Night stretched on, but his will to find her only intensified. He would stop at nothing, go wherever she was, to find her.Benedict stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the glow of the city lights. The world outside seemed vast and indifferent, but he refused to let it swallow his determination. His mind replayed moments from their time together—Sabrina’s laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her dreams, the quiet strength she carried even in the face of adversity.He had let her slip once through his hands. He had lost her because of his pride and blindness brought about by his ambition. And now, no way. This time, he would do all that it takes to bridge the chasm that stood between them.He picked up his phone, scrolled through contact after contact until finally his private investigator appeared on the screen. With a deep breath, he picked the call."It's me," he said, as soon as the connection happened. His tone was firm and unyielding. "I need you
For Clara Hemp, love was never a mere emotion-it was a destination. And Benedict was not just anybody; he was the man she had loved since college-the man she was sure of being able to make happy.In her mind, every step she took was deliberate, calculated. She wasn't chasing some old flame; she was building a future, one where Benedict could finally leave the pain of his past behind. The dinners, the conversations, even the seemingly casual text messages—each was part of her plan to secure a place in his life.She believed in herself, in her charm and intelligence. She was always the queen of the room she walked into. Now, she was going to reclaim that role in Benedict's life. "He needs me," she told herself. "He just doesn't know it yet."Still, a part of her felt a flicker of insecurity. She couldn't ignore the unspoken presence of Sabrina in Benedict's life. Though he was polite and engaging, there was a part of him that felt distant, like he was still tethered to someone who wasn'
As the cool night breeze swept through the house that her Grandma Wendy bought for them in Paris, Sabrina sat by the window, thoughts pulling her back to a time she had tried so hard to forget. The memories came rushing in, uninvited, as if the mention of Clara had unlocked a door she kept firmly shut.Four years ago, when she and her mother, Leila, were maids for Benedict's family, life had been easy, though filled with quiet struggles. She recalled how Benedict's laughter would carry through the halls when his friends came over, the sound carrying all the way to the kitchen where she helped her mother prepare meals.And then, there was her. Clara Hemp.Sabrina had never met Clara back then, but she knew her name all too well. Benedict's friends would bring her up endlessly—how beautiful she was, how smart and confident, the queen of their college campus. Benedict, too, would speak of her in a way that made Sabrina's heart ache in silence.Sabrina couldn't dismiss those words. They s
The next day, sitting in his office, the concentration of Benedict was broken by the sound of the door opening. He looked up with a jerk of his head and saw Clara standing there with a mischievous smile across her face and a takeaway bag slung over her arm. "Hey," she chirped, her voice light and casual. "I was just in the area and thought I'd bring some lunch. Hope you don't mind some company. Benedict blinked, caught off guard for a moment. He hadn't expected her to just appear like this. "Clara, you didn't have to do that," he said, standing up from his desk, hesitating. "But. I guess I could use a break. Thanks for the food. She stepped into the room with confident grace, with soft clicking heels on the floor. Clara placed the bag at the table, deliberate in the action, showing what enticement lay within: not complicated but all of him. She could see there had been thought in it — everything he liked, yet nothing too complicated, just that little gesture to show how much she car
The words hung between them, heavier than he had expected; for a moment, Benedict couldn't shake the feeling that Clara's intentions were more than casual conversation. Yet, before he could process his thoughts further, she sat back in her chair, picking up her fork again and changing the subject.Still, Benedict had to admit that this lunch was far from being a meal at its core. It was another step—a quiet, measured step by Clara to retake her position in his life, to remind him she was still there and interested and waiting. Though he tried hard to banish the feeling, part of him wondered if he ought to shut her out wholly. Clara was starting to seduce Benedict.Clara's subtleties were not lost on Benedict. Leaning a little in close as they continued eating, her voice softens as she speaks words apparently individually handpicked for their spot, every smile a little more inviting than the last. The glint in her eyes, the way she leaned her head to one side as she spoke, it was all p
Sabrina spent the past months working tirelessly to bring into her life the things that she desired for herself and for Saben. She was not the woman who lived in Benedict's world, shrouded by uncertainty of whether she even belonged. Today, she was ready to forge a new future for herself, a future where her talents would be known and her ambitions would speak and be listened to as a master of success.Her interest in fashion was something that had begun slowly almost as a hobby. She just started drawing designs during her spare time, letting her mind flow onto paper. The months, however, increased her attraction to the fashion art. It was not clothes; it was about self-expression, identity, and how a design could transform someone. She wanted to put that feeling into life.One night, as she sat at her tiny but snug apartment at the sewing machine, Sabrina's eyes fell on the accumulation of the last several years' old stuff- leathers and fabrics of course, some vintage, pieces she alwa
One day, while Sabrina was working on a new design—a sleek, black leather bag with gold accents—her grandmother said something that would become the turning point of her journey."You finish your education, Sabrina," Wendy said gently. "You've gotten so far on your own, but to complete it's not the same. It makes you stronger, more prepared for the business world, which isn't always easy. Knowledge will be your arsenal. You will have what it takes to move ahead."Sabrina sat in silence for a time, pondering what her grandmother had told her. She had gone off to college many years before all this blew up with Benedict. For a long time, she'd shelved dreams as if they could be restarted, that perhaps she hadn't got time nor ability to return to those aspirations. As she glanced over the life she was slowly but steadily building, there wasn't really a good reason she couldn't go back to school and finish it off."I always wanted to finish my degree,mom" Sabrina confessed, her voice full
The days of Benedict were a whirlwind of meetings, phone calls, and endless negotiations. His company, Thompson Enterprises, had become a big deal in the business world, and he threw all his energy into it. Each day brought new challenges: high-profile clients, lucrative partnerships, and constant pressure to be ahead of the game. He was a performer who enjoyed the corporate game and loved being under pressure.But lately, there was one constant he couldn't shake: Clara Hemp.Whether it was a glamorous gala, a crucial business meeting, or a seemingly casual lunch for networking, Clara always seemed to be there, her presence woven into the fabric of his professional life. With her sweet face and social finesse, she was an asset in any room, handling corporate circles with a mastery hard to deny. Such skill unnerved Benedict somewhat; he couldn't stop noticing how she positioned herself indispensably.At the presentation of a new international client, Benedict glanced at Clara sitting c
11:47 PM – Sabrina Ultra HeadquartersEliana slumped over in the dark design room, exhaustion gnawing at her body. The glowing screens reflected off her face as she strived to recreate every minute detail of the ruined designs.She would not allow Nathaniel Harper to win.She had spent hours undoing the damage. Making calls to suppliers. Conducting meetings with designers. Keeping the Sabrina Ultra Worldwide Collection perfect as the legend that everyone knew.Everything mattered.Her mother's honor hung in the balance. And better than that—her own credibility.Eliana rubbed her temples, telling herself to stay focused. The battle was far from lost.Then her phone vibrated.She breathed deeply, knowing even before a glance who stood on the other end.Mom.With a weary groan, she answered."Eliana Hope Thompson, where are you?!"She flinched at the full-name treatment. Her mother only employed that when she was angry—or concerned."I'm at the office, Mom."A curt pause. Then:"At this
A few weeks from now. Eliana stepped into Sabrina Ultra's high-ceilinged, sleek design studio, her heels clicking briskly on the marble floor. The whole department was in a sunny hum.Gridded ranks of seated designers, seamstresses, and textile specialists were bent over drawings and swatches of fabric, their faces lighting with imagination.This was her war zone.This was where Sabrina Ultra would carve its niche in the international arena.As she approached the lead designer, Amara Vasquez, a tall woman with an elegant presence and decades of experience, she felt a swell of pride. This was the dream she was building."Ms. Thompson," Amara said with a nod. "All is set for the global launch. The designs are done, and we're waiting for the final quality inspection before we send them to production."Eliana smiled. "Show me what we have."Amara gestured with her hand towards the giant glass table centering the room, where the most desirable, high-end items were displayed. The new Sabrina
The following day.Tension hung heavy in the boardroom.Eliana remained seated in one of the chairs by the very long, polished mahogany table, her clenched fingers tightened together in a small fist. Nathaniel Harper stretched out in front of her, an exasperating blend of relaxation and restraint.They had been here on the first day of something that neither of them had wanted but had to tolerate nonetheless.Sabrina Ultra and Harper Global directors sat in chairs surrounding them, patiently waiting.Eliana pulled her shoulders back. She was not going to let him have the upper hand.Nathaniel's smile broadened. "Shall we begin, Princess?"Her jaw hardened. "Let me clarify something for you, Harper. We are not friends. We are not friends. We are not friends." She slowly emphasized the final word, her rage blazing from her eyes so that Nathaniel's smile creased further.Nathaniel's smile spread wider. "Whatever it is that lets you sleep better at night."Eliana ignored him and turned to
Eliana stepped out of her car and walked through the grand door of the Thompson compound, a sense of exhaustion over her shoulders. The meeting had tested all of her patience and control, and now she found herself confronted by another battle—the one within the house.She had barely walked into the living room when she heard her father's voice."Tell me I misheard, Eliana."Her head lifted to see her parents, Sabrina and Benedict, along with her eldest brother, Saben, waiting for her. Their faces were unreadable, but their stiff postures and the tension in the air told her everything she needed to know.Her mother was the first to speak, her sharp brown eyes narrowing. "You’re collaborating with Nathaniel Harper?"Eliana breathed in deeply. "I wouldn't say it was a collaboration. More of… a business arrangement."Benedict emitted a rough laugh, his head shaking. "A business arrangement? With him? Of all people?"Saben moved forward, his face grim. "Are you crazy, Eliana?"Eliana gritt
The instant Eliana entered the Sabrina Ultra boardroom the following morning, she felt the burden of the glares. Some were hopeful, some were cautious, and some, such as the in-your-face Jonathan Fields-one of the longest-serving board members-were downright hostile. She had scarcely sat down at the head of the table when he had his mouth going, speaking in a condescending tone."Miss Thompson, I'm not going to sugarcoat anything.". Your fellow board members have serious concerns about whether you have what it takes to head this company."Eliana restrained a sigh. Of course. Here we go. She put aside her tablet, putting her hands together on the table. "And what are those concerns, Mr. Fields?"Jonathan snorted. "Experience. You've never run a company in your life. You've never negotiated high-stakes deals or managed corporate disasters. Why in the world would you think you can occupy that seat?"Eliana smiled coolly. "Because my mother does. And if the woman who constructed this empi
The high-ceilinged conference room of Sabrina Ultra was heavy with tension. The firm's strongest board members occupied the gleaming, mahogany table, their eyes keen and critical as they examined the young woman before them.Eliana Hope Thompson.Daughter of Benedict Thompson and Sabrina Auburn, heiress to one of the largest luxury brands in the nation.But was she really up to it?That was the question hanging over all of us like a sword in the air waiting to descend.Sabrina was quietly tall and statuesque, standing beside her daughter, whose anger, like the swirling tongues of fire, raged left and right, backward and forward, across her face. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are today at the turning point for Sabrina Ultra. You all know I have been the head of this company for many decades, and I have taken it to what it stands now. Today is the day, however, to bring in the future. The future of the company—the future leader—is my daughter, Eliana Hope Thompson."Murmurs spread among boa
Eliana sat cramped in the back of the family's luxury vehicle, her arms crossed as she stared out the window. Lights from the city whizzed by, but her mind was taken up with the one thing—Nathaniel Harper.That egotistical, condescending asshole.He believed she was fragile. He believed she would break beneath the strain.She gripped her fists.Let him believe that. For when the moment arrived, she would show him—and everyone else—otherwise.As the vehicle arrived at the Thompson Estate, Benedict stepped out first, his stance stiff. Saben got out next, looking at his sister before heaving a sigh."Eliana," he grumbled, shaking his head. "I recognize that expression. Don't be foolish."She got out, her heels clicking on the ground. "Define foolish.""Taking on Nathaniel Harper without a clear plan," Saben retorted. "He's not some entitled rich kid pretending to be a businessman. He's merciless, and he doesn't lose."Eliana smiled. "Neither do I."Benedict spun round, his face impassiv
Saben paced a vexed hand through his hair. "This is no laughing matter, Eliana! I'm warning you, stay away from him. Don't let your defenses down. Don't trust him."Eliana's eyes flashed with mutiny. "I never said I trusted him. But I'm not going to hide from him either.""You should," Saben bit out. "For your own safety."She didn't know what to say before someone else interjected."Well, well. Talking about me behind my back already?"Both of the kids spun around.There, leaning against a marble column, was Nathaniel Harper.They were crinkled with amusement, furrowed at the edges, a broad smile spreading from his mouth. "I didn't know I'd impressed you that much Eliana."Saben bristled immediately, standing watch over Eliana. "What in the devil are you still doing hanging around here?"Nathaniel took a slow drink of his whiskey."I was leaving, but someone called out my name. Figured I'd stay for a little while."Eliana stood around Saben, planted firmly in front of Nathaniel. "You'
At the same time, Nathaniel Harper was not your average businessman—he was the son of Theodore Harper, one of the erstwhile board members of BMX Estates, who had been charged with money laundering by no less a person than Benedict Thompson himself.That scandal had threatened to bankrupt BMX Estates back in the old days. Whereas Benedict had defended the company tooth and nail, the Harper clan had been gaining strength behind the scenes, benefiting from the pandemonium.The acrimony between the Harpers and the Thompsons was more than professional—it was personal.Nathaniel sipped his whiskey slowly, observing Eliana across the ballroom. She had the same spark as her father, the same resolve as her mother.Interesting.He smiled to himself.So this is the girl they are counting on to lead Sabrina Ultra?She was young, too young. Regardless of how poised she seemed in that instant, Nathaniel knew business was ruthless—a war where only the fittest remained.And if she believed she could