"God help her if she’s not dressed yet," he muttered angrily, throwing open the door to his office.She sat in his chair, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city's skyline. Her casual demeanor infuriated him, and in a surge of anger, he stormed over, roughly grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to her feet. "You're hurting me!" she cried out in pain."No, this is nothing compared to what I should actually be doing to you," Sinjin snarled, his grip tightening. "What the hell is wrong with you?!""You're what's wrong with me!" she shot back, her voice sharp with frustration. "You just couldn't resist marrying that woman, could you?""Excuse me?" Sinjin hissed, his tone dangerously low."I wasn't joking when I said I want you," she said boldly, placing a hand on his chest. "You could do so much better than someone like Edselyn Moore."Sinjin released her as though her touch had scalded him. "You're lucky you're a woman, Adella," he growled. "Other
Sinjin knew Eds hadn't come home before he even stepped through the door, and a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The house was eerily quiet for a Friday, as the boys were spending the weekend with Kyle."Welcome home, sir," Mrs. Bale greeted him in the hallway, stepping forward to take his coat and laptop bag."Is my wife home?" Sinjin asked, a trace of hope in his voice."She's not back yet, sir," Mrs. Bale replied politely. "You mentioned I shouldn't prepare dinner tonight. Should I still go ahead with that?"Sinjin sighed, shaking his head. "No, that hasn't changed. I'll just give her a call and check on her. She's probably still at work." He answered."Very well, sir." Mrs. Bale nodded and left him.Sinjin pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, unlocked it, and dialed Eds' number, holding the phone to his ear as it began to ring. Eds usually answered on the first ring, but this time, the call went to voicemail. With a deep sigh, he tried Sande's number. She answered after
Adella was startled when she saw Sande standing outside her door as she checked the intercom. As she unlocked and opened the door, she briefly wondered what had brought Sande there, but her confusion deepened when Sande brusquely shoved past her without saying a word."Please, make yourself at home," Adella quipped sarcastically as she closed the door. "What's with the attitude?" she asked, turning toward Sande."Why did you really ask to catch up last night?" Sande shot back, her tone sharp. "And think carefully before you lie."Adella folded her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said coolly. "I just missed my friend and wanted to see her. Is that a crime?"Sande let out a bitter laugh. "A crime?" she repeated in disbelief, eyes fixed on Adella. "You have the nerve to ask me that, after what you pulled?"Adella's expression remained calm, though her tone dripped with mock innocence. "What exactly did I do?" she asked. "Did I steal som
Lex was stunned when he opened the door to greet Sande, only for her to collapse into his arms, sobbing as if her world had fallen apart. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her hair while trying to make sense of what could have happened to shatter his fierce, strong girlfriend like this. Her tears quickly soaked through his shirt, but he carefully nudged the door shut with his foot, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa. There, he settled her in his lap, holding her close as she continued to cry. She had mentioned visiting Adella earlier, but now he knew something must have gone terribly wrong to break her down this way. Sande was the toughest person he knew, and whatever had happened with Adella must have been devastating."Let it all out, sweetheart," Lex murmured softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "I'm here for you."After five minutes, Sande's sobs finally began to subside. She wiped her tears and sniffled, her ch
Lex rolled off Sande and lay beside her, pulling her close as he kissed her forehead before tugging the covers over them both. Her eyes were shut, but he could tell she wasn’t asleep, and that made him smile.“Do you feel better now?” he asked softly.Sande opened her eyes and tilted her head to meet his gaze, smiling warmly. “Much better,” she replied."Good," he said, though his tone carried a hint of uncertainty. "Because there's something I want to ask you."Curiosity flickered in Sande's eyes. "What is it?""We've been together for over two years now," Lex began, his voice wavering slightly. "And I was wondering... have you ever thought about the future?"Sande furrowed her brow, a little confused. "The future? What about it?"Lex hesitated for a moment before continuing. "We’re not getting any younger. I think... maybe we should start thinking about what comes next, you know? Planning for the future."Sande sat up, her movements prompting him to follow suit. She cupped his face,
Eds noticed that Sande repeatedly declined the incoming call on her phone without even checking who it was. Though Eds had a hunch about the caller's identity, she didn't want to pry. When the phone rang yet again, Sande finally answered, pressing it to her ear."What part of 'I don't want to talk to you ever again' didn't you understand, Adella?" Sande snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "I have nothing more to say to you."Eds watched as Sande's irritation quickly escalated into fury, culminating in her slamming her fist against the table."Don't you dare go near Lex!" Sande commanded fiercely. "No!"Eds, well-acquainted with Sande's temper, had seen grown men shrink back in fear from her wrath. She imagined that Adella was fortunate not to be standing in front of Sande right now—she might have taken a swing at her."I'll file a restraining order if I have to," Sande threatened in a low, dangerous tone. "Stay away from me!" With that, she abruptly hung up, turned off her phone, and
Mallucia's bag slipped from her fingers, hitting the ground with a thud beside her feet as her eyes shifted between Lucas and Brynn. Her mind raced, wondering if she was caught in some bizarre dream, praying that this was all just a prank. But it wasn't. The scattered clothes around the room confirmed that this was real. Her boyfriend was cheating on her with her friend. The rumors were true.A sudden burst of laughter escaped Mallucia, startling the two on the bed. They stared at her, confused, as if she had lost her mind. But she wasn't laughing because any of this was funny; she was laughing at herself for being so naïve. How could she have believed Lucas was different, when he was just another asshole? She had left a man who would have died for her, only to end up with a selfish bastard like Lucas Middleton.The image of Sinjin's hurt expression when she rejected his proposal flashed in her mind, causing her to clench her fists. She should have said yes. By now, she would have b
"Ma'am, there's someone here to see you," Fred announced as he approached Camilla, who was meticulously trimming the stems of the roses laid out on the table before her. The flowers had been freshly picked by the maids from the garden, and Camilla was preparing to arrange them in a vase."I'm not expecting any visitors, Fred," she replied without lifting her gaze from her work. "Who is it?""Miss Mallucia Goldstein, Ma'am," Fred answered.Camilla's head jerked up in surprise, and the pruning scissors slipped from her hand. "Mallucia?" she asked, incredulously."Yes, Ma'am.""Let her in," Camilla instructed.With a bow, Fred turned and exited the room. Camilla returned to her task, though her mind briefly wandered, wondering why Mallucia had come. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, though Camilla remained in touch with Mallucia's mother."Good afternoon, Aunt," Mallucia greeted as Fred ushered her in."Afternoon," Camilla responded, gesturing to the sofa. "Sit."Mall