“If they don’t want to come back, then let them go,” Leonard Quinn said, trying to comfort him. “Their hearts aren’t in it anymore. Even if they do return, they won’t put in the effort.” “I don’t care whether they come back or not,” Stanley sighed. “But Vera’s new project is about to start, and we don’t have enough workers. Overtime is fine for a while, but no one can work around the clock indefinitely—it’s just not sustainable.” The bigger the task, the heavier the responsibility. Since Vera had entrusted him with this, even paying out bonuses in advance, he had to see it through properly. He couldn’t afford to let her down. “I remember there are quite a few people in our village struggling to find steady work,” Leonard suggested after thinking for a moment. “They’re just picking up odd jobs here and there, getting paid by the day. Since we all know each other, why don’t you write down the names of the reliable ones? Later, we can check with Vera, and if she agrees, we’ll
The caller was Mr. Zimmer, a long-time client of the company. Vera had reached out to him yesterday, but he had told her he had no projects at the moment, so she had no choice but to end the call. She wasn’t sure why he was calling today, but she still answered. “Uncle Zimmer, you’re looking for me?” “Vera, I called to introduce you to a potential project,” Mr. Zimmer’s voice came through the phone. “You reached out to me yesterday, didn’t you? Since you came to me for help, of course I’ll do what I can.” Vera felt a bit uncomfortable. She had called to discuss a potential collaboration—something that would be mutually beneficial. How had that turned into her begging for help? But the customer is always king, and she wasn’t about to argue over a single word. She smiled and said, “Then I’ll thank you in advance, Uncle Zimmer.” “Are you free to come over for a meal? I’ll introduce you to the right person. You two should talk it over—if things work out, you can
“A girl your age should be buying designer bags and luxury goods, not spending every day stuck in a factory dealing with a bunch of dirty workers,” Mr. Lincoln said, inching closer to her without making it too obvious. “Your father dumped all his burdens on you—that’s way too unfair.” A bad feeling crept over Vera. She suddenly shot to her feet. “Mr. Lincoln, I respect you, and I came here today to discuss business. If you have no intention of working with me, then I’ll take my leave.” Mr. Zimmer had introduced her to someone completely unreliable. Once she got back, she would mark down Mr. Zimmer’s contact information as a warning to herself. She wouldn’t be reaching out to him again. But there was no way Mr. Lincoln was going to let her leave. She had already walked into the lion’s den—there was no way he was letting her leave so easily.He grabbed her arm, his grip firm. “Just be with me. I’ll give you ten grand a month. That’s way better than running around, begg
Seeing that Vera didn’t want to talk, Caleb had no choice but to sigh and say, “Let me take care of this for you.” He grabbed some alcohol and cotton swabs. Vera instinctively pulled her leg back, feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s just a small wound. I can do it myself.” But Caleb pressed her down gently, his voice firm. “Don’t move.” Without thinking, she obeyed. The moment the cotton swab touched her skin, she flinched. The cold alcohol sent a sharp, uncomfortable sting through her body. Caleb had only applied it to the surface of her wounds, yet she kept shrinking back. He frowned slightly, wondering if he was hurting her. Vera, however, thought he was upset. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to. It’s just cold. And alcohol stings when it touches a wound.” She had grown up pampered. Before her father’s accident, he had never let her suffer even the tiniest injury. This was her first time experiencing the sting of disinfectant. “I’ll be more careful,” Caleb sa
Vera didn’t want to trouble Caleb. But then she thought about Mr. Lincoln, about Uncle Zimmer, who had sold her out, and about the threats Mr. Lincoln had made after she injured him. A slight shiver ran down her spine. She was certain—there was no way that man would just let this go. Caleb clearly noticed something was off. Before he could ask, Vera lifted her head and said, “I’d appreciate it if you could take me home.” “Alright,” Caleb replied, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly. She didn’t have to say anything. It didn’t matter. He would keep an eye on her over the next few days, just to make sure she stayed safe. *When they arrived at her place, the sight at the entrance made Caleb’s expression darken. The floor and the door were covered in red spray paint, filled with vulgar insults—words like *whore* and *slut* scrawled across the surface. His jaw tightened. This wasn’t something he could ignore. He turned to Vera. “Who did you piss off recently?
As Caleb reached the entryway, he hesitated. Vera was still on his mind. He stopped in his tracks, torn for a moment. Vera glanced at his phone, forcing herself to ignore the strange pang of jealousy that surfaced in her chest. “Dr. Smith, you should go. I’ll be fine.“They wouldn’t dare go too far. This is a society governed by law, after all.” “Alright. Call me if anything happens.” Caleb’s expression softened slightly before he finally left. The villa was now eerily quiet, leaving Vera completely alone. She had spent plenty of time by herself before, but for some reason, tonight felt especially lonely. Even with all the doors and windows locked, a lingering chill crept over her limbs. She shook off the feeling and tried not to overthink it. Instead, she took a hot shower and went to bed early. Thankfully, the night passed without incident. *The next morning, Vera hired someone to remove the red spray paint from her door and the pavement outside. A
Simply put, they were a bunch of grown men who didn’t know how to do housework. Vera was momentarily stunned. She hadn’t thought about this at all. But this was a big issue. Housing and meals were the workers’ top concerns. She couldn’t promise them accommodations, only for them to arrive and find that the dorms were unlivable. “Keep them calm for now. I’ll figure out a solution for the cleaning,” she told Stanley, her mind racing for a practical plan. Cleaning itself wasn’t the problem. She could easily hire a cleaning crew to take care of it. But that would be too expensive—not worth the cost. A single cleaner cost a few hundred per day. If she hired multiple, she would be spending over a thousand. That kind of money would be better spent elsewhere. “If I do it myself, at least I can make sure it’s done properly,” she thought. Her eyes lit up with the realization. Without wasting a second, she rushed home to gather supplies. By the time she arrived
Vera had been planning to confront Uncle Zimmer, but before she even had the chance, he reached out to her first. She answered the call. On the other end, Uncle Zimmer was sobbing uncontrollably, his voice thick with remorse. “Vera, I swear, I had no idea Mr. Lincoln would do something like that to you!“I’m a terrible person. I don’t deserve forgiveness! I’ve let your father down, I’ve let you down.”*Slap. Slap.* The sound of him hitting himself came through the phone. For a brief moment, Vera hesitated. Was it possible that Uncle Zimmer really hadn’t known what Mr. Lincoln was planning that night? But that thought didn’t last long before she dismissed it. No way. He had been the one to set the entire meeting up. How could he not have known? “Uncle Zimmer, I’m not a child. Don’t bother trying to manipulate me. It won’t work,” Vera said bluntly. As expected, the other end of the line went silent. The moment he tried to speak again, she cut him off
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