Mason's POV I arrived home earlier than usual, with some special plans for tonight. I wanted to take Raven out for dinner, more like a date. Don't get me wrong, I don't have feelings for her. That's the last thing I want after my experience with Candice. My only priority was my company, and to do that, I had to find a way into her heart; that's the only way she'd agree to have my child. But when I walked into the apartment, Raven wasn't home. I frowned, glancing at my watch. She usually came back around this time after her classes. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. She didn't pick up, and I tried 3 more times. It rang for a while before she finally picked up. "Hello?" Her voice was soft and it trembled slightly. "Where are you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, a hint of concern crept in. "I've been trying to reach you, are you okay?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when she finally spoke, her voice sounded a bit off. "I'm on my way home.
She hesitated, her eyes filled with pain and anger. "I went to my mother's house today to pick up some of my things. But when I got there... I saw Blair burning everything." ~~~~ She finished telling me everything that happened, and I was raging mad. I decided within myself that I was going to visit them. It's high time I make things clear to them. I had no idea Raven loved fashion. I've never heard her talk about her designs before. But then again, I never showed interest in the things she does. "I don't know what I did to make them hate me so much." I had almost forgotten I was still in her bedroom. "They're just jealous of you, Raven," I said, cupping her face in my hands. "Don't let them break you. She destroyed your designs, so what? They're still yours, and if you did it once then you can do it again. Even better this time because you're Raven. Strong and talented Raven." She stared at me for a long time, her eyes searching mine as if looking for something. Then, before
Raven's POV It's been three weeks since that night with Mason, and each day felt like a slow burn. The memory of us together still lingered in my mind, but what hurt me more was his sudden behavior change. He's gone from distant to practically avoiding me altogether. It was as if we didn't live in the same house anymore. After graduating from college a week ago, I threw myself into my designs, trying to start from scratch, and also distract myself from the emotional turmoil going on in my head. I used my savings to get everything a fashion designer needs to create amazing clothes and bags. I spent most of my days sketching and sewing, trying to create something beautiful despite the chaos in my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Mason. His indifference was driving me nuts. Every morning, I wake up with no sight of him anywhere. Mason would leave for work before dawn and come back long after midnight, ensuring we never crossed paths. But tonight,
Back at the Barrett house, Julie found herself in an uncomfortable position. It was almost like a dream come true for her, when her mother suddenly started to shower her with attention. After years of feeling neglected and unloved, Julie was finally getting the love and attention she had always craved. Margaret would bring her favorite dishes, ask about her day, and even take her shopping one time. For once, Julie knew what a mother's love felt like. But the dreams turned sour when Margaret asked for something she couldn't give. She didn't pay much attention to her mother's little comments here and there about how Mason and Raven’s marriage wasn't right, how Mason deserved someone better. Until one evening, as they sat in the parlor, Margaret dropped the bombshell. "Dear, I've been thinking," Margaret said, her tone deceptively gentle. "Why don't you try to convince your brother to divorce that girl." Julie's heart sank. "What? No, mom. I can't do that." Margaret's eyes narrowed,
She hoped she had succeeded in creating a wedge between the both of them. But what Mia didn’t realize was that Justin had his plans. Candice was just a pawn in his game, a tool to use against his cousin, Mason. And now that he knew she was planning to go to New York, he could put his plans into motion. ~~~~ The next morning at Mason's house, both Mason and Raven were having breakfast. Mason sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee while Raven picked at her food. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words. Mason had tried to start a conversation several times, but each time Raven responded with one-word answers, her tone cold and distant. He couldn’t blame her, he said some hurtful words last night, and now he didn’t know how to fix things. Finally, Raven broke the silence. "I want to talk to your dad." Mason nearly choked on his coffee. He hadn’t expected that. "What? Why?" "It has nothing to do with our marriage if that’s what you’re worried about,
Blair’s POV I adjusted my sunglasses as I walked into my mom's modeling agency, my heels clicked against the marble floor with each confident step. I knew everyone was watching; well, that's all they could do, admire from afar. The receptionist smiled nervously as I gave her a curt nod, I didn't bother to return the smile. She doesn't deserve it. I was bored, but there was nothing I could do; today was just another day in my life where I had to be the center of attention, the one who always had everything under control, the perfect beauty queen. However, this time was different; that control was slowly slipping, and it was all thanks to Raven. I feel like I've been on edge lately, I'm always on edge when it involves that annoying girl. She always knows how to annoy me. I pushed those thoughts aside and headed toward the studio for my photo shoot. I can't afford to mess up today, or else my mom would get mad. I needed to maintain the image she's worked so hard to create. ~~~~ Afte
I was left speechless after my mom's outburst. I had a feeling something fishy was going on, and I planned to find out what it was. Normally, I wouldn't care but I've been involved in whatever mess my mom's created. "Whatever it is you’ve gotten yourself into, fix it," I said coldly. "But leave me out of it. I will never marry this man. I'd rather die than be stuck with him." Having said that, I stormed out of the office, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't stop walking until I was outside the building. My mom can't possibly allow me to marry this old man, right? This is all your fault, Raven. I'll make sure you'll be the one who'll marry Mr Clinton. ~~~~ Later at night, I called my bestie Claudia to meet up at a club. I arrived at the club and there was no sign of Claudia anywhere. Soon I got a call from her, and she started telling me something about her boyfriend, so she had to cancel. I barely listened before hanging up, my anger slowly rising. Sometimes I wonder how I
Raven's POV The warm water from the shower cascaded down my body, soaking my hair and skin as I stood still, letting the sensation calm my mind. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, but it didn't do much to ease the tension that had been on my mind ever since Mason left for Margaret’s birthday party. I tried to stop myself from getting paranoid all night, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop worrying about Mason. He left at 3 pm, and now it's 9 pm. After a few more moments under the shower, I finally turned it off. The sound of the water running stopped abruptly, and I stepped out onto the cold bathroom floor. A white towel hung neatly on the rack, and I didn't waste a second before grabbing it, wrapping it around my body before drying off. I picked up my purple dressing robe, which was lying on the bed, and I slipped into it with ease. I walked over to the vanity, brushed out the tangles in my hair, applying lotion to my skin, just my usual night routine. But my mind st