My feet hit the hallway, and before I can even think, I hear Eva’s voice floating from inside the bedroom_“You’re not thinking straight, Andrei. You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment. You can’t trust Brielle, not with your company. What if she’s working for someone else? What if she’s a mole, here to take you down? You’re not dealing with just some naïve girl."“I want a close eye kept on Liam,”“Then I could have handled that. You should have entrusted me with your company, as you did your health. My Sabbatical is a chance to prove my devotion. I could have been your partner in business and in life. I still love you. Andrei. I still have feelings for you.”“”Feelings? Eva, I thought we left all t
The following day, a new doctor, fresh-faced and eager, arrived from afar, ready to take on Andrei's care. Eva's just hanging around, trying to act all legit still wearing that doctor’s coat, like that means thing. My phone buzzed, and I step out to answer it, leaving Andrei in the hands of his new doctor, who’s all focused on checking up on him. “Just checking in—have you already made it into the office?” Ivy's asks over the phone. I glanced down at my watch, a calculating look passing over my face. “I'll be on my way in the next forty minutes, give or take a few.” “Did you get the chance to chat with Andrei about what's going on with Sanjay and Eva?” “I haven't had the chance to discuss the situation with Andrei yet. Merely speaking with him won't suffice, Ivy… we need some cold, hard proof. Andrei’s still blindsided by his trust for Eva, which makes things a bit trickier.” “Honestly, Sanjay’s been good to us in the past. We can't just let him get thrown under the bus
“Brielle, you should not go by yourself.” Andrei responds when I tell him about the mysterious call I just received.After a few seconds, his text flashes on my screen: “Do not go until I arrive. On my way.”"Andrei, I got this," I text back. “I'll let you know when I reach the Café...”Keys in hand, I head straight out of the office. ***I had made it to Coffee shop. Its warm, earth-toned brick and large windows framed by an elegant wooden sign proclaiming “The Coffee Club House” in curved, elegant letters. The clear blue expanse above me was dotted with a few cotton-candy clouds.As my eyes traveled beneath the shade of the café's canvas canopy, My heart nearly stopped. Jamie.There she was, standing just a few feet away. It felt like the universe was playing some kind of sick joke, placing the last person I'd expect to be involved in all of this right in front of me.Her cold, calculating stare shifted rapidly between me and the Audi Parked behind me, like she was deciding whic
After the ordeal with Jamie, I finally made it back to the house, my mind reeling as I tried to make sense of the warnings she had given me. I had to tell Andrei. I had promised to tell him everything, even though he sounded a little upset over the phone at my stubbornness earlier in the day. “It's either I'm put in charge of Carter Industries, or I walk.” Liam's voice rang out. Stunned by his outburst, I stood frozen in place, unable to move as he continued, "I've poured my heart and soul into this company for years, and I'll be damned if I let some outsider come in and reap the benefits of all my hard work." “Fine” Andrei retorted, "That’s the door. Walk away. Walk out of my life, and don’t you dare come back.” “But Carter Industries needs me. Without me, you're nothing but a two-bit huckster with a pretty face and a silver spoon up your ass. I make you look good, just like that whore you keep on your arm." “Keep deluding yourself. You think you're indispensable, but t
Baffled, I blurted out my confusion, "Why did Edna leave so suddenly?” “She thinks it’s high time we start having babies,” Andrei answered with a teasing lilt to his voice.And in that moment, he was offering me his hand, as if expecting me to take it. I was half tempted to slap it away.“Isn't that something we both want to have on our to-do list?” He smiles at me and I take his hand.It feels warm and inviting, and before I know it, I'm nestled comfortably on his lap. I forced my gaze away from Andrei's body and turned to look at him. He was gazing at me with a smile so bright. I felt my cheeks flush pink and my hands dropped to my lap, fiddling nervously with my fingers.“Last couple of days have been off the hook,” I reflected, glancing towards him. The events of yesterday alone were more than enough for a single day: It has been a wild ride to say the least.”“Yes, it's been quite an eventful few days,” Andrei murmured, his hands gently settling on my waist as I sat sideways on
Carter industries' launching new technology and revamping their e-commerce platform. Andrei's planned a commemoration and his celebratory mood is the last thing I want to mess up, but what I saw last night was seriously weird. I'm freaked out by the idea that Eva might want to harm me. The memory of her standing at my doorway still unsettles me. It's giving me major chills just thinking about it. “What's wrong, Brielle?” Andrei rolls into my bedroom, his face etched with concern. “Not sure what to wear?” My gaze flickers to the wardrobe, filled with a luxurious array of high-end clothing. I inwardly curse myself, realizing that I hadn't even thought about what to wear for the event. “This will be our first official public appearance as a couple. You need to get ready.” Andrei moves to the wardrobe, a determined look on his face. “Come on, seriously we need to find something for you," he urges, already sifting through the bountiful selection of outfits. I watch him with a m
Brielle's POV Edna pads softly over to Andrei, her hands extended in a soothing gesture, ready to relieve him of Alexis's sleepy weight. With the little boy snug in her arms, she glides up the stairs, softly whispering promises of bedtime stories and cozy blankets. It's a nightly ritual, but one that never gets old. Andrei’s head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine. The jolt that shoots through me is unexpected, like an electric current passing between us. But his gaze holds no warmth, no recognition. His lips part, the beginnings of a smile starting to play at the corners of his mouth. But then, his expression falters, as if he’s wrestling with something within himself. He glances at the clock, then back at me. “A little late for bed, isn't it?” “I was waiting,” I whisper, the words a promise, a vow. “Waiting for you, forever if I had to.” He frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You're not even changed yet. You should get to bed.” I glance at him, the irony of the situa
Brielle's POV Why so bright? I squint, shielding my eyes from the golden glare spilling through the curtains. It's not just the light that catches my attention – I feel Andrei's strong arms wrapped snugly around me, holding me close. I turn to face him, and oh man, he's so peaceful. His mouth’s slightly open, and he’s making these adorable little snuffly noises. His dark eyelashes fan out against his cheeks, and his hair is mussed. A tiny crease furrows his brow, as if he's concentrating on something even in his sleep.I've got a goofy grin plastered on my face, and I just can't seem to shake it. But then, I hear him mutter the name 'Odessa' in his sleep.Suddenly my grin doesn't feel goofy anymore... I watch, transfixed, as Andrei's face contorts in distress. His eyebrows furrow, his lips curl downward, and his eyes twitch beneath his eyelids. I gently nudge him. His eyes flutter open.He's awake, but he's not really here. His eyes are distant, like he's staring into a void. The
Brielle's POV Trapped between a rock and a hard place, with “rock” being Andrei’s iron jaw and “hard place” being Jeremy’s furrowed brow, I’m contemplating if there’s an ejector seat in this room that I can launch myself through. “Andrei's still in the picture? I thought you'd moved on, Brielle." Jeremy asks. “She’s here because I brought her here,” Andrei answers. “And whatever we have going on is none of your business. Brielle. Here. Now." He doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s something about the way he says it that makes me feel like I have no choice but to comply. “That ring doesn't belong on you. Take it off." “You’re serious?” I ask, my voice barely whisper. Andrei’s expression is as serious as a funeral march. “Dead serious.” His words are clipped, razor sharp. “Take it off, Brielle.” His hand is outstretched, waiting. I hesitate for a moment before sliding the ring off my finger and placing it in his palm. Andrei grabs the ring and forces it onto Jeremy's h
Andrei's POV Paul's 'I tried my best' crap doesn't cut it. Best? Best isn't good enough. He should've done whatever it took to keep Ivy from leaving the country.I don’t bother hiding the annoyance in my voice as I bark orders at him. “You’re going to New York. You’re going to keep an eye on Ivy. Make sure she stays out of trouble." For now, it's time to shut down this operation. I won't risk Brielle's life. The danger I've already put her in makes me sick. My focus is solely on the monitors as I watch her every move. I'm holding my breath, waiting to see what happens next. But in a split second, everything goes dark. The screens flicker and die, and the equipment falls silent. No way. No freaking way. What just happened? I'm out of there in a flash, grabbing my coat and making a beeline for the door. It's when I see Odessa. She's just standing in the hallway, looking all calm and collected. She looks like she's waiting for someone, but her eyes lock onto mine, and I know she's
Ivy's POV “I'm telling you, I'm not some kind of international cat-napper,” I insist, my voice tight with frustration. “I'm just trying to get to New York.” “I'm afraid that's not my call to make, ma'am,” he replies, the coldness in his voice making the hairs on my arms stand on end. “You'll need to come with me to the security office for further questioning.” Further questioning? This is getting out of hand. Just shy of hysteria, I’m stopped dead in my tracks by a smooth, authoritative voice: “No more delays. She’s with me." My head whips around, my eyes wild with confusion and desperation, only to meet the steely gaze of a man who commands the air around him with nothing more than a well-tailored suit and the tone of his voice, “She's under my protection. That's all you need to know." The security officer looks dubious, the skepticism palpable in his furrowed brow. “Sir, I'm going to need a little more information than that.” But the man's expression doesn't so much as flick
Ivy's POVOh, man, where to start? The airport is like the land of stressed out zombies, everyone just aimlessly shuffling along, trying not to look like they want to rip someone's head off. The fluorescent lights are burning my retinas, and the noise is just…ugh. It's like being inside a blender filled with car horns and crying babies.I've been waiting forever, it feels like an eternity since I arrived at the gate. I've been checking and double-checking my carry-on luggage, making sure it's perfect — like it's about to go on stage for a Broadway show or something. I glance down at my phone, which is blowing up with notifications. There are work emails, of course — a never-ending stream of messages. I silence them, one by one, trying to tune out the stress and anxiety that comes with them.Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations.Finally, I make my way to Instagram, where
Andrei's POV. Striding through the marble-lined corridors of my headquarters, I navigate my way toward the Control Room, a high-tech nerve center situated on the upper floor of the Carter Estate. I'm on the phone with Helen, trying to talk some sense into her. She's being stubborn, as usual, and I'm having to work overtime to keep my cool. “No, you can't come over to the estate. Not yet,” I tell Helen firmly, trying to stall her. "Just… just give me a little more time We're on the precipice of something crucial here. I need more time to ensure everything is in place before your arrival. I'm handling things, just as I've always done. “Think of your son, Andrei. He needs you right now.” It's a painful truth I often overlook: being a father. My son needs me, but life's demands have taken over. The thought of not being there for him fills me with regret, anger, and a deep sadness that's suffocating me. “Alexis stays out of this, Helen,” I assert. “The situation is far too volatile
Brielle's POV. “Sweet mother of chaos, Ivy. You’re like a moth drawn to the flame, begging to get scorched. And I’m here, trying to wave you away like a lunatic waving a fan at a forest fire.” What the hell do I have to do? Sing a lullaby about how dangerous Valtor is? This is ridiculous. I shouldn't have to babysit Ivy like this. But I can’t just let her walk into this mess with Valtor. She’s gonna get herself killed. I'm stuck pacing my room, trying to make sense of Ivy's latest crisis. But then, I glance out the window- Andrei's car is parked in the driveway. Without thinking, I'm hurtling downstairs, my feet pounding out a staccato rhythm on the steps. The wooden banister glides beneath my hand as I round the landing. Fingers crossed Mom's snoring peacefully, completely clueless about Andrei's midnight rendezvous. And Jeremy? Let's just say I'm counting on his exceptional talent for being clueless. Or we’re pretty much screwed, aren’t we? One slip-up, one misstep, and it’s
Brielle's POV Andrei's taillights fade into the night, leaving me wondering what just happened. I take a deep breath, pushing open the front door to find Mom on the phone, gushing to Ivy about my homecoming. The music is playing, the champagne is flowing, and I'm stuck here, pretending to be happy about my engagement. Andrei's 'support' only adds to the farce. Jeremy's eyes burn with an inner fire as he asks for my hand. But instead of romance, I'm hit with a wave of dread. Those gray eyes are freakishly familiar — they're reminding me of the psycho who held me captive. For a second, I could swear it's my captor's eyes staring back at me. *** The party's over, and I'm left alone with my thoughts. Ivy's arrival is a welcome distraction, but my mind remains fixated on the ring and the unsettling sense of déjà vu that's been plaguing me since Jeremy proposed. “The prodigal daughter returns! I was starting to think you'd forgotten about everyone else, what with your busy s