(ARIELLE’S POV)I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, and when I looked at Dwayne, he was already watching me, amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. His smile was slow, almost teasing, as if he enjoyed how flustered I’d become.“Um,” I stammered, regaining a bit of composure. “Maverick, baby, can you go back to your room? I need to talk to Uncle Dwayne.” "Alright, Mama," he said and got off Dwayne's legs, before running off to the room. I turned to Dwayne, still reeling from embarrassment. "Don't mind what he said, he's just being a child."Dwayne’s chuckle was low, his voice rich. “Oh, I don’t mind. Not at all.” I breathed out in relief. "Thank you.But then his expression changed, his gaze steady, almost too serious for the moment. “You knew this was bound to happen though, right?” I frowned, confused. "What?"“Maverick’s question,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his presence all-encompassing. “One day, he’s going to ask more about his father. He’s going to need answers,
(JARED'S POV)"Come on Sofia, we'll be late," I called out.It was a Sunday evening, and we were preparing to leave for my mum's place for dinner. Since the return of Sofia's parents, Mum had made it a ritual that we all had dinner with the Golds at her place every Sunday. As much as I would rather be anywhere but at dinner, I didn't have much of a choice. Mother doesn't take absence from what she called "a little family reunion," lightly.I glanced at my wristwatch when Sofia didn't emerge, deciding to give her a few more minutes. I don't know what her fuss about wearing makeup was about, it was just dinner. A few minutes later, she ascended the stairs. "How do I look?" She asked, striking a pose. Honestly, she looked stunning, but I was no longer swayed by her looks. "You look beautiful," I said, and quickly added, “Can we leave now?""Sure," she replied.We walked outside to the car, and I drove off. We arrived at my mother's place, and the moment we alighted from the car, Sofia
(ARIELLE’S POV)"Can we talk?" Dwayne's deep voice came through the phone.I paused for a moment, before responding, "Sure.""I don't mean at your place. At a restaurant or somewhere outdoors.""That's fine," I responded."Alright, I'll come pick you up in two hours.""Alright," I said, and the call ended.I sighed and dropped the phone on the couch beside me. Since our last argument, my friendship with Dwayne had been quite distant. He still called to check in on me, and Maverick, but he didn't visit in a week.Now, I wasn't mad at him as his actions were justifiable, but I couldn't blame myself either. He wanted more than I was willing to give at the moment.I missed him though, and wanted to iron things with him which was why I had agreed to go out with him."Hey, baby, I'm going out for a bit," I called out.Maverick, who was playing with his toys a few meters away from me, looked up. "Where are you going, Mommy?""I have an errand to run," I said quickly. There was no way I was
(Arielle’s POV)I was genuinely touched by his kind words, and tears welled up in my eyes in gratitude. Before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet, hugging him.""Dwayne," I whispered, my voice trembling.His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. " You don't have to thank me. These are what friends do for each other.”I returned to my seat after we disengaged from the hug. "What are your plans now? How do you go about your return to the country?"I took a deep breath, thinking about the logistics. "I'll call my mum and Ashley to inform them. It's been years, so I'll definitely need their help in settling down.""Alright, just let me know where I come in," Dwayne said, his voice gentle. "I'll make sure to be available to help in any way I can.""Thank you so much."He nodded and beckoned the waiter to come take our order. And the evening went blissfully afterward.As we finished our meal, he glanced at his watch. "Ready to go home, I'll drive you?""Yes, I'm ready," I replied
(JARED’S POV) "The greatest pain of love is the pain of its loss, and the greatest loss is the loss of self." I sighed and tore my gaze from the quote in the book I have been forcing myself to read for minutes now. It's funny how it resonates so well with my current state of life. Sighing again, I looked out my office window as I let my head do the one thing it has been doing best lately –think. I thought about the drastic crumbling of my relationship with Sofia. What I had once thought would be a forever passionate flame had dwindled so fast to a mere faint spark that was barely flickering. Sofia was growing reckless by the day, hooking up with some not–so–good ladies that all they do is party, gossip about popular celebrity news, and go on shopping sprees. I, on the other hand, kept withdrawing and moving farther away from her. The final straw had been the credit card incident. Against my will, my thoughts drifted to that fateful day. I had received a notification of a subs
(JARED'S POV)After Sofia left, I managed to get hold of my phone and went online, my eyes scanning the numerous headlines."Billionaire caught drunk at a local bar," "High society's latest scandal." And with each headline, a picture of me half stumbling was attached. My chest twisted in growing anxiety as I scrolled through the articles.How did this get out? Who could have taken pictures of me without my knowledge and sold it to the media?Deciding that there was not the time to ask questions, I dialed Enzo's number, my PR expert."Enzo," I said, trying to sound calm."Sir I was just about to call you.""Have you seen the news?""Yes, sir. I'm on it already.""Make it go away, Enzo. Call all the platforms that have the news and ask them to take it down. I don't have to teach you your job, you know what to do.""Yes, sir."And with that, I dropped the call.I flung the phone on the bed afterward and headed to the. The mirror reflected a disheveled version of myself with bloodshot ey
(SOFIA'S POV) After storming out of the room in anger, I grabbed my car keys from the coffee table downstairs and drove out, my destination clear in mind–my parents’ place. I needed someone to talk to, and my mother was that someone. The argument with Jared had shaken me to my core. The emotion in his eyes looked like hatred, and I couldn't bear it. These past few years, my relationship with Jared had deteriorated, and it had even escalated in the past months with him distancing himself. But never had he asked me to get out of his life. To me, that was a warning bell, and I was not going to take it lightly. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, I couldn't lose Jared. Not now, not ever. I arrived at my parent's place and my mother's surprised face welcomed me. "Sofia, dear, I didn't know you were coming." "Yeah, it was Impromptu," I replied. Then I scanned the area, before turning back to her. "Where's Dad?" "He went to the hospital for his doctor's appointment." Relie
(ARIELLE’S POV) In the following days, things kept falling into place. My new life was taking a new shape soon, and I couldn't be more excited. The house, the restaurant, everything was coming together for food. Just as Maverick and I were building towers with his blocks, my phone buzzed. “Girl! Guess what?” Ashley’s voice screamed through the speaker. I laughed. “What now?” “Guess!” she insisted. “Did you get a promotion?” I teased. “I wish! No, it’s bigger. You’ll love this,” she giggled. “Your house is ready!” “Oh my God! Are you serious?” I squealed. She went on about the newly installed chandeliers, plush furniture, and the kitchen she knew I’d die for. As much as I wanted to joke about her theatrics, her excitement mirrored my own. “You’ll love it. Trust me,” she assured. But her tone suddenly shifted. “But hey, I really think it’s a good time for you to come back. You know there’s something else…” “What is it?” “I heard some weird stuff going on in Italy. Mafia stuff
(ARIELLE’S POV)Ashley leaned over the partition between the drivers side and passengers side, crooning her neck so he could hear her. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but we'll have to reverse and take Margaux home, first.""Alright, Ma," the driver said, and immediately put the car in reverse. As we sped off, I was glad I was able to take care of Margaux for her grandparents. All I wanted was to get her home safely, and then Ashley and I would take a cab to her mother's place.We all settled into silence, with the gentle snoring of Margaux, and the sound of the car's engine and the occasional passing cars breaking the stillness.Soon, the car pulled up at Harrison's house, a warm and cozy Victorian home with a beautifully trimmed lawn. We sent the driver to call the butler to take Margaux in."Thank you so much, guys," Margaux said, her voice sleepy, as the butler helped her out of the car. She stretched, arching her back, and then smiled at us."No problem, take care," Ashley and I responded
(ARIELLE'S POV) Sofia even gave me a slightly apologetic glance as she passed by, holding onto Jared’s arm. I must’ve looked like a fool, standing there like that. Ashley, already rolling up her sleeve and shaking her fist, muttered, "I'll go ask him what he means by this." "Don't pull me!" I heard her protest as Roman grabbed her arm. Margaux, sighing, interjected, "Why don't we listen to what Arielle has to say first?" Ashley spun around to face me, her expression fierce. "Ari, don't worry about it. I'll find out exactly what's going on." I shook my head. "Don’t ask him. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." Ashley’s face shifted through several emotions before she finally spoke. "What do you mean?" "I mean," I paused, gathering my thoughts, "we had a fight a few days ago, and I told him that we’re done. We have nothing left between us." Silence hung in the air for a long moment. Ashley just stood there, calming down as she processed my words. Roman, seemingly
(ARIELLE'S POV)7pm, the Grand Imperial Hotel."You’ve got to pull yourself together," I said to myself, splashing cold water on my face.The afternoon had passed in a blur—probably because my mind kept drifting.Stephen had handled everything, and I arrived 20 minutes early. Now, I found myself here, stuck in this awkward limbo. How hard could it be? Negotiate with dealers, help clients solve problems, assist blind dates, and maybe catch my ex-husband in the act?“If I get through tonight, I’m buying a lottery ticket,” I murmured, a bitter smile crossing my lips.I checked the time again, then left the bathroom, taking a seat closer to the table with the sea view.That’s when I spotted Margaux, the young woman supposedly the Harrisons' granddaughter, waiting for her date.She looked delicate, calm, almost ethereal in a beautiful blue dress—something straight out of a French film. She had this quiet, classical elegance about her. It was hard to believe she was the rebellious granddau
(ARIELLE'S POV)"Thank you, still," Mrs. Harrison said, her eyes persistent.I nodded, smiling warmly. "You're welcome," I said, realizing the older woman had no intention of backing off unless she heard those words.She smiled, seeming to relax now. "And Mrs Harrison," I called, my voice taking a serious tone."Yes?" she responded, looking up at me expectantly, her husband beside her. Thankfully, his complexion had returned to normal, and he seemed back to his usual self."You know, as we get older, our eating habits change. Some foods become harder to chew, so we need to replace them with softer options," I began carefully.Mr. Harrison sighed, looking a little uncomfortable. "We’re always so cautious about what we eat," he said, as if weighing his words. "Sorry if we caused any trouble."I shook my head with a reassuring smile. "Not at all, sir. Actually, we have some options on the menu that I personally designed for guests like you—things like tender meats, pureed soups, soft ri
(ARIELLE'S POV)"Mommy, Uncle Dwayne and I are taking the dogs out for their evening walk. We won’t stay long, love you!" Maverick's voice rang out from the porch.I was in the kitchen, trying to get dinner together while he was out with Dwayne, who had just shown up a few minutes ago."Alright," I called back, and soon, I heard their retreating footsteps and the happy barks of the dogs.Sighing, I covered the cooking pot of pasta and went to sit at the kitchen table. The evening was cool and lovely, sunlight streaming through the windows, but my thoughts? Not so peaceful.It’s been a week since my fight with Jared, and I hadn't heard from him since. Dwayne, on the other hand—despite his busy schedule with the whole business expansion thing—still made time every evening to take the dogs for their walks with Maverick. With three dogs now, their little routine had become part of their day, like clockwork.Every time I looked at the golden retriever puppy, I couldn't help but think about
(JARED'S POV)I felt something snap and twist inside of me. The news hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, my anger towards her evaporated. Sofia kept talking, her voice small, apologetic. “Jared… I wasn’t supposed to interrupt you with all this, it’s my mum—she asked me to—”But she was cut off by her mother’s steely gaze. I watched as Mrs. Gold's grip on her daughter's wrist tightened, almost painfully, as if she could crush Sofia’s hand into silence. My eyes flicked back to Sofia—there was something so vulnerable about her now. It hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at her longer than I should have, unable to look away from the pain and helplessness reflected in her eyes.Mrs. Gold broke the silence with a sharp, accusing tone, her voice like the crack of a whip. “You see, Jared, we’ve been trying to get your family to help us. After all, I saved your mother’s life those years ago…”I could feel my eye twitch with the familiar irritation. There she goes again, u
(JARED'S POV)After Arielle left, I buried my face in my palms, feeling a tide of frustration and guilt was over me. I couldn’t follow her. At least. I knew I shouldn’t. She needed space, and for once, leaving her alone felt like the least I could do after everything I had said.I exhaled sharply, trying to steady my breathing, but it didn’t help. The confrontation kept replaying in my mind, each detail reminding me how I had mishandled it. How could I have let my emotions spiral like that? I had let my anger get the best of me, and now I was left with nothing but a mess of my own making.I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d ruined everything—again. As much as I was frustrated by her reluctance to forgive me, I knew deep down it wasn’t about that. She was just hurt. I had caused her pain, and I should never have lashed out the way I did.I should have been more patient, more understanding.I mean, how do I win her back if the impression I always give off is that of a man who can't
(ARIELLE'S POV)Jared seemed like a wild beast that had lost its sanity. His kisses were without any pattern, seemingly driven only by animal instinct.“Ja... Jared...” I gasped, barely able to catch my breath.I pushed against him with every ounce of strength, but it was useless. Instead, I tore his suit jacket in the process. The fire in his eyes only grew more intense, and in one swift motion, he shoved me down onto the sofa, pinning me beneath him. We had kissed before, shared a bed, but I had never seen him like this. Mad. Wild. Like a beast baring its teeth. I had always thought of him as powerful but harmless, but now, fear crept up my spine.His kisses moved lower, his mouth hot against my skin. A sharp, searing pain shot through my collarbone. Instantly, clarity returned to my mind, and I found my voice again. My hands shot to his chest, and I shoved with all my might, finally creating enough space to push him away."Jared, sober up!" I cried, my voice trembling with a mix
(ARIELLE'S POV) I reeled back in shock as he was the last person I expected, but at the same time, I was grateful for the interruption. Why he was here or how he got into my meeting room didn't matter, all that did was the fact that I was going to get a breather from the pervert seated a few meters from me. "J..Jared,” I called him again, as I took on his appearance. He was looking a little disheveled, little bruises on his forehead and brow, and what was that? I frowned as I caught a whiff of alcohol on him. What is going on? I wondered, and was just about to ask, when he approached Mr Zeke, his strides menacing. "Ah, Mr. Jared, I presume? I recognize you from the business news," Mr Zeke said, nervously. One could tell he was intimidated by the sight of Jared. "I was just discussing a business deal with Miss Smith here," he said, trying to feign innocence. Jared's eyes darkened. "I'm sure you were," and without warning, he lunged at Mr. Zeke throwing punches with a violent inte