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
The words struck Benedict like a thunderclap, making him silent for a moment. She spoke in a voice trembling with anger and pain as she continued speaking with her arms folded tightly across her chest, as if trying to protect herself from the burden of confession."Our baby died long ago," she said, her tone icy but laced with pain.Benedict's eyes opened wide as if all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest tightened. "What are you saying, Sabrina?" he managed to choke out.Her voice grew cold as she remembered the painful memory. "The moment I left that house and saw you with her—having sex in our bedroom—something inside me broke. I was pregnant, Benedict, but you didn't even notice. I was carrying your child, and that night… I lost everything."Benedict took a step back, as if the words had actually hit him.The words struck Benedict like a thunderclap, making him silent for a moment. She spoke in a voice trembling with anger and pain as she continued speaking with her a
Benedict's heart sank as Sabrina's words hit him like a freight train. He reached out, his voice pleading, desperate for any ounce of hope. "Sabrina, please. I need to know the truth. Are you sure? Are you really telling me our child is gone forever?Sabrina halted where she was, her back still turned on him, but stiffness crept into her body at his words. She inhaled sharply, steadying herself, that pain so raw even years after it.I am not lying, Benedict," she said in a low but very filled tone by the years of brokenness within her. "Our child is dead. The moment I walked out, you shattered everything: my heart, our future, and yes, our baby, too.His words felt like acid in his chest. He stood there, trying to wrap his head around the reality of it all, as if the world was crumbling in on itself around him."I never wanted this Sabrina," he rasped, moving closer, his eyes filled with anguish that would not be held back. "I never wanted to lose you. I never wanted to lose our child
Sabrina stood by the wall, her eyes fixed on Benedict as the conversation weighed in the air between them. Confusion, anguish, and remorse twisted his face—something she wanted to see and couldn't find peace over because of the weight of her past with him. He had been the reason that reshaped her life; the scars of betrayal were something she carried over the years. Now that she stood on the other side of it all, having watched him crushed by the consequences of his actions, her heart felt a fulfillment it had never known before. I’m sorry, my little Saben, she thought quietly to herself, her gaze softening as she remembered the life she had built with her son. But this is for your dad. He needs to feel what he's done. The lies, the betrayals. Sabrina's fingers curled hard around the rim of her glass, her mind snaring on her own feelings. She would not drag Saben into this sick dance with Benedict. Her son was her life, and he would never know the ache of the past. But Benedict? He ha
Benedict sat in his office, the weight of Sabrina's words pressing heavily on his chest. With every revelation-be it his wife's pregnancy and then the tragic loss of their child-the pain didn't seem to move in any other direction in his mind; he had an ache he couldn't escape.Holding onto this pain, he took his phone and called a number he knew better than any other. His mother, Teresa, answered after the first ring."Benedict," she greeted warmly. "It's late. What's wrong?"There was a long pause before Benedict finally spoke, his voice heavy with emotion. "Mother, I… I saw Sabrina tonight."Teresa's tone shifted instantly, a mix of curiosity and concern. "Sabrina? Where? How is she?""At the St. Laurent Hotel," Benedict said. "She was there for an investor's meeting. She looked… strong, confident. But…" His voice broke as he tried to find the words."But what, Benedict?" Teresa pushed, her anxiety increasing.Benedict shook out his breath shakily, his heart weighted with grief and
"Actions really do speak louder than words, Benedict. It's always hard to remember that sometimes the hardest truths are the ones we need to face. Being honest is not just about speaking your mind; it is to feel it in your bones and let that lead your actions. And let her see that you have changed, not for her but for yourself."Benedict clenched his fists, determination settling. "I'll start with honesty. But that's not an end. I'll take up a fight for myself-even if it takes forever to prove myself worthy enough."Teresa looked on at him with a pinch of pride and concern. "Then don't waste any further time, Benedict. There is no pause in the clock for any of us."As Benedict stood there, preparing to leave, the spark of purpose flickered back into him. For the first time in years, he had a direction—a chance, however slim, to make things right. And he wasn't going to let it slip away.She went inside in her beautiful Parisian abode, composure unwrapping the moment the door creaked s
Benedict sat alone in his office, the heavy burden of his decisions weighing him down. His mind was a tornado of emotions that all came from the chance meeting with Sabrina at the event of the investor. Every word she uttered, every look she flung at him felt like an open wound that would never heal. But there was even more to what caused the stir in his being: the possibility that he might have a son—his child. A feeling of regret, and longing, and hope began to stir within him.He had vowed within himself to do whatever it took to make things right, but first, he needed to know the truth. Was that child hers? Was it really his?The thought of Sabrina's son haunted him. He knew he could not change what was done; perhaps he might still be able to redeem himself, prove himself as the man she once believed in. But before any of that, he had to know where Sabrina was, and if that child was his.Tucking the restlessness in his heart, he picked up the phone and dialed his mother's number.
Saben reclined against the soft couch, arms crossed. He wore an unreadable face, but a characteristic tension in his jaws betrayed his irritation. Next to him sat Eliana with her hands in her lap, her fingers quivering with indignation. She was angry. No, worse!Nathaniel Harper had crossed the line—once again.Their parents, Benedict Thompson and Sabrina Auburn, flanked them on either side, their expressions a mix of concern and chilly anger. But the true powers to be had in the room were their grandmothers: Wendy Taylor, the tough-as-nails businesswoman who had built her own empire from scratch; Teresa Thompson, whose lightning-fast thinking and strategic brilliance had taken their family businesses to dizzying new heights; and Leila Auburn, the elegant and calculating matriarch who had seen and survived every kind of business rivalry under the sun.They had all just returned from a month's yacht cruise, anticipating a serene homecoming—only to find themselves welcomed back by yet a
"And you wasted precious time!" Eliana lost it. "You don't make executive choices without me!" Nathaniel shrugged. "You were too slow. I acted."Eliana's face turned red. "Too slow? Do you even listen to yourself? This isn't all about you, Harper! This is about an entire company, employees, deadlines, distributors! You think you can just waltz in here and play God?"Nathaniel's jaw tightened very slightly. "I don't play, Eliana. I win.""Fine. At what cost?" Saben snapped. "Because from my point of view, you're nothing but a self-centered, manipulative—""Enough," Eliana interrupted him, holding up a hand. She turned to look at Nathaniel again, her voice cold now. "Fix it. Whatever you did, fix it. Now."Nathaniel relaxed once more, looking at her. "No."Eliana's eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?"Nathaniel's smile returned, his voice infuriatingly serene. "I told you no. The changes are already implemented, and believe me, they're better. You'll thank me later."Eliana let out a laugh tha
Eliana stormed into Nathaniel's office, her heels snapping ungentlely on the marble floor. She was hot with blood, anger radiating off of her in waves. She slapped a folder onto his desk, making him glance up from behind his papers with an infuriatingly calm face.Nathaniel raised a brow. "Good morning to you, too, Princess."Eliana pointed a finger at the folder. "Explain. Now."Nathaniel reclined in his seat, looking disinterestedly at the folder and then at her glare. "You'll have to be clearer, sweetheart. I ruin plenty of things on purpose or accidentally."Her face tightened. "Don't try to act dumb with me, Harper. You specifically held back the shipment of our primary material, and now the production has fallen behind. Do you understand what that is?!Nathaniel smiled. "That you'll need to count on me even more?"Eliana growled almost. "That we're going to miss deadlines, lose credibility, and cost a small fortune in penalties!"Nathaniel let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Eliana. S
Eliana's phone beeped on her desk, and she checked the message. Her heart beat rapidly as she read it: Nathaniel Harper had negotiated a exclusive contract with one of their providers for Sabrina Ultra. She felt her anger rising."Are you serious Nathaniel?" she snarled, slamming her hand against the desk. "This is not possible!She stormed into the factory office, her heels clicking in the silence. Nathaniel looked up, surprised. Fury raged inside her, contained almost as she left a thick folder on the desk before Nathaniel Harper.Nathaniel did not even flinch. Nathaniel had not even flinched it rather his back relaxed against his chair. Neatly coiled arms over his chest and still wore that damn same irritating smile on his face. "Well, well. You look disturbed, Princess."Eliana's nails dug into her palms. "You signed an exclusive agreement with our vendors?"Nathaniel nodded his head, playing dumb. "Oh, that? It's business, sweetheart."Her blood pressure came racing up. "Don't yo
Eliana had managed crises for years. Delays in the supply chain, faulty products, high-pressure investor meetings—she'd mastered them all with cold efficiency.Nothing, however, pushed her patience to its limits like Nathaniel Harper.She stood in the middle of the factory floor, arms folded, as employees scrambled around her, checking the five hundred faulty units that had brought the whole schedule into disarray.Nathaniel, naturally, by her side with his telltale smirk, observing everything as if this was his own soap opera."Gotta say, Princess," Nathaniel said, leaning in with a tilt of his head. "I didn't think your business had such a huge screw-up. I thought you had a tight ship."Eliana gritted her teeth. "I do have a tight ship. But even the best operations have hiccups."Nathaniel whistled. "Interesting. Because if this occurred in my firm, heads would already be rolling by now."She glared at him. "We don't fix things by firing people willy-nilly. Unlike some companies, we
He nodded at Nathaniel as he left and then ran for the door. "Good luck getting along with her, Harper."Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, I don't need luck. I like it."Eliana tossed a napkin in his direction. "Get back to work!"Nathaniel snatched it out of the air. "Yes, boss."As Saben walked through the doors, Nathaniel leaned on the table and observed as Eliana tore into her food."So… gonna thank me for making your day interesting?"Eliana glared at him, face as flat as a board. "I'm going to throw this hot soup at you."Nathaniel grinned, hands up in defeat. "I'll assume that's a no Eliana."Despite her disdain for saying it, Eliana couldn't help but let the tiniest curl of her lips.Because, despite everything—despite the mess, the fights, and the ever-present arguing—she knew something.This war between them?It was hardly over.And maybe, maybe she didn't care at all.Inside the factory, the workers were busy sorting the merchandise for bulk shipment. Cartons of designer handbags we
The next morning, Eliana drove to the Sabrina Ultra plant in front of her car in an ill-temper. She didn't feel like she was up for handling him.After last night's nightmare of the missing shipments—and the horror of having to work alongside Nathaniel Harper—she barely slept at all. Not out of fear. No. But from the smirking man's face and obnoxious voice going round and round in her head like a broken record.She shook her head. Forget it. Concentrate, Eliana.Taking a big breath, Eliana stepped across the factory doors, her shoes clicking on the gleaming concrete floor.And there Nathaniel was.Nathaniel Harper, standing against the loading docks, looking infuriatingly serene with his arms crossed, wearing a sleek navy blue suit that was too handsome for a man so infuriating.The instant he saw her, his signature smirk appeared."Good morning, Princess. Sleep well?"Eliana shook her head. "Not that it's any of yours, but yeah, I did. You know, unlike you, I have a job to get to."
Early the following morning, Eliana drove up to the factory in a crisp navy-blue business suit, her heels clicking against the ground as she got out of the car. Nathaniel was already present, resting against his brand new black sports car, the smile on his face enraging."You're late, Princess," Nathaniel slurred when she got near.Eliana snorted, adjusting her blazer. "I'm on time. Perhaps you're just too early because you have nothing better to do."Nathaniel grinned, jamming his hands into his pockets. "Or perhaps I just enjoy seeing you hurry about like a madwoman."She shot him a look. "I wasn't panicking.""Refresh your memory, of course," he announced, pushing open the factory door with a flourish and bowing courtly. "After you, Your Grumpiness Royal."Eliana raised an eyebrow but trailed behind, surrounded by the smell of leather and whine of machinery whirring. Laborers scurried to prepare the newest shipping line out into the world.She strolled along the assembly line, taki
Eliana opened the door to her family mansion with a push of the front entrance, fatigue sitting upon her as heavily as an anchor. The moment she set foot inside, home enveloped her in welcome comfort—the scent of food preparation, the muted hum of television, and laughter spilling through from the living room. And then, suddenly, someone hailed."And there she is—the great Eliana Thompson, grumpy and emitting the aura of a thousand boardroom battles." Eliana groaned. No way. Sprawled on the couch was her elder brother Saben, a bowl of popcorn between his knees, a really smug grin dawning upon his face."Not now, Saben," snarled Eliana, kicking her heels off and massaging her temples. Oh no, no, no," Saben said, sitting up."I need to know what happened. You look like you've been through a war… and lost." Eliana gave him a glare. "For your information, I did fight a war, and I am winning." Saben shoved a piece of popcorn into his mouth and smirked."Uh-huh. And does this war include a