He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against hers. He laughed, surprising himself since it had been a while since he had found anything remotely funny, but, right now, nothing seemed funny, but he couldn’t help but feel awkward for some reason. Why did it feel wrong to be doing this? They were engaged, he was in love with her, they were everything to each other, yet something didn’t feel quite right. He tried to shake off the thoughts distracting him and forced himself to initiate the kiss this time. “Mason…” Candice moaned against his lips, grinding against him again. “I’ve missed you.” Candice was surprised to hear such sincerity in her voice and realized that she was happy with Mason and wanted him, not just his money. When Mason grabbed her hips and pushed her down hard against him, she shuddered at the sparks that were shooting through her. He wanted her, he couldn't resist her. "Well," she let her hand slide down to his stomach, inching dangerously
Candice turned to him furiously. "Are you seriously taking her side over mine, Mason?" Mason set his fork down, his eyes meeting hers, the more they spoke, the more insistent the memory felt even as it drifted away again. "I'm not taking sides, Candice. I just think you're overreacting. She didn’t mean to spill it. Everyone makes mistakes." Candice’s face fell, and her eyes filled with tears. "How can you scold me in front of the maid? You don't care about me." She whispered, her voice cracking. "You'd rather stand up for a maid than for me." She turned on her heel abruptly, and stormed upstairs, leaving Mason sitting alone at the table. Mason sighed, rubbing his temples before glancing at the maid trembling in front of him. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t… I am so sorry, please don’t fire me, I need the money. My mother is unwell and I have to pay for her medical expenses and my little brother-” “Don’t worry, you’re not fired.” “But, Miss Candice?” “I’ll take c
Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with. The man who had forgotten their love. Damon seemed to notice as he glanced over at her with concern. He had seen how much she was struggling with her pregnancy and was doing everything he could to help get her through it. The father of her babies may be gone, but that didn’t mean that she had to go through it all alone. "Feeling alright?" he asked softly as he handed her a small plate with toast and some fruit. Raven didn’t argue about eating; she knew how crucial it was for her and her ch
Back at the mansion, Raven and Julie sat in the living room with Blair who had just arrived. They were giggling as they scrolled through baby pictures on a tablet. The light-hearted moment was broken when Damon walked in with Margaret. Julie’s smile faded instantly, replaced by shock. "Mom?" Margaret’s eyes filled with tears as she took a step toward her daughter. "Julie..." She pulled her into an embrace. “I am so sorry, Julie, for everything. The things I said...” Julie pulled back, her face pale. "We thought you were dead. We had a funeral!" Raven turned to Damon, her shock evident. "Damon... what's going on?" He raised his hands, looking lost. "I'm as confused as you are. She’s been hiding in the guest house." "Why?" Raven asked. Margaret’s gaze shifted to Blair, her expression hardening. "What are you doing here?" she asked coldly. “You’re asking me that? You’re meant to be dead!” Blair snapped back. Julie took a step forward. "That's not important right now. What we sh
"Lenora killed Mason’s mother?" Damon’s disbelief was evident. "My mom is not a killer. I refuse to believe that." Blair interjected firmly. Julie stepped forward, her voice laced with accusation. "Was that why Dad insisted Mason marry Blair? Because of the name? How could you make him marry you when you knew who killed his wife?" Margaret looked down, her face etched with guilt. "I was scared at first, but then, when Lenora promised to help me marry Charles, and I had always loved him, but he was so in love with her. I had no hope that he was married. I was so selfish." "So you waited until she died and made sure you were a part of his life." Damon’s eyes were filled with anger. Margaret bowed her head in shame. "I was wrong… and I realize now Lenora wasn’t doing it for me." "This is all a lie. I know you think she tried to kill you, but you don't have to lie." Blair’s frustration was clear. "I have evidence to prove it," Margaret declared, dropping Raven’s original birth cert
Margaret and Julie sat in silence across from each other at a quiet restaurant, the only sounds were from the clinking of silverware. Around them appeared to be businessmen sitting across from awkward-looking people that Margaret could only assume was someone beneath their station, and most of them weren’t even eating. They didn’t have any food in front of them. The restaurant was an expensive place that people took someone to when they were trying to impress upon them that they were more than they were.Margaret dabbed her napkin to her lips as she realized she was no better than the awkward underlings she hoped to make it up to Julie for stealing her from her life, from the future she could have had, and then not giving her the love and attention she should have had. She was searching for the right words when she noticed that Julie was staring at her plate without seeming to see the food on it.Finally, Margaret took a deep breath and broke the silence."I know I haven't been a good
Julie found Emily lying on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. When Emily noticed her standing in the doorway, she turned away, tears already in her eyes. Julie felt as if a cold barrier had been raised between them, and she didn’t blame Kyle for being protective. She deserved more than the ‘talking to’ he had given her, but she was glad that he was still chill and supportive.Without hesitation, Julie climbed onto the bed and sat beside her. "Em," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know I hurt you, and I was selfish. You were always there for me and took care of me, even when I didn’t deserve it. You were the only one in my life that was truly there for me, without having anything getting in the way. I didn’t understand it back then... but I miss you. I'm so sorry for pushing you away."Emily’s remained silent and unmoving. Julie sighed and continued, her voice growing more desperate. "I promise, I'll do whatever you want. Anything! Ju
In the restaurant, Raven and Damon shared a quiet meal after her hospital visit. Raven felt tired and hungry, so Damon insisted they stop by the restaurant even though all she wanted to do was go home and curl up on the couch.Somehow, she wasn’t surprised when the image of her in Damon’s arms while they watched a movie went through her mind, and it gave her a feeling inside that she didn’t recognize.They spoke softly and occasionally reached for each other's hands, their fingers entangled with each other. She was lost in thought while she watched their hands together and absentmindedly ate chili fries. She failed to notice the smudge of sauce on her lips until Damon took the napkin, gently dabbing it for her. He paid attention to every little need she had. At first, he did it for Mason, knowing that he would have done the same for him, but soon, his motivations changed.His feelings for Raven changed."Thanks." Raven smiled at him. "I zoned out a bit.""You seem to zone out quite of
One Year Later The Barrett estate was filled with life, laughter, and warmth. It was the twins’ first birthday, and the garden had been transformed into a magical wonderland with twinkling lights, pastel-colored balloons, and flowers. The scent of freshly baked cakes and savory treats prepared for the celebration filled the air. Raven stood in front of a large mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the delicate lace dress she wore. The gown hugged her figure in all the right places, a testament to how well she'd recovered after giving birth. She had lost some of her confidence after having the babies – her body had gone through so many changes, and she had hated looking in the mirror for a long time until Mason wouldn't allow her to anymore. The thing she was most self-conscious of was the scar from the surgery she had had to have after the babies were delivered. Mason bought matching lingerie and sexy sleepwear and refused to let her question how stunning she was. Every time he saw her h
When they returned to the mansion that evening, the house was eerily quiet."What’s going on?" Raven asked. "Where'd everyone go?""What's that over there?" Blair pointed to a small bouquet on the table. Attached to it was a note that read, Come to the garden.Raven’s heart skipped a beat. She followed the note’s instructions, and when she stepped into the garden, her breath caught.The garden was transformed into a romantic paradise. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, and a path of rose petals led to a small table surrounded by candles."Mason did this," Raven whispered, her heart swelling. Suddenly her aching feet had disappeared, the back pain that had hit her while they were in Victoria’s Secret and signalled the end of the trip. Her exhaustion was gone and she was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. She was already close to tears as she took it all in.Just as she took a step forward, looking for Mason, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She grabbed her stomach and cried
Later that night, Raven was on a call with Blair, discussing the transformation of Lenora’s modeling agency."I was thinking we could add a design department," Raven suggested. "That way, we can focus on both modeling and fashion."Blair’s excitement knew no bounds. "That’s a great idea! I’ll handle the modeling side, and you can oversee the designs.""Deal," Raven said.After a brief pause, Blair asked, "You sound a bit down, not yourself. What’s wrong?"Raven hesitated. "Nothing, I’m worried about Mason.""Why? You two have been great lately, you’re perfect for each other. You’re even closer than before."Raven bit her lip. "I thought he’d ask me to marry him again by now. But he hasn’t mentioned it and I'm starting to get anxious. What if he doesn’t want me? What if the babies are scaring him off? What if he thinks I’ll be like Candice? What if-"“Raven, breathe. Have you talked to him about it?" Blair asked."No. That’s not something you can just bring up," Raven said.Blair chuck
The dining table was filled with different breakfast dishes: fluffy pancakes topped with berries and syrup, scrambled eggs with herbs, smoked salmon on toast, and fresh fruit bowls. In front of Raven was a large bowl full of bacon, strawberry jam, and chocolate sauce – her strangest and most intense craving.Mason sipped his coffee, stealing glances at Raven as she hummed softly, her hand occasionally resting on her baby bump. He had become more attentive than before – which was already overboard according to Julie. He was more proud, more focused, and a lot more protective. Watching her scoff down her food now, still looking as sexy as ever, made his chest hurt a little. So much had happened; she had been through so much; he just wished the worst of it hadn’t been because of him.She sighed and looked up at him, offering him a genuine smile.“What are you looking at?” she asked, but all he could do was shake his head and smile back at her. “Well, you’re being very strange.”“Yeah, bu
Justin found Mason sitting quietly in Charles’s office. He didn’t sit at the desk, rather, he sat at the sofa to the side where they had argued so many times. He stared at his father's desk as if he could still see him sitting and working as they watched when they were children. It was the only thing he and Mason had ever been able to do together without fighting. Thinking back to those moments, Justin couldn't understand why he always felt like he had to one-up Mason, why they couldn't have been friends.He turned to leave him in peace when Mason spoke up.“Remember when we'd just sit here and watched Dad working?” he asked as if he had sensed his presence.“I was just thinking about that.”Mason looked up at him with tears in his eyes, shocking Justin with the vulnerability in the other man's eyes.“Did he suffer?” Mason asked softly, trying to hide the sob that threatened.“No,” Justin said, sitting in the seat across from him. “He just sort of… went.”Mason turned back to look at
Mason pulled up to the Barrett mansion early that morning. He had deliberately left his penthouse early, avoiding Candice while she packed her belongings. The last thing he wanted was another confrontation. He wanted no part in her theatrics, they just made his headaches even worse than the blinding migraines he often suffered with.He exited the car and made his way inside.He had barely entered the living room when he spotted Justin coming down the stairs as if he owned the place. He looked… smug.Smug?Or something else?Mason couldn’t quite place it, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see him in his father's house. Justin had never been anything more than a snake in the grass, always waiting to take what Mason had."What the hell are you doing here?" Mason demanded, narrowing his eyes and letting the door close louder than necessary behind him. "Here to gloat about your little affair with Candice? Or measuring the curtains – you know you’re not inheriting the place, right? I’m sti
Mason hesitated."Did you and Damon?"Raven shook her head as tears sprung to her eyes."He wanted to wait, to make sure I was thinking about him, not you.""Oh," Mason muttered. "I’m… I’m sorry.""You don’t have anything to apologize for," Raven said, hurt and… anger filling her voice. "We’re not married, anymore. And… you are in a relationship with her. I should have expected-""Raven, stop. You’re going to pass out if you don’t breathe!"Raven took a deep breath, steadying herself."I need to go," she whispered, getting to her feet. Before she left, though, she made a decision. “Mason... would you like to come to the ultrasound? We’ll find out the sex of the babies.”He smiled at the thought of being part of the moment. "I’d love to.""Okay, I'll text you the details."Raven left.~~~When Raven returned home, her mind a racing with emotions. Damon was waiting for her in the living room, his expression unreadable as she walked in."How did it go?" he asked.She sank into the couch,
Taking a deep breath, Raven stepped out of the car. Damon watched her until she disappeared inside. Before he drove away, he spotted Mason waiting for her. He wanted to run inside and stake his claim on her but he couldn’t. He took a deep, shaky breath and pulled out into traffic, leaving her to face the man who had once been her everything. The soft chime of the door announced her arrival, and Mason looked up from his seat. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her surprised at how radiant she looked, her pregnancy giving her an ethereal glow that left him momentarily speechless. He was pretty sure there was more to his feelings than how she looked, but he wasn’t ready to explore that right now; he still had Candice at home, waiting for him. "Hi," she said, her voice tentative as she approached him. Mason stood and pulled out a chair for her, his movements stiff but courteous. "Hi." She smiled faintly and sat down. "Thank you." They placed their orders, the silence between t
The sound of Damon’s car filled the silence between them as they drove toward the Barrett mansion. Raven stared out the window, watching the city blur past, her hands resting on her growing belly. Damon occasionally glanced her way. He wanted nothing more than to take her pain away and regretted the decision he had made. Their conversation broke his heart and he wanted nothing more than to crawl inside and beat the crap out of himself for being such a dick. He knew he had done the best thing for Raven and the babies, but it made him wish he could have been more selfish and held onto her."Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Damon nodded, his hands steady on the wheel. "Mason agreed to meet with you, this is what you wanted. It’s what you need to do.""What about what you want?" she pressed, turning to face him, tears shimmering on her cheeks. "Don’t you want to be with me?"He sighed, his gaze fixed ahead, and reached across to hold her hand. "Of cou