Madeline looked down, her face a deep shade of red as she fidgeted nervously. She seemed utterly embarrassed, her hands clasping and unclasping as if she didn’t know what to do with them. Finally, she sat opposite me, clearly struggling to find the words."I know I’ve been overdoing it," she admitted after a heavy pause."Overdoing what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."Overdoing this." She gestured vaguely toward the table and then around the kitchen. "Everything."I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "I really don’t understand, Madeline. Could you just explain to me what’s going on so I can understand what the hell you’re talking about?"She exhaled deeply, leaning forward slightly. "Okay, this is the thing. I realized I haven’t been welcoming, and I haven’t been acting well towards you ever since you came here," she began, her tone cautious.I raised my eyes in a way that said, 'Alright, I’m listening. Keep going.'I wasn’t about to interrupt her now. She knew she had been treating me
I stared at her for a moment as I thought about how she had made me feel. My emotions swirled—anger, sadness, and hope all fighting each other. She had hurt me so deeply because I thought she would have understood. I had expected her to be in my corner, but she hadn’t been. It had felt like losing my mother all over again because she had been playing that part for a long time, and it wouldn’t be easy to forget that either.But I could see the effort she had made. I could see that she was trying. She really tried. She did all of this, the food and made a mess of herself in the process, and now sat there, waiting for my response. I exhaled, my shoulders relaxing slightly."Madeline," I began, my voice steady but firm. "I won’t say I’m not hurt by what you did because I am. It did hurt me. You did hurt me. But I can also see that you’re trying, and that means something to me. I cannot say it will go back to the way it used to be, but I can say that I want there to be peace in this house.
"Rose, are you okay?" I asked, watching her with concern as she stood there, wide-eyed and frozen."Um…um, sorry," she mumbled, quickly bending down to pick up the cleaning utensils she'd dropped. Her hands fumbled, and after gathering everything, she hurried out of the room without looking back.I turned to Madeline, a questioning look on my face. "What was that about?""I don't know," she replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "She was so surprised to find us together, I think."I frowned, confused. "Why would she react that way though?""You know Rose," Madeline began, settling into her seat. "The two of you have been at odds, and she was pretty mad at you. Honestly, being like her mother, I was just trying to comfort her during that time. And…well, it’s true, I was with her. I was on her side. So, we kind of hated you together."She said it in a lighthearted tone, almost joking, but it still hit a nerve. I forced a smile, though the memory of those strained moments was still raw."Yeah,
I sat there, lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together the worry threatening to consume my mind. The silence of the early morning felt heavy, and the unanswered questions gnawed at me. Emerson’s absence, Jason’s casual comment—everything felt off, and the uncertainty was unbearable.When I thought I couldn’t take the stillness anymore, I decided to move. Perhaps doing something, anything, would help ease the restless feeling.I opened the window, the cool morning air brushing against my face. I made my way to Emerson’s verandah, drawn to the promise of quiet reflection. The world outside was serene, the faintest hints of dawn creeping in, yet it offered me no peace.I stood there, looking out into the distance, my hands gripping the railing as if steadying myself against the weight of my thoughts. But even the calm view couldn’t soothe me. After what felt like an eternity, I exhaled deeply, realizing I’d had enough of staring into the void.Turning back inside, I made a decision t
EmmersonI looked at Mina, and I could tell she was anxious. The way she shifted slightly, the uncertainty in her gaze—it was clear she didn’t know how I’d react to what she’d done. But what she didn’t realize yet, what I needed her to know, was that I liked it.I loved what she’d done.Her taking the initiative, making decisions, putting her foot down—even though she wasn’t sure if I’d approve—it showed strength. It brought balance to us, to our relationship.You see, I’m older than Mina. Old enough to be her father, truth be told, and that naturally gives me a certain leverage over her. Not just age, either. My wealth, my experience, my knowledge of the world—those things, too, have a way of tipping the scales in my favour.But she... Mina. She balances it all.She brings spice into my life, a brightness I didn’t know I needed. She gives my days meaning, and fills them with louder happiness than I’ve ever known.And I have to admit, I never thought this would happen. Not in my wilde
EmmersonHours earlier, I had been reluctant to leave Mina behind. The thought of being away from her after our weekend together felt unsettling, but duty called. Work waited, and I had no choice but to head to the office.As soon as I stepped out of the car, Jason was already at my side, a folder in one hand and his phone in the other, firing off instructions like a well-rehearsed machine. "Mr. Blackwind," he started, keeping pace with me, "we’ve got a full schedule today. Here’s the updated itinerary. We’ll need to go through these documents before the meeting."At least we had been exchanging updates over the weekend, so I wasn’t walking in blind."All right, so when are we expecting her?" I asked as we strode towards the elevator."According to her assistant, she’ll be here by 10. That gives us a couple of hours to finalize everything.""Good. And Eric?"Jason hesitated, a slight tension creeping into his voice. "He hasn’t arrived yet."I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, f
“Yes, a success it was,” Tina said, nodding with satisfaction. She then scanned the room, her sharp eyes landing on each member of my team. “But where is she? I haven’t seen her, and I was expecting that she would be here.”Her words caught me off guard. I coughed lightly, trying to buy myself a moment to compose my response. I hadn’t anticipated Tina bringing up Mina during this meeting—it wasn’t something I had prepared to address.Without thinking, my eyes flicked toward Eric. His tightened jaw and the rigid set of his shoulders made it clear he wasn’t pleased with the turn in conversation either.“She’s actually... she’s not around,” I said carefully. “She won't be able to join us.”Tina frowned, clearly disappointed. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied. “When you gave this project to Eric, I worked a lot of the time with Mina—Eric’s wife—and I really thought, when you told me Eric was in charge, that she would be involved too. She understood my vision perfectly and knew exa
Returning to the boardroom, I sat down and casually gave Eric a few minutes to collect himself and join us. Predictably, it didn’t take long for him to reappear, his face a mixture of frustration and defeat. He slipped into his seat quietly, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.I turned my attention back to Tina Flager, dismissing Eric from my thoughts entirely. "Sorry about that," I said with a calm smile. "Mina left, but I’m confident we can find a way to convince her to return."Eric’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. His mouth moved soundlessly, no doubt struggling to contain the torrent of words he wanted to unleash. He understood, though. He knew I wasn’t bluffing earlier. So, for once, he stayed silent.Tina raised a perfectly manicured brow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, really? You’d be willing to do that?" she asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "You’re quite the boss, Emerson. And here I thought jealousy might get in the
Trey just grins. "I try."I roll my eyes at him. "I can’t believe you’re actually defending hanging out with Eric." I practically spit out his name.Trey rolls his eyes at me too. "Okay, first of all, I didn’t know he was going to throw the vase at you like that. And second, I get that you’re mad because he’s a cheater, but that doesn’t mean I have to cut him off completely. I can still talk to him. I can still be friends with him.""Yeah, because you’re also a cheater, aren’t you, Tracy Flager?"Trey freezes. His eyes narrow. "Okay, hold on a minute. Just because I’m friends with a cheater doesn’t make me one."I scoff. "Cheaters are the worst kind of people."" What if it was someone close to you? What if it was your mom for example? If you found out your own mother was a cheater, what would you do?" "If I found out my mom cheated on my dad, I would never speak to her again. Ever." My voice holds no space for doubt. Because I know it’s true. The way I loved my father? If my mom
“Come on, Trey, just tell me. Who is it?” I demand, my mind racing with a million different possibilities.Trey lifts his hands, making a grand gesture as if unveiling a piece of art. “Mommy dearest, of course.”I frown. “My mother?”He bursts out laughing. “Of course not. I don’t even know your mother. I meant my mom.”His mother? "Your mother?". He nods excitedly. “Tina flager?” I ask again He grins. “Yep! Isn’t it great? This is going to be an interesting dinner.”I stare at him, baffled. “Are you crazy? You want me to have dinner with your mother?”Trey just shrugs, like this is no big deal. Like the last time I sat at a table with him and his mother, it didn’t end with him in the hospital. Like his mother didn’t want to drag me to a police station by my hair.“The last time the three of us were at the same table, your mom literally tried to have me arrested, Trey.” “I know, good times,” he says, smirking. “Just think about it— in a few decades, when we’re old, sitting in ou
He takes a breath. "I cannot work with Emerson. I’m not working with your ex-fiancé. I’d rather work with your ex-husband than work with your ex-fiancé."I raise an eyebrow. "Wow!""We already have bad blood, okay?" he says, shaking his head. "I don’t want to be in a situation where I say something about you sleeping so beautifully in my bed, and then I find myself in the hospital again."It’s a joke. And I laugh, because—well, it’s true.He grins. "See? You’re laughing. Good beginnings."I shake my head, amused. "So? What are you proposing?""Not proposing," he corrects. "I already did the proposal. I pitched it to the team, and the Blackwind board, and they understood me. They agreed with me."I frown. "Agreed with what?"He leans forward. "You don’t want to go back to the company. But you’re passionate about this project. You want to do this. So if you and I are going to work together, why not do it from here? We can set up an office here—just like A, B, and C."I hesitate. "And wh
I'm already standing, walking to my bedroom. I step inside, and lock it—this time with bolts. I take a long shower, washing off everything that happened today. By the time I slip into bed, exhaustion lulls me into a deep, dreamless sleep.The loud ringing of my phone wakes me. I groggily reach for it, rubbing my eyes as I glance at the screen. An unknown number.For a moment, I consider ignoring it, but something makes me pick up.“Hello?” My voice is hoarse with sleep.Silence.“Hello?” I try again.Then I hear it—the familiar voice,“Nina.”I sit up instantly. “Emerson?”“Yes.” I exhale. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”“I’m fine,” I say. “Don’t worry about me.""I… I wanted to come after you. I wanted to stop you and talk to you... When you left, I wanted to hold you, to take care of you. I knew you needed me, but I also knew you wouldn’t have liked that. So, I just had to stand there and let you leave.”I sigh. “It wouldn’t have made a good picture if I wanted to quit and prov
I go shopping and buy new clothes.Yesterday, when Trey came back from wherever he had disappeared to, he brought me a few outfits because, according to him, I didn't have any. But today, I doing the shopping. I have my own money—the money Emerson gave me for my trip—so I take myself shopping.I even go to the salon and get my hair done. My nails, too. I throw a spa day for myself, just me, a celebration of… whatever this new chapter of my life. In the evening I have dinner, and then I head towards Trey’s penthouse.I think it’s time I start looking for my own apartment. I have Emerson’s money, after all.Or, you know what? I could still go on that trip to Rio.These are the thoughts running through my head as I step into the elevator. I get off the elevator and I open the door. The moment I step inside, I freeze.I blink, processing the sight in front of me.Trey is standing right there, in the exact spot where I stood yesterday when he came home with that blonde bimbo.And he’s hold
Then, all at once, the decision is made."This is not worth it," I say, standing up so fast my chair scrapes against the floor. I’m not doing this. I don’t care about this job, this project, this entire damn company. I’m not safe here.No one stops me as I step away from my desk."People have put things in my drink," I continue, my voice growing louder. "I don’t even know if they were trying to poison me or just being assholes. I don’t know what they’re capable of. And now this?" I motion toward the broken vase. I look at Eric, who has a forced smile on his face. I know that smile, he knows he fucked up but he is not going to own up to it or apologize. "No. I’m done." I announceI turn toward Emerson. Our eyes meet. His expression is unreadable, but something flickers there—something like regret.I smile tightly, grabbing my bag. "I’m leaving."And this time, I mean it.I am out of the door and already in the parking lot, walking towards my car, ready to leave it all behind. But t
I wake up the next morning in a surprisingly good mood.And as always, when I’m in a good mood, it’s all white for me. A white suit, white shoes, and, of course, my white handbag.When I pull into the parking lot, I spot Trey right away. He’s leaning against his car, phone pressed to his ear, talking animatedly. The moment his gaze lands on me, his entire face lights up."There you go, Miss Harper," he greets, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I’ve been waiting for you. I thought since it’s my first day here, you could show me around."I arch a brow. "You don’t work for Black Wind Company, Treyson. You’re just an affiliate.""Still means I get to be here, doesn’t it?" He smirks. "Besides, don’t tell me you don’t want to see how amazing I look today."I roll my eyes, but I can’t help taking him in. He does look good—annoyingly."Well, you seem to be in a good mood," he notes.I don’t confirm or deny it. Instead, I just say, "You could say something like that."We chat as we walk in
The minute I step inside the penthouse, I close the door behind me and slump to the floor.And then, I start sobbing.I cry. And I cry. And I cry.I have no idea why the tears won’t stop falling. Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s frustration. Maybe it’s everything catching up to me all at once.Then, suddenly—The door handle rattles.I freeze, my heart hammering. My head snaps toward the door in alarm.Then I hear Trey's voice—low, amused. A woman’s voice follows, laughing a little too much, a little too loud. And then—kissing sounds.Panic grips me.Oh God. They’re coming in here.I can’t let them find me like this. A mess. My mascara is probably streaked down my cheeks, my eyeliner smudged, my hair wild.I jump to my feet, wiping my tears in a hurry. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth it down, to make myself look less like someone who was just breaking down on the floor.And then the door swings open and Trey walks in With her. The blonde beauty from the club.I sho
We were already in the parking lot. Emerson’s driver had stepped out, opening the car door for him.Then, Trey’s words came back to me.He just decides. One moment, he pushes you away and tells you to take time and think for yourself. The next, he decides you're his again. Just like that.And wasn’t that exactly what was happening?Right now, he had decided I was his girl again. Right now, I am sick, weak, and unable to stand on my own. So he was taking me home. Taking care of me. But what happens tomorrow morning when I wake up feeling fine? Will I still be his? Or will everything go back to how it was—cold, distant, uncertain?Was he doing this because he still loved me? Or was it guilt? Some sense of responsibility because he thought I couldn’t take care of myself?The more I thought about it, the more I realized something painful. Maybe Emmerson was right. Maybe I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself. I never had been. I'd never really been alone. And that scared me more than a