I sank further into the hot water of the tub, letting the soothing heat work its magic on my sore muscles. The tension from the gruelling training session began to melt away, though my muscles still throbbed faintly. I sighed in relief, feeling a little more like myself, even if the soreness lingered.I really have to buy some groceries, I thought, the thought of relying on Alaric for everything starting to gnaw at me. He’d done more than enough already, and I didn’t want to keep burdening him.After a while, I finally felt well enough to get out of the tub. As I opened the door, there he was—almost about to knock."Oh, hi," I greeted, surprised to find him standing there. "I wanted to see if you were hungry," he said, holding up a takeout bag. "The food’s here."I smiled at him, the first real smile I’d given him in a while. His eyes widened slightly at the unexpected warmth, as though he hadn’t expected to see me looking this... at ease."I should buy some groceries so we won’t have
The next day, I was determined to be ready. I had set my alarm for 4:15 am, giving myself plenty of time to wake up and get changed before Alaric showed up. It was a struggle to drag myself out of bed, but I was determined to prove I could do this.When he knocked, I swung the door open and announced, "I’m ready." He just gave me a quick nod, as if he expected nothing less, and walked straight toward the door. His commanding presence took over, and it hit me—he had expected me to be ready. Ugh, I had mentally prepared myself for his stoicness, but it still stung. I wanted to surprise him.The training that followed felt like a full-on assault. After half an hour of running—my legs screaming for mercy—we moved straight to the weights. I pumped iron like I was training for war, and I was the only hope this country had for survival. Every rep felt like my body was about to break, but I didn’t let out a single complaint. Not even when Alaric told me to take the stairs to our floor instead
For the past few days, Alaric has refused to go easy on me. Every morning, the training was brutal—early wake-ups, relentless running, endless weights. But, to my surprise, it was starting to feel… easier. My body no longer screamed in protest with every movement, and though my muscles still ached, I could feel them strengthening. My stamina was improving, my breathing wasn’t as ragged, and today—today was a victory.I didn’t collapse the moment I stepped into my room.Sure, I was exhausted, my legs wobbled slightly as I walked, and my arms felt like they’d been put through a shredder, but I was still standing. That was progress.Sinking onto the edge of my bed, I took a deep breath before forcing myself up to do the stretches Alaric had recommended. The first day, I had skipped them, thinking rest was more important, only to regret it when I woke up unable to move the next morning. Lesson learnt.By the time I stepped into the steaming shower, the worst of the stiffness had started t
"Hey, hey!" Ciara protests, laughing as I practically drag her toward the elevator. "Slow down! What is going on?"I don’t stop. Not until we’re inside the elevator, and I jab the button for the ground floor like it personally offended me. Only then do I let out a breath, my pulse still racing from what just happened.Ciara crosses her arms, eyeing me expectantly. "Okay, now will you tell me what that was all about? I had wanted to say hi to Alaric, but you dragged me out like a crazy person."I hesitate, but there’s no point in hiding it. She’d wear it out of me eventually.So, I tell her.I tell her about how I walked straight into Alaric, how he caught me, and how he looked at me like that—like he actually saw me for the first time. How his hand brushed my face, how he murmured that he liked my hair down, how he had almost kissed me.Ciara’s reaction is immediate.Her entire face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. "You two like each other!" she squeals, practically bouncing
As we turned, a woman strode toward us, her heels so impossibly high that I briefly wondered if she had some supernatural ability to keep her balance. She moved with an air of entitlement, each step calculated, her manicured fingers already reaching forward—Only for Ciara to block her effortlessly."Well, you can’t have it." Ciara’s tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. "We saw it first, and we’re just about to pay for it."Then, turning to the saleswoman, she smiled sweetly, "Go ahead and pack it up for us.""Alright, ma’am," the saleswoman said, giving a polite nod as she turned—But before she could take a step, that shrill voice sliced through the air again."Stop that! I said I want this!"I clenched my jaw, already feeling irritation claw its way up my spine."Do you even know who I am?" she sneered, her icy blue eyes narrowing.At this point, even I was running out of patience."I’ll get you fired if you give them that dress, you bitch!" she spat at the poor saleswoman
"Miss Ashford, duh!" Ciara grinned widely, clearly still riding the high of the encounter. "Eleanor Ashford. She’s the only daughter of one of the oldest and most aristocratic families in the capital. They’re close to the Sinclair family—close to Alaric’s family."My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Alaric’s name. So Miss Ashford—Eleanor—was somehow connected to him. How? I tried to shake off the thought as quickly as it came."Wow," I murmured, still processing everything. "She’s so... cool.""I know, right?" Ciara replied, her enthusiasm contagious. "But most importantly, we have your dress, and I’m starving. We need to eat!" She gestured toward the exit as if it were the most important thing in the world right now.Before we left, the saleswoman who had been attending to us earlier apologised again, handing both of us a sleek black card. The words Premium Lux Member were embossed in gold on the front."Wow," Ciara whispered, looking at the card in my hand, feeling a mix of aw
I can’t believe I kissed my boss. In his home. And I loved it.But it’s been almost a week since that night, and... nothing.After the kiss, after I had nearly melted into him, he had gently pulled away, his breath warm against my lips as he whispered, "I just wanted to make sure you had the perfect first kiss." Then, just like that, he bade me goodnight and left me standing there—still reeling, still breathless, feeling the ghost of his lips on mine.The next morning, everything had gone back to normal. Almost too normal. He greeted me the same way, his tone even, his expression unreadable, like nothing had ever happened between us.But I knew something had happened.Because I catch him staring. Not just looking—staring. With so much heat and intensity that it makes my skin tingle and my stomach twist into knots. It’s in the way his eyes darken when they meet mine, in the way his jaw clenches as if he’s holding himself back.And now, I can’t stop wondering. Why is he holding back?Ma
The moment we arrived at the venue, I knew grand was an understatement.The Sinclair Charity Ball was held at the most exclusive event hall in the capital—a place Ciara said rarely opened its doors except for occasions of the highest prestige. The exterior was a masterpiece of classical architecture, its towering pillars bathed in golden light, reflecting off the polished marble steps leading to the entrance. Luxury cars lined the curved driveway, each one more extravagant than the last, with valet attendants dressed in crisp black and white uniforms ushering guests inside.As we approached the entrance, chandeliers glowed warmly through the massive arched windows, casting golden ripples of light onto the pavement. The sound of laughter and classical music hummed in the background, a blend of sophistication and old money.The moment Alaric and I stepped through the grand double doors, all movement in the room seemed to pause.The venue itself was nothing short of breathtaking. The vas
3rd Person POVCeleste smiled as she traced a finger down Alaric’s arm, relishing the way he tensed beneath her touch. He was always so rigid, so composed—but that was what made him perfect. Powerful, untouchable. And now, he was hers.Of course, that little slut was always lurking around, but it didn’t matter. Alaric belonged to her. He just didn’t realize it yet.She had loved him from the moment she first saw him, standing tall in the middle of a lavish gala, looking as if he ruled the world. And maybe he did. He had that presence, that quiet dominance that made everyone take notice. Celeste had been drawn to him instantly. Love at first sight, they called it.But for her, she just didn't love him, she wanted to own him, and all she needed was an opportunity.And one man had given her exactly that.She hadn’t expected him—the stranger who had approached her one evening, speaking in riddles but making promises she couldn’t ignore. He had known things about her, her desperation, and
After that sleepover, my friends’ words refused to leave me. They kept repeating in my mind at every quiet moment, forcing me to confront something I had been too hurt to even consider. What if Alaric was being coerced? My own heartbreak had consumed me, and I so sure of my betrayal that I never once stopped to question the way it all happened. I had taken his cold, detached words at face value—because believing them was easier than searching for a truth that might just be my mind trying to rationalise the whole thing. But now, I decide to look. Really look.At first, the signs are subtle. Celeste is always the one reaching for him, her hands constantly finding his arm, his shoulder, his chest. She talks endlessly, filling silences he doesn’t seem interested in breaking. And then there’s Alaric—rigid, detached. His responses are clipped, his eyes never quite meeting hers. And then I see it—the barely-there tick of his jaw, the quiet tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers cu
Its been a few days since the party, and I plan on telling the girls what happened with Alaric. I feel warm as laughter echoes through the space. Blankets and pillows are strewn across the floor, abandoned snacks littering the coffee table while we lounge in various positions ready for the sleepover I had planned.Ellie wipes tears from her eyes, still giggling. “I can’t believe Damian actually thought he could stay.”Ciara snorts. “The man really thought he was going to crash our sleepover just because he dropped you off.”I shake my head, still trying to catch my breath from laughing. “He even gave me that serious ‘I’m an exception to the rule’ look.”Ellie sighs dramatically. “It’s the delusion. But I will say, he gave it a good effort.”Ciara grins. “At least he made himself useful before leaving. I’ve never seen Brian warm up to a guy so fast.”I huff. “That’s because they bonded over their collective trauma with sisters.”Ellie rolls onto her stomach, propping her chin in her ha
That night, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying again and again in my head like a broken record. Every sharp word, every dismissive glance, every moment I felt like I was being pushed aside.I let myself wallow in it just for a little while, until something inside me shifts.I don’t want to keep feeling like this.I don’t want to spend another day letting Alaric and Celeste affect me, waiting for their actions to dictate my mood. I’ve been stuck in this cycle of frustration and hurt for weeks and I’m done.It’s time to take back my control.Tomorrow, there’s nothing scheduled until the evening. A society ball, one of those extravagant, high-profile events Alaric has to attend as CEO. And, of course, Celeste would be there as his partner, glued to his side like she belonged there.The thought should make me feel miserable. But tonight, it doesn’t.Because tomorrow, I choose how I feel.And I choose not to let them ruin my night.I sit up and reach for m
Anna's POVI take a steadying breath before walking fully into the office, the tablet in my hand cool against my palm. I’ve barely crossed the threshold when Celeste’s sharp gaze lands on me, her lips already curling in irritation.Alaric is at his desk, flipping through some documents, his attention only half on us.“Sir, you have a board meeting in—” I start, but Celeste cuts me off with a dismissive wave of her manicured hand.“He doesn’t need to hear that from you,” she says coolly. “I’ll be handling his schedule from now on.”My fingers tighten around the tablet. “That’s my job.”Celeste tilts her head, amusement flickering in her ice-blue eyes. “Not anymore. Surely, you don’t think you’ll be sticking around for long?”My jaw clenches. “I wasn’t aware my position was up for discussion.”“It isn’t,” Alaric says, not looking up from his paperwork. For a brief moment, relief floods me. At least he isn’t entertaining her games.But Celeste isn’t finished, her eyes flamed with disgust
Anna’s POV "Good morning, sweetheart. You need to get up now, or you'll be late for work." My mom's voice drifted through the door, gentle but insistent. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. My body protested as I forced my eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. A quick glance at the time had my stomach dropping—I had overslept. Damn it. I had spent the night tossing and turning, my thoughts replaying everything that had happened, every moment leading up to the betrayal that still haunted me. I had gone to bed late, and at some point, I must have slept through my alarm. "Thanks mom," I call out as I hear her leave. Now, I had barely any time to get ready. For a moment, I debated just staying in bed. Calling in sick. Pretending the world outside didn’t exist. But that wasn’t an option. With another groan, I threw the blankets off and forced myself up. Time to face another day. The moment I stepped into the office, the air around me
3 months later I wiped the sweat from my forehead and let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, whose idea was it to have so much stuff?” “I believe that would be yours, sweetheart,” Dad called from across the living room to my mom, grinning as he struggled to push a particularly heavy box toward the hallway. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who kept saying, ‘Oh, we’ll need this! We can’t leave this behind!’” she huffes, plopping onto the nearest couch cushion. “Okay, but in my defense, we do need all of it.” “Really?” Brian arched a skeptical brow as he held up a box labeled Kitchen Stuff #5. “Explain to me why we need five whole boxes of just kitchen stuff.” Mom ruffled his hair as he passed by. “Because we actually cook, Brian. Unlike you, who seems to survive solely on energy drinks and microwave meals.” He groaned, batting her hand away. “I do not.....” Dad snorted. “Son, you literally texted us last week asking how to boil an egg.” Laughter filled the room as he
Anna's POV The adrenaline lasted just long enough to get me through the press conference, but the moment I stepped out of that suffocating room full of reporters, everything hit me all at once. it was a little overwhelming to be honest.p I barely remembered the drive back to Sinclair Enterprises, only that the moment I walked into the building, the weight of everything I had just done settled on my shoulders. Exposing the Drummonds, standing in front of the press, defending Alaric and his family—it was a lot. And yet, I had done it. I still couldn't believe it. That I was strong enough to do that on my own, and like a bad bitch too. The realization filled me with something warm, something almost foreign. Confidence. I didn’t want to dwell on it too much, though. There was still work to do. So instead of collapsing into a chair and letting the exhaustion swallow me whole like I wanted, I kept moving. I buried myself in paperwork, answering emails, reviewing reports, g
Alaric's povI watched as their mouths hung open, struggling to process what had just happened. Some looked downright terrified, probably recalling the treacherous words they had uttered moments ago. Others appeared relieved, sensing a shift in the tide and being happy they had kept their mouths shut.Not that I cared for their reactions. I had already marked every single one of them. Their actions during this crisis would not be forgotten. Drax Industries was long overdue for a complete overhaul, and this only solidified my decision.I turned my attention to Vincent Crowe. Unlike the others, his expression remained neutral, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips.“Well,” he said, his tone light, almost mocking. “That was a rollercoaster of emotions. Congratulations on clearing your name, Mr. Sinclair.”He might not have been the true mastermind, but it was clear he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He had walked into this room with absolute confidence, which meant he beli