Vera’s heart pounded violently. “It was human nature, wasn’t it? When you were at your lowest and someone told you they had your back. How could you not feel something?” she silently remarked.But she forced herself to stay rational.She knew this wasn’t because Caleb had feelings for her. It was just who he was—a man who took responsibility seriously. The person in his heart wasn’t her. So when she got home, she calmed down. A few hours later, Caleb texted her, letting her know that he had arranged a meeting with Nash and had secured a dinner reservation. He sent over the time and location. Vera nearly jumped in excitement. “This is it! If I can lock in this deal, everything will turn around,” she muttered. But then another thought hit her. She needed something appropriate to wear. She hurried to her closet and started digging through it, tossing clothes aside in search of something suitable. The commotion was loud enough to attract the attention of the
Vera was anxious, but she knew that now was not the time to panic. The more critical the moment, the more composed she needed to be. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and sat next to Caleb. The food was served quickly, but even though Nash had suggested they eat first, he only took a few casual bites before setting his utensils down. “I hear Mason Corporation is looking to partner with York Corporation on our new project,” Nash said casually.The York Corporation’s latest project required a reliable construction materials supplier. But their vetting process was rigorous. And even with that, Nash had better options. There was no real need to choose the Masons. Still, since Caleb had made the introduction, Nash figured it wouldn’t hurt to hear them out. Hearing this, Vera carefully placed her utensils down, trying to contain her excitement. “Yes,” she said. “The Mason Corporation has been in the construction materials industry for nearly ten years.”
The Mason Corporation specialized in construction materials, ensuring high quality. But with their financial struggles, they desperately needed funding and the security of working under York Corporation’s umbrella. That made them the cheapest and most reliable option.And really—who could say no to cheap and reliable? Not even Nash. He didn’t hesitate. “Alright, let’s sign the contract. I brought my assistant.” His assistant, sharp as ever, immediately stepped forward with the documents. A few moments later, Vera held the freshly signed contract in her hands. Suddenly, the food tasted even better.As they left, Nash pulled Caleb aside for a brief conversation. Vera was curious. But not enough to eavesdrop. When Caleb returned, his expression was a bit complicated, but it didn’t seem to concern her. “Let’s go,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” She originally planned to take a cab, but since he insisted, she didn’t argue. By the time they arrived, it was la
Caleb emerged from the bathroom, his expression completely neutral, as if nothing had happened. That, at least, spared Vera some of the lingering awkwardness. Still, her mind kept flashing back to what she had seen—the broad chest barely covered by the towel, the long legs that looked even longer than hers. She quickly shoved those thoughts away. “You okay?” she asked, clearing her throat. “The water cuts off occasionally around here.“It didn’t used to happen much, so we never really got around to fixing it,” she added, feeling slightly guilty. Too much had happened with her family, and something like inconsistent water pressure had never made it onto the priority list. Now, she kind of regretted that oversight. Luckily, Caleb didn’t seem bothered. “I’m fine. I already finished showering.” Vera let out a breath of relief. Then she remembered the real reason she had come downstairs. “Oh, right. Do you think Nash will send someone to inspect the factory?”
The fact that Nash even asked this question made one thing clear. He knew the Mason Corporation’s current situation inside and out.Even if Vera wanted to deny it, she couldn’t. She was in a tough spot. The factory was still there, but without workers, it was useless. Her original plan had been to use the remaining money to rehire some of the old employees. But how many of them would actually come back? After all, when the company collapsed, many had lost their jobs overnight. Worse, they were still owed a full month’s salary. A lot of people. A lot of money. Vera had no idea how she was going to handle it. She had been relying on one simple thought—take it one step at a time. Things had to work out somehow. She took a deep breath and pushed down the flicker of pride rising in her chest. Now wasn’t the time for ego. “Just the funding will be enough,” she said. “I’ll take care of the manpower.” The assistant’s eyes flickered with approval. H
Mrs. Scott’s expression was less than welcoming when she saw Vera at the door. She didn’t say much. She just stepped aside and gave a curt nod. “Come in.” Stanley, on the other hand, was much warmer. “Vera, what brings you here?” he asked, immediately setting out tea and fruit for her. Mrs. Scott watched from the side, growing more and more displeased. “That cherry’s for Charlie,” she muttered. “You know how expensive cherries are this time of year.” Stanley shot her a look. “She’s a guest. It’s almost dinnertime. Why don’t you head to the kitchen and start cooking?” He had no idea why Vera had come. Maybe to ask for help. Maybe to plead for understanding. Either way, he wouldn’t turn her away. He wasn’t someone who would hound the Mason family for money, but when they could afford to pay him back, he would accept it. No matter how hard times got, he wasn’t about to forget kindness. “Stay for dinner,” he told Vera. “It’s nothing fancy, but you’re wel
“Already getting paid this fast?” Even with the cash in his hands, Stanley still felt like this was all too surreal. “Vera… where did you get this money?” “Uncle Stanley, I landed a deal recently,” Vera explained patiently. “The partner invested funds, and the first thing I wanted to do was clear everyone’s wages. You all have worked hard. It’s only right you get paid.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I also wanted to ask—have you found another job yet? If not, would you be willing to return to the factory? We still need a plant manager, and we have orders coming in. The only thing missing is workers.” Stanley was stunned. Was the factory really back in business just like that? Of course, he had always hoped the Mason family would rise again. But never—not in his wildest dreams—did he think the one making that happen would be Vera. She had always been the sheltered youngest daughter of the family, the one never expected to bear any responsibilities.
Vera gave Stanley a detailed rundown of the York Corporation project.Having worked as a factory manager for several years, Stanley was well aware of the plant’s production efficiency. After hearing the project details, he told her directly, “Vera, if we can get even half of the old employees back, we’ll be able to meet the production targets on time. But what if more of them want to return—should we take them in or not?”“Of course we should, Uncle Stanley. You guys are all seasoned workers. The company is in a tough spot right now—we couldn’t even pay wages. Yet, despite the hardship, you’re still willing to stay. That means a lot. There will be more projects in the future. As long as the old employees want to come back, I’ll take as many as we can get,” Vera said firmly. She had already made up her mind about this.York Corporation had only granted her this project as a favor to Caleb, which gave her just enough breathing room to keep the factory afloat. But Vera didn’t want
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti