Ravenna's fingers hovered over her phone for a moment before she dialed Rylan's number. He picked up on the second ring."Ravenna," his voice came through, a mix of surprise and something else she couldn't quite place."Rylan," she replied, keeping her tone casual. "Is everything alright? Your message seemed urgent."There was a brief pause before Rylan chuckled. "Actually, it's nothing serious. You left your watch at the jazz club last night. I found it after you'd gone."Ravenna allowed a small smile to play on her lips. Of course, she'd 'forgotten' the watch on purpose, but Rylan didn't need to know that."Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, injecting just the right amount of distress into her voice. "I've been panicking about losing it. Thank you so much for finding it, Rylan.""It's no problem at all," he assured her, his voice warm. "I can mail it over to you if you'd like.""Oh, that's not necessary," Ravenna said quickly. "I know you'll be coming to do business with my father soon
Ravenna sat on her bed, turning the watch over in her hands. Soren's unexpected appearance had thrown a wrench in her plans to get closer to Rylan. She needed another opportunity, and soon.Reaching for the file on Rylan, she flipped through it until a particular detail caught her eye. "Golf enthusiast," she read aloud, a smile spreading across her face. "Perfect."For the next few days, Ravenna worked tirelessly on Soren's project, determined not to give him any reason to follow through on his threats. By Saturday morning, she was exhausted but satisfied with the proposal she'd put together.Closing her laptop with a sigh of relief, Ravenna made her way downstairs. She found her parents watching TV in the living room, while her friend Daniella lounged on the couch, munching on a bag of chips.Daniella looked up as Ravenna entered. "Wow, you look horrible," she said bluntly.Ravenna rolled her eyes. "Thanks, I really needed that," she replied sarcastically.Her mother frowned with con
Later that night, Ravenna stood in her kitchen, absently swirling a glass of wine as she stared out the window. Her mind kept circling back to Soren. What did he know about Rylan? Why was he so invested in keeping her away from him?She took a sip of wine, her brow furrowing. Maybe it was time to change tactics. If Soren truly hated Rylan as much as he seemed to, perhaps they could work together. After all, he had hinted at Rylan having blood on his hands. Could Rylan have hurt someone close to Soren?Before she could second-guess herself, Ravenna grabbed her phone and typed out a quick message to Soren: "We need to talk."She stared at the sent message, sighing. Hopefully, she could get his help without exposing too much of her own motivations.Just then, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Rylan:"I'm sorry about today. Can we talk?"Ravenna hesitated before replying: "It's fine. Don't worry about it."Almost immediately, another message came through: "I'm outside your
Ravenna stepped into her walk-in closet, eyes scanning the rows of carefully curated outfits. Tomorrow night's date with Rylan needed to be perfect - every detail had to be just right. Her fingers trailed over silky fabrics and sleek designs before stopping on a deep burgundy dress."This is it," she murmured, pulling it out.The dress was a masterpiece of seduction - form-fitting with a plunging neckline and a slit that climbed dangerously high up her thigh. She held it up to herself, admiring the way the rich color complemented her skin tone.Ravenna smirked, imagining Rylan's reaction. "He won't know what hit him."She laid the dress out carefully, then selected a pair of strappy black heels and delicate gold jewelry to complete the look. Satisfied with her choices, Ravenna went to bed, her mind buzzing with anticipation for the following day.The next morning, Ravenna arrived at the office early, determined to get ahead on her work before her date. She was deep in concentration, p
Ravenna rushed into the boutique, her heart racing with anticipation. She had less than two hours before her date with Rylan, and everything needed to be perfect."Welcome back, Ms. Thorn," the stylist greeted her warmly. "Are you ready for your transformation?"Ravenna nodded, a determined glint in her eye. "Absolutely. Let's make this unforgettable."For the next hour and a half, Ravenna was pampered and primped to perfection. Her hair was styled into loose, elegant waves that cascaded down her back. The makeup artist worked her magic, accentuating Ravenna's natural beauty with smoky eyes and a deep red lip that matched her dress perfectly.As Ravenna slipped into the burgundy dress, she couldn't help but admire her reflection. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, the plunging neckline and high slit adding just the right amount of allure."You look stunning, Ms. Thorn," the stylist breathed, adjusting a final curl.Ravenna smirked, her eyes glinting with satisfactio
Ravenna groaned as she heard noise filtering up from downstairs. Groggily, she dragged herself out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, her hair a tangled mess and her pajamas rumpled. As she entered the kitchen, she froze in shock.There, sitting at her family's breakfast table, was Soren Blackthorn, casually sipping coffee with her parents."Ah, good morning, sleeping beauty," Soren smirked, his eyes trailing over her disheveled appearance.Ravenna's parents turned to greet her. "Good morning, sweetheart," her father said cheerfully. "Mr. Blackthorn dropped by to discuss the interior project."Ravenna stared at Soren, then down at her outfit, mortified. Soren's smirk widened. "Interesting pajama choice, Ms. Thorn. I particularly enjoy the mismatched socks."Ravenna's eyes narrowed. Without a word, she strode over to Soren, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him towards the garden. "Excuse us for a moment," she called over her shoulder to her bewildered parents.Once outside, Rav
The morning sun cast long shadows as Ravenna crouched behind a parked car, her eyes fixed on Rylan's office building. She'd been there for hours, hoping to catch a glimpse of something—anything—that might give her an edge. But so far, all she'd seen was the usual parade of suited executives and harried assistants.Just as she was about to call it quits, a flicker of movement caught her eye. A man dressed in black, his face obscured by dark sunglasses, slipped out of an alley across the street. There was something off about him—the way he moved, the constant scanning of his surroundings. Ravenna's instincts screamed danger.Heart racing, she ducked out from behind the car and began walking briskly in the opposite direction. She could feel the man's eyes on her back, hear his footsteps echoing her own. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced it down. She wasn't some helpless victim—not anymore.Spotting a busy coffee shop ahead, Ravenna ducked inside and wove through the crowd
Ravenna's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she strode through the lobby of Rylan's office building. Her heart raced, but she kept her expression calm and confident. As she approached the security desk, she plastered on her most charming smile."Good afternoon," she greeted the guard. "I'm Ravenna Thorn, here to see Rylan Matthews."The guard checked his list and nodded. "Of course, Ms. Thorn. Mr. Matthews is expecting you. Please take the elevator to the 30th floor."As the elevator ascended, Ravenna took deep breaths, steadying her nerves. The doors opened, revealing a sleek, modern reception area. Rylan's assistant, a petite blonde woman, looked up with a bright smile."Ms. Thorn, welcome. Mr. Matthews is just finishing up a call. Please, go right in."Ravenna nodded her thanks and pushed open the heavy oak door to Rylan's office. The room was impressive – floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, while tasteful artwork adorned the walls. Rylan