I woke up to the creaking of the wooden floor, the file Sebastian had dropped on the table last night, I didn't even bother to open it. My body ached, not from exhaustion but from Sebastian’s response to my question last night and to be very honest, I regretted asking. "No, not once." The cruelty in his voice had been sharper than a knife, the way be said it with a straight face and walked out, did I really mean nothing to him? I had spent the entire night staring at the dim ceiling, questioning every moment I had shared with him, every memory I once held dear. How could he have never loved me? Not once? I was there for him when Courtney toyed with his heart, gave him a shoulder to lean on and all that was for nothing? The thought only made my chest tighten with a dull, throbbing ache. I looked up and saw there was already a suit and a platter of food on the table. A quick shower washed away the grime of the night, but not the exhaustion weighing me down. I dr
As the meeting concluded, I rose from my seat with a calmness that belied the storm raging inside me. Everyone was silent as they watch me stand, picking up my file. Sebastian, sitting beside me, his knuckles white as he clenched the armrests of his chair. He could not say a word. I could feel the weight of his glare pressing against my back as I strode toward the door. He was furious, and for once, I didn't care. The hallway felt colder than usual as I made my way to what used to be my office. I hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. The sight that greeted me was a painful confirmation of my new reality. Most of my belongings had been packed away in my absence. The bookshelves were nearly bare, my once meticulously arranged desk now stripped of all personality. The air smelled faintly of lavender, a scent that had always brought me comfort but now only served as a reminder of what I had lost. A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed i
The soft leather of the sofa pressed against my back as I sat upright, my eyes scanning the document spread across my lap. My fingers absently traced the edges of the crisp paper, a subconscious attempt to anchor myself to the words on the page. Every clause, every stipulation, demanded my full attention, but my mind churned with unease. After leaving the headquarters this morning, I could not go back to the hell hole of a cottage Sebastian had me sleep in last night, so I came straight to Jane's apartment. That was the only place I could stay for now. I could tell Sebastian was very upset when I left the office, and I expected him to call me to give his usual orders but I was ready for him this time. He did not get to order me around like his servant, but fortunately for him, he didn't call me. And I wondered what could be going on in his mind. Jane's footsteps were barely audible against the carpet, but the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee announced her prese
I lifted the phone to my ear, my fingers tightening around the device as a familiar voice slithered through the speaker. Courtney. Her laughter was light, airy, dripping with condescension, but it was the words that followed that sent a cold chill racing down my spine. "Why are you calling my husband at this hour, Davina?" she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. For a moment, I was stunned into silence. I swallowed back the sharp retort perched on my tongue and steadied my voice before responding. "Is Sebastian there or not? It is him I want to speak with, so hand over the phone to him," I said, keeping my tone as composed as possible. There was no need to show her how much her words rattled me. Courtney laughed again, but this time it was edged with cruelty. "How can you be so shameless and desperate, Davina? Chasing after my husband with calls? Haven't you humiliated yourself enough? Sebastian isn’t willing to talk to you. Fucking move on. There is no way
“Tell me you have signed the contract?” No greeting. No acknowledgment of the fact that I had nearly crashed into him. Just that one question, his eyes boring into mine. My fingers tightened around the folder as I glanced around the hallway. Too many ears. This wasn’t the place for what I had to say. “Can we speak somewhere private?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. Sebastian exhaled slowly, his patience already wearing thin. For a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then, with a tilt of his head, he gestured for me to follow him. I trailed behind him through the corridors. By the time we reached his office, my nerves were wound so tight I could hardly breathe. I didn't know why I always felt this way around him, but there was something about his aura that just made me feel... broken. Aside Jane, Sebastian was the only person I used to spend time with and discuss things that bothered me because my parents didn't give a fuck about me. I do
It had been three days since I signed the partnership deal, three days of trying to convince myself that I was ready to leave this city behind. And yet, as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror on, dressed in a simple navy-blue blouse and a pair of fitted jeans, I could feel the weight of hesitation pressing against my chest. My fingers trembled as I reached for my necklace, fastening it with a quiet click. I chose to go on a Saturday because I knew that Courtney and my ex mother-in-law won't be home. Courtney always visited our parents every Saturday and Sebastian's mother never missed he'd Saturday pilates class. This way, I could avoid the drama and keep my sanity. Today was the day. The day I would finally pack up my things from Sebastian’s house and leave—leave the memories, the pain, and everything that tied me to the Campbells. I took a deep breath and turned, only to see Jane stepping out of her room, she was fully dressed. I frowned, my brows pullin
The room fell into a suffocating silence as all eyes turned to me. Forks hovered mid-air, wine glasses paused at lips, and the gravity of their stares pressed against my soul like a slow-burning fire. Sebastian was the first to break the silence. "Davina?" His voice carried a note of disbelief. His brows knitted together as his gaze darted toward her mother sitting beside him. "What are you doing here?" I swallowed, forcing the lump in my throat down. I don't like reacting like this, but I couldn't help it. I was sweating. Lifting my chin slightly, I met his gaze head-on. "I didn’t realize there was an occasion. I’m just here to pack my things." My voice was steadier than I felt. Dean, one of Sebastian’s longtime friends, leaned back in his chair, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Well, since you're here, you might as well join us. We're celebrating our partnership with Carpel Myles." Before I could even respond, a sharp, synchr
The moment the blade sliced through Courtney’s skin, a sharp gasp tore from my throat. My body froze, my mind struggling to comprehend what I had just witnessed. How can someone be so... uncouth. Blood beaded along the fresh wound, then dripped down her wrist, staining her dress. Courtney’s scream shattered the tense silence. She crumpled to the floor, clutching her wrist, her cries filling the room. Tears coursed down her pale cheeks, her breathing uneven as if she was drowning in her own distress. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart pounding. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. “Courtney—” Before I could get another word out, the door burst open. Sebastian stormed in first, followed by his mother, and my mother. His eyes darted to the trembling woman on the floor, and then—just as quickly—they snapped to me. “What did you do to my wife?” His voice was a low growl, brimming with barely contained fury. "What did you do to m
Davina. “I hope you don't mind me asking you a question,” Rocky said, adjusting her sitting position for the second time today already, or was it the third time?I can't really tell; I haven't been paying attention to the things she did. “Sure, you can,” I answered with a nod of my head. “I know you just got reconciled with him and the chances are low, but are you in any special relationship with him?” She questioned with a voice loud enough for only the both of us to hear it, cocking her head in Alexander's direction. That's weirdly kind of funny. Why was she asking? Is there something between them that I am missing? There is no way I can tell; after all, this is my first time seeing her together with him, and I don't follow up on things that have to do with the entertainment department. I was tempted to tilt my head to look at him, but that would have been so awkward and might be uncomfortable if Alex caught my gaze. It was awkward enough that we were speaking in voices onl
“So, if I do not give you an answer, you will stay there all day?” Davina said with a questioning tone, a little perplexed. “Maybe, do you want to give it a try?” Alexander asked and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms on his chest. He didn’t even need to give a response; the vibe he was emanating and the expression on his face were enough answers on their own. “No, I do not. What about the visitor you have in your office?” Davina questioned stubbornly. Abigail, the sole spectator, just kept moving her gaze from whoever spoke last to whoever was speaking at the moment. “She’s a friend and one that you might know of; just stop being stubborn and come inside,” he said and cocked his head inside his office. Davina let out a sigh; there was no use arguing and going back and forth on whether she was going to enter into the office or not.“The Alex I knew was never stubborn,” Davina muttered under her breath and slowly rose to her feet. “Stubborn?” A rich chuckle escaped h
Davina. “Please, I am looking for the office of Alexander Astor,” I asked a young lady in the lobby who was sitting behind a counter. “Good day, ma'am, do you have an appointment with him?” She asked politely. I do not have an appointment with him, but if I give her a negative response, she would tell me to go back and set an appointment first. I know how this works. Well, if I give her a positive response and she decides to call him to confirm, there is absolutely no way that Alex wouldn't tell her to let me in.“Yes, I do,” I answered without batting an eye. “Ok, use the elevator to move to the tenth floor; it should be easy to locate his office once you get there. Just move to the one straight ahead,” she described, making gestures with her hand.“Thank you,” I made my way to the elevator. There were two elevators I saw when I got there. One of them has the executive tag on it, but the other one has the visitors and other staff members tag on it.I used the latter one.Thank
Davina. The welcome party my parents organized for me was a really grand one that even found its way to the internet. Videos were taken. I appeared in all the videos I found on the internet, but I could bet that most of the people that were watching the video couldn't tell that I was the exact one that was being celebrated.I stayed in bed for a while, and it would have stayed that way, if not for something that I had in mind. Which was to pay Alexander a visit and thank him specially for reconciling me with my parents. I rose from the bed to take my bath, and after I was done, I made my way down the stairs. “Good morning, Miss Statsha, I was just about to come call you from your room,” Charlotte, the maid that had led me in yesterday, said to me at the bottom of the stairs, where we almost collided with each other. “Good morning. Call me?” I asked; a questioning expression made its way to my face. “Yes, Mrs. Charez wanted to have breakfast today with you,” she answered. “Oh, t
Sitting opposite his dad, who was the CEO of a well-known company also, Alexander let out a sigh. The atmosphere of the office was quite intense. Although they don't have as much influence and popularity as the Charez empire, they are still a well-known company and not one to be toyed with.“So, the Charez’s girl is back?” Alexander's dad asked, despite knowing the answer to his question himself. Alexander answered nevertheless, “Yes, she is.” “And I heard you are the one that brought her back to her family after meeting with her randomly in one of your hotels,” the older version of Alexander pointed out.Anyone who saw Alexander and his father outside would see the obvious resemblance shared by the two of them. The only difference was that Alexander's dad had an older look, while Alexander still had his peak appearance. “Yes,” Alexander replied to him. His father, who had been sitting with his back facing him, turned the swivel chair he was seated on around slowly till he was f
Davina.This time I heard the sound of his footsteps approaching me before he even said a thing. Maybe that was because he had no intention of being silent at all, because I am pretty sure that if he had tiptoed towards me, I wouldn't have been able to tell that he was close. Only a little of my attention was directed towards the side he was obviously going to come out from; I had been too focused on the beautiful night sky, the garden, and also the change my life will take now. It is obviously going to be a bigger change. “Don't expect anything much from me, though; I had a hard time trying to get this one,” he said and stretched my glass, which was now filled to me. I couldn't see what he held in his left hand; I could only see the bottle of wine he held in his right hand. “Ok, I am not expecting much; be rest assured, and just show me what you got for me before curiosity becomes the end of me,” I urged with a slightly impatient tone. Maybe not slightly at all, I guess. He s
Davina. Just like Alex had said, my parents really went all out in the welcome-back party they hosted for me. Both faces that felt vaguely familiar and the ones that I couldn't recall ever seeing before in my whole entire life filled the party. I couldn't help but think that some of them that visited only came because they had something else in mind other than to visit me to welcome me back.It was quite obvious; I am not a newcomer in this world, which is quite contradictory to what most of them would think. I know how it rolls in the business world.One of the reasons why people act all kind is because they need something or just want to be on the good side of whoever it is they are acting kind to. I had been on the sidelines and watched people act that way to my stepsister, all because of what they wanted to gain from her, so it wasn't hard to notice it when it was being done to me. The party lasted for a long while; after almost everyone had departed from our house, I moved u
Davina“You will know everything you need to know once you get inside,” Those were the exact words my mum had said to me when I had asked her what was going on.Coming close to the house, I couldn't hear a single thing, but it was quite obvious that there were a lot of people in this place; the cars parked outside were proof enough of that. It wasn't just any type of car that was parked outside. Well, that was to be expected; the friends of the Charez family would definitely have to be people who are so rich also. Rich enough to afford any car they feel like affording without breaking a sweat. Just as I was about to press the doorbell, my mom held my hands. “There is no need for that, just knock,” she said to me and let go of my hands, which was quite a suspicious act. Why shouldn't I use the doorbell? I didn't even give it much of a thought, even though it was quite obvious that something was bound to happen, judging from the way my mum was.“Tell me what's going to happen onc
Davina After successfully dragging me to go shopping for myself along with the card that arrived not long after my dad went out. My mother, Rose Charez, was grinning from ear to ear on our way back. “You know, as much as I would have loved for the shopping to be just between both of us, I had no other choice than to drag the driver with us,” she said, breaking the one-second silence between the both of us. I moved my gaze from her to stare at the driver and returned the gaze to her after a couple of seconds. “What do you mean you had no other choice? Can't you drive?” I questioned and tilted my head slightly to the side with a teasing smile. “It's not that I can't drive,” she replied and relaxed her back. “Then what's wrong?” I questioned, out of curiosity, my brows furrowed, coming closer to each other. She exhaled slowly first and closed her eyes for a while. It felt like she was contemplating whether to tell me or not. “After you went missing, I was so devastated and broke