Pushing open the door, I found my mother sitting on the bed, her eyes heavy with concern but her face lighting up the moment she saw me.“Kirsten,” she whispered, her voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. “You’re here.”I knelt beside her, taking her hands in mine. “I’m here, Mom. I’m here.”And as I held her trembling hands, I realized once again that no matter how tough things got, this was where I belonged—by her side, fighting for the life we still had. “Thank you for taking care of her every time I’m gone, Sansa,” I said softly, my voice laced with gratitude as I glanced at my mother, now peacefully asleep on the couch. The sight of her resting brought me a small measure of relief, knowing she was in safe hands during my long hours at work.Sansa, my ever-reliable neighbor and a dear friend, gave me a warm smile and shook her head. “There’s no need to thank me, Kirsten. It’s the least I can do,” she replied, her voice gentle yet firm. “Your mother is like family to me, and I’m a
I turned to see my mother stirring, her eyes fluttering open.“Kirsten?” she murmured, her voice faint but filled with warmth.“I’m here, Mom,” I said quickly, moving to her side. “Do you need anything? Water? Another blanket?”She shook her head slowly, a small smile playing on her lips. “No, sweetheart. I just… I wanted to see you. You’ve been working so hard. Are you okay?”Her concern for me, even in her condition, made my chest ache. I forced a smile, brushing a stray hair from her face. “I’m fine, Mom. Don’t worry about me. You’re the one who needs to rest.”She reached for my hand, her grip weak but full of love. “I’m proud of you, Kirsten. I don’t say it enough, but I am. You’re doing so much for us, and I’m so lucky to have you.”Her words shattered the fragile wall I’d been holding up all day. I bent down, pressing my forehead to her hand, tears slipping silently down my cheeks.“You’re my everything, Mom,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay. I
The walk to the restaurant was brisk, the cool breeze a welcome distraction from the weight of my thoughts. By the time I arrived, the kitchen was already buzzing with activity. Mr. Reyes was waiting for me, clipboard in hand.“Kirsten! Perfect timing,” he said, motioning for me to follow him. “I wanted to go over the catering details with you.”I nodded, falling into step beside him as he led me to his office. The conversation was straightforward—small events, manageable menus, and flexible hours that could accommodate my current workload. By the end of it, I felt a renewed sense of purpose.“Thank you for trusting me with this,” I said earnestly, clutching the folder of notes he had given me.Mr. Reyes smiled warmly. “You’ve more than earned it, Kirsten. I’ve seen how dedicated you are, not just here but to your family. You’ve got the heart for this kind of work.”His words stayed with me throughout the day, fueling my determination as I navigated the usual rush of customers. By the
I missed the way their staff recognized me, smiling warmly and treating me like I was part of their team, even if only tangentially.But what I missed most—oddly enough—was the fleeting, almost intangible connection to the CEO of the company.I’d never spoken to him directly, never exchanged more than polite nods or the occasional acknowledgment and I never see him around the company. And yet, there was something about his presence that lingered in my mind. The way he carried himself—confident, poised, exuding a quiet authority that seemed effortless.Every time I entered that building, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of admiration. To reach the heights he had achieved, to command such respect and success—it was inspiring. It made me wonder about the journey he had taken to get there. What struggles had he faced? What sacrifices had he made?The mystery of who he really was intrigued me. Was he as composed behind closed doors as he appeared in public? Did he carry the weight of his p
For the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Mr. Reyes had said. The front desk staff had noticed my absence? It didn’t seem real. I miss her too! I always enjoy talking to her even though she was seem strict. What was it about me, a simple restaurant worker, that had caught her attention?That evening, as I walked home under the soft glow of streetlights, I felt a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in a long time: hope. Maybe my connection to Rockwell wasn’t over after all. Maybe this was just the start of something bigger—something I couldn’t yet comprehend.And for the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to believe that my path, uncertain as it was, could still lead somewhere extraordinary.The day I had been dreading had finally arrived—the day I had to say goodbye to my education, at least for now. Standing on the steps of my college, a mix of emotions churned inside me. Sadness, regret, and a lingering sense of failure clung to me like a heavy weight. This wasn
Lilith nodded, her expression thoughtful. “You’re doing what you have to, and that takes strength. But don’t give up on your dreams, okay? This doesn’t have to be the end of your education—it’s just a pause.”Her words were kind, but they couldn’t fully ease the ache in my chest. “I hope so,” I murmured.The rest of the shift passed in a blur of orders and chatter. I threw myself into the work, letting the routine distract me from the lingering sadness.Later, as I was cleaning up for the day, Mr. Reyes approached me, his usual warm but commanding presence filling the room.“Kirsten,” he said, his voice steady, “I heard you talking to Lilith earlier. About school.”I froze, unsure of how much he had overheard. “I… yeah. I had to withdraw,” I admitted.He nodded slowly, crossing his arms. “I know how hard that must have been for you. You’re one of the most hardworking people I’ve ever met, and I have no doubt that you’ll find your way back to school when the time is right.”“Thank you,
“If I may, Mr. Rockwell,” Mr. Reyes added, “Kirsten is an exceptional worker, and she’s been handling everything with remarkable strength. I’m sure she’d appreciate any support or kindness during this time.”“Noted,” I replied before ending the call.As I set the phone down, I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the city lights. My thoughts swirled, more complicated than before. Kirsten’s absence now carried a weight I hadn’t expected—a mix of concern and something else I couldn’t quite name.For reasons I didn’t fully understand, I knew this wasn’t the end of it.I stayed seated in my office, the phone call with Mr. Reyes replaying in my mind. Kirsten. So, that was her name. It fit her somehow—simple, unpretentious, and strong, much like the impression she’d left on me.I shouldn’t be dwelling on this, I thought, but the more I tried to push it aside, the more insistent the thoughts became. Her mother’s health. That’s why she was reassigned. The knowledge tugged at something deep
I ate in silence, the food good enough to satisfy but not enough to distract me from my thoughts. The brief glimpse of Kirsten earlier had stirred something I hadn’t anticipated—a lingering curiosity, perhaps even admiration for how she carried herself despite her obvious struggles.When I finished my meal, I waved over another staff member to settle the bill.“Did you enjoy your meal, sir?” the young man asked politely as he approached.“It was excellent,” I replied, handing him the payment. Then, I paused and pulled out a crisp bill from my wallet. “This is for someone named Kirsten. Please make sure she gets it.”The staff member’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly. “Of course, sir. I’ll make sure she receives it.”“Thank you,” I said, rising from my seat.As I left the restaurant, I cast one last glance toward the kitchen, half-hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But she didn’t come out, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her absence left behind.Still, I felt a quiet
Anton reached for my hand, his fingers curling around mine in that reassuring way that always made me feel safe. “I’m right here with you.” Together, we made our way to the venue—a small, private room in a government building. It wasn’t extravagant, but it felt right. The judge greeted us warmly, and after a few moments of formalities, we stood facing each other, the weight of the moment settling around us. Anton’s eyes never left mine as the judge began to speak. I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, my emotions swirling. This was it. This was the beginning of everything. When it was time to exchange vows, Anton went first. “I promise to love you, cherish you, and stand by your side in every moment, no matter what comes our way. You are my heart, and I am yours.” Tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke, his words so genuine, so full of meaning. I could feel the sincerity in his voice, and my heart swelled with love for him. When it was my turn, I took a deep breath,
As we stepped through the door, our hands still intertwined, the world outside seemed distant. The comfort of our home wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Anton pulled me close, his arms slipping around my waist as he held me from behind. I could feel his breath against my neck, soft and warm, as he kissed me slowly, tenderly."Mrs. Rockwell," he whispered, his voice teasing, sending a shiver down my spine. His words were full of promise, of a future that, no matter how uncertain, felt like it was finally within reach.I let out a soft laugh, the sound light and carefree. "Not yet," I replied, glancing back at him, my eyes meeting his with a playful glint.His lips curled into a mischievous grin, the kind that made my heart race. "Oh, you will soon," he said, his voice low and intimate, as he tightened his hold on me just enough to make my heart flutter. "And I want you to practice a new signature with my surname in it soon."His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. It w
I smiled, a warm glow spreading through me. "I'm glad we took the chance. I can't imagine my life without you now."As we shared a tender kiss, the fire crackled once more, as if celebrating our newfound love. The sofa, witness to our passionate encounter, seemed to sigh contentedly, its cushions inviting them to stay a while longer. And so they did, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a world where only they existed, a world filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future together."When did you fall in love with me, Anton?" I asked, my voice soft as I looked up at him.He smirked, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my arm. "I fell for you when you were just a delivery girl," he admitted with a chuckle.I giggled, remembering those days. "I was so naive back then. I only wanted to get your attention so you would hire me. That’s why I started sending those special meals to your office. I thought if I impressed you enough, you’d give me a job."Anton smiled as if recallin
I stopped, turning my head slightly, but I didn’t let go of Anton’s hand. “Yes?”He hesitated, his lips parting and closing as though he couldn’t quite find the words. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter now. “Do you think I even deserve peace? After everything I’ve done to you… to both of you?”I sighed, glancing at Anton, who gave my hand a small squeeze. He didn’t intervene, allowing me to face Vincent on my own terms. “It’s not about deserving it, Vincent,” I said gently. “It’s about whether or not you want it. Whether or not you’re willing to change and work toward it.”He leaned back in his chair, his cuffed hands resting heavily on the armrests. His gaze fell to the floor as if searching for answers in the patterns of the tiles. “I don’t know if I can live with the guilt. Every time I think about what I’ve done… it’s like it’s eating me alive.”“Then stop running from it,” I said firmly. “Face it. Own your mistakes and make amends where you can. That’s the only way you’ll ever
He looked down at his cuffed hands, his voice lowering to a whisper. "So, I took advantage of it. Out of jealousy, out of spite. I wanted to take away something he cared about, something he might love, just to prove I could. I wanted to hurt him the way I thought he had hurt me... and you became the collateral damage."His words hit me like a tidal wave, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. All this time, I had thought Vincent’s actions were about me, about control, about possession. But now I realized—it was never about me. It was about his insecurities, his bitterness toward Anton, and his need to win a game only he was playing."You used me..." I whispered, the hurt evident in my voice.Vincent’s eyes met mine, and for the first time, they weren’t filled with arrogance or anger. They were filled with regret. "I did," he confessed. "And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.""I can’t believe you..." I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief and pain.Vincent nodded slowly, h
"Anton..." I hesitated, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap as I searched for the courage to voice what had been weighing on my mind. "Can I meet him?"The room fell silent, the air suddenly thick with tension. Anton’s jaw tightened, his usually soft eyes hardening as they locked onto mine. "Why do you want to meet him, Kirsten?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Because I feel like I need to," I said softly. "To free myself from him completely—for real this time. I need closure, Anton. I need to look him in the eyes and tell him that we’re done. And... I want him to ask for forgiveness."Anton’s gaze didn’t waver, but I could see the conflict brewing behind his eyes. For a moment, I thought he’d argue, tell me it was unnecessary, that I didn’t need to reopen that chapter of my life.But then, to my surprise, he nodded. "If that’s what you need," he said quietly, his voice firm but filled with understanding, "I’l
The days passed like a dream—soft, fleeting, and almost unreal. I hadn’t been counting them because, for the first time in years, I was truly happy. But that happiness was laced with an edge of unease, especially when Anton told me what had happened.Vincent had been captured. By Anton’s men.The news left a strange weight in my chest, and though I tried to push it aside, it lingered."What are you going to do to your brother, Anton?" I asked, my voice quiet but firm as I sat across from him in the spacious living room.Anton leaned back in his chair, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier. His brow arched slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sound like you’re worried about him."I hesitated, unsure how to answer that. Was I?Despite the cruel way Vincent had treated me, a part of me couldn’t deny that he had once been a significant part of my life. But worry? Love? Those feelings had long since faded."I’m not worried about him," I said, shaking my h
I learned from him that Vincent had resorted to sending death threats, demanding Anton leave the country. My stomach turned at the revelation. It was a side of Vincent I hadn’t fully understood until now. Anton, however, seemed unfazed, stating firmly, “He’ll pay for that. I’ll make sure he does. Threatening me gives me the leverage I need to put him behind bars.”The thought of Vincent—once the man I thought I loved—going to prison left me torn. A part of me felt justice was inevitable, but another part still struggled to reconcile this side of him with the man I had once known.And then there was Anton. The man who had been a stranger not so long ago but now felt like a lifeline. It was surreal to think back to the days when I would deliver lunches to his company, never once imagining that the CEO himself was aware of me. And now, here I was, living under the same roof with him."Can you believe this?" I murmured to myself one evening as I stood by the window, looking out at the exp
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he turned away, laughing bitterly. "We’ll see about that," he muttered, disappearing into his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I exhaled shakily, my entire body trembling. This wasn’t living. This was survival. I picked up my phone and opened Anton’s message again. Without overthinking, I typed: Me: I need your help. I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Within seconds, his reply came. Anton: I’ll be there in the morning. I stared at the message, a mix of relief and fear washing over me. Tomorrow, things would change. Whether for better or worse, I didn’t know. But one thing was certain—I couldn’t keep living like this. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened the night before. Vincent’s words still echoed in my mind—his possessiveness, hi