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
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned, wondering who was calling me so early in the morning. I tried to move, but something held me back. I looked down to find Mason's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he slept. I blushed as the events of last night rushed back to me. Before I could get lost in the memory, my phone rang again, dragging me back to reality. I reached for it, carefully trying not to wake Mason. When I saw Julie's name on the screen, I quickly answered. "Hi Julie," I whispered, trying to keep my voice down. "Raven, where have you been? I've been calling you and Mason all night!" Julie sounded frustrated. "I... I went to bed early," I lied. I can't possibly tell her I was up all night getting railed by her brother, can I? "So, what's up?" "It's Blair," Julie said, her voice low. "She was rushed to the hospital last night. You need to get here, your mom's making a scene. And bring Mason." My heart sank. Blair? I may
Mason's POV After what transpired at the hospital, my dad asked to see me. One could cut through the tension in the air as I stepped into my father’s study. It's been a while since he summoned me to his study, and every time it happened, I knew it was going to end in an argument. I stood by the large desk, the room was silent. I wondered what new trick he had in store for me this time. I had barely settled in my seat when Justin walked in. He was the last person I expected to see right now. The sight of him instantly ignited the rage in me. The memories of him and Candice together caused my blood to boil. Without thinking, I sprang out of my chair and closed the distance between us. My fist connected with his jaw, wiping off the smug look he had on. His hand flew to his cheek, shock evident on his face. Before I could land another punch, my father’s voice thundered through the room. "Sit down, both of you!" I shot Justin one last glare before reluctantly taking my seat again. He
The shock was written on both Lenora and Margaret's faces as they stood, frozen in place. Their eyes widened as they registered the fact that their private argument was no longer private. Everyone had heard everything they just said, and there was no escape now. "This can’t be true," Julie stammered, shaking her head as if to erase the words she had just heard. "I must have heard wrong... I'm imagining things, right, Mason?" Mason remained silent, not knowing what to say to his sister. Raven moved closer to Julie, gently placing her hands on her friend's shoulders, trying to offer some kind of comfort. But even she couldn’t comprehend the intensity of the bombshell that had just been dropped. "Margaret," Charles’s voice broke through the silence. His face masked with growing fury, and his body trembled with anger. "What is she talking about? What 'fake pregnancy'?" He stepped toward Margaret, his voice rising. "Speak now, woman!" Margaret flinched at the booming sound of Charles’s
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