VICTOR’S POV
Today was Grandpa’s 70th birthday. For as long as I could remember, Grandpa had been my anchor, my guide, and my strength. He raised me after my parents passed away when I was just a baby. A man as serious and focused as he was, taking care of a helpless infant must have been a monumental challenge. Yet he did it, and he did it well. Lately, though, I’d been too caught up in work to visit him. Weeks turned into months, and the guilt lingered like a shadow. So, today, I cleared my schedule, canceled a meeting, and made sure nothing came between us. On my way home, I decided to pick up a gift. Grandpa deserved something special. As I stood at the counter in the store, browsing through options, I overheard a complaint from a young lady to the salesgirl. Her voice carried sharpness, but beneath it was an undercurrent of sadness that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just her tone that caught my attention—it was the weight of her words, each one laced with quiet frustration. Oddly enough, instead of feeling irritated by the scene, I found myself intrigued. She had a slim, elegant frame that moved with an effortless grace, her posture hinting at both confidence and vulnerability. Her features, though delicate, carried a strength that made her impossible to overlook. She walked away, her presence lingered, leaving an unexpected impression I couldn’t quite shake. --- When I finally arrived home, the look on Grandpa’s face made the effort worthwhile. “You shouldn’t have canceled work for this, Victor,” he said, smiling warmly. I shook my head and handed him the gift. “Nothing is more important than you, Grandpa. You’ve done too much for me. This is the least I can do.” We embraced, and he patted my back like he always did when he wanted to say he was proud of me. The moment of warmth didn’t last long. Just as we were settling into the evening’s celebration, the doorbell rang. I frowned, wondering who could be interrupting. When I opened the door, two police officers stood there, their expressions grim. “We’re here to take Mr. Thomas into custody,” one of them said. “He’s accused of involvement in a murder case from 25 years ago.” I froze. “What? This has to be some sort of mistake!” Grandpa stepped forward, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Victor, let them do their job. I have nothing to hide.” But I couldn’t just stand by. My chest tightened as they led him away. Without wasting a second, I called Daniel, my best friend and a trusted police officer. “Daniel,” I said, “Grandpa’s been arrested for murder. You have to help me.” His voice was firm but reassuring. “I’ll look into it right away, Victor. Just stay calm.” --- That night, I barely slept. My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. Grandpa wasn’t capable of murder—he wasn’t capable of hurting anyone. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding or a setup. The next morning, I called my secretary and ordered him to dig into the case. “I need every detail,” I told him. “Anything that might clear Grandpa’s name.” He worked tirelessly, and after a few hours, he finally had some information. “Victor,” he said, placing a file on my desk, “the daughter of the deceased is applying for an assistant position at Sterling Corporation.” Curious, I opened the file and froze when I saw the photo. It was her— the girl from the store. The one whose fiery attitude had caught my attention. --- I decided to personally attend her interview. This was unusual for me. I rarely joined entry-level hiring processes, and my presence caused some surprise. “Mr. Victor,” one of the interviewers whispered, “you’ve never joined these interviews before.” I ignored the comment, focusing on the young woman sitting across from us. Her name was Isla Morgan. There was something captivating about her—the way she sat confidently yet with a trace of nervousness in her eyes. "Am sorry sir," he said when he noticed my silence to his comment. “Ms. Morgan,” I began, “why do you think you’re the right person for this job?” She looked directly at me, her gaze steady, as though she wasn’t intimidated by the power imbalance in the room. “I don’t have office experience, but I’ve worked in a busy coffee shop for two years. There, I learned how to manage time, solve problems, and handle different types of people. It taught me to be strong and flexible, and I believe these skills will help me in this job.” Her voice was calm and collected, but there was a certain warmth in her tone that made me want to hear more. Another interviewer frowned. “You’ve never worked in a company before. How will you handle the pressure here?” She smiled faintly, her lips curling ever so slightly. “I’m used to pressure. Serving impatient customers during the morning rush and keeping everything under control has taught me to stay calm and get things done. I’m confident I can do the same here.” I found myself intrigued, not just by her words but by her demeanor. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone; she was being herself. “What would you do,” I asked, “if we gave you a task you don’t know how to do?” Her lips parted slightly as she thought, and for a brief moment, I noticed how her eyes softened. “I’d take the time to learn and research it. If I needed help, I’d ask. I believe the only way to grow is by taking on new challenges and learning from them.” Her answer was practical, but the quiet passion in her voice made it feel personal. She wasn’t just answering a question; she was revealing a part of herself. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I asked, leaning forward slightly, curious about her response. Her expression shifted, a subtle vulnerability crossing her features. “I see myself as someone who has grown in my career and as a person. I want to make a difference wherever I work and prove that hard work pays off.” There was something unspoken in her words, something that hinted at a deeper story. I wanted to know what it was, and that thought alone caught me off guard. When the interview ended, I stood and shook her hand. Her touch was soft yet firm, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow. “Thank you, Ms. Morgan. We’ll be in touch,” I said, my voice quieter than usual. As she left the room, her perfume lingered—a delicate, sweet scent that stayed with me. I turned to the panel. “Hire her,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. One of them hesitated. “Sir, there are others with more experience—” “I said hire her,” I repeated firmly, cutting them off. As I watched her walk away through the glass panel, I felt an unfamiliar pull. Isla Morgan wasn’t just another candidate; she was something more. I couldn’t quite put it into words, but I knew one thing—I wasn’t going to let her fade into the background. Later that day, I told Daniel about the coincidence. “Hire her,” he suggested. “If her father was the victim, she might know something about the case.” "I already did," I said. but my reasons weren’t purely investigative. There was something about Isla that intrigued me on a personal level. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way she carried herself with quiet strength. This was only the beginning. I was determined to uncover the truth about Grandpa’s case, and somehow, I felt that Isla might hold the key.ISLA'S POV The day I got the job offer from Sterling Corporation felt like the first ray of sunlight after a storm. It was more than a job; it was my ticket to a better future, and save my mom's life.The first person I wanted to share the news with was Judith. I headed to the café where I used to work before everything fell apart.Walking into that place brought mixed emotions. Jason owned the café, and seeing him there was inevitable. Still, I had news worth celebrating, and I wouldn’t let anything dampen my spirits.Judith was behind the counter when I arrived. She spotted me and waved me over with a big smile. “Isla, what’s the occasion? You look like you’ve won the lottery!”I grinned, unable to hold back my excitement. “Judith, I got the job at Sterling Corporation!”Her eyes widened with delight, and she leaned over the counter to hug me. “I knew it! I knew they’d see how amazing you are. This calls for a celebration. Coffee’s on me!”Before I could reply, I heard a familiar v
VICTOR’S POVWhen Isla accepted my invitation to dinner, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, though I did my best to hide it. It wouldn’t do to let my feelings show too soon. Over the meal, I opened up about something that had been bothering her—why I tolerated Emma’s attitude so much.“Her father was my father’s driver,” I explained, my voice calm and steady. “They both died in the same car accident.” Isla’s face softened, her expression tinged with understanding. “Emma does have talent, but her temper has always been a problem. I try to overlook it as long as she doesn’t go too far.”I noticed Isla’s demeanor shift. She seemed to regret judging Emma so harshly before hearing the whole story. In that moment, something between us changed. She no longer seemed as guarded, and I felt a small victory in earning her trust.---Later that evening, after returning home, my phone buzzed. It was Daniel, his tone serious as he shared an update on the investigation. “Victor, we’ve hit a sn
ISLA'S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the room around me was unfamiliar. My heart began to race. This wasn’t my hotel room. Panic crept in as I tried to make sense of where I was. My head throbbed, a dull ache reminding me of last night. What happened? How did I end up here?I sat up, clutching the sheets tightly around me, and that’s when I saw him—Victor. He was already awake shirtless on the couch, his broad shoulders catching the soft morning light. His muscular body was enough to make my breath hitch, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to think.“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, the panic escalating. “Did we…” Then I said loudly, “Did we….?”Victor must have noticed my discomfort because he turned to me, a calm but serious expression on his face. “Relax,” he said, his deep voice steadying me. “Nothing happened last night.”I blinked, processing his words. “Are you sure?” I stammered, my cheeks burning.He nodded, running a hand through his disheveled ha
ISLA'S POVThe events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, but this morning’s revelation left me even more unsteady. My mother’s surgery was paid for. The money had come from someone, but I hadn’t done it.As the car stopped at a red light, I decided I couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Victor,” I said, my voice hesitant.He looked up from his laptop, his expression calm. “Yes?”I took a deep breath. “It was the hospital. They called to confirm they received the transfer.” My voice shook slightly. “Was it you? Did you transfer the money to them?”Victor stopped typing and turned to face me fully. His blue-gray eyes met mine, sincere and steady. “Yes,” he admitted without hesitation.I blinked, stunned. “But… why?”He leaned back slightly, his tone calm and patient. “You got drunk last night and told me about your mother’s surgery. You cried, Isla. You told me you didn’t have the money to save her.”I felt my face flush with embarrassment. God, how could I be so stupid when I was
VICTOR’S POVAs I went through my phone I got Daniel’s text. Daniel had news—important news. He mentioned something about the Morgan case and insisted we meet face-to-face. I quickly replied, asking him to come to the office once his less busy as he said this wasn’t something to discuss over the phone.Glancing to my side, I noticed Isla deep in thought. She seemed distracted ever since the call from the hospital. Her brow furrowed slightly, her gaze distant as though she were processing something profound.I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Isla’s directness was something I admired. Most people danced around the truth, careful with their words. Isla, however, faced matters head-on. Even when she was clearly flustered, she didn’t shy away from speaking her mind. That unpolished honesty was what made her stand out. It made her… charming.“You look like you have questions,” I said casually, breaking the silence.She glanced at me, startled, her cheeks flushing. “I just… I wasn’t expect
ISLA’S POVThe morning sun shone brightly as I made my way to the office, feeling lighter than I had in days. Knowing that my mother’s surgery bill had been taken care of gave me an immense sense of relief. Thanks to Victor, my boss, I could finally focus on work without the constant weight of worry. With a smile on my face, I entered the office, ready to tackle the day’s tasks.As soon as I stepped in, Emma stopped me.“Isla,” she said sharply, her arms crossed and her tone skeptical. “Karen told me your salary was paid in advance. Is that true?”I paused, surprised but not entirely shocked. Karen, the financial director, was Emma's close friend, so it made sense for her to hear about it. “Yes, it’s true,” I answered cautiously, unsure of where this was going.Emma narrowed her eyes, her voice rising so that everyone around us could hear. “You’ve been here for less than a week. What makes you think you deserve special treatment? What qualifications do you have to draw your salary in
ISLA’S POVThe world truly is small. As I stared at the man sitting beside me, I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions. What was he doing here? Why had he approached me? My instincts told me to be cautious, but I couldn’t ignore the strange coincidence of running into him, someone I had seen in Victor’s office.He leaned in slightly, offering me a warm smile. “Hi,” he said smoothly.I nodded, responding with a curt, “Hello.” I wasn’t in the mood for small talk with someone I barely knew.After exchanging a few meaningless pleasantries, I couldn’t hold back my impatience any longer. I turned to him and asked directly, “What do you want from me?”My bluntness seemed to catch him off guard. He blinked in surprise before his expression softened. There was something more genuine in his demeanor now. “I guess there’s no way fooling you,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Yes, I know Victor. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”So, I was right. “A friend of Victor’s,” I repeated, study
VICTOR’S POVI sat in my office, listening as my secretary went through the schedule for the day. There was a board meeting in the afternoon to discuss the company's business plan for the next quarter. It was a crucial meeting, one that would determine our direction and strategy for the coming months.After my secretary finished, I gave him a nod and said, “Make sure the meeting documents are ready. I don’t want any mistakes.”“Yes, sir,” she responded before leaving the office.Once she was gone, I leaned back in my chair and ran a hand through my hair. I had a lot on my plate, and I needed to make sure everything was handled properly. After a brief moment of thought, I pressed the intercom button.“Isla, come to my office,” I said, my voice firm.A few minutes later, she walked in, dressed in a sharp professional suit, her hair neatly pulled back. She looked sophisticated, capable, and confident—so different from when she first joined the company. I had noticed how much she had grow
NATHAN’S POVI wasn’t planning to see Sienna that day.She’d called earlier in the morning asking if I still had the spare keys to my old apartment. Apparently, a few of her belongings were still tucked away in the hallway closet—left behind from the chapter of our lives I preferred to leave unread. I told her I’d be at the restaurant all day and she could swing by to pick the key up there.The Yard was already buzzing with energy when she arrived, her signature scent trailing in ahead of her. She had always been composed—polished like fine silver—but today there was something lighter in her steps. Maybe it was the sun or the scent of rosemary in the air, but even I couldn’t deny how easily she still blended into places like this.“Still my favorite spot,” she smiled as she slid into a booth near the corner.I nodded, handing her the key across the counter. “Figured you’d show up before lunch. Still remember your usual?”Sienna glanced at the chalkboard menu and laughed softly. “You h
ISLA'S POV The lights inside the gallery shimmered like stars caught in motion, casting warmth over sleek canvases, glass sculptures, and colorfully dressed guests weaving in and out of conversations. The event was going smoothly—Tasha’s idea to merge creative exhibitions with culinary excellence had turned out to be brilliant. Nathan’s corner had drawn a crowd, as expected. People weren’t just eating—they were savoring. Even the art enthusiasts lingered around his table longer than necessary, sampling delicate bites and engaging him in cheerful banter. Isla watched him, a soft smile playing at her lips. He moved with grace and humility, laughing modestly when someone complimented his smoked truffle crostini or lavender lemon tart. “This is a hit,” Tasha whispered beside her, sipping a glass of Prosecco. “You were right about him. Everyone’s raving.” “I’m glad,” Isla replied. “He deserves this. He’s been hiding too long.” “Is he always this humble?” Tasha asked, raising an eyebro
ISLA'S POV The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across my apartment. I sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in hand, my thoughts swirling like the steam rising from the mug. The events of the past few days played in my mind—Nathan's unexpected kiss, the lingering tension between us, and the invitation from Tasha. It all felt like a whirlwind, and I was caught in the middle, unsure of where I stood.I glanced at my phone, noting the time. I had a meeting with Tasha later today to discuss the upcoming event at her gallery. She had mentioned it briefly when we met, but now it seemed more significant. The idea of merging corporate events with creative showcases was intriguing, and I couldn't help but wonder how Nathan would fit into this world.As I sipped my coffee, I thought about Nathan. He had been distant lately, his usual warmth replaced with an air of mystery. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something, something important. But wha
ISLA’S POVThe memory of seeing Sienna in Nathan’s apartment still burned at the edges of my thoughts. I wasn’t angry—at least, not in the way I had expected. But I was confused. It felt like pieces of a puzzle I didn’t know I was solving were being scattered again. Nathan had explained it all: she needed help, it was temporary, she was moving out soon. But that didn’t make it easier. Knowing Sienna had been in his space, the same space I’d come to feel safe in, twisted something in my chest.Still, I pushed through my day at the office, handling back-to-back meetings and trying to focus on my work. Judith must have sensed something off because she nudged my arm during a break and whispered, “You sure you’re okay? You’re staring at your coffee like it said something offensive.”I laughed softly. “I’m fine. Just tired.”“You sure it’s not ‘Nathan’s-ex-roommate-is-hot-and-still-kinda-there’ tired?” Judith grinned, clearly trying to lift my mood.I gave her a look. “Not funny.”“Okay, ok
ISLA'S POV I should’ve known the calm wouldn’t last long. Something about the way Nathan held my hand as we walked out of the restaurant made my heart race, but that peace was fleeting. The night had gone perfectly—until now.It just a night, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since that dinner. Nathan had kissed me gently after driving me home, and it wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise. But promises have a way of being tested.I had no idea that stepping into Nathan's apartment would shake me up the way it did. After the incredible dinner we shared last night, I had a strange urge to surprise him—just a casual drop-in to bring him break fast, maybe a slice of my favorite pie from that little corner bakery I knew he liked too. Something light. Something romantic. I guess I just wanted to see his smile again.Not in that awkward “Hi, I’m meeting you for the first time” kind of way. No. We had met before.She was the woman Nathan hugged warmly. I’d known there was a history between them. Na
ISLA’S POVNathan and I were already seated at the restaurant. The food had just arrived, and we had started eating. I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful and natural it felt. We talked about our favorite meals, and Nathan kept making me laugh with silly food jokes. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed this – laughing freely, feeling seen, and just… happy.Nathan looked up at me with a boyish grin. “This is nice, right?”I nodded, my heart fluttering a little. “Yeah. It is.”We continued eating, sharing bites from each other’s plates and laughing over how I liked my pasta creamier while he preferred his spicy. We had barely made it halfway through our meal when something shifted.A voice. A familiar one.My fork paused mid-air.I knew that voice.“Isla?”I turned my head slowly, my stomach tightening as my eyes met his. Victor.He stood just a few steps away from our table, dressed in a crisp dark suit, looking just as surprised as I was.“Victor?” I said, stunned. “Wow… it’s been
NATHAN'S POVAfter I complimented Isla’s dress and told her how beautiful she looked, her smile lit up like the night sky. I offered her my arm, and she gently held onto it as we headed to the car. I walked to the passenger side, opened the door like a gentleman, and she stepped in with a playful smile.“Thank you, sir,” she teased.“Only the best treatment for the prettiest girl in the city,” I replied, grinning as I closed the door behind her and moved to the driver’s seat.It wasn’t a long drive, but I took my time. I wanted the night to go slow, to take it all in—her presence, her smile, and the chance to show her how I truly felt. I had been planning this night for days. I’d checked everything twice, from the wine list to the table view. I wanted it to be perfect, something she would remember.When we got to the restaurant, it was glowing with soft golden lights. Everything looked perfect from the outside. I parked the car and quickly walked around to open Isla’s door again. She
NATHAN'S POVAfter my long and heartfelt conversation with Sienna, I realized something. Life was unpredictable, and sometimes we needed to take bold steps to go after what we truly wanted. That night, while lying awake and staring at my ceiling, all I could think about was Isla. Her laugh, the way she looked at me with both curiosity and warmth, and the way she made everything around me feel lighter. I had made up my mind.The next day, after making sure everything was in order at the restaurant, I pulled out my phone and called her. It was early afternoon, the sun pouring in through the windows of my office."Hello?" Isla answered, her voice soft and familiar."Hey, I have a surprise for you," I said with a smile.There was a pause, followed by her excited voice, "Really? A surprise? This sounds interesting. Does this mean you've finally decided what you actually want?"I could almost hear her smiling through the phone."I've always been clear about what I want," I said, my voice a
NATHAN'S POV Sienna and I had been spending a lot of time together lately, more than I expected when she first walked into my restaurant after five years of silence. It was as though time had folded in on itself, bringing us back to those days when we were inseparable. But it wasn’t the same. Something had shifted in both of us. We laughed a lot. About the old days. The way I used to try and impress her with overcooked pasta and how she pretended it was the best thing she’d ever eaten. She reminded me of the time I attempted to surprise her with breakfast in bed, only to spill orange juice all over her military documents. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that since she got back, and it made something in my chest loosen. One evening, after closing the restaurant, we sat on the back patio sharing a late dinner. "Have you found a place yet?" I asked casually, sipping my wine. She hesitated before answering. "No. I’m still looking. Been staying at a hotel for now. The place I liked fell