I stood frozen in place, unable to believe who I was staring at.“Simeon,” I muttered, the name slipping from my lips almost involuntarily.He smirked, a lazy, cocky grin that I remembered all too well. “I'm surprised you remember me, Sheila. I thought you must have forgotten by now; pleased to know that you still remember.”How could I ever forget? The chaos, the tension he brought with him the very first time I met him—who would forget that so easily?I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What are you doing here?”Simeon leaned back casually against the wall, crossing his arms with a bored look on his face. “I was bored. Thought I’d come by and see if we could finish our interesting, unfinished conversation from the other night.”“Bored? You’re here just because you’re bored?”He shrugged. “Of course. And as I mentioned earlier, you and I didn’t exactly finish our last conversation. I thought we could, yo
Fiona’s POVLiving under the same roof with Stevenson had become something else, almost unbearable, as we hardly spoke anymore. Every day, we went about our business, treating each other as housemates, and most of the time, pretending the other didn’t exist. I had no intention of doing anything for him after the way he humiliated me the day he returned. I was sure the servants overheard us yelling; it was pretty hard to miss. Since then, the house had become a battleground of silence.What bothered me more lately was Phoebe. I had been trying to reach her since the day before yesterday, after she and Antonio left. I needed to make sure she was alright, but she hadn’t been picking up. Today, I decided to try again. When I dialed her number, I was glad when she finally picked up.“Phoebe, darling! How are you doing? Why haven't you been answering your calls?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“I'm sorry, Mom. I'v
Stevenson's POVI heard Fiona’s loud shriek, and I quickly rushed to the front door to find out what was going on.My heart raced as I reached her side, instinctively stepping in front of her, shielding her from whatever—or whoever—was standing on the other side.A tall, broad-shouldered man was in the doorway with a confused maid, a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His face stretched into a smile, but there was something off about it.“Who are you?” I asked coldly as I scanned him from head to toe. Why did the security guards allow a stranger into my house?The man chuckled lightly and stretched out his hand toward me. “Hi, I'm Caspian,” he said smoothly. “I’m Fiona’s cousin. I just came into town.”I didn’t take his hand. Instead, I glanced at Fiona, who still stood frozen behind me. Her eyes widened slightly as if she had just seen a ghost. The maid that answered the door took this opportunity to leave while I questio
Fiona’s POVI heaved a sigh of relief the second Stevenson walked out of the door and slammed the door. It took everything in me to act so tough and hard with him.If I had fidgeted or faltered for even a second, he would’ve noticed immediately. His eyes missed nothing. But now, back to the matter at hand. Caspian... Caspian was here. In my house! How was that even possible?I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my cool, though inside, my heart was beating faster with anxiety and fear.What exactly was he doing here? And more importantly, why now?First thing first, I took a deep breath and called for Gia. When she came to the room, I began instructing her on what to do.“Gia, I need you to prepare the guest room down the hallway for Caspian. And tell one of the maids to keep him entertained with whatever he asks for.”Gia hesitated for a second, then answered, “Ma’am, Mr. Caspian has already reque
Stevenson’s POVLater that day…….“She’s got the audacity, Shepherd. The audacity to bring that... that cousin of hers into my house. After I clearly told her I didn't want him around!”I took a shot of my drink and gulped it all at once, feeling so angry and frustrated. Shepherd raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip from his beer. “You’re sure this Caspian guy is her cousin? I mean…women these days that are out for revenge can't be fully trusted.”I knew what Shepherd was hinting at and initially, I had the same thought as well.“I called one of Fiona’s sisters, the one she's very close to, and she confirmed knowing Caspian. But I still don't want him in my house. He's staying under my roof like he owns the place. I’m worried that soon, he and Fiona will start ganging up against me in my own house and someday, I might just lose full control of my home.”Shepherd chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Control, huh? You’ve b
Sheila’s POV Andrew and I walked down the stairs together, hand in hand as we headed to the dining room. Mom was waiting for us, already seated at the table with her warm smile. She saw us coming and couldn't help but tease, “You love birds have finally decided to grace us with your presence. What took you so long?” she asked teasingly. I smiled and greeted, “Good morning, Mom.” Andrew raised my hand and brought it to his lips. “I enjoy seeing the face of my lovely wife first thing in the morning before I start my day. Today I couldn't just get enough of her.” Then he turned to Mom, “Good morning, Ma.” Mom blushed like a schoolgirl when she heard Andrew's romantic response and said to him, “Good morning, dear. You both are really lucky to have each other.” Andrew pulled out a chair for me, and we sat down. The servants brought out breakfast within a few minutes, and we all starte
Phoebe’s POV"Based on last quarter’s numbers, we can increase production by at least 15%, which will open the door to new markets," Antonio explained. He pointed at the chart in front of him, barely glancing at it. "That’s where we need to focus—expansion in the eastern region. The demand is there."One of the clients, a middle-aged man with graying hair, nodded thoughtfully. “Antonio, if we move forward with the expansion, do you have the infrastructure ready to support it?”“We’re already two steps ahead,” Antonio replied proudly. “The groundwork is being laid as we speak, and within the next month, we'll be at full capacity.”Another client, a younger man, looked intrigued. “And what about competition? We’ve been hearing that others are trying to break into that market.”Antonio smiled, a slight smirk that I had seen countless times. “Let them try. We’ve secured key partnerships, and by the time they get their foot in the do
Phoebe’s POV“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I can’t just—”“Get out,” Antonio repeated, his eyes hard. “I expect you back home in an hour.”I looked at him, utterly shocked. “But you’ve taken everything from me! I don’t have money to take a cab home, I don’t have my phone. How am I supposed to get home?”“That’s your problem,” he replied coldly. “This is your punishment for flirting with a client.”“But I wasn’t!” I exclaimed, frustrated, and pleaded, “Please, Antonio, don’t do this.”He shoved me out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. The car sped off, leaving me alone on the side of the road.I looked around, feeling utterly lost and confused. *What did I do to deserve this?* Right at that moment, it started to rain.Of course, it did—as if the universe wanted to rub salt into my wound. I stood there for a moment, feeling the rain soak through my clothes, wondering how I ended up he