(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
(ARIELLE’S POV)I paused in my meal, my cutlery gently slipping away. And then my face heat up in embarrassment. "Oh, Jared and I, we're working on it," I stammered, trying to deflect the conversation.But Jared quickly intervened, his expression sheepish. "Actually, Grandma, it's my issue. I'm the one who's been dragging my feet."Not entirely convinced, and being her usual determined self, Nana insisted on making us a "tonic soup," with claims that it was a recipe she'd learned on her travels to a remote village. "It will reignite the excitement in your systems," she said, with a mischievous smile.Jared and I exchanged uneasy glances. The hell, this was not what we planned for. "Grandma, really, it's not necessary," Jared protested, mirroring my thoughts as well.But she wouldn't budge. "Nonsense, my dear. This soup will do wonders. Trust me."After dinner, she left for the kitchen, and with the help of the chef, got busy with preparing the "tonic soup.” Minutes later, she presen
(JARED’S POV)When morning finally arrived, I couldn't shake off the feeling of relief I felt. I had never wished for morning to arrive like I did last night.Sharing a space alone with Arielle had been a terrible idea. Last night had been pure torture. Her scent had driven me wild. But I was glad I did not attempt anything stupid but found a way to relieve myself.I walked into the bathroom to brush and splash water on my face, and as I did, I took cognizance of the dark circles under my eyes. I wasn't surprised they were there because I had not had a decent night's sleep last night. But I shrugged and continued with what I was doing. If anyone asked, I would tell them I stayed up later working.That decided, I strode out of the cloakroom. On getting to the main bedroom, there was no sign of Arielle. She probably had left for the dining as my Grandma had sent for us earlier.So I proceeded to the dining room, and true to my instincts, Arielle was already seated, conversing with G
(SOFIA’S POV) Everyone was against me. It was maddening, but I couldn’t sit around brooding any longer. I needed to act, and I needed to act now. My mother’s words rang in my head on repeat: Let Jared know and believe. I had to let him know I was pregnant! But just reaching Jared was a Herculean task. He had turned everyone against me, making it impossible to contact him directly. I’d have to go through someone else. Then it hit me—his investigator. I had overheard him on the phone with Jared one time and had sneakily taken his number from Jared's phone afterward. Even though I didn't have a need for him then, I was glad I took the number as it seemed to come in handy now. My only lifeline! I snatched up the scrap of paper I’d written it on, hastily dialing the number. It rang and rang, each second stretching on like some sick joke until a deep voice finally answered. "Mark's Investigative Services." I tried to steady myself. "Hi, I need to speak with Mr. Mark." "Who's calli
(ARIELLE’S POV)"No way! You actually spent the night with him? Just because of his grandmother?" Ashley's voice rang with disbelief."Shh! We didn’t sleep together, Ash!" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks at the memory of last night. "We just… stayed in the same room, that’s all."“Oh, sure," she teased. "So innocent. You know what that sounds like, right?"I rubbed my temples, trying to sound less flustered. "Ashley, do you have something important to talk about? It’s a busy morning here, and I thought you’d be drowning in work too.""Pff. I’m doing you a favor, breaking up your focus on all those orders. And if you even think about contacting him again, I’ll strangle you."Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself smiling, despite everything."Right," she went on, her tone shifting slightly, "remember that time I mentioned the whole Italian mafia thing?"I rolled my eyes. "Vaguely. You mean that fling you had with that ‘charming, dangerous man’? Marco, or…?""Keith," she corr
(ARIELLE'S POV)"If I go down, you’re coming with me!"A chill shot down my spine as I saw the wild glint in Sofia’s eyes. Her grip on my wrist tightened painfully, her intentions darker than I’d ever imagined.Stephan’s face went pale, his expression shifting from shock to alarm. He lunged forward to pull me free, but Sofia twisted, locking my wrist in an iron grip, refusing to let go.“I know you just made your people call Jared. You think that will scare me?” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Good! It would be perfect if he saw us together one last time.”Her eyes had a manic gleam, one that hinted she’d crossed a line she’d never return from. I’d never seen her like this—unhinged, fully lost to her jealousy and bitterness. I tried to pull my wrist away, but her nails dug in deeper, her expression twisting into a furious sneer.“Sofia, calm down—you’re pregnant,” I managed, struggling against her."Calm down?" she spat, her tone sharp as a blade. "It’s easy for you to
(JARED'S POV) “Why did you save me first this time?” Her question hit me like a jolt, slicing through the silence. She asked it so directly, as if it were a simple thing to answer. But I had no words for her. Not for this. What could I even say? Should I confess how my heart nearly stopped when Rebecca’s voice trembled over the phone, telling me Sofia was at the restaurant? How my mind had been a storm of dread as I drove, running red lights, my only thought was to get to her? Should I admit that I’d spent years wrapped in regret, haunted by the choices that led us here? When I saw Sofia holding her, willing to drag them both into death, I didn’t think. There was only one truth pulsing through me: I can’t lose you, Arielle. I couldn’t live with myself if I did. But now? Now I had no right to say any of that. My words felt hollow—especially when I thought of everything I’d done three years ago, all the ways I’d chosen wrong. And then there was Sofia, spinning tales about her pre
(ARIELLE'S POV) I think it was exhaustion, but I dozed off a little, while still talking to Jared, but it didn't stop me from realizing when he left the room, being a light sleeper. Curiously, I decided to go after him and see where he was headed. Barely a second after he left the room, I got off the bed and went after him. I was careful not to be seen, as I followed him closely through the hallway. He soon stopped at a room door, and walked in. I hastened my steps and got to the door, but it was not a see–through one, but luckily it wasn't sound proof so I could hear everything from outside. A bit worried about who he was there to see, I subtly leaned my ear in the door to pick out every sound that came from the room. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait for long as Sofia's angry voice seeped through. Oh, he was here to see her. Of course. The bitterness clawed at me. No matter how many times he claimed things were over, she still held this sway over him. Saving me today?
(ARIELLE’S POV.)I could feel the heat of both Stephen’s and Rebecca’s gazes on me. “Is any of that really necessary?” I asked, a frown pulling at my lips. Mixing business with personal life was a line I didn’t like to cross. Especially not with Jared, who clearly had an agenda.Jared straightened his tie, not missing a beat. “What’s more relatable than real life?” he replied smoothly, eyes flicking to me for just a second too long. “Of course, the examples I gave are purely hypothetical,” he added, the subtle emphasis making it clear he knew exactly what he was insinuating.Sometimes it’s just that hard to resist the urge to snap. Everyone here knew what he was indicating when he talked about marriage! “Let’s break it down.” he continued, ignoring my killing glare, “In any successful marriage, there’s a constant ebb and flow of communication—much like any thriving business. If one partner isn’t speaking up about their needs, or worse, if they're not listening, the entire foundation
(ARIELLE’S POV.)The air around grew awkwardly thin and very silent. Neither of us knew how best to react to the situation. I looked around the parking lot for no reason in particular, marking the time until it was okay for me to leave without looking any silly than I felt for walking up to their car to begin with. Tiana looked even more flustered than I imagined I’d appeared before them. Jared’s lips were drawn in a stiff line.“Arielle.. we umm.. I .. Good morning,” he managed to find his voice with a terrible stutter.“I guess we’ll just continue this conversation when you return,” Tiana shrugged with a placating smile.Jared ignored her comment and climbed down from the car. He had a stern face when he spoke up again. “I’ve just ordered you a ride, Tiana. Go back home.”I took the hint and excused myself from the side of the car. Jared fell into stride beside me as we walked across the parking lot to the entrance of my restaurant.“...Hi,” Jared tried to start a conversation. But
"Mommy, you seem really happy about work lately," Maverick said, his voice filled with curiosity. "What's going on?"I blinked, taken aback by his sudden observation. We were in the car, on the way to school, and I hadn’t expected such an out-of-the-blue question from him.I hadn't even realized that I'd been so obvious, but I guess it was hard to hide my happiness. I'd been feeling enthusiastic and optimistic since my meeting with Jared these days, and it seemed like Maverick had picked up on it.Do these two have a father-son psychic link or something?Hesitating, I tried to decide on how much to say and reveal to him because the young man wouldn't let me be unless I gave him an answer. He was already staring at me expectantly with those large innocent eyes."Oh it’s just business stuff, sweetie," I said casually, trying to brush it off. "I’m working on some new projects, and they’re going well."But he didn't look convinced, his eyes piercing into mine, as he tried to probe more i
(ARIELLE'S POV)After Stephen blushed and promised he wouldn’t disrupt the class again, Jared finally let him go with a scowl that could melt steel.I tried to keep it together while Stephen showered me with compliments. Honestly, it was nice to hear, but after a while, it started getting a little embarrassing.I glanced at Jared, who was practically fuming at Stephen's over-the-top behavior. He looked like he might explode at any second."Okay, let’s focus," I said quickly, cutting off Stephen mid-praise. "Jared, please continue.""Right, of course," he muttered, clearly trying to pull himself together. "So, Arielle, what are your goals for the restaurant?"I hesitated a bit, feeling a flutter in my chest. I hadn't expected him to ask the question as it seemed somewhat personal to me. "Well, my goal is to make the restaurant successful, of course," I said, a little weary.His brow arched as he gave me a pointed look. "That’s a pretty general answer. Can you be more specific? What do
(JARED'S POV)I smirked inwardly as Arielle gave in. I shouldn’t be so quick to admit it, but her reluctant response was like music to my ears.Of course, my real motive was far from what she thought it was. It was far simpler than she could ever guess.I just wanted to be close to her again. To create chances for us to be alone, to feel that spark between us once more.Yeah, I knew. I’d always been a little silly that way.Even seeing her irritated face, the way her eyes flashed with that familiar fire, made something warm spread through me. There was a certain comfort in it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing that side of her—the side that wasn’t guarded, that wasn’t numb from years of hurt. The side of her that used to laugh at my dumb jokes and argue with me about everything, even the smallest things.I almost forgot that I hadn’t slept all night.I’d been stewing over every misunderstanding and every word we’d exchanged these days, all night. And in the end, I realized
(ARIELLE'S POV) After a complicated, chaotic day, I finally managed to get some barely decent sleep and was ready to start the new day with a solid dose of confidence. No more chaos. No more emotional turmoil! At least, that was the plan… Until... “Explain. This.” That was the first sentence out of my mouth this morning, my teeth practically grinding as I stared at the scene in front of me. There, on my desk, was a bunch of lavender. And sitting in my chair, my ex-husband. After our encounter yesterday, I had assumed that that would be the last I'd see of him until Maverick's Open house party in two weeks! "What the hell are you doing in my office?" No wonder Rebecca had given me that smug smile on my way in earlier, and now I understood why! Jared glanced up from the business reports he was casually flipping through, looking annoyingly cool and too handsome for his own good. "You're late," he said simply, like he belonged there, behind my desk. I took a deep breath, try
(ARIELLE'S POV)As I approached my car, I couldn't help but scan my surroundings, half–expecting to see Ashley lingering nearby. But she was nowhere to be found, and I didn't blame her. With her encounter with Jared earlier, staying back was not exactly a good option.As I slipped into the driver's seat, I made a mental note to call her as I got home, just to make sure she made it to hers safely. I started the car's engine afterward, and began my drive home. The roads were quiet, the only sound emanating, that of my car's engine, and the occasional passing cars. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared.His words still stung, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt every time I thought about it. Why had he said he loved me, only to call it bluff moments later? I replayed the conversation in my head, trying to make sense of it all. I sighed, my head a myriad of emotions. When could he stop being so childish?I was angry at Jared for toying wi
(JARED’S POV)I looked into Arielle’s eyes intently, my chest rising and falling heavily with effort as the rest of the world went silent around us. She looked at me, her breathing matching mine—barely existent, all withdrawn because of the shock of my outburst. All I could hear were my own thoughts, racing."Sorry," I muttered quickly. "It just... came out.""Why apologize for saying you love me?" she asked, her voice quiet but sharp. "And for real—why do you suddenly love me now?"I was taken aback, choked with confusion. What was she saying?But then, she averted her gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself, as the cold evening breeze swept over us. I looked up at the sky, realizing just how much time had passed since we started this conversation."Look at how much time has passed," I said softly, then quickly took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.“No, thank you.”Her honest rejection stung, but I forced a smile, nodding in understanding.
(ARIELLE’S POV)My eyes trailed after Sofia as she rose from the table. The sudden twist of plans had taken a very hard toll on her and I knew she’d gone into the bathroom to pour out her heart. I almost felt bad for her. Almost. But the air in the room was growing unbearably awkward, and I needed to leave as soon as possible. I quickly nudged Ashley in the side, silently signaling that it was time to go.“We’ll be taking our leave now,” I said and kicked back my seat. Ashley followed suit and picked up her purse from the table. “Oh… but we’re not done speaking yet, my dear,” Mrs. Smith said nicely.“Yes, we don’t know if we have your blessing yet,” Tiana chimed in, her wide eyes looking at me innocently. She put her hand on Jared’s on the table and I could see an unmistakable restraint— just the tiniest bit— from Jared. For a moment, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of annoyance. Tiana reminded me of a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.I pushed the feeling aside and forced a smi