“Mr. Windsor,” Valerie called, her breath shaky and her eyes avoiding him. Ranya’s face furrowed in displeasure as a web of inquiries filled his mind.Despite his internal conflict, he was determined to meet with Vivian to address and resolve any misunderstandings, knowing he had to confront his inner turmoil to prevent further harm.“What, Valerie?” His voice was cold and dismissive. “What is it?”“I’m extremely sorry, sir, but while you were away, the Prime Minister came.”“What?” Ranya asked, casting a dreaded look at her. “Did you?” He stared at her and then at his office door. “You’re not saying you let him wait for me?”“I couldn’t stop him, sir,” she replied, following closely behind him as he walked faster yet calmly into his office, anger visibly exuding from his entire being. He opened the door to his office, and there he was, standing elegantly, watching the view of the city, his broad shoulders turned away from them.Ranya’s angry eyes bore deeply into Valerie, causing her
“California isn’t all bad, really,” Willie MacQuoid said, munching on a ramen burger. Ever since they arrived in Los Angeles, she had fallen in love with the city’s unique culinary delights. “You all just said California; nobody told me we’re coming to LA.”“I told you,” Mr. MacQuoid replied, sitting across from her at the dining table, his eyes on the magazine gifted to him by a friend he met on the plane. “I’m good with locations.”“Dad, you need to try this. No one will believe how magically delicious it is until you have a bite,” she persuaded, pushing the burger towards him with an encouraging smile.Mr. MacQuoid forced his eyes away from the magazine, nodding his head while eyeing her emphatically. “There’s no way I’m eating a burger made of noodles.”A long, throaty laugh escaped Calista’s throat as she walked into the dining room holding a dish filled with chicken-fried steak, its sweet aroma filling the whole room.“Don’t feed Dad those crispy things. We left Texas, but we sh
“You are the rude brat from the airport,” Willie interjected stubbornly, despite the glares from her mother.“I remember you,” his husky voice laced out, walking closer to the family. “How am I having just limited people here? I asked for twenty, and I have just four.”Mr. MacQuoid stared, stunned by his extreme arrogance. But having worked with such people, he knew how good they could be. He squinted, trying to identify where he had seen the cute face before.Anthony turned to Mr. MacQuoid, displeasure evident on his face as he watched him intently. “I bet you’re their leader since you’re the eldest. Where are the rest of you? And please make sure she...” he pointed at Willie, “...does most of the cleaning. Now get to work.”Calista stared, her lips partly open as he walked to the sofa, sitting comfortably while he rubbed his temple in agitation.Willie scoffed loudly, her eyes staring daggers at him. Mrs. MacQuoid seemed to be tongue-tied, as a slight smile played across her lips.T
“Ranya?” Vivian squeaked from the bathroom, her legs clashing against the marble floor as she approached him. “Why wouldn’t you let me fix this house? It looks so lifeless to me.”Ranya sighed, turning slightly towards her, the coldness in his expression easing as he gazed at her. “The house looks perfectly fine, Vivian.”“Why won’t you let her fix it, Ranya? What are you scared of?” Ranya thought.“No...” she blurted, grabbing his tie, attempting to help fix it, but he stepped back, a forced smile on his face. “I can handle it.”Her lips parted slightly, trying to say something, but her lips wouldn’t budge.Since she moved in a month ago, she had noticed his changed demeanor. He seemed to be pushing her away, despite his skilled attempts to hide it from her, not wanting her to feel unimportant. She knew he wasn’t the loving Ranya she had once known.She released the tie and observed him adjusting it around his neck. Her gaze lingered on his eyes, noticing the absence of the warmth th
Damian’s eyes widened in shock at Ranya’s proposition. How was the almighty Ranya Windsor asking for a favor with pleading eyes?“What?” Ranya asked, his voice deep, with a hint of displeasure. “You can’t go?”“No... not really,” Damian replied, blinking his eyes repeatedly. As expected, whatever emotional gaze Ranya had on a few moments ago disappeared like it had never been there in the first place. How Ranya was able to do that remained a mystery.“I think this is bullshit anyway,” Ranya groaned, igniting the car. “I shouldn’t be here in the first place.”Damian furrowed his brow, confusion laced across his face. “You’re giving up already? Aren’t you here to see someone you obviously don’t have the balls to face?”Damian knew saying those nasty words meant little or nothing to Ranya; in fact, not a bit of his ego was bruised, but he couldn’t help giving in to his rising curiosity. Firstly, who was Calista MacQuoid, and what business did he have with this cold personality?One good
“It’s not his, and you know it.”Vivian stared at the message before her, unable to comprehend it. What on earth was she saying? How did she even find out about it?She paced around the empty house, the weight of the situation pressing down on her.“How do I explain this to Ranya without him kicking me out of his house? Since I returned, we’ve only had sex once, and he didn’t even finish!”Ranya wasn’t foolish; he was observant. She couldn’t pin a child on him without him suspecting her. She had to find a way to make him believe whatever lies she would weave. She had to make him give in; she would ensure it!“What about Yang?” she muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed on the message sent by the woman who threatened to ruin her life if she didn’t comply.Her phone rang suddenly, making her jump in fear as she nervously picked it up. It was an unknown number, but she knew who it was.After much hesitation, she answered, placing the phone to her ear.“You know better than to ignore t
“Marry me, Vivian,” Ranya blurted, his voice trembling as he knelt on the ground, holding the ring he had bought four years ago. The words felt wrong, and for reasons he couldn’t comprehend, he wished she would say no.Vivian’s eyes widened, her hand slipping away from the door handle. “Ranya?” she whispered, shock evident on her face.What was he doing? He should be happy, but instead, he felt a hollow ache in his chest. Why did this feel so wrong?“Let’s get married, Vivian,” he repeated, barely above a whisper, as if testing his own resolve.“I don’t understand this sudden... Are you under any pressure?” she asked, taking tentative steps towards him. Her voice wavered, and her eyes searched his face for answers.Maybe Signoral finally made an audible move since she has been acting in the shadows. Perhaps her grandfather finally made a move because she remembered how he left home this morning. Ranya is clearly acting on instinct.Ranya met her gaze, his eyes betraying the turmoil wi
"A freaking coffee shop?" Emily screeched over the call. "You've got to be kidding me.""No, Em, I consider it worthy. You would have loved it if you were here. It's still growing, but I'm so proud," Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop.The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right."I can see you did a good job with the interiors. Los Angeles must have good interior decorators," Emily confessed as her friend showed her th