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Chapter Thirty-Five
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đđđŠđđ«đšđ§I step into Elenaâor rather, Aretha's path just as she tries to make a quick getaway from the room. The expression on her face pulls an amused smirk from me as I stop right in front of her, my stance completely calm and nonchalant as I shove both of my hands into my pants pocket, my gaze resting heavily on her. If she thinks I'm going to let her walk out of here just like that, without having her acknowledge my presence at least, then this gorgeous bird is sorely mistaken because I am not about to let her slip through my fingers againâthe guys and I aren't about to let that repeat itself. Not when we've finally found her again after nearly two months of searching. I stare down at Aretha, taking in this woman that'd played her way into our lives like a haunting yet melodious tune, when in reality, she's a force to be reckoned with, a mystery. A woman who looks so dewy-eyed and delicate on the surface, but deep down within her, she hides an intricate web of secrets and c
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đđ«đđđĄđDinner at home later that night is a warm affair, filled with laughter, the clinking of utensils against our respective plates and the delectable aroma of my mother's home-cooked meal. Despite having more than enough servants to handle every task in the house, Mom always insists on preparing dinner for the family herself. She always says that nighttime is the only time we truly come together to dine as a family, and thus, she would never miss the chance to feed us all then. The effort, the warmthâit never fails to remind me that I'm part of a new family now. A family that truly cares for one another. It's the kind of comfort that wraps around me like a familiar embrace, something steady and grounding after the whirlwind of today's events.Dad sits at the head of the table, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand with a bottle of ChĂąteau Lafite Rothschild wine beside him, which is quite a surprise compared to his usual glass of water, juice or cup of teaâ while Mom busie
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đđ«đđđĄđI stare at the email from Lancaster Luxe, a frown taking over my face as I skim through the contents again.âCongratulations, Miss. Aretha Hawthorne,â reads the beginning before it delves deeper into further details.My proposal has passed the initial stage, it says, however, thereâs one final hurdle left to cross. And for that, Iâll be required to visit the company again tomorrow.I should be excitedâthis is exactly what I wanted. But instead, I'm equal parts filled with confusion while unease also curls lowly in my stomach. I'm confused because even though they had instructed me to come to the company tomorrow, they hadn't included any information on whether I'm required to bring anything with me or to prepare in advance for something. Besides, while I was studying and preparing for the presentation, it hadn't been included by Lancaster Luxe in the business magazine that there would be two stages of trials before the final decision is made. Not even Dad had mentioned it
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đđ«đđđĄđThe chessboard between us is akin to a battlefieldâat least to meâevery move a calculated strike and every counter-move a defense against impending defeat. The once-lighthearted game has shifted into something far more intense. The air between Marcos and me is charged, the occasional click of chess pieces the only sound filling Cameron's vast office.Marcos moves his knight, eliminating one of my rooks with a sharp and precise flick of his fingers. âCheck,â he murmurs smoothly, leaning back, utterly at ease while wearing the same secret smile that's been on his face since the start of the game.I inhale through my nose, forcing my features into calm neutrality, even as my mind whirs. Iâve lost two pawns, my other rook, and a knight. But Iâm not out of the game yet.Sliding my queen forward, I capture his remaining bishop. âNot so fast.âMarcos grins, eyes glinting with amusement. âNice save, darling.â He moves his own queen diagonally, putting pressure on my remaining pie
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đđ«đđđĄđA wide grin stretches across my face as I jog down the grand staircase, my bare feet barely making a sound against the polished marble floors. The early afternoon sun filters through the massive windows, casting warm golden streaks across the foyer. My heart leaps with excitement as I reach the heavy oak doors, already knowing whoâs on the other side.The second I swing them open, Yemaya stands there, one foot tapping impatiently on the porch, her hands dramatically placed on her hips. But the moment she takes in the sight of me, her expression morphs into pure delight."Aretha," she breathes, pushing her large, round glasses up the bridge of her nose. "This house is insane."I roll my eyes playfully and step aside to let her in. "Come on, it's just a house.""Itâs not just a house," Yemaya corrects, stepping over the threshold. She lets out a low whistle as her gaze sweeps over the grand chandeliers, the sweeping staircase, and the towering floor-to-ceiling windows that
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đđ«đđđĄđThe vibrant hum of London's nightlife still lingers in my ears as Yemaya and I step into the grand entrance of the high-end shopping mall. The rooftop lounge in Knightsbridge had been a fantastic escapeâelegant cocktails, a breathtaking view, and the lively chatter of Londonâs eliteâbut of course, Yemaya wasnât satisfied with just that. Sheâd insisted that I needed a wardrobe upgrade, especially now that I would be stepping into the role of CEO.âYouâre the face of an empire now, babe,â she says, linking her arm with mine as we stroll into the gleaming, chandelier-lit atrium of the shopping mall. âYou need to dress the part. No more âcasual chic.â Weâre talking power dressingâsexy, corporate, intimidating.âI sigh, more amused than annoyed. âYou mean uncomfortable, stiff, and overpriced?âYemaya gasps dramatically, clutching her chest as if Iâve wounded her. âSacrilege! Youâre going to thank me when heads turn at board meetings.âI let her pull me deeper into the maze of
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đđ«đđđĄđI really couldn't have wished for a longer weekend. Despite the whirlwind of drama and activities the past few days had been with Yemaya's visit, I would have given anything to prolong the weekend and to delay today from arriving just a bit longer. Because now, it's Monday morning, which is officially my first day at GemsThorne. My first day stepping into a world I never imagined I'd ever be a part of.And even though I'd spent the past couple of weeks preparing for my presentation and by extension, my induction as the CEO of GemsThorne following the success of our partnership deal with Lancaster Luxe, the anxiety continues to eat away at me while I can't help but fret over this day finally arriving. Nerves coil tightly in my stomach, a relentless storm of self-doubt swirling despite the many times Iâve chided myself for feeling this way even after all the encouragement from my family. I stand before the mirror, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my crisp white button-dow
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đđ«đđđĄđThe morning goes by quickly, and before I know it, it's time for my lunch break.Craving a much-needed breath of fresh air away from all the expectant stares and thinly-veiled bootlicking I have already started receiving from some of the employees amidst walking around the vast building as well as all the names and executive positions I'd have to remember, I decide to head somewhere a bit distant from GemsThorne. My personal driver drops me off at the restaurant my personal assistant, Winifred, had recommended earlierâRistorante Celeste, a quiet, upscale Mediterranean restaurant nestled in the heart of corporate London. The restaurant exudes an effortless blend of elegance and warmth, with soft golden lighting, terracotta walls adorned with delicate mosaic patterns, and large arched windows that let in streams of natural light. The air carries the tantalizing aroma of olive oil, fresh herbs, and slow-simmered sauces, promising a dining experience that is both refined and
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đđđŠđđ«đšđ§Everything about this meeting screams a trap.I sit in the backseat of a nondescript black SUV, eyes trained on the quiet stretch of road as we drive out of the city. The address I was given isnât the Barsamian mansion where we had the last meetingâitâs a guesthouse tucked into the outskirts of a neighboring city. That alone is a red flag. But what makes it worse is that I was explicitly asked to come alone.Of course, Iâm not that foolish.A second vehicle trails behind, discreet and distantâmy hired security detail, professionals I trust with my life. I keep my phone in my hand the entire ride, fingers tapping idly against the screen, sending occasional location updates to my manager just in case.Because this? This feels like the kind of story that ends in a disappearance headline.The guesthouse is impressive in a quiet, understated way. Rustic wood beams, a sweeping stone terrace, and tall windows that reflect the gray morning sky. Inside, it smells like lavender a
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đđđŠđđ«đšđ§The moment I shut the door to my suite, I loosen my collar and finally let the smile fall from my face.Iâve been wearing it like armor all dayâthrough the suffocating politeness, the backhanded compliments, the curt dismissal of logic from a spoilt heir with too much money and too little sense. The matriarch was composed, yes. Graceful even. But her silence when her son spat that sexist garbageâŠThat silence said more than I liked.I sink into the armchair by the window, the city of Yerevan sprawled beneath me like a glittering mosaic. I should let it go. But the tension stays, coiled tight between my shoulder blades.With a sigh, I reach for my phone and dial.âHey,â I say when my marketing manager answers. âI need you to pull up alternatives. If the Barsamians donât get back to us, we need other options for that stone.ââYouâre thinking theyâll back out?ââIâm thinking their prince of a son might poison the whole deal. I just want to be ready.âWe talk logistics, pro
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đđ«đđđĄđThe car ride back to the hotel is quiet.Not awkward. Not tense.Just⊠still.Cameron alternates between texting on his phone and staring out the window, one of his arms draped over the backseat with his fingers tapping out a silent rhythm against the leather. I watch the landscape blur byâstone buildings and narrow alleyways, ancient churches perched atop hills. The sky is beginning to burn orange at the edges, and for the first time all day, I feel the adrenaline ebb from my body like a tide retreating after a storm.I messed things up. I know I did.But Iâd do it again in a heartbeat.We enter the hotel lobby without a word, both of us nodding politely to the concierge who greets us. The golden glow of the chandeliers bathes the space in warmth, but I feel anything but. My shoulders are still tight, my hands still restless.We step into the elevator together, side by side. The polished gold doors slide shut, enclosing us in a gentle hum of silence.I glance at him. âYo
Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix   Chapter Sixty-Six
đđ«đđđĄđBy the time we arrive, the estate looks like something out of an oil paintingâornate gates, lush grounds, cobblestone paths winding toward a home that could easily double as a museum. The sky has softened into a lazy afternoon haze, and I still havenât fully shaken the image of that gun pointed at our driver. But Cameron and I are both dressed in our game faces now, and like good little liars, we smile.A housekeeper ushers us into a sitting room where the matriarch waits.Sheâs nothing like I expected.Older, yes, with the kind of face carved by time and quiet power, but thereâs nothing soft about her. Her posture is steel, her eyes sharp behind thin, gold-rimmed glasses. She wears a high-necked black dress and sits with the kind of stillness that makes you feel like youâre the one being examined.âMr. Lancaster,â she says to Cameron, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. âAnd MissâŠââHawthorne,â I offer with a polite smile, extending my hand. She doesnât take it. She j
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đđ«đđđĄđThe door slams shut behind him.Cameron is gone.And Iâm frozen.My pulse hammers so loud I can barely hear the silence that follows. That kind of silence that only exists when something horrible is about to happen. The kind that makes your stomach twist and your lungs forget how to breathe.I press a hand to my chest, trying to ground myself, but the cold leather of the seat beneath me feels more surreal than comforting.Outside, I can see themâCameronâs tall frame moving like a slow fuse toward a man with a gun. A gun. Pointed directly at our driver, who still stands with his hands raised, eyes wide and pleading. The wind catches the hem of the driverâs jacket, and for a second, he just looks so human. So fragile.I curse under my breath and lean forward to get a better view. My fingers grip the edge of the headrest so tight they ache.What the hell is going on?This was supposed to be a business trip. Silk deals, rare jewels, Cameron flirting too much and me pretending
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đđđŠđđ«đšđ§The next morning, we hit the road.Our driver, an older man with warm eyes and an encyclopedic knowledge of Armenian history, doubles as a tour guide. As the SUV glides through the countryside, he tells us about the Barsamiansâhow their lineage traces back centuries, how they built an empire from silk and spice and sheer force of will.Aretha listens, chin resting in her palm, her gaze drifting between the window and me. I catch her watching me from the corner of her eye for the fifth time.âWhat?â I ask, smiling. âYouâre staring.ââIâm calculating.ââCalculating what?â I stretch my arm along the back of her seat, not touching her but close enough that her hair brushes my fingers.âWhether this trip is worth enduring your company for another forty-eight hours.ââOuch.â I clutch my chest with exaggerated pain. âYou wound me. And here I thought we were starting to bond.ââI donât bond with trouble.ââYou sat next to me. That makes you complicit.âShe snorts and turns back
Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix   Chapter Sixty-Three
đđ«đđđĄđYerevan greets us with a soft haze over the mountains and the thick warmth of afternoon sun pressing against the tarmac. The capital feels like a secret whispered between the ancient and the modernâa city made of stone, sky, and silent stories.Several hours after we land, I expect weâd be whisked straight to our client. Thatâs what I signed up for. Business. Strictly business.Instead, we end up checking into a hotel nestled in the city centerâa luxury boutique place that smells faintly of rosewater and cedar. I wheel my suitcase into a suite that could easily host a cocktail party, then march back out toward Cameronâs room, irritation simmering just under my skin.He opens the door already dressed in a crisp linen shirt and slacks, smelling like something expensive and maddening.âWhy are we here?â I demand, arms crossed. âI meanâhere, at a hotel? Shouldnât we be heading to the clientâs estate or... at least contacting them?âCameronâs smile is entirely too relaxed for
Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix   Chapter Sixty-Two
đđ«đđđĄđThe airport is already buzzing when I arriveâsuitcase in hand, coat slung over my arm, and a knot of mild anxiety sitting in my chest. I barely slept last night. My thoughts kept circling back to Cameronâs smug face, the glint in his eyes when he said âIâll take that as a yes.â It irritated me more than I care to admit.Still, Iâm here. Against my better judgment, Iâm here.I pull out my phone to check my itinerary again when a sharp ding draws my attention. A new notification.My brows knit together as I stare at the screen.A credit alert?The amount is exactâdown to the centâof my flight ticket.What theâŠ?I spin around and march to the nearest cashier window. âHi, sorryâcan I ask about a refund I just received? I donât remember requesting one.âThe woman behind the glass taps a few keys on her terminal, blinking at her monitor. âYes, maâam. It says here the refund was requested and approved on your behalf.ââBy who?âI hear it before I see it.âWell, well,â comes a dr
Aretha Hawthorne: The Rise Of The Phoenix   Chapter Sixty-One
đđ«đđđĄđIâm still in Marcusâs arms, chest to chest, as the crowd roars around us in a frenzy of triumph. My pulse hammers in time with the chant echoing through the stadium. His hands are firm against my waist, anchoring me, while mine are curled around his shoulders, refusing to let go. It should be awkwardâhell, it isâbut in this bubble of noise and adrenaline, nothing else exists. Just us. Just this moment.Then I feel it.A shift.My eyes flicker down to his lips. Theyâre parted, breathless from cheering. Thereâs a softness there. A dangerous invitation. And IâIâm not thinking pure thoughts. At all. I want to kiss him. God, I want to kiss him.But his voice breaks through the haze, low and amused, âWeâre just friends, remember?âItâs like cold water on heated skin. My smile is tight, reluctant as I pull away. âRight. Just friends.âWe fall back into our seats, cheering as the team does their victory lap, but the electric charge between us doesnât fade. Not entirely. Every bru
