(ARIELLE'S POV)A few days later, I was at work, with the incident with Jared pushed behind me, and long forgotten. I had hired Stephen the day after his interview, despite his cringe-worthy attempts at flattery. “Love at first sight,” he’d said, which I brushed off as nothing more than an embarrassing expression of youthful infatuation.As the days rolled on, I got to know him better and realized I’d made a wise choice. At first it was hard to connect this young man with the elite crowd Mr. Stone loved to brag about. But once he settled into the role, I knew he was exactly what I needed.Stephen’s obsessive attention to food quality and his sophisticated palate were beyond impressive for someone so new. I couldn't be more content with him—if only he could tone down the dramatic declarations of his undying affection for me.Honestly, I had enough of his theatrics, and I often found myself silently pleading for Rebecca to rescue me with her usual excuse: “Ma’am, I really need you to
(ARIELLE’S POV)After leaving the restaurant, Dwayne and I strolled through the city, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on our skin. I still couldn't believe he was really here, walking beside me. Our daily calls and messages weren't the same as having him physically present. "I'm still in shock," I said, smiling at him. "Why did you come?"His eyes dangled with amusement as he glanced at me. "I missed you. Simple as that."His response left me momentarily speechless. I guess I would never get used to how straightforward he can be most of the time. We walked in comfortable silence for a while, taking the sights of the street together.“I noticed that young manager,” Dwayne suddenly said, making me halt in surprise. I told him about Stephen and even sent a photo, but I didn't expect him to recognize Stephen that easily especially when they were not up close. “He looked at you like he was ready to devour you whole,” Dwayne went on, his tone teasing and amusing. “Ah, youth.”I laughed,
(JARED'S POV)I was seated in the cafe, glancing at my wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time. Arielle hasn't responded to my recent call or text. I was starting to get worried. Has she changed her mind about meeting me?Just as I was about to call her again, someone walked into my line of vision and sat down across from me at the table. "Hi," she said, sounding out of breath."Hi," I responded and paused as my eyes skimmed her face. She looked flushed, the type a woman had whenever she blushed so hard from a man's compliment, or...or something more.The thought of that aroused an intense feeling of jealousy in me. I knew she'd been out with someone when I went looking for her at the restaurant, and I couldn't stop myself from asking."Have you found someone new to love?" I blurted, trying to sound nonchalant.Her face dimmed, as disbelief clouded it, and then immediately, it turned cold. "Three years and your memory is suddenly bad? You shouldn't forget the last time we me
(ARIELLE’S POV)I returned home feeling a whirlwind of different things in my mind. My eyes were open, but not quite focused on anything in particular.It felt like I stood at a crossroads, burdened by the weight of past choices and the one glaring decision looming ahead. I sighed with relief, taking a sip of water from the glass on the coffee table, trying to ground myself. A throbbing headache creeped in from my relentless overthinking.Jared’s face suddenly popped up in my head and I rolled my eyes involuntarily.I replayed the day’s events in my head by default —mostly because I couldn’t shake the memory off my head, try as hard as I did. An image of Jared’s face, sad and forlorn just sat in front of me, superimposed on every other thought. If I’d heard him right, he sounded really repentant. I was almost convinced that he was a different man from the one I’d run away from three years ago.But could a leopard really change its spots? The trauma of that time still haunted me. It f
(REBECCA’S POV)I showed up to work with a ready smile on my face, not for anything in particular —because the day was just as ordinary as any other. I moved through the motions of my role at the restaurant with efficient muscle memory for most of the day. “Who’s taking the order for table eight?” Stephen asked as he poked his head into the kitchen.He was looking brighter than the previous day when Arielle had a visitor. I could tell what upset him so much even though he’d rather we both pretended like that wasn’t the reason. “I am,” I finally announced. “It will be ready in a second.”“Alright. We don’t want our customers waiting on their orders for so long,” he said with a nod before walking away.I quickly prepared the order, a classic English meal, imagining the couple at the table celebrating something special—perhaps an anniversary or a first date.“Hello guys,” Arielle’s voice chimed in as she entered the kitchen. My heart skipped at the sight of her. She looked a bit pale,
(SOFIA’S POV)"Ms Sofia, this is Rachel from the card services department. Unfortunately, your credit card has been declined for the transaction you attempted today."My hand froze on the edge of the phone. “What the hell? Say it again??”“The payment could not be processed. Is there another card you’d like to use?"I swallowed, humiliation tightening in my chest. My heart pounded in my ears as I stared at my wallet on the bed, blankly. My grip on the phone tightened, and my voice shook when I finally responded, “No. It’s… it’s fine. I’ll call back.”The call ended, and I slumped back onto the pillows, my body heavy with despair. Sitting in my bedroom, my throat raw from crying, I glanced into the mirror. The person staring back at me wasn’t who I once was. The reflection was a hollow shell—cheeks streaked with mascara, eyes red and puffy.I didn’t see any reason to pretend I was strong anymore, after all, my days were collapsing around my feet faster than I’d ever feared. Everything
(SOFIA’S POV)I lay down on my back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. The sound of the humidifier in the background was my only touch with reality.My mind flashed back to the past. The first man I ever married was wealthy — decades older, but wealthy. That’s what mattered to me at the time. He promised a life of luxury and affluence. I never married him for love. I wish I never did.He turned out to be a control freak who hoarded most of his wealth from me and made me put up with an entire planet of rules and regulations, hollow promises and disgusting sex. I took it till I couldn’t do so anymore. I’d planned to wait until he died—he was nearer to his death day or so I thought — so I could inherit his wealth. But when an easier way out came to me on a platter of gold, I jumped at it. I was out at a pub one night and then a stranger walked up to me. He offered to help me in a way I hadn’t expected. The terms of his offer were strange to me: he was going to help me get out of my mar
(ARIELLE'S POV)"I'll be stepping out now, please ensure that nothing goes wrong in my absence," I said, as I took off my chef apron and hung it on the rail in the kitchen. I had just finished teaching the chefs a new delicacy and was about to rush off because I had somewhere important to be."Don't worry, Arielle. Everything is in control," Rebecca said with a reassuring smile.I nodded, "thank you," and walked out of the kitchen, heading to my office. Inside, I grabbed my bag, but as I made to leave, a thought struck me and I paused, retreating my steps to the restroom connected to my office.I stared at myself in the mirror and realized that true to my instincts, some things in my look needed to be straightened. I immediately got to work, straightening my hair, reapplying my lipstick, and spraying perfume. The scent of lavender filled the air, calming my nerves. As I looked up at my now perfect self in the mirror, I nodded and walked out.In the hallway, as I made for the exit, I
(DENZEL’S POV.)I licked my lips in self-absorbed satisfaction as I watched the gears in the man’s head move. He’s a dangerous man.That’s the first thought that struck me.There’s a vast difference between how men and women look at other men. A woman might first notice the tailored black suit sculpting his broad shoulders and tapering waist, the sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that gave him a sculpted air.But I? I saw the quiet promise of violence beneath his composed demeanor.He stood tall, his frame lean but deceptively powerful—built for precision rather than bulk. Those weren’t gym-trained muscles but the product of relentless, high-intensity exertion. A body honed for efficiency. For lethality.A man like Jared was a lion or a tiger—the noble king of the jungle. But this man was a leopard. Not the biggest beast in the wild, but the deadliest.I made a mental note: If I could deliver someone this menacing into my grandfather’s service as a foot soldier, the old man might jus
(DWAYNE’S POV.)My legs carried me in the direction I’d been looking earlier, my eyes involuntarily scanning the place for any signs of the face I’d seen. He was supposed to be away— at least for a long time. So it didn’t make any sense that I was seeing him out here in the open. Maybe I was just paranoid. Or maybe it was just my mind giving me a reason to keep away from Jared while he attained hero status before his son.I stepped around a family of three, the parents laughing as they tied their legs together with their little daughter’s. It was a simple, beautiful moment—one I had no right to interrupt. The little girl giggled, catching my gaze, and I gave her a quick wink before moving on. Then I saw him again. This time, he was in motion, moving through the crowds. My pulse slowed in calculated awareness. I didn’t know if he was the mastermind or just another pawn, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. I murmured “excuse me” and “sorry” as I cut through the moving bodie
(DWAYNE’S POV.)“Fist bump?” I held out my hand for Maverick and he brushed his knuckles gently against mine and pulled it backwards with a soft “whoosh” to mimic an explosion. Jared was in the corner. He’d finally let the paramedics tend to his injuries which thankfully didn’t need any serious medical intervention. Half a bottle of spirit and swabs of cotton later, he was all fixed up and ready for the race.The public address system crackled to life and all heads lifted up to the now cleared stage where the principal was standing, his face devoid of its usual sternness. The smile on his face seemed so out of place — and must have been an uncomfortable expression for him to make— because it looked more like a grimace than anything else.I pulled Maverick in closer and stroked his hair tenderly. Jared’s eyes trailed to us and he looked away.“I want to sincerely apologize again for the accident earlier on. You must believe me when I say the school will never do anything to put our st
(DWAYNE'S POV)I couldn't remember ever being scared as I was when I saw the chandelier falling. Without thinking, I bolted off my seat with one mission in mind; save Maverick. Fortunately, Jared was faster. And for the first time, I didn't think about who saved the little boy first, no thought of competition whatsoever. All that mattered at that point was that Maverick was safe.I just couldn't imagine what would have happened if anything had happened to either Maverick or Jared. As much as I hated to admit it, Jared was still my blood and that was not changing. I would rather have him alive as my sworn rival, than dead.As we stood there, trying to process what had just happened, parents approached us to offer consolation and thank the stars for not letting harm come to either Maverick or Jared. A group of school staff approached us, too, looking worried and apologetic."I'm so sorry, everyone," Maverick's class teacher said, her voice shaking. "It was an accident, a totally unexpec
(ARIELLE'S POV)After that round of activity was over, there were subsequent ones, and soon it was time for the talent show. In the talent show, parents anxiously watched as their kids and wards who were participating came on the stage. I was anxious as well, as Maverick was also participating.Minutes ticked by, and pupils trooped in and out of the stage for their performance, but there was no sign of Maverick. I shifted impatiently in my seat, wondering when his turn would be. His class teacher had earlier come to pick him up, citing that he had to get dressed in his costume in preparation for his performance, but there was still no sign of him.I was just about to turn to the others to voice my concern when Maverick emerged. He was the last to appear as others were already done with their performance. I sat up properly in my seat, curious about what Maverick would show. I turned to others to see if they were as anxious as I was, and that was when I found that Jared was no longer i
(ARIELLE’S POV)I was stunned by the question to say the least, but I braced myself. If I told him the truth, it would be hurtful. In the first three years of Maverick's life, his biological father was not present; who would he have thought to be more important back then when the only male figure he knew was Dwayne? No, I didn't think that this was a multiple-choice question because I never asked Maverick. I never saw the need to,and I don't see it now either .I didn't want to give my child such a difficult problem. But if he really had to choose, I didn't think Jared had a chance of winning either. It was just a tough path to take.As I stood there, silence hanging in the air like a cloud, I could feel Jared's eyes on me, waiting for an answer. I knew I had to say something, but the words got stuck in my throat. I didn't want to hurt him, but I also didn't want to lie to him or give him false hope about anything. Certainly not on this topic. He seemed to have realized my stance e
(ARIELLE'S POV)"So this is the situation. Can the four of us go to Maverick's Open Day together?" I inquired, holding Maverick's hand with my left, my right hand casually resting on the car door as I turned to face the company I had. In front of me stood Dwayne, who had just opened the car door with a smile that was too innocent coming from him, and for this gathering. Behind me was my mother, who was wearing a smug look that read, "I totally expected this and I warned you about it." I could sense her eyes on me as if anticipating how I would handle the situation.But there was no immediate response from either of them, and my eyes darted to Jared, who was seemingly sulking in his position, leaning on the car's bonnet and behind his sunglasses. I still couldn't fathom why he showed up in such intimidating glasses, like he was going on a deadly mission, rather than his son's school's open house party. It's been days since the scandal, and somehow, he and his PR team had done a goo
(ARIELLE’S POV)When Jared finally answered my call, I could sense the stress he was already going through from his voice."Arielle, I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back?"I hesitated, unsure how to approach this. The news still echoed in my mind, and I could barely find the words. "I… just saw the news," I chose to ignore the part where I had heard his confession, trying to focus on what really mattered. "What's going on?"He sighed, and I could almost hear him rubbing his temples. "Everything's fine. It's just a misunderstanding. My PR team will handle it, and by tomorrow, no one will remember this made-up story."His words were a little reassuring. I tried not to stress him further, not wanting to add to his stress. "I'm not worried about you; I'm just afraid this will affect our son's open day.""Don't worry,” He smiled softly, “I have everything under control. The Open Day will go smoothly, and this scandal will blow over," he assured me.I nodded, even though he c
(Jared’s POV)I knew I had to get out of here before the situation grew worse. The frenzy was growing by the seconds, with Sofia's mother still yelling and weeping, throwing accusations at me left and right.I tried to step away amidst the crowd of reporters swarming around me, but they were relentless, shoving the mics close to my mouth, asking questions, and urging me to answer "Mr. Smith, is it true you drove your fiancee to attempt suicide?" One reporter asked, her voice loud and accusatory.“No. That’s not true.” I refuted simply, struggling to keep my composure. Every word I spoke felt like it was being twisted, and the situation was only getting worse. The best choice was to shut up.I pulled out my phone, my jaw clenched in frustration and anger. I didn’t know what the Golds were playing at, but they wouldn’t get away with this. If they thought they could destroy my reputation with lies and scandal, they were gravely mistaken.Oliver picked up on the first ring. “What can I d