Marcus’s POVI was annoyed when my assistant informed me that Asher was in the building. There was nothing like a quiet arrival when it concerned my brother. I never understood why, but whenever he walked into the office, he always seemed to attract a long line of people trying to fawn over him. Ladies clutching their pearls and fan-girling so hard. Grown men with round-rimmed glasses grinning from ear to ear at the sight of him always made me want to puke. I reasoned that it was because he had been involved with a good percentage of people on my employee list. He was always debauched like that.I was even more annoyed when I walked into the reception area and saw him in Ava’s arms, the company’s receptionist. I could swear that he had already been involved with her, despite my warnings. My brother was, to put it kindly, a degenerate. I was hoping he wouldn’t show up at all today; maybe that would convince my father that he was about to make the most stupid decision of his entire life
Marcus’s POVI pulled out another copy and pushed it towards him. “Thankfully, I expected your irrationality, dear brother.”He looked at the paper but didn’t bother touching it.“So, back to my question…”He reclined in his chair and heaved a deep sigh. “You don’t care for my dreams, Marcus. You don’t care for my goals, my de—”“I don’t,” I cut in sharply. “I can’t even pretend to.” I flicked the ballpoint pen between my forefinger and thumb. “I care for the Sterling dream. I care for the legacy my father built.”He bent over and burst into laughter, clutching his belly. “You talk like he isn’t my father.”“I care for my father’s hard work!” My voice had risen a notch. “I couldn’t care less about anything else. I’ve given my life, lived for this family…” I stopped and gripped the edge of my table. My breathing was shallow as I struggled to regulate it. I was slowly losing control, almost unraveling, nearly exposing myself to my little brother. I couldn’t have him see me weak—not ever
Marcus’s POVRufus got out of the car and opened the door. I stepped out and scanned the area before walking into the cafe, with Rufus following closely behind me. Two other bodyguards flanked me on each side. It wasn’t hard to spot her in the crowd. She was easily the most beautiful person in the room. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders.She had a mug in her hands, halfway towards her mouth when she saw me. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of blue I had ever seen. I stared intently at her as her eyes lit up, her cheeks turned red, and her full lips slowly curled into a smile. She waved at me.Admittedly, I took a long time to walk up to her because I was entranced by her beauty. I dramatically cleared my throat as I got near. “Hello, Ivy, what a surprise to see you here!”She flashed me a perfect smile. “Oh, this is my favorite spot. I would come here every day if I could…”“Can I…” I gestured towards the chair.“Sure, of course!”I watched as her cheeks turned red
Asher’s POVLuca peered intently at the phone screen. “It says here, Ivy Whitfield was spotted with her brother-in-law at a local café…” He trailed off and read the article in silence.I was pacing from one end of the room to the other.He looked up at me. “It’s a harmless article. Most of it is just basic, normal reporting- what they had, what they were wearing, a few pictures here and there. I mean, the only weird thing about this article is that it says you and Marcus have a wonderful relationship, and of course, he’s going to love your wife. That’s a terrible lie…” He paused. “I mean, I haven’t seen anybody with so much hate for their siblings like the two of you share. You two are the poster image for sibling hate, your hate for each…”“That’s irrelevant, Luca!” I cut in. “That’s not why I showed you the article!”“Okay…” He trailed off, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What am I supposed to be looking at?” he asked.I raked my fingers through my hair and sighed in exasperation.
Max’s POVI handed the big, burly man a card. He peered at it for a moment before waving me in. I took one last, long look around before walking inside. The adjoining door led me to a private lounge, dimly lit with soft music playing in the background.A few people lingered in different corners, and the servers, both male and female, wore flimsy dresses as they moved across the room carrying drinks. I squinted, scanning for her briefly, and then I saw her, with her back to me. I walked up to her and sat across from her without a word.She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. She wore a black tube dress that clung to her slender figure and high-heeled shoes. “Shots,” she offered, pushing a small tray toward me.I sat up straight. “No, I’m here to talk, and I need to be clear-headed when I do it.”A hint of a smile played on her lips, her bright blue eyes boring into me as she took a sip of her wine. My gaze wandered to her blood-red nails curling around the glass,
Asher’s POVDinner with my father was exactly what I expected: bland, formal, and devoid of anything remotely personal. We sat across from each other in the dim, overly polished dining room, the kind of place where the weight of expectation hung heavier than the chandelier overhead. Save for the tip of the head and a murmured response when we got here, we had not said a word to each other.With my father, I had learned to reduce the weight of my expectation since I was a little boy. My father was never one to show emotions, and no matter how I tried all these years, I could never get him to act like he cared.Once I received the message from him asking me to dinner, I knew it was for serious business. Unlike my mother, who made the effort to dine casually with us even though it was forced, my father never did. I arrived earlier than usual, and to my utter disappointment, he was already seated, waiting for me. Whether he was annoyed or not, his expression didn’t show it. When the waite
Ivy’s POVIt was a whole two hours of poking, prodding, hair-pulling, and all the other things the beauty team had done to get me glammed up and ready. Of course, I was no stranger to fancy gatherings like this, but something about this one had me wound up. Maybe it was because it was my first official event since Asher and I got married, and the media would be swarming over us.We had to look the part - a young, happily married couple filled with so much love for each other. Our task was harder now that we weren’t on speaking terms. I exhaled deeply as I stared at the dress laid out for me on the bed. I slipped it on with the help of one of the assistants.I didn’t have to try on several dresses; Asher had already picked out one for me. It was a black fitted halter neck dress that clung tightly to my slender figure. The dress had tiny silver embellishments scattered about it that made it sparkle as I moved. I stopped to wonder what was going through his mind when he picked out the dr
Ivy’s POVWhen I saw Asher from across the hall, all of my fears, worries, and anger seemed to drift away quickly too. All of it that I had walked into that hall with dissipated into thin air.It was like seeing him made everything good again. I wasn’t angry at him anymore. I didn’t worry that we wouldn’t pass off as a good couple, nothing. He looked dapper in that black tuxedo, and it was hard to explain, but he pulled it off in a way no one else in the room could.He didn’t look like any of the other uptight, snobbish men prancing around. He was more laid back, his slightly overgrown hair fell over his face, those smiley honey brown eyes boring into me, and even in the distance, I could feel the desire swirling in their depths. Goosebumps spread all over my skin.And like a scene from a corny romance movie, we crossed the lengths toward each other, and I was almost close when he stopped in his tracks and looked past me. The desire in his eyes replaced by a stronger emotion, anger.I