Brielle's POV It takes a moment for me to work up the nerve, but eventually, I find the words. “How did the miracle happen?” “It wasn't a miracle. I worked for it… I put in the time, the effort, the pain, I pushed my body beyond what it thought it could do, and I walked again…" My eyes wander, drawn to the source of my confusion and doubt. They land on Andrei's legs, and I think to myself, 'How the hell did he manage to do all that PT without me knowing,' “Don't gawk like that. It's distracting.” Andrei snaps. He keeps his eyes trained on the road, the muscles in his jaw clenched as if he's biting back a harsher response. I get the message loud and clear, and I quickly shift my gaze away. I take a deep breath, the air in the car suddenly feeling stifling as I struggle to find the right words. “It's… um, it's really amazing, Mr. Carter… It's hard to believe that you were confined to a wheelchair just a few months ago, and now… now you're walking.” “Thought I clarified it, M
Brielle's POV It's Andrei's turn to laugh, and he's just daring me to come at him. “I cheated on you? Really? You don't believe a thing I say, do you? What's the real issue here, Brielle?” “You hurt my feelings, Andrei Carter. By impregnating your ex-girlfriend, you've shown that you don't respect me or our union, so let's put an end to this." "Thick as a brick, stubborn as a mule... those traits really suit you, Ms. Monroe. I've tried to get through to you, to explain myself, but you're as deaf as a stone to reason. You'd rather cling to your misconceptions than actually try to understand." “Understand what, exactly?” I retort, my voice rising with frustration. “You're telling me that I'm supposed to believe you didn't sleep with your ex when she's claiming you did? Am I supposed to accept that this baby just appeared out of thin air? Like some divine intervention or something_" “I never slept with Eva,” Andrei grits out, his jaw tightening with each word, "Not once, not ev
Brielle's POV Good lord, I think I may have gotten myself into a mess with Andrei Carter. Gone is the sweet, injured guy in the wheelchair, and in his place is a man who's making my heart race and my knees shake. He's got charm and strength that's making me second-guess myself. I'm starting to think that I bit off more than I can chew with this him. I catch his gaze and my heart skips a beat. The intensity of his stare sending a thrill through me. His hair is tousled up, a stark contrast to the polished CEO look he usually sports. He's not playing around, that much is clear. “Andrei, I have got to hand it to you” I say, trying to keep my cool even though my heart's racing a mile a minute. “You've done a complete 180 in the past day, and, I'm totally lost trying to figure out who you even are anymore. It's like you're a whole different person.” “Brielle, This is nothing but a bit of risqué conversation between two consenting adults.” He smiles, his fingers gesturing leisurely
Brielle's POV “I'm making good on that deal of hours. You said let's wait until Mr. Carter can stand again, and here I am, standing on my own two feet. And you, my dear, are losing yours.” He tuts, shaking his head as his hands rest on his waist. He's all, “Aw, too bad for you,” with that pitying look in his eye. “Andrei, That was nothing but a playful joke, and I certainly did not anticipate that you would take my words so literally. I had no intention of being 'eaten alive,' as you so colorfully put it.” “I promise, Ms. Monroe. My intentions are purely pleasurable.” Pleasurable? I freeze, my mind racing as I try to decipher his meaning. What the hell does he mean by 'eating me'? I think to myself. 'Is he talking about, like, performing_' I briskly shake the thought off. “Out with it, Andrei,” I snap, “No more playing games. Talk straight already.” “No pretenses, Ms. Monroe – I'm a diagnosed psychopath. I… I have a complete obsession with sinking my teeth into the fle
“What have I done?” I ask, my mind racing to recall any wrongdoing on my part. But nothing comes to mind, and I find myself at a loss to explain his reaction. “You gave Jeremy half of the newly acquired shares in our latest deal? What the hell possessed you to do that?” “Andrei, I'm at a loss for words. I have no idea how this could have happened, and I am just as shocked as you are, hearing this.” Andrei restless. He seems mad. Really mad. I try to reason with him, “I swear I don't have a clue how that happened.” “I Can't make sense of this, either. I mean, I entrusted you with this responsibility, and now you're telling me you don't know how this happened? You've been managing this project for a while now.” “You think I'd lie to you? No way.” “But it certainly it defies all logic and reason that you could be so oblivious to something like this happening under your watch. I mean, Jesus Christ, Brielle. Get your shit together.” Andrei's not buying a word of what I'm sayin
I bite down on my lips, thinking of the right words to come up with Mom's glaring at me, demanding answers, and I'm coming up with nothing. “Brielle, I never thought I'd have to say this, but I am beyond disappointed in you.” The words cut deep. “Why you would keep us in the dark like this? We were planning a surprise for you and Dad, Brielle. A family trip, just something to bring the whole family together. But now, I can't even comprehend what you're telling me.” I swallow hard, trying to gather my thoughts. “It just sort of happened. One minute I was living my life, the next I'm married. I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. I don't know how to explain it any better than that.” “How could you go ahead and marry someone like that? Money? Is that what it is? Did you marry some rich guy for his money?” “No, no. Not that.” I shake my head,“ There was a contract saying I had to be someone's wife, and I couldn't go back on it. I never meant to keep this from you, I ju
“Bait? What exactly do you mean by that, Brielle? You're not seriously considering putting me in harm's way just to catch a criminal, are you?” “Liam stole from our company while I was responsible for overseeing everything,” “Oh, hell no. There's got to be a smarter way to handle this, one that doesn't involve me being the scapegoat. Why not involve the cops? Let's come up with a plan that doesn't put my neck on the chopping block. I got my own stuff to deal with, like the fact that Liam ghosted me without explanation.” “It happened while I was supposed to be keeping an eye on things. Andrei made it clear that I had to make sure Liam didn't mess up, but somehow he managed to pull a fast one on me.” Ivy's curiosity is piqued, and she sets down her drink to listen. I explain to her that Liam and Andrei don't get along, and that's why he took the shares. I don't want to go into too much detail. Liam has said some pretty nasty things about me and Andrei in the past. He talke
His eyes meet mine, and it's like he's snapped out of a trance, and I'm doing everything possible to not look at Eva, who's has her arms wrapped around him. My heart's pounding. Hard. Andrei tries to call out my name, but before he can even finish the first syllable, I'm turning on my heel and heading back towards elevator. I'm trying to keep it together, but inside I'm a mess of emotions, and it's taking everything in me not to just break down. The elevator doors start to slide shut, and I see Andrei bolting towards me, but it's too late. The doors shut with a satisfying ding and I let out a long breath. Desperate to put some distance between me and the hot mess that is Andrei and Eva, my hands are shaking as I turn the key in the lock, sealing myself safely in my room. I plopped my ass down on the bed, take my shoes off, undo a couple of buttons on my shirt. My toes curl and my palms dig into the mattress, holding me up as I brace myself for the inevitable. His words are
Andrei's POV. I'm heading towards my car at a rapid pace, my mind consumed by thoughts of what could be happening. But when I try to call Paul, I'm met with an annoying busy signal. I hear Helen's frantic voice behind me, but I don't have time to reassure her. I rip open the driver's door and dive into the seat. My key jams into the ignition, and I crank the engine to life. Taking a moment to collect myself, I turn to Helen… “Keep Alexis indoors, lock every door, every window. Don't open them for anyone. Not a neighbor, not a delivery guy, not even a cop. No one. You're the only one I trust to keep him safe. I'll be back as soon as I can." Helen's subtle nod is enough. I floor it, racing away from the Carter estate. It's Jeremy. I'm certain of it. He's the only one twisted enough to pull a stunt like this. I slam the pedal to the floor, racing towards Brielle's apartment with a gut full of rage. What's his twisted motive for snatching her because I know it's him – the sick
Andrei's POV “I need you to wrap things up, Paul. Adjourn the meeting until tomorrow evening. I'm slammed right now. Get out of the office and go pick up Brielle — it's almost 7 pm,” I tell him over the phone, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. This guy can be a bit of a space cadet sometimes. I swear, I told him to leave the office early and pick Brielle up on time. What's going through that head of his? He's still rambling on, saying something about how he thought I was going to pick up Brielle myself. But honestly, I don't have time for this conversation. I'm not in the mood to argue, and even on a normal day, I wouldn't hesitate to debate him until I proved my point. I suck in a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill my lungs. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers is nice and all, but I'm not exactly here to stop and smell the roses. My mind's preoccupied with one person: Brielle. The woman who's been on my mind 24/7, and who I'm about to put
Brielle's POV I take a deep breath, my heart still racing, but he looks more concerned than angry. He calmly rolls up his sleeves, slip off his shoes and pads silently over to the window. He pushes it open, and a rush of cool air sweeps in, carrying the scent of the night with it. I breathe deeply, feeling the freshness fill my lungs, and suddenly, I'm alive again. Returning, he takes my hand gently, his fingers locking into place with a tender yet thrilling pressure. My heart begins to flutter, and a wave of excitement washes over me as he escorts me to the bathroom. He towers over me, his eyes locked on mine, and carefully begins to unbutton my T-shirt. He slips the shirt off my body, his fingers grazing my skin, and tosses it aside, Warmth spread through my core, settling in the sensitive area between my legs. My heartbeat quickens, and my veins thrum with anticipation, He selects a plush towel from the heated rail, dips it in warm water, and gently wrings it out. The sof
Brielle's POV Just as I'm about to toss back another shot, he swoops in and snatches the glass right out of my hand. I'm caught off guard, and my eyes widen in surprise. I'm left standing there, feeling a little silly and a lot relieved… “I believe we've concluded our meeting. Now, how about I make sure you get home safely?” I wave my hand dramatically, nearly losing my balance. “Oh no, no, no! The meeting's just getting to the good part.” I declare, my words slurring slightly. I point a wobbly finger at him. He's still gazing at me with an infuriatingly calm expression. Meanwhile, I'm over here, dying from embarrassment and struggling to stay upright as the room spins like a crazy top., I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a map to find my dignity tomorrow morning… I push myself up from the bar stool, but my legs have other plans. I stumble, and my face heats up with embarrassment. Note to self: being bold and fearless is way easier in theory. Right now, my main priority is no
Brielle's POV. Aurum - where the rich and powerful come to eat like kings and queens while pretending to discuss business. I've heard the food is divine, the service impeccable, and the ambiance… well, let's just say it's the perfect place to make a statement. Or, in my case, to lure out a certain elusive CEO. The exterior is sleek and modern, all glass and steel, while the interior is warm and inviting, with rich wood accents and crisp white linens. My heart's racing, and I'm obsessively checking the clock. II've been flirting with a staff employee to get a rise out of my boss don't judge me, it was a desperate plan and now the moment of truth is finally here. Will my mystery boss step out of the shadows and reveal his face? And, more importantly, will he be the ridiculously handsome and infuriating Andrei Carter? I'm 99.9% sure it's him… Only Andrei could throw me under the bus like that, and I just can't fathom why he's been hiding. I'm bursting to see him, to fi
Brielle's POV I'm deep in thought, pondering the mystery that is Jeremy, when the speakers starts blaring and scares the daylights out of me, “Aren't you going to get down to work? Or are you just going to continue perfecting the art of doing nothing.” Okay, Mr. Carter, I think it's time to level up from 'Mysterious Voice' to 'Actual Human Being'. With renewed interest, I sit up straight. “Sir, I'd appreciate the opportunity to meet you face-to-face. Is that something we could arrange?” “A meeting in person is… not possible, Brielle. At least, not at this time. Let's just say that my… situation requires a certain level of discretion. But I assure you, our working relationship will continue to be… productive." “Of course, I can respect your desire for anonymity. But, if you don't mind me asking, what's the harm in a simple introduction? I'm curious to see if the rest of you lives up to the charm of your voice.” “Really?” he says, his tone as neutral, but with a hint of mischi
Brielle's POV Ivy rubs her fingers on her temple, “I swear, Brielle, you're going to give me gray hairs. What were you thinking, not telling me about… Not telling me about everything?!” I shoot her a frantic glance, willing her to keep quiet. But it's too late. Mom's already descending the staircase, a curious expression on her face. “What's going on? You two look like you're sharing a state secret,” Seriously, Mom? Now? “It's really nothing. Ivy and I were just talking about, you know, stuff.” I wave my hands dismissively, hoping Mom will drop it, but she's not buying it." “Stuff?” she echoes, arching an eyebrow skeptically, “Well, 'stuff' seems to have gotten you two pretty worked up. Care to share what's got you so whisper-happy? Wait a minute, Brielle,” Mom eyes narrow as she notices my outfit. “Aren't those the clothes you wore to work today? What have you two been up to that you haven't even had time to change?” I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a way to explain wi
Brielle's POV It's another Monday, and time seems to have gone into overdrive. It's as if someone hit the fast-forward button on my life, and I'm racing through days at breakneck speed. I step out of the car, my eyes adjusting to the bright morning light, when suddenly, I'm met with a sight so surreal that I rub my eyes, convinced I'm still dreaming. There, emblazoned across the glass walls of CCI, is a vivid, technicolor rendition of the portrait of me. It's me, frozen in time, my features heightened by the vivid pigments splashed across the canvas. My jaw drops in shock as I stare, mesmerized, at the larger-than-life image of myself. Stunned, I take a few hesitant steps towards the building, my heart thudding against my chest. It's like déjà vu all over again, except this time, the portrait is staring back at me with an intensity that makes me want to shrink back into the shadows. Once inside the lobby of the office building I find myself scrutinizing the faces of those
Brielle's POV The doorbell's shrill ring cuts through the silence of the house, and Mom pops her head out of the kitchen. “Brielle, can you get the door please?” I'm right in the middle of crushing this project. My fingers grip the mouse like it's a lifeline, but I know I'm beat. Mom's expectant gaze is practically burning a hole through the wall. With a dramatic sigh, I push my chair back, and trudge towards the door. Whoever is on the other side better be worth it. The doorbell rings again, and I'm already halfway to the door. “Brielle!” “Got it, Mom!” I holler back, trying to save her the trouble of wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron. She's been cooking up a storm in the kitchen all morning, and I've been busy with work. I swing open the door, and my eyes land on a gentle-looking man standing on our porch. He's dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, and his warm smile puts me at ease. But what really catches my attention is the bouquet of sunflowers in hi