The night between Clara and Benedict had been chaos—a collision of unspoken emotions, raw tension, and fleeting vulnerability. Benedict had given in to it all—exhaustion, desire, and the appeal of Clara's charm. The haze cleared, though, revealing just another moment to him, releasing him from the suffocating pressures of his life.But for Clara, it was much, much more. She sat on the edge of the bed, her window lit with golden sunlight the next morning. Her lips still tingled from Benedict's kisses, and her skin still thrummed with the imprint of his touch. But as the passion receded, the ache in her heart grew and she missed him so bad.She wanted more—more than stolen moments, more than a night of fleeting intimacy. She wanted Benedict's attention, his affection, and above all, his love. She wanted to replace Sabrina.Benedict, on the other hand, treated the day as if nothing had occurred. His cold, calculating nature was back in place as he walked into the office with his mind alr
She stood on the big stage, her heart beating in sync with the booming emcee voice throughout the hall. "And the winner of the Elite Fashion Design Competition of this year is… Sabrina Auburn!" The call echoed in the sophisticated auditorium, where it was then answered with an explosion of applause that almost rattled the chandeliers from the ceilings. Sabrina sat back for a split second, feeling the weight of the news. She stood up effortlessly, elegantly smiling, but her poise blazed much brighter than the chandeliers in the room. Her mother, Leila, grasped her grandmother Wendy's arm. Her tears streamed down her cheeks."She did it, Mom," Leila whispered with emotion. "She really did it." "I never doubted her," Wendy replied, her voice steady but her eyes brimming with pride. Sabrina walked towards the stage, her heart pounding with disbelief and triumph. Wearing one of her designs: a perfect harmony of power and femininity—a midnight-blue pantsuit with intricate embroidery, she mo
Sabrina smiled her heart, feeling grateful for the gesture. "I would not have managed without you. You're always there for me even when I did not know which way to go ahead, Mom," she went on as tears welled into her eyes in gratitude. And through the years, she realized her mother and her grandmother Wendy never made a decision in the house without praying and then asking for support in such matters.That night, as she laid Saben in his crib, she sat down beside him for a moment, her heart overflowing with love. She looked at his tiny chest as it rose and fell with peaceful breaths, and calm washed over her. "We've come a long way, haven't we, little one my Saben?" she whispered softly, stroking his cheek.She was lost, drifting in the thoughts of the past—to Benedict, to the pain she had been through and the woman she was before. And she didn't feel any bitterness anymore. She felt clear, and whatever she had passed through brought her into this moment and into this life she had wi
We want them to see not only the products but the journey," Sabrina said during the brainstorming session. "Our designs reflect resilience, empowerment, and the beauty of individuality. Let's make that shine."Her words revitalized the team, and they spent their creativity on this project. When the day of the meeting finally approached, Sabrina was ready and confident to present her brand to the global world.Maison d'Étoiles headquarters was elegance itself, with its grand marble entrance, towering glass walls, and artful displays of their iconic designs. Sabrina walked in, dressed in a tailored white suit that exuded sophistication, her signature bag slung gracefully over her shoulder.The creative director, Margaux Laurent, a charismatic woman, greeted her warmly. "Ms. Auburn, it's so great to finally meet you. Your work has taken the world of fashion by storm."The pleasure's mine, Sabrina replied, smiling with an expression that seemed altogether sincere. "Maison d'Étoiles has al
Benedict sat at the top of the headboard table, his attention was acut, keen as his staff presented their latest financial reports. He's fully immersed in the numbers, the figures, and the strategies. He does not have time for distractions and space for anything but the work that needs to be done.In the meantime, Andrea was quietly surfing on her phone under the table; she was one of the junior staff members. She had always been a fashion enthusiast, and today she could not resist checking the news—especially with the recent buzz about Sabrina Auburn. Andrea saw her name everywhere recently; from the launch of Sabrina Ultra bags to announcing her collaboration with Maison d'Étoiles. She was becoming a bright star in the fashion world, and Andrea was eager to know more about her.She didn't know the full backstory—she didn't even know that Sabrina was Benedict's ex-wife. To Andrea, Sabrina was just an inspiring designer who was making waves in a completely different world from the cor
He nodded, acknowledging her view. "Okay, let it be short. We cannot lose much time. Now let us go back to project timelines and what needs to be done this week.""Yeah, I am on that now," Andrea replied, feeling much lighter. The tension between them had lightened up, and she was set to move forward with work.As they turned their attention to the project plans, he couldn't help but wonder whether keeping abreast of what was happening could indeed prove useful. It was a sensitive balance, but with Andrea's passion and knowledge, perhaps they could find a way to blend both worlds successfully.She stepped into Benedict's office, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, poise as usual. She scanned the room, eyes finally settling on him with intent and focus.Benedict, still engrossed in his thoughts from the earlier conversation with Andrea, hadn't noticed her. He was bent over a heap of papers, his brow furrowed in concentration as he made some notes on a report. He tried to m
The question hung in the stillness of his office, unheard. But no matter how much he pushed Clara away, she stayed. Always: there to help, there to support, there with reasons to stay. Benedict had to admit it would drive him mad sometimes, how relentless she was, and yet, at times strangely comforting. He couldn't even try to deny how very present she was, the person he'd come to count on, though never wanted to.Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, Sabrina Auburn was rocking the fashion world. Sabrina Ultra had become a household name in Paris and had spread rapidly to the United States. The brand was said to be a beacon of modern luxury, sophistication combined with bold and innovative designs. Sabrina herself became a celebrity in her own right, a woman admired not just for her talent but also for her resilience and grace.She was living the dream that only a while ago would have been unimaginable and which she could only now have dared to think of-from nothing to empire.
The grand ballroom of the St. Laurent Hotel pulsed with opulence. The crystal chandeliers cast an elegant, soft glow over a well-heeled crowd, humming conversations meshing with the softer notes of a live string quartet. Tonight was to be Investors' Night, gathering the business and fashion icons under one roof.Sabrina Auburn got out of the car wearing a black, made-to-order gown that molded onto her body. With each movement, her diamond earrings twinkled, reflecting the air of sophistication she possessed. She walked calmly, but inside, she was doing a hundred miles per minute. This was another milestone in Sabrina Ultra's road, and she was there to seal more deals to drive her brand further into the global market.She was bringing her assistant and confidante, Penelope along. "You are breathtaking, Sabrina," said Penelope with a smile. "If they weren't frightened of your work enough as it is, they would be knocked off their shoes tonight."Sabrina laughed low in her throat. "Let's
But she turned slowly, so that he could see the hurt unfettered in her eyes.I never locked you out, Nathaniel," she whispered. "You just never came close enough to linger."And with that, she departed, the chill night air nipping at her skin. The darkness closed in around her like an old friend long forgotten.She did not glance back.Not when the world was weighed in the balance.The wind wailed as Eliana stepped outside onto the porch, the door slamming behind her like the last stroke on the end of a difficult page. But before she could put a foot beyond the stairs—"Leaving without me?"She faltered. Damian lingered by the edge of the cabin, moonlight glinting off of his dark jacket only accentuating the scar near his jaw more than ordinary. His face showed unreadable expressions, but his eyes-those burning, watchful eyes-were locked on her.The air caught in her throat.“Damian.”He took a step forward, hands in his coat pockets. “You said the extraction would be at midnight. It’
He moved another step forward. "I'm not saving you, Eliana. I'm holding on to you. You keep trying to hurt my father, and you'll be dead. Leave this to the cops."She laughed, a laugh that had no pleasure in it. "The cops?" she repeated, her eyes burning. "You think they care? You think they're not already in the pocket? You think I've not already tried that avenue?""Eliana—"No!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the thick air. "How am I supposed to stop when your father still tries to kill me? When every animal with my blood in their veins is a target on feet?" Nathaniel's lips opened, but she was far from finished."My father—Benedict—he did his duty. He planted skeletons of your family to keep everyone safe. But your grandfather? He was laundering money and on the board of my father's company! And now your father's attempting to cover up every loose end—including my family!"Nathaniel's face contorted, shame reddening every part of it."I did not know," Nathaniel panted.
For an instant, the room held its breath. No one breathed. Even the fire paused in its flicker, as if respecting her silent declaration of war against the life she did not desire.Then Nathaniel moved back as if she had slapped him."Eliana," Nathaniel growled, "you don't have to—"“But I do,” she cut in. “You both keep looking at me like I’m going to fall apart. Like I’m not capable of making hard choices.”She blinked fiercely, her throat tightening. "But I've made hard choices since the day your dad enter into our lives. Since the day I learned your dad planning to kill me and he included my brother Saben. And then you came along with your deals and your sweet lies, and I let myself think—I for a split second believed—maybe I could have something normal."Nathaniel opened his lips, but nothing came out.Damian stood stock still, as if someone had winded him.Eliana let go of the back of the frayed armchair as if she were the sole thing holding her together."Do you think I want thi
The room was dim, the wan gray light creeping through holes in the drapes. Eliana stood with arms crossed against her chest at the window, observing as the sky changed — black to blue, as if the world breathed in.She didn't catch the door's opening.Didn't catch the steps.But sensed him.Nathaniel."You should be sleeping," he whispered, his eyes closing as he closed the door.She didn't glance around. "So should you."A silence.Then his arrival at her."I couldn't sleep," he admitted.Her whisper a secret shared. "Neither could I."He stood behind her. Close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to inhale the scent of her.But he didn't.Because he knew better.For if he'd have touched her back at the time, Nathaniel wasn't sure he ever would have let her go."Do you remember Nathaniel," Eliana gasped, "the first time we met?"Nathaniel smiled faintly. "It was your birthday that time ,You got mad at me easily?"Eliana smiled bitterly. "You were arrogant.""You were fire.""I
Dmitri’s smile stretched slow and serpentine across his face, eyes glinting like a blade catching light. “Good. Very good.”Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant. “You’re playing with fire, Eliana.”She stood tall, despite the quake in her chest. “Then let me burn.”Damian whistled low. "Remind me never to mess with you."Dmitri clapped once, the sound echoing through the warehouse like a shot. "Now we're getting somewhere. I like her. Too bad she's saddled with idiots."Nathaniel's glare could've softened steel. "If she gets hurt—""You'll do what? Growl at me?" Dmitri teased. "Relax, Harper. I'm not asking her to smuggle plutonium. Yet." He winked at Eliana.She didn't flinch. "What's the delivery?"Dmitri pulled out a weathered manila envelope from a locked drawer beneath the bar. “Coordinates. Names. A package.” He tossed it on the table. “You’ll take it to an old contact of mine. Neutral ground. He’ll trade it for something that might just help all of us survive William Harper.
Rain hit the hospital's glass windows, each drop reminding her that time was escaping her. Disinfectant and cold wind were the scents as Eliana stood stock-still in the hallway, her trembling hands clasped around the railing.Nathaniel Harper towered above her, his blue eyes veiled in desperation."You don't understand, Eliana. My dad—he's dead." His words were a growl, the words cutting through the air like the fine tooth of a blade.Eliana's swallow was concrete in her throat. "What do you mean?"Nathaniel sucked a rough breath into his chest, standing on the muscles in the back of his neck. "Vincent. My second. He's hunting me. Hunting you." His jaw hardened. "My father wants me to hurt. And he'll start with you."A chill ran through Eliana's body. As she thought about her answer, her ears picked up a voice that conquered the tension in the room.“I’d love to see him try Damian.”Damian Wolfe.Eliana had just time to see him leaning against the doorframe of the hospital room. His
The stillness of the hospital corridor had seemed so alien from the tempest of thoughts racing through Eliana's head. She sat with her elbows on her knees and fists clenched firmly together along the edge of a waiting-room chair.All this happened too suddenly yesterday.Damian Wolfe rested in his bed at the hospital, injured but recovering. Nathaniel Harper had defied his father and stood by her. And William Harper—cruel, killing, harsh—still existed, patiently waiting.She gasped sharply, trying to calm down.And then, in the midst of familiar quiet that was habitual, a voice interrupted."So… who's it going to be?"Eliana turned her head to look up at Sabrina Auburn looming over her, arms crossed, the wicked glint in her icy eyes.Eliana frowned. "What am I saying?"Sabrina chuckled, tilting her head to one side. "Come on, Eliana. I'm not dim. Two handsome, seriously sexy males hovering around you like wolves, ready to tear each other apart into shreds? It's practically a bloody mov
William spat out a bitter laugh. "Luck had nothing to do with it."The doctor hesitated. "You need rest. Pushing yourself—"William's glare cut him off. "I don't have time for rest."The physician huffed but nodded and left the room.William beside him, he placed a call on his phone.A mechanical voice answered. "Yes?"Harper in steel tones. "I want them all killed."There was a man in a suit beside him, tension in his shoulders. His voice even, controlled. "Understood. But. Your son, sir, is Nathaniel."William's fists were fists. Searing pain lightninged across his side, but he didn't care. He'd been shot once. He'd bled before. That wasn't paining him.Betrayal was.His own blood betrayed him.His own son.William's lips twisted into a sneer-grimace. "Not anymore."The man staggered. "Sir—"William's tone was icy. "I do not care how much it costs. I want them dead. All of them."There was silence. Then finally, a gentle, "Understood."The door closed with a crash.William took a sh
Nathaniel Harper stood in the dark of the hospital room, his fists clenched.The doctor had closed them into this small space, forcing them to confront each other in the intimate light of the bedside lamp.Years of their past hanging between them like a gauntlet.Damian spoke the first word softly."Trust you?" His voice was harsh, from pain and anger. "After all your family's done?"Nathaniel didn't blink. "I did not choose my name."Damian snorted with a bitter laugh. "No, but you damn well profited for years on it."Nathaniel's breath came harshly. "And now I'm suffering for defying it."Damian's glacial stare cut through him, searching for deceit.He was seeking to uncover a coward.A traitor.But what he did uncover instead?A man who'd lost everything.Nathaniel's voice lowered, a rough tone edging in. "William won't quit. You know that."Damian's jaw was locked. "Yeah. I know."Nathaniel paused, then moved closer. "Then let me help."Damian laughed. "Help? The last time I trust