FLORA'S POV I had spent nearly the entire day in the kitchen, sweating over a stove. This wasn’t just any meal; this was the Kensington family memorial feast. Cooking was my therapy, my happy place—unless I was doing it for people who saw me as the human equivalent of a smudge on their designer shoes. But this time, I was determined to blow their heads off, even if they would probably still complain that the soufflé wasn’t fluffy enough. Jayden’s family began to file into the dining room, taking their places around the long, intimidating table that looked like it belonged in some Gothic castle. Today marked the first anniversary of Mr. Kensington’s passing, Jayden’s grandfather. The old man had died of heart failure, though, knowing this family, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had faked it just to escape their company. The Kensingtons were loaded—like, "buy a small island without blinking" loaded—and they had never accepted me as anything more than the gardener’s daughter
FLORA’S POV The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, there he was—Jayden, standing like an angry statue by the doorway. His face was twisted in fury, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. Before I could even say a word, he barged into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “What was the meaning of that last night?” he barked; his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. I stared at him like he had just sprouted a second head. Seriously, had he finally lost it? Folding my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Jay. Why don’t you tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You left the party and locked yourself in here just because you saw me and Melissa in the room?” I couldn’t help the sarcastic chuckle that escaped my lips. “Oh, you make it sound so simple, Jay. I walked in on you and your ex making out on our matrimonial bed. What did you expect? For me to hand you both a round of applause?” “If you had let me exp
FLORA’S POV "Well, well, if it isn’t the Kensington housewife," Melissa sneered, leaning against the wall like she owned the place. Her designer outfit screamed sophistication, and that smug expression plastered on her face made me want to disappear into the floor—or better yet, shove her into a broom closet. "What are you doing here, Flora? Delivering Jayden's lunch like a good little servant?" I clenched my fists, mentally counting to ten. Reacting to Melissa was like giving a toddler a sugar high—she thrived on it. "I’m here to see my husband," I said, my voice calm and composed, though inside, I felt like a shaken soda can ready to explode. Melissa’s eyes gleamed with malice as she straightened from the wall. "Husband?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Oh, honey, is that what you call him after you trapped him in that pathetic excuse of a marriage? Everyone knows you’re nothing more than a glorified nanny in his life." My cheeks burned with embarrassment, bu
FLORA’S POV “What the fuck!” Jayden’s voice sliced through my sleep like a sharp blade, jarring me awake, but I kept my eyes closed, hoping if I stayed still long enough, he would go away. But he started tapping my leg, each tap more insistent than the last. With a sigh, I finally opened my eyes and met his gaze—his face was a mix of fury and disbelief. “You’re still sleeping?” His tone was harsh, almost accusatory, like I had committed some great crime by daring to stay in bed by this time. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow. “What is it, Jay?” I asked, even though I knew exactly why he was waking me up. “You should be awake, picking out my outfit for work.” His words were clipped, the frustration evident. “I told you I’ve got an important meeting today, Flora.” I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. I knew what I was about to say wouldn’t go over well, but I was done letting it slide. “You didn’t tell me an
JAYDEN’S POV ‘I want a divorce.’ Those four words had been running laps in my head all morning, like some mental marathon I didn’t sign up for. Since Flora dropped that bomb on me, I couldn't shake the thought. How? How could she want to walk away from everything now? I paced my office restlessly, trying to piece together what the hell went wrong. This wasn’t just a personal mess—it was a business nightmare waiting to happen. If things got ugly, it would blow up in our faces, and the company would take a hit too. I couldn’t afford a scandal at this moment. My mother would disown me before she let that happen. And, honestly, I wasn’t ready to lose Flora. She had grown on me, like an old habit I didn’t know I would miss until it was gone. I hadn’t exactly been eager to marry her at first, but after three years, marriage does something to a man. Flora—well, she’s a good woman. Obedient, hardworking, humble. She’s never in my way, never seeking the spotlight, and most importantly
ALEX’S POV “I’m just tired of these women thinking they can snag a piece of my fortune. Do they even marry me for love?" I grumbled, heading over to my wine storage. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pulled two glasses down, and started pouring. “Three divorces in four years. I mean, come on, that’s insane, right?” David, sprawled out comfortably in front of me, grinned like he found my misery somewhat amusing. “Your fantasies are what’s crazy, man. These women aren’t lining up to be subdued, you know?” I handed him a glass, shaking my head. “I’m not forcing them into anything.” I poured generously into my own glass. “I lay it all out, upfront. They know exactly what they’re signing up for. So why do they bail after just a year? It’s like they hit an expiration date.” David knocked back his drink in one go, barely tasting it. “This is exactly why I’ve stayed single. I’m not getting dragged into that kind of circus.” David had been my closest friend for as long as I can remember. Eve
FLORA’S POV I was downright baffled when someone from Le Jardin—one of the most expensive restaurants in Rockshire showed up at the Kensington estate with a food delivery. Apparently, it was my husband’s order. Now, I had never had the pleasure of tasting their gourmet meals, though I had always been curious. Maybe I even daydreamed about it. I almost texted Jayden to ask why the servants were suddenly arranging and decorating the dining table like we were hosting royalty. And why he felt the need to drop a small fortune on restaurant food when we had a fully staffed kitchen. But then I remembered—he stopped replying to my texts ages ago. Honestly, why bother? For all I knew, it could’ve been another Kensington family dinner, where everyone gets together to blatantly judge the rest of Rockshire. Frankly, I wasn’t up for it tonight. I was already preparing to fake an illness, maybe something dramatic enough to keep me locked away in the bedroom while they critiqued the world on
FLORA’S POV The next morning, I woke up later than usual, dragging myself into what had once been our room—mine and Jayden’s. I needed to gather a few things before I finally walked out of the Kensington estate for good. Thankfully, Jayden wasn’t in there. The last thing I wanted was to face his half-hearted, “I’m sorry, babe” apology attempt, which would barely qualify as an apology. Last night, I had locked myself in the guest room, cried until I fell asleep. And not those cute, single-tear movie sobs either—it was the ugly kind of crying that leaves you exhausted. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I cried so hard. Maybe it was because I knew it was the last time I would shed any tears over my soon-to-be ex-husband and his unbearable family. Even though I was the one asking for the divorce, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I had loved Jayden for so long—aside from my dad, he was the only man I ever truly cared for. And yet, here I was, realizing he had been cheating on me with
FLORA’S POV I knew I was deluding myself the moment I bolted from the party, thinking I could outpace Alex and avoid him altogether. But of course, Alex was Alex, he didn’t let things go. His footsteps followed me down the stairs, even as I slipped off my heels and made a desperate attempt to disappear into the night. Jayden’s words shouldn't matter, especially those about the scandalous relationship between us, but somehow, they kept repeating in my head. Maybe this thing with Alex, whatever it was, needed to stop before it spiraled completely out of control. I can’t keep getting caught up in sordid affairs with older unavailable men. “Flora! Stop right there!” Alex’s voice thundered behind me as I darted into a dimly lit alley. But I didn’t plan to stop. I didn’t even know where I was headed; anywhere but away from him. As I heard his footsteps come closer, I took to my heels, and he chased after me. “I swear to God, Flora, I will punish you thoroughly for this!” His voice w
FLORA’S POV I met a few more people who were amazed by my presence. Before I was done talking to all those people, I felt better. As much as Cynthia’s little stunt earlier had rattled me, I wasn’t going to let one snooty wine heiress ruin my night. So, I let myself unwind and even flirted a little with some of the younger, single men. Every now and then, I felt Alex’s gaze on me. His eyes lingered just long enough to send a shiver down my spine, but he didn’t approach me. Instead, he remained engaged in conversation with Cynthia and the older man who had joined their little group earlier. After a while, the energy began to wane, and I found myself craving a quiet moment. As the music slowed and couples began to fill the dance floor, I slipped away to the rail overlooking the city skyline, still clutching the glass of champagne I had been nursing since the night began. “Can I have this dance, Ms. Roberts?” The smooth and familiar voice startled me. I spun around, and there he
FLORA’S POV “If that isn’t the charismatic Alexander Lee Bennett,” a sultry female voice chimed behind us, rich with amusement and laced with a faint accent. I felt Alex stiffen beside me, his grip on my hand tightening ever so slightly before he turned toward the source of the voice. I followed his gaze, my curiosity piqued, and my eyes met a piercing deep blue gaze staring into mine with a smirk. She looked stunning, and from her poise and the way she clutched her wine glass, I could tell she had been in this game for a long time. She was breathtaking, the kind of woman whose entire existence screamed old money, designer labels, and boarding school poise. Everything about her, her sleek, raven hair and her perfectly lined crimson lips, looked polished to perfection. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place her face. “Cynthia,” Alex said with forced cheerfulness as he strode toward her. I watched as they exchanged kisses on the cheek, the kind of cheek kiss rich peo
ALEX’S POV “Are you nervous?” I asked as I stepped out and opened the car door for Flora, offering her my hand. She shook her head far too quickly, avoiding my gaze. “Not at all.” Liar. I could read her like an open book. Her fingers had trembled on the ride here, betraying the calm front she wore like armor. She had no idea just how much I noticed, every sigh, every nervous fidget, every time her teeth worried that soft bottom lip. One thing Flora doesn’t know about me is that I’m very observant, especially towards people I care about. And I care about Flora—a lot. And then there was that dress. Jesus Christ, that red sequin gown had me spiraling. It hugged every one of her curves as though it was custom-made to drive me insane. The slit up the side teased just enough of her smooth thigh to make my brain short-circuit. All the way to this goddamn event, I had been battling the overwhelming urge to pull her into my lap and take her right there in the backseat. I had been ro
FLORA’S POV As soon as I stepped out of the interview room, Vicky was waiting, her warm smile as radiant as ever. In one hand, she held a steaming mug of coffee, which she extended toward me. “Come here, my good luck charm,” she said, spreading her arms wide. I couldn’t help but return her smile as I walked into her embrace. The soft patting on my back was soothing, grounding me after the whirlwind of interviews and public appearances. “How was that interview?” she asked once we pulled apart, her eyes scanning my face with genuine interest. “It was... refreshing,” I replied as we started walking out of the building. Trailing behind us were her assistant and a couple of bodyguards. Vicky nodded approvingly. “Your story is inspiring, Flora. You’re now the new face of fashion in Rockshire. I knew you were a diamond the very first day I saw you, and I’m so glad you proved me right.” Her words sent warmth flooding through me. “Thank you, Vicky. I’m truly grateful for the opportu
MELISSA’S POV Five Days Later… “Miss Roberts, congratulations on such an incredible debut! Your designs were a showstopper and left the audience in awe, and your decision to walk the runway yourself was such a bold move. What inspired you to take on that challenge?" The interviewer’s voice droned from the TV. I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly stayed in the back of my head. Flora's smug smile on the screen was the cherry on top of the torture. She thought she was so clever, didn’t she? Riding on the back of pity to catapult herself into the limelight. Jayden, sitting beside me on the couch, leaned forward like a lovesick puppy. "Thank you so much!” Flora began. "To be honest, it wasn’t part of the plan at all. The day before the event, I found out my signature piece had been sabotaged. It was devastating. Someone had destroyed my dress, and all my sketches had been wiped from my system. To make things worse, my model called in sick just hours before the show." Jayden sighe
FLORA’S POV There was silence in the room for a while. Maybe Alex had finally come to realize the truth—that I wasn’t the perfect person he thought I was. I couldn’t bear the thought of setting myself up for disappointment. Sure, I basked in his praises, but deep down, I knew he could never see me as anything more than his Sub. Whatever we had was transactional, wasn’t it? And I didn’t want to delude myself otherwise, knowing the caliber of person he was. Especially after what happened with Jayden. “Jesus Christ,” Alex muttered, breaking the silence as he removed the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked rapidly, the sudden light making my vision blur. My gaze dropped to the space between us, avoiding his eyes like they were molten lava. But Alex wasn’t having it. His hand cupped my face, tilting my chin upward. “Give me your eyes, Flora,” he commanded. I obeyed, locking my gaze with his piercing amber eyes. “You are perfect,” he said firmly, like he was stating a universal truth.
FLORA’S POV I knew the answer he wanted to hear, but deep within, I wasn’t convinced I was perfect at all. Before I could answer, my phone began to ring, shattering the charged silence. Alex sighed and eased off the bed, and I waited with bated breath. “Can I at least answer my phone?” I asked. “No, you can’t,” Alex growled. There was silence for a moment before he added, “Your mom is calling.” My heart skipped a beat. Of course, she was calling. Alex had dragged me away so suddenly I hadn’t even had a chance to see my mom and sister. “Hello?” Alex said into the phone. “Hi,” my mother’s familiar voice floated through the speaker. “Can I speak to Flo?” “Oh, Flora is kind of busy right now,” Alex said, and I could imagine his wicked grin in my direction. “She’s, uh... got herself a punishment.” My jaw dropped. My mother’s silence on the other end spoke volumes. My chest tightened with tension as my brain scrambled to decode what Alex had just said, and what Mom might be imagi
FLORA’S POV Alex didn’t speak to me until we arrived at his place. Luckily, it was empty since Clarissa and the other housekeepers had left. He got out of the car, strode over to my side, and opened my door with a precision that only added to my confusion. Before I could ask what was happening, he lifted me off the ground, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. My stomach clenched in both fear and excitement. “What are you doing?” I asked, half-laughing, half-nervous. “Keep shut,” he growled, his voice was low and commanding. He carried me through the house, up the stairs with quick strides. I expected him to stop at his bedroom, but instead, he pushed the door to his infamous red room open. Before I could process it, I was tossed onto the bed, the softness of the sheets did little to cushion the shock of the moment. Alex loomed above me with a look masked with anger. “It’s time to get what you deserve, Flora.” His large hands grabbed my ankles and yanked me to