As Candice watched the chaos unfold, she suddenly saw the opportunity she had been waiting for. She smiled to herself, moving towards the fighting women, pretending to act as a peacemaker. "Stop it, both of you!" Candice cried, trying to pull them apart. But in the struggle, one of them shoved Candice aside. She fell to the floor, gasping, clutching her stomach dramatically. Within moments, store employees rushed over, trying to separate Mia and Blair. When their attempts failed, security was called, and soon after, the police arrived, arresting both of them. As they were led out in handcuffs, Candice lay on the floor, pretending to be unconscious. Paramedics arrived and rushed her to the hospital. ~~~~ Back at the office, Mason was reviewing some documents when his phone buzzed. It was a call from the hospital. He frowned as he answered, and his face paled as he heard the nurse's words. "Mr. Barrett, Candice has been rushed to the hospital. She was injured during a fight at th
Lenora’s POV I paced around my office, my mind was racing with thoughts that had been plaguing me for a couple of weeks now. I’ve been receiving letters. Threatening letters. I have no idea who has been sending them, but one thing was sure: whoever it was, that person knows everything about me… every single secret, everything I can’t afford to get out. The person had promised to expose me, and the mere thought of everything being exposed made my stomach churn painfully. I have been trying to stay calm, but the letter I just received only a moment ago made me paranoid. The only person I could think of who could know these things and could have a motive to harass me was Mr Clinton. He was threatening me already, angry that he hadn’t gotten hold of Raven, but he didn’t know everything. But what if he did? What if he found out somehow? If he was the one, then I would have to find a way to calm and coax him. Since he couldn’t have Raven, the only other option was Blair, but I couldn’t
I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I blinked, trying to get my mind to catch up with his words, stunned by his rejection. Too old? Me? I expected him to be eager to take what I was offering, prepared for the old, sweaty brute of a man to throw me down on the bed and do whatever it was he wanted to do with my body. Instead, he humiliated me by calling me old! Who was he to call me old??? He was a dirty, disgusting old man! “How dare you call me old? I may not be what I once was, but have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re hardly model material!” Mr Clinton shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "Yes, but I’m not the one throwing myself at someone, begging them for sex because I can’t get any other way! You've wasted my time." Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I stood frozen in place as I stared at the door. I could hardly believe what had just happened. I was rejected? By that wrinkled old man? An old man like hi
The sound of the sewing machines filled the room as Raven and Brian worked side by side, finalizing the new designs for their clothing brand. Music filled the room quietly enough to not be intrusive or make conversation difficult. Rather, it seemed to help their concentration. Brian had been used to working in silence but this was just another way he had changed his life for the better, He had heard people around the office talking about them, saying they had been spending more time together lately, and everyone seemed to think that their chemistry was undeniable. He felt it, too, but he had sensed Raven’s hesitation to go further. Raven was focused on a new fabric sample when Brian leaned closer – he was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin, the scent that he would always remember as uniquely Raven; he glanced at the sketchbook that was on her thighs. "You always make work look so much more fun than it is," he teased, brushing a strand of hair away from her face
Later that evening, Candice kept bugging him about taking her somewhere so she could clear her head. Mason didn’t have the energy to refuse. She had been clinging to him since the miscarriage, and he couldn’t bring himself to push her away... not yet. Candice chose one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. As they sat down at the table, the waiter immediately brought out a bottle of champagne that she had pre-ordered. "To us," Candice said with a smile, raising her glass. Mason clinked his glass against hers but remained silent. He couldn’t stop comparing Candice and Raven. Raven. She had an easy smile with a gleam in her eyes. She wore her emotions across her face, and when she had found out about his night with Candice, the look she wore was still beautiful. Achingly beautiful. Hurt. Pain. Disappointment. All of it shattered him the way he imagined he had shattered her heart. He wondered if she had moved on from him, was she happy without him? "Mason, are you even list
Julie’s POV The soft glow of the television filled the room as I lay stretched out on the couch, my legs draped over Emily's lap. Emily's fingers moved in slow, soothing circles over my calves. We've spent most nights this way, watching movies, talking, and enjoying each other's company. "You have magic hands, Em." I sighed contentedly. Emily chuckled softly, her thumb pressing into a tender spot. "I try." She paused, her gaze drifting away from the TV to focus on me. After a moment she bit her lip and then said, "Jules, when are you going to introduce me to your family?" I tensed, shifting uncomfortably, sitting up slightly. "I... I'm not sure yet." Emily's hand stilled, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Do you not like being with me? I don't like that we're keeping our relationship a secret." I looked away, feeling guilty. Emily wasn’t wrong. We've been together for a while now, and I still haven't officially come out to my family. Mason knew, but we've never really talke
I didn't think Mason would let go of Raven so easily. And I never expected to see my brother look so broken. To know I helped break him. He was wrong, he hurt Raven but I hurt him in return. I didn't have to agree with what he did, but I didn't have to be so harsh. Clearing my throat, I shifted in my seat, unsure of how to approach the next topic but desperate to move on from the conversation. "I have something to tell you," I began hesitantly. Mason raised an eyebrow, relieved at the attention moving from him. "Go on." I swallowed hard, my heart kept pounding inside my chest. "I'm... I'm in a relationship. With a girl." There was a moment of silence, and then Mason smiled. "I'm happy for you, Julie. So when are you bringing her home? This is great, now I get to bug you about your relationship." I blinked in both surprise and relief. "Wait, you’re not freaked out?" Mason chuckled. "Why would I be? It's not like I didn't know you like women." I frowned. "Yes, but you never
Mason stood inside Damon’s living room, glancing at the suitcases packed near the doorway. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. He knew that Damon had originally intended to leave for Australia if things didn’t work out with Julie, but leaving like this was not a good idea. He couldn’t leave when he was so upset when things between him and Julie were so… damaged. Julie was already devastated that she thought Damon, who she had known almost all her life, was disgusted by her. He couldn’t leave without talking to her, it wasn’t right, and Mason was determined to protect both his sister and his friend. Damon would regret leaving Julie behind like this. When Damon came downstairs, his expression hardened when he saw Mason. "What are you doing here, Mason?" Mason glanced at the luggage. "Going somewhere?" "I'm leaving for Australia tomorrow." Damon sighed as he sat down. "And you weren't going to tell me?" Mason frowned. Damon shrugged. "It's not like you've been kee
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