Lena's POV
I couldn’t stop smiling. This was everything I’d ever dreamed of. The fancy gala, the people, the prestige. My parents were sitting proudly in the front row, watching me like I was the crown jewel. And tonight, I was. The Reynolds family, once modest and humble, was now a top-tier name, thanks to me, Lena Reynolds, soon to be Lena Wells. “Lena, the board is already discussing the upcoming mergers,” my father said, his voice filled with pride. “Grant has done wonders for the company, but now that you're engaged, we’re seeing even bigger deals come through.” I nodded, trying to suppress my grin. “Everything’s falling into place, Dad. This is just the beginning.” My mother, Barbara, chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She'd always been a party lover. “You’ve made us so proud, darling. And that ring,” she said, taking my hand, "it’s stunning.” I smiled and touched the diamond ring on my finger. It sparkled under the lights. Everything was perfect. Until Verena appeared. “Well, well, well, I hope I didn't break this little family chat” Verena’s voice was shrill, just like I'd always known her. She sauntered over to the circle, her lips curled into a mocking sneer. “If it isn’t the woman of the hour. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” I blinked. “Excuse me?” Verena scoffed at my surprise. “Oh, come on, Lena, don't play dumb now. You must’ve known this wouldn’t stay hidden forever.” “What are you talking about?” I’d always known Verena didn’t like me, but to confront me here, now, on my big night? That was low, even for her. My mum folded her arms. “Verena, don’t you have anything better to do than try to ruin your son’s happiness? Get a life.” Verena snickered. “Oh, Barbara, sweet naive Barbara. You honestly think Grant’s going to marry her?” Then she leaned closer and whispered to my mother, “Never, just watch." Before I could respond, I saw him — Grant Wells. CEO of the Wells family and my husband to be. He’d just walked into the hall, tall and commanding, looking every bit the man I’d fallen in love with. Relief washed over me. I was about to greet him when his eyes locked onto mine. But instead of the warmth I expected, there was fury. Grant didn’t stop. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even acknowledge me. He grabbed a folder from his personal assistant and then yanked me to the corner, his grip tight. “Grant, what are you—” I started, but the look in his eyes silenced me. “Explain this, now.” he growled, throwing a stack of pictures at me. I looked down, my heart racing. There I was, in one photo shaking hands with a rival company’s executive, and in another, sitting with one of Grant’s closest friends in a restaurant. Dressed in a low cut red dress, his hands on the small of my back. “Grant, no, this isn’t what it looks like! I swear” Shut up,” he snapped, his voice ice-cold. “I should've known better,” he shook his head like I was a total disappointment. "I should have known you were a gold-digging snake, just like the rest. Was this your plan all along? Get close to me, use me to climb the social ladder, and then stab me in the back?” Tears stung my eyes. “Grant, what are you talking about? They're people looking,” I tried to calm him as I saw the cameras begin to flash. “Don’t lie to me, Lena!” he barked, unfazed by the crowd. “I’m done with this charade. I’m done with you.” He turned, marching toward the stage. My heart pounded in my chest as I rushed after him. “Grant, please, don't do this!” I was lost, confused and nearly having a heart attack. But it was too late. He grabbed the microphone, silencing the crowd. “Everyone, I have an announcement to make,” he said, his voice chillingly calm. “The engagement is off.” The room went still. I froze, unable to breathe. “I’m not marrying a liar and a cheat,” he continued. “Lena Reynolds is nothing but a gold digger, a fraud, and a whore.” Gasps echoed around the room, cameras flashing. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. “No,” I whispered, stepping forward, reaching out to him. “Grant, please, this isn’t true. Someone is trying to ruin us. Let me explain—” “Explain?” He scoffed, “I've seen all I need to. I don't need any more of your lies, Lena.” Grant tossed the microphone away and marched off, leaving me with the crowd, the flashing lights and the nosey journalists in my face. My worst nightmare was playing out. I couldn't believe my eyes. As if I hadn't had enough, Verena stepped in. “Take off the ring,” she hissed sharply. “You don’t deserve it.” I stared at her, my vision blurry with unshed tears. “What?” “The ring. Now.” Verena smirked, stretching her palms. “You heard my son, the wedding is off. There's no way I'm letting a leech like you keep the diamond ring.” “Mother-in-law please, just let me explain! I didn’t do any of this. It’s a misunderstanding.” “Don't you ever!" She snapped in my face, “Ever! Call me that again. The Reynolds family could never get tangled with the Wells. Did you really think you would weasel your way into his life while still being a whore and a bloody backstabber? Conniving with a rival company, how low of you!" I shook my head, the tears of trying so hard to hold finally falling freely. Streaking down my face. Ruining my makeup. "Take it off, Lena. Don't make me call the security.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the ring. My entire world was crashing down around me, and Grant was letting it happen. My mother stepped in, trying to intervene. “Verena, please. My daughter would never do that.” “Stay out of it, Barbara,” Verena snapped. “After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.” My parents, once so proud, now stood in shock and disappointment, their faces pale and horrified. Mom, dad, I didn’t… I didn’t do any of this. You have to believe me.” But they didn’t respond. They just stood there, defeated. I pulled the ring off, my hands shaking, and placed it in Verena’s outstretched palm. She smiled cruelly, turning to the crowd. The Wells family will never mix with charlatans,” she laughed. I staggered, grabbed my purse and fled the gala.Lena’s POV“Lena, that went incredibly well,” Damien’s voice was full of pride as he walked beside me, matching my pace. I smiled, still riding high from the successful meeting. “It did. The Asian market is tough to break into, but we nailed it.” “You won them over without even trying hard,” Damien said with a grin. “How could they not sign the deal? You were brilliant in there.” I smiled. Damien wasn't economical with his compliments. I shrugged, smiling. “That’s what I’m here for.”His eyes seemed to sparkle as he glanced at me. “Speaking of which… How about we celebrate tonight? Dinner? You know, something to unwind.”I swallowed and paused. “Damien, I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got a lot of unfinished work on my desk to think about something else. ”He chuckled softly, not backing down. “Come on, Lena. You work too hard. You need to let loose sometimes. What harm could a dinner do?”“I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice firm. “I’m not ready for such distractions just yet. We sti
Lena's POV I walked into the office the next morning with a straight face. The kiss with Damien never happened. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. This was business, nothing else. Quietly, I sat at my desk, flipping through the papers from yesterday’s meeting. There was a knock.“Miss. Reynolds?” It was Grant’s secretary, holding a file in her hands and wearing that annoyingly polite smile.I didn’t look up. “What is it?”“Mr. Wells asked me to deliver the final draft of the contract. He’s very eager to hear back from you.”I sighed, finally glancing at her. “Tell Mr. Well, that I’m not interested in the partnership.”Her smile faltered. “But, Ms. Reynolds, this deal is very beneficial—”“I’m not inclined to take any business advice from you, missy,” I cut her off with a stern voice. “Now, unless you have something else, I suggest you leave.”The secretary blinked, taken aback, then she gave a tight nod. “Very well, I’ll let him know.”As she walked out, I sighed. This wa
Lena’s POV The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I was on the couch with a blanket over me, pretty warm. I grabbed my phone from the table, a series of missed calls and messages on my phone, most of them from Damien. Why was my phone on silent? “Grant!” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Why did you put my phone on silent? Why didn’t you tell me Damien was trying to reach me last night?”Grant was casually sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone like everything was normal. “Oh, that? I didn’t think it was important. Besides, you looked too exhausted to take calls.”I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? It wasn’t your decision to make, Grant! I would’ve taken his calls.”“Would you?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Look, Lena, you were half asleep by the time you had that coffee. There was no way you were talking to anyone coherently. I did you a favor.”I clenched my fists. “I don’t need your favors, Grant! Damien’s calls were my business, not
Lena's POV “We knew you'd do the right thing, honey.” Those were my mother's words, and they have haunted me since yesterday.As I stepped into my office, Damien was already there, leaning against my desk, his arms crossed and his expression stiff.Damien rarely looked pissed. Today, he was furious. His gaze was fixed on me. "So, it's true?My heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"Don't play dumb, Lena. I know about the partnership with Grant Wells."I flinched. "Damien, How did you know that?He shrugged, his jaw clenched. "I have my resources. You think you can just agree to something like that and keep me in the dark?"I sighed, my head dropping slightly. "Damien, this is for my family. I didn’t expect you to understand.""Oh, I understand, alright." His voice was sharp, almost accusing. "You’re making a deal with him for your family after refusing to take the deal for Mega Hawke, do you have any idea how that looks?”It’s not like that!" I shot back. "It’s…it’s comp
Lena's POVI stood there, staring at Damien, who was now kneeling down in front of me full of hope. My heart raced. There were several onlookers and most of them had their phones out with their lenses trained on me, ready to capture what they thought would be a great moment. But all I felt was chaos and guilt in my heart.“Lena,” Damien started and, for the first time, he almost pleaded, “I know things have been rough. But, I love you and do not want to lose you. Will you marry me? Let us pack up everything and start over.”As he said this, I could feel the heat rising from my neck to my cheeks as everyone held their breath. The scene of Damien proposing was something straight out of a fairy-tale, the kind of fairy-tale every little girl dreams about. And yet, here I was, so bitterly disappointed, because deep down I already knew the truth. I knew what happened last night and Damien would never know. He didn't know my mistakes, the structure of the agreement I had signed, the trust I
Lena's POVHe turned over, inhaling terribly with the effort of collecting himself again. After what felt like an eternity, he looked at me again in silence, his face giving away nothing.“Right now, I need a little bit of time to process this,” he said in a low voice. “Lena, this is not something in my life I can pretend has occurred and then go on with my life. It is a massive game-changer.”I understood and hated the helplessness that incurred seeking anything further and nodded. “I comprehended. Take all the time you require."Damien nodded once before turning away and exiting the room, leaving me standing there. An unbearable pain rose in my chest and I stood there, knowing all too well that I might have just lost the one person who cared for me.I walked back to my office somewhat in a daze and was hardly cognizant of my environment. On my desk was a message from Grant.Grant: Dinner? Let’s meet tonight. We have things to discuss.Willing myself to calm down was of no use as I i
Lena's POV I averted my gaze, embarrassed. “Because I thought I would be able to manage it myself. I didn’t want you to think of me as a pathetic person who needed to be rescued. I believed I was strong enough to handle it all, but I was mistaken. I hurt you, and I hurt myself.”Damien let out a long sigh and stared at his palms. “Lena, I appreciate that there was pressure on you, but I need you to know that it is not true. There is no need for you to bear the burden all by yourself. I wanted to help you… if only you allowed me to.”It was a moment of stillness, and I felt my eyes begin to get watery. “I understand, and I apologize so much. If it were possible, I would turn back the clock and act in a different manner. While I do not ask you to simply let it slide, I wish you to understand that I am motivated to compensate you in any way I can, as best as possible.”He breathed out, if only to soften that rigid look a little in what seemed to be a pitying way. “Lena… I am not sure th
Lena's POV That night, I laid on the bed thinking about the series of events that had transpired over the past weeks. No, I was aware that I could not alter history, but I could envisage a better tomorrow. And that tomorrow had no place for Grant or anyone else for that matter.In the morning, I woke up resolved. I was going to show Damien and, more importantly, myself that I could be a worthy person without him. And even if it proved to be the hardest thing to do, I was going to go out there and fight for him, for us.Damien entered my office, an envelope in hand, ready to take over. I was so entrenched in work, trying to organize several bits and pieces into place, that I hardly noticed him. He coughed politely, my attention diverted from my work, and when I looked up, he was right beside my desk with an unreadable look on his face.“Lena,” he began, after a moment’s silence, and extended the envelope to me. “This was delivered this morning. It is an invitation for an awards gala.
Cassidy's POVSomeone somewhere should have added that to the list of things which would occur after the wedding-that-wasn't. Days just played along, chatter, pitying glances, and endless speculation. Wherever I went, gazing eyes filled with curiosity and schadenfreude followed. The estate of my family was once home but has now turned into a gilded cage, every room echoing memories of what had been kept.Beth stood by me, her steadfast loyalty to me the only anchor in the storm. She'd ward off the intrusive calls, ignore the buzzing notifications on my phone, and times and again, remind me that I wasn't alone.But I felt so alone.For years, I had built up the perfect image of being good enough for Grant, the girl who we all adored. And now, that particular image was shattered, and I had to face the fact I had been too scared to admit: my worth wasn't tied to him, but I didn't know who I was without him.One morning, the early sun streamed through the curtains of my bedroom and forced
Cassidy's POV The reflection in the fancy mirror was unrecognizable. My eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from hours of crying, and even the most painstaking makeup was now a black-streaked mess. The white dress that I dreamed of wearing down the aisle was crumpled and dragged on the intricate lace floor at a restless pace about my bedroom.Grant had left.The words kept ringing in my ears like a broken record, and each repetition drove a heavier shard of pain through what felt like my already tender chest. He hadn’t just left me; he humiliated me. In front of our families, our friends, and the world.He had left me for her.The thought was enough to churn my stomach. Lena Reynolds. The woman I had quietly envied for years; she was my adversary and shadow, the ghost of my past I could never compete with. And now, she was the one he had chosen.I fell onto the edge of my bed, holding the veil in my hands. A new beginning, a fairytale ending has turned into this really cruel reminder of
Lena's POV He stepped in, and I nodded, making way for him.He breathed in and ran a hand through his hair, gathering thoughts again. “Lena, I know I messed up..big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, let alone a second chance, but for today, being with you, laughing with you... that felt like... something like a preview of what could have been. What we could have been."I opened my mouth to answer, but he raised a hand to stop me.“I’m not asking for an answer tonight,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “All I’m asking is that you let me keep trying. Let me keep proving to you that I’m not the same man who walked away.”The sincerity in his voice and the raw honesty in his eyes left me speechless. I slowly nodded, my throat tight with unshed tears.“Okay,” I whispered, that single word holding more weight than I had ever expected.Grant’s shoulders relaxed, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips. “Thank you,” he said softly.He took a step close
Lena's pov The table had been simply but thoughtfully set - fresh fruit and pastries with a generous carafe of coffee. Charming in its simplicity and I hated how much it made my heart ache.“Did you sleep well?” he questioned as, without giving me a chance to respond, poured coffee into my cup.I wavered, not sure of my answer. “I guess,” I said finally; reaching for the cup, he slid toward me.He searched my eyes, and I knew that he wanted to, that he intended to ask more, delve deeper. To his credit, though, he didn’t press it.“I was thinking,” he began, his tone casual but his expression anything but, “Maybe we could take the day to relax.” No plans, no expectations. Just you and me."“I can see what you mean then, no special treatment,” I quizzed him. “No surprises, huh?” He laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Not today. Today is all yours." It was the fact that his voice was so genuine that threw me off the track, and before I could capture my runs of thought, my head was nodd
Lena's POVMorning light filtered through the folds of curtains that lavished a golden hue upon the room. I blinked it in; my body was heavy with exhaustion but wrapped in a warmth I had not known for many years. The wash of the ocean outside calmed me; the gentle crash of waves against the shore matched with the slow ebbing of my breath.For a moment, I lay still, suspended between sleep and wakefulness. Then the memories of the previous evening began flooding in, and my cheeks flushed as the actions played out in vivid detail. Grant's hands, rough yet achingly gentle, exploring every inch of me as if he were mastering me all over again. The way he whispered my name, his voice thick with emotion and need, as though I was the only thing left in the world. It was not simply physical; it was deeper than that. Every touch, every kiss, every moment was so raw and intense that it made me feel naked and cherished all at once. He took his time, speaking the words we were too scared to say
Lena's POV The steam curled around us warm and suffocating, and my heart raced as Grant stepped closer with his eyes fixated on me. His shirt stuck to him, wet from the rain, and beads of water rolled down his jawline like streams. "What are you doing?" I barely breathed, whispering the question."Staying." The response was simple, his voice steady but soft, as though he had suddenly become afraid any loudness might scare me away.I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively even though I had already shed clothes. "You can't just walk in here, Grant."He stepped closer, his earnest gaze piercing into me. "You could tell me to leave if that's really what you want, Lena, and I'll go. But I think we both know you don't want that.”I did hate it. It was not fair that he could read me so well. He had never been. I had built walls so high, so thick, for years, and here he was, breaking them like glass."You think you know what I want?" I said, a ton sharper than I meant.He paused, an ex
Lena's POV And just like it was, the evening seemed to fall like a dream, one that I had not realized was in me all along. After a long time, I actually started feeling free-free from the expectations that had shrouded her like a cloud, free from all those endless moments when she had to prove herself worthy, free from the hurt that had pierced her heart for so many days-and where I owe it all to Grant.As the sun lowered into the horizon, filling it with currants of amber and pink, he leaned back amply into his chair, watching me with pleasant eyes and a soft smile, as if everything he had said were true, as if it pained my heart as well."You are staring," I said, arching my brow at him, although I was playfully accusing him. "Can you blame me?" To that he returned in a warm, teasing voice. "You look...happy."I held my breath; the fork suspended above the final bite of dessert. Was I happy? The fearsome, cautious part of me wanted to say no, but, unfortunately for me, it was true
Lena's POV I shook my head, and the tears spread. "I can't, Grant. I can't trust you." "Then let me earn it," he said. "Let me prove to you that I'm not the same man who walked away all those years ago." I didn't answer. My heart was so full of doubt and fear. But staring into those eyes, I now saw something that I had not seen in a long time. And for the first time in years, I let the possibility of maybe, just maybe, things could be different cross my mind."Please, just give me till tonight," he pleaded, low in voice. "And I'll make you feel just like the first time we met."Arms crossed, I stared at him, narrowing my eyes, trying to read between lines. The first time we met? That seemed like ages ago when everything was brand new and fresh before everything fell apart. How in the world could he recreate that?"So much you're asking for," I said cautiously, words laced with doubt. "I know," he said, as he moved slightly closer. He was close enough that I nearly gasped, covering
Lena's POV The next day, I brimmed with the sound of waves crashing down on the shore. The rhythm of the sound puts the ocean both at ease and in confusion. For a moment or two, I forgot exactly where I was. The softness of the bed and the salty scent in the air drew me to a different location entirely. Then the realization slapped me: resort, rain, Grant. I groaned, rolled over, buried my face into the pillow. What have I gotten myself into? The memory of last night was blurry, but certain moments stood out with startling clarity: Grant carrying me to bed, the weight of his arms around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back as I drifted off. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment and rage surged inside me like a thunderstorm. Not right. None of this. I sat up in bed, the duvet pooling around my waist, and looked around the room. Beautiful. This one was, of course. Grant always had a taste for luxury, but somehow it was stiffened. The oversize windows encapsula