Beatrice’s POV
The night felt endless.
Even after my call with Sarah, sleep was nothing more than a cruel game—taunting me, pulling me close, only to rip me away each time I drifted off. My mind raced with too many thoughts, too many what-ifs, too many scenarios where everything could go wrong. I was literally thinking about my triplets, if Xander found out I had kept such a huge secret from him for the past 5 years, would he forgive me or punish me? would he take them away from me? So many questions roamed freely in my mind.
I tossed and turned for hours, but exhaustion finally won— I was seriously tired from thinking, it was as i* my brain was totally stressed out.
Then, at exactly 3:00 a.m., the sharp buzz of my phone jolted me awake, I had left my mobile data on.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes before reaching for it, squinting at the bright screen. A single message notification sat at the top.
Company Memo:
A mandatory two-week business trip has been scheduled in the next two days. Only ten qualified employees have been selected. Congratulations to those chosen!
My heart stilled.
A sense of unease crawled up my spine as I continued reading.
Selected Employees:
Jonathan Carter
Michael Dawson
Vanessa Hayes
Samuel Carter
Rebecca Holmes
Henry Liu
Pearl Green
Andrew Mills
Xavier Blackwood
Beatrice Emberlyn
I knew that even if I wasn't qualified for this trip, Xander would make my name included so as to torture me .
I froze.
For a long moment, I just stared at my name as if it would vanish.
A two-week trip?
Two. Weeks.
With Xander. Without my treasures?
I let out a shaky breath, my fingers tightening around the phone.
I had planned to leave in one week. Sarah had already started working on the documents. But if I suddenly disappeared while a business trip was happening? Xander would definitely suspect something.
No. I couldn’t afford that.
I needed to delay my plans.
The thought made my chest tighten, but I knew it was the only way.
Slowly, I unlocked my phone and dialed Sarah’s number.
It rang twice before she picked up, her voice groggy with sleep.
“Bea?” she murmured. “What’s wrong?”
I took a breath, trying to steady my voice. “Sarah, we need to put the plan on hold.”
She was silent for a moment, then her voice turned alert. “Why? What happened?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “The company is sending me on a two-week business trip. I’m one of the ten selected employees. If I leave now, Xander will know something is up.”
Sarah cursed under her breath. “Damn it. That complicates things.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But I can’t risk it. If we rush, we’ll make mistakes.”
She sighed. “Alright. I’ll slow things down, but Bea… You need to be careful.”
“I will,” I promised.
Another pause. Then, softer, “Are you okay?”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “I don’t know.”
Sarah didn’t push me for more. Instead, she just said, “Try to get some sleep. We’ll figure this out.”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Goodnight, Sarah.”
“Goodnight, Beatrice.”
As I ended the call, I collapsed back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
Two weeks with Xander.
Could I handle that?
I didn’t know. I drifted off into a deep slumber.
The sound of my alarm shattered the silence of my room. I checked the time after rubbing one of my eyes, it was only 6:00 am!
I struggled to get out of my bed.
I blinked groggily, my body still aching from the lack of proper sleep. But there was no time to dwell on that.
I had a routine to follow.
After getting dressed, I moved to wake up the kids.
“Caleb, Cooper, Charlotte, time to get up,” I said gently, pulling their blankets away.
Charlotte let out a dramatic groan, burying her face into her pillow. “Five more minutes, Mommy.”
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You say that every morning and you'll get out of bed 20 minutes later.”
Caleb yawned, stretching his small arms. “Is it Saturday yet?”
“Nope,” I said, playing his hair as he made cute face, he looked so much like Xander. “But if you hurry up, we can stop for some pastries on the way.”
That got them moving.
They immediately took their bathe and they took turns in taking their bread from the toaster.
By the time we made it to the car, the sleepiness had worn off, replaced with their usual bright energy.
“Mommy, can I bring my bunny to school?” Charlotte asked from the backseat.
I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “You know the rules, sweetheart. No toys in class.”
She pouted. “But Bunny gets lonely.”
Cooper snickered. “Bunny is a stuffed toy. It doesn’t have feelings.”
Charlotte gasped. “Take that back!”
Ok, I'm sorry dear , maybe when you come back from school, bunny won't be lonely again.
I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled up to the school entrance. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. Time to go.”
They each kissed my cheek before scrambling out of the car. As I watched them disappear into the building, a strange sense of dread settled in my stomach.
Something about today felt… different.
And I didn’t know why. The air somehow felt pleasing and I felt today mudy be a very good day.
I made my way to the office and I got there on time.
I entered, meeting pearl on her seat, we greeted each other and I settled down, then later, others started to appear.
Two hours later, I was back at my desk, staring at my screen but barely processing the words.
The memo about the trip still weighed heavily on my mind.
Just as I was about to take a sip of my coffee, a familiar voice rang through the office.
“Mrs. Emberlyn, the CEO wants to see you.”
I froze. You mean Xander?.
“yes." she answered.
Slowly, I turned to see vera standing by my desk.
My heart skipped a beat.
I nodded, pushing back my chair and making my way to his office, my pulse pounding in my ears and my heart beating suddenly.
When I stepped inside, Xander was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers tapping against the polished surface.
His sharp gaze met mine. “Close the door.”
I did. He was definitely the boss here and I must obey him if I'm willing to keep up with this job.
“Sit.” He commanded.
I hesitated before lowering myself into the chair across from him.
For a moment, he just stared at me.
Then, he sighed, for once, I saw a expression of exhaustion written on his face.
“I’m sure you saw the memo.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He leaned back in his chair, studying me carefully. “I wanted to inform you personally that you’ve been selected for the trip.”
I kept my face neutral. “I read the message.”
His jaw tensed. “It’s a two-week trip, Beatrice. We’ll be traveling together.”
I nodded again, my hands tightening into fists beneath the table. “I understand.”
There was a brief silence before he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.
“About yesterday…” He paused. “I was wrong.”
I stilled.
What?
“I shouldn’t have dismissed your work like that,” he continued. “I—” He hesitated, as if the next words were difficult for him to say. “I owe you an apology.”
I stared at him, completely speechless.
Xander Thane, apologizing?
Was I dreaming?
“I’m not expecting you to forgive me right away,” he added, his gaze serious. “But I want you to know that I acknowledge what I did.”
Something in my chest tightened.
I didn’t know if it was shock or something more complicated.
For the past five years, Xander had been nothing but cold, distant, and impossible to read. But now, for the first time, he was—
Human.
And it scared me.
Because if he was capable of regret, of guilt…
Then what else was he capable of?
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. “Thank you… for saying that.”
His gaze lingered on mine for a second longer before he nodded. “You can go.”
I stood up, still trying to process everything.
As I reached for the doorknob, his voice stopped me.
“Oh, and Beatrice?”
I turned back to him.
A shadow crossed his face, his expression unreadable.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about before the trip,” he said. “Something… important.”
My heartbeat quickened.
“What is it?” I asked carefully.
His lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ll talk later.”
I hesitated, but eventually, I nodded.
As I walked out of the office, an unsettling feeling settled in my gut.
Something was wrong.
And I had a sinking feeling that whatever Xander wanted to tell me…
It would change everything.
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VBeatrice's POV.By that time, the ticking clock in the corner filled the void in between us.I was in front of the mirror, fiddling with the neckline of my dress and attempting to pay no attention to the tension in the atmosphere. The memory of last night — the kiss, the heat, the tension — had yet to leave me and was clinging to me like a second skin. I can sense him heavy across the room. Xander’s specter loomed large in my thoughts, a reminder that nothing about this matter was simple.I attempted to concentrate on the task at hand, adjusting my gown, yet my mind remained wandering back to him. The way his lips had seared against mine, the way his hands had gripped me like I was something valuable, someth
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Beatrice’s POVMy heart was pounding.For a brief moment, I had been positive — absolutely positive — that the man in the corner, the one with the torrid gaze, was Kai.The same Kai who had carved me with scars, the same Kai who once swore that I would never escape him.My body had reacted before my brain caught up, my breath rapid, my fingers shaking slightly as fear twisted in my belly like a tightening rope.But when I blinked, when I actually looked, I saw —It wasn’t him.The man standing there had the same build, the same broad shoulders, and the same piercing gaze that had plagued my nightmares, but the closer I looked, the more the illusion fell apart.His stance was different. Gold details graced his mask, which Kai would never wear. And the most revealing thing of all?There was no cruel smirk, no sly glint in his eye that foretold suffering.Just a stranger.I took a deep breath, willing my heart to slow.Get a grip, Beatrice.I took a shaky breath out, turned away and shov
Beatrice’s POVNight of MasksAfter the meeting I had to go out for some air.All the weight—of all the hushes, all the looks, the things I didn’t say to Xander, and the things he didn’t say to me—seemed stoppering my breath. So I started to head back to the hotel suite the minute I could.Xander attend to some urgent business matters this morning so I had the perfect excuse to get a much needed breather.I walked inside, kicked off my heels, flopped down on the couch and rubbed my temples. Everything was happening too quickly.” First, I was forced to stay, and now, I was heading to a masquerade party with Xander.I sighed, grabbed my phone, and after scrolling through my contacts, found the one name that could if only vaguely, help me relax—Sarah.The second ring, she picked up.“B, what’s up?” Her voice was airy, though I could hear the fatigue underneath.I smiled faintly. “I just needed to hear something familiar.”Sarah exhaled. “I figured. “How’s Cape Town treating you?”I lean
Beatrice’s POVThe Lines We Can’t CrossI was warm.Too warm.The gentle rise and fall of deep breathing stretched across my ears, the musk and something that was so distinctly him wrapping around me like a second skin. My body was snug in warmth, utterly comfortable — except for one small issue.Something was off.Something was wrong.My eyes opened wide, and the moment I did, my heart jumped and I froze.Xander.He was right there.Staring at me.I sucked in my breath, choking on it as I observed him. He was on his side, propped on one elbow, his dark eyes glued to mine as if I was the most interesting thing. Like I was something interesting.There was a kind of charge in the air between us, like the space repels unfelt speeches, unfelt things.Neither of us spoke for a long moment.The only sound was the distant roar of the city outside, muffled by the heavy hotel curtains.Finally, his deep, husky voice shattered the silence.“Why are you on my bed?”I swallowed hard and pulled th
Beatrice’s POVHis Secrets in the DarkAfter the uncomfortable silence that had pervaded the room minutes before, both Xander and I had an unspoken agreement.“I’ll take the couch,” I said, heading toward it with as much confidence as I could muster.Xander’s eyes darted to the plush king-sized bed and then back to me. His jaw clenched, as if he wanted to argue. “Suit yourself.”His tone was inscrutable, but I noticed the minute change in the angle of his body — how his fingers twitched at his sides, the infinitesimal drumroll between him and the world he was about to leave. He didn’t like the idea. But he let it go, for now.I shunted aside the way my chest tightened at the idea of him arguing further, of him insisting I take the bed. It would have almost been easier if he had stayed cold, detached, how he once was. This new version, the version of him who lingered too close, who looked at me the way you’d look at something soft and precious, was so much more dangerous.Xander reache