(ARIELLE'S POV)The drive to the Harrison beach house was quiet and a bit long. The driver barely spoke, keeping the ride uneventful. After an hour, we arrived at a massive iron gate, which opened immediately as the car stopped. The driver pulled into the driveway and parked."Here, let me help you," he offered, gesturing to my bag after we alighted.I handed it over with a smile. "Thank you." As we walked, I took in the breathtaking surroundings. The beach house stood amidst towering palms swaying in the cool night breeze, the sound of waves creating a soothing melody in the background. The air carried a mix of salt, sand, and blooming flowers, while the moonlight cast an ethereal glow over the scene.Soon, the ship came into view, and it was nothing short of stunning: a sleek, white vessel with Harrison’s family name engraved on its side. The driver helped me aboard, where a group of smiling crew members greeted me with polite bows."Welcome aboard, Ma’am," one of them said, takin
(ARIELLE'S POV)As the party got underway, I insisted on stepping aside for a moment to call Rebecca and Stephen. I needed to let them know about my decision to take two days off.They readily agreed, assuring me they’d keep things running smoothly at the restaurant in my absence. Relieved, I thanked them and ended the call before heading back inside.What Ashley called a pre-party turned out to be a lively, classic celebration—music, drinks, dancing, and endless chatter. It had been ages since I’d attended something like this, and I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill as I mingled, catching up with people and sneaking in a few moments to casually promote my restaurant.But as the evening wore on, the fatigue of the day finally caught up with me. My energy waned, and I felt the telltale weakness creeping in. Dwayne, as if sensing it, stayed close by. At one point, he gently patted my shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “If you’re tired just go back to your room and rest. You’ve got t
(JARED'S POV)I left Arielle's office basking in the fulfillment and satisfaction. Seeing her eyes light up when she received the gift made every moment worth it. I replayed the scene over and over again in my head, her fingers tracing the outline of the sculpture, her voice slightly trembling as they conveyed her gratitude. It was a peak moment, one that I wouldn't forget in a hurry.Deep down, I wish I could spend more time with her, but I had to see my Mom. She had called earlier, asking to see me, citing that she had something important to discuss with me. Now, as I drove towards the mansion's direction, I hoped it was as important as she made it sound because she has a history of exaggerating things and making them more ambiguous than they actually were.Soon, I pulled into the compound, and I didn't bother parking in the garage as I figured I'd be leaving soon. I go inside, have the "important" discussion with Mother, say hi to Nana Jean, and I'll be on my way. Easy peasy.I got
(JARED’S POV.)I walked up the steps, my eyes fixed on Mr. Langley just so I didn’t have to speak with anyone else. I couldn’t trust my mother in situations like this. She had a way of roping me into unexpected conversations.“Mr. Langley,” I called out as I stepped up to the yacht’s deck.He was deep in conversation with a fellow I surmised to be the sailor. “Ahh. Jared. Come up here, son,” he gestured with his hand. He quickly dismissed the sailor.“Son?” I scoffed inwardly. Not when he's top on the list of the people I suspect to be sabotaging my company.“Hi, ” I nodded with a forced smile. “Quite a remarkable yacht you’ve got here,” I chipped in with a smile.“Oh it’s a rental. Cost a decent sum alongside the apartment. And to think we’re only renting for a couple of days! Crazy, I tell you,” he shook his head. “Sorry we had to drag you all the way out here.. away from your company. I know it must have cost you a lot to honor the invitation,” he said, clasping my hand in both of
(JARED’S POV)I turned around with the bottle of wine in my hands and found Tiana looking at me with knowing eyes. She’d caught me staring, and I had to avert my gaze quickly.Much later in the day, the sailor turned the yacht around for the beach house. We didn’t encounter the other yacht on the way back. I kept hoping we’d run into them at some point so I could see Arielle again. But that didn’t happen, so I decided to call herThe phone rang for a while without an answer until she finally picked up.“Hello. Arielle?” I said tentatively.“Hello, little brother,” Dwayne’s voice came through the speaker. I felt my blood boil with anger at the sound of his voice.“Where’s Arielle? Why are you answering her phone?” I demanded.“Relax. She’s having a swell time with the others. It’s her birthday tomorrow so we’re treating her to a nice time,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you forget it was her birthday, little brother?”Of course! I mentally face-palmed myself. I did
(JARED'S POV) After the call ended, I shoved my phone into my pocket and got off the bed, heading out of the room to wait outside the Dock for whomever Matt was sending. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the sound of chatters and laughter coming from the room within. I quickly quickened my pace, hoping to avoid getting drawn into a conversation. But my luck ran out as I turned a corner and bumped into my mother and Mrs Langley. They were standing by the rails, sipping iced tea and engaged in a hushed conversation judging from how their lips moved silently. But Mom's eyes lit up the instant she saw me, and she smiled warmly. "Hey, dear, where are you off to?" She asked, eyeing me curiously. "I'm meeting with an important business partner," I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. I also forced a smile, hoping to reassure her. But she frowned, not having any of it. "But you promised to keep everything concerning business away for these few days, why are you going
(ARIELLE'S POV)My first reaction when Margaux broke the news to me was that of disbelief. I sat frozen in the lounge chair, my widened eyes fixed on her as she delivered the news."I'm sorry, but my Dad has extended a dinner invitation to the Langleys and their visitors," she announced; her face was a picture of anger and frustration, one that conveyed her disapproval of her father's decision."By 'visitors,' you’re not telling me it’s...?" I trailed off, dreading the answer."Yes, Jared Smith," Margaux finished."Why would he do that?" I blurted out, finally snapping out of my initial shock. But as the words left my mouth, I felt a flutter in my chest. It wasn’t the worst thing that could happen... but it was weirdly convenient. Jared just happened to be on the same ship? What were the odds?I glanced at Dwayne, looking for answers. Had I missed something? He just shrugged and gave me a wide, innocent grin, like he had no clue either."Oh, great! A perfect party ruined by one rotten
(DWAYNE'S POV)As I settled Maverick into the seat beside me, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate. The sudden rush of chaos had passed, and now the room was filled with the soft clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation. Crisis averted.With the atmosphere settling back into its rhythm, I let my gaze wander around the table, subtly studying the faces of those present. The Langleys were deep in conversation with Matt, their voices rising and falling with bursts of laughter and lively debate. Jared and Tiana sat next to each other. She was trying to engage him in conversation, leaning in now and then, but Jared seemed far more interested in the food than her.I once caught him staring at Arielle with so much intensity and longing and he looked away the moment he noticed I was looking at him, too. "Poor guy," I smiled inwardly.Sometimes I really don’t understand him. Does he truly care about Arielle, or is he just angry because she's moved on and refuses to come b
(JARED'S POV)As much as I hated Dwayne's guts, I knew thanking him was the right thing to do. But his lips curled into a cold smile that never got to his eyes. "What, are you thanking me as her ex-husband? Or as the guy trying to win her back?" He said the words with a note of mockery that couldn't be missed.My jaw clenched, and I felt my face heat up with anger. What was funny about what I just said? "You're something else, you know that?" I muttered under my breath, trying so hard not to lose my cool. But it was hard to ignore Dwayne, not when he was deliberately being annoying.But he didn't seem to want to back down anytime soon. He let out a mirthless laugh, one that triggered me further. "And you're an idiot, little brother. You're so focused on juggling the mess with all those women around you that you miss what's right in front of you."I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I still forced myself to stay calm. I can't keep letting him get under my skin. Seeing that I wa
(SOFIA'S POV)I stood frozen, my heart hammering in my chest as the sting of Dwayne’s slap lingered on my cheek. The pain itself was nothing compared to the fear that followed crawled up my spine, seizing my chest with an icy grip. It wasn’t the slap that unsettled me. It was the calm that followed. The quiet, dangerous calm in his voice, the chilling intensity in his eyes.I stared at him, unable to look away. His gaze... those eyes… green, like emeralds, sharp and piercing, as if he could see straight through me. There was something about them that felt so hauntingly familiar. A memory buried so deep in my mind that it started clawing its way out, unwilling to be ignored. The more I looked at him, the more something in the back of my mind screamed, This is wrong. This is all wrong.His voice, low and steady, carried a weight to it: calm, but with a thread of something far more dangerous. My breath caught in my throat as my mind raced, sifting through memories, but each time I tried
(JARED'S POV)I stood there, my heart pounding, my mind filled with chaotic thoughts.No, this didn't feel right.My heart sank at Sofia's words, but my instinct told me that her face—the way she was acting, like she had some big revelation—felt off. I’d dealt with her enough to know when she was up to something, and right now, I could feel she was hiding something.But she spoke so confidently about Dwayne entering the room, as if it was crystal clear in her mind. Could there be any truth to what she said?Was it possible that Sofia's statement was not completely groundless? The thought made me pause, a flicker of doubt creeping in.If Sofia is really deliberately making trouble, why did she link Dwayne and Arielle together? Could something really happen between them?The image of Arielle and Dwayne together flashed in my mind, and I had to shake it away. No, I couldn’t let panic cloud my judgment. This was Sofia’s usual play—spinning webs of confusion to manipulate others for her o
(JARED'S POV)As I stepped out of the dining hall, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Arielle had disappeared, and I had no idea where she had gone. I had been looking forward to talking to her all evening, but it seemed like fate had other plans or she was intentionally avoiding me.So I decided to focus on the utmost task at hand–confronting Matt Harrison. After tricking me and going contradictory to our agreement, it was expedient that he and I had a little chat.After a little looking around, I found him smoking at a corner of the deck, the dim night lightning casting a shadow on his face. I approached him, my footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.My footsteps alerted him, and he turned to face me, a smile spreading across his face. "Ahh, Jared, I have been expecting you. Took you long enough to find me. Sigh, the murderous glances you kept casting at me; I almost swore you'd rip my heart out the instant dinner ended.""Well, it's a good thing that you know that I'm not a man
(ARIELLE'S POV)The bathroom door creaked open, and out stepped Dwayne. His hair was damp from a shower, droplets sliding down his broad, muscled chest. For a split second, we both just stared at each other, equally startled.“Arielle?” His deep voice broke the silence, his brows knitting together in concern.My mind foggy, I blinked repeatedly to ensure it was indeed him not my hallucination."What are you doing in my room?" I asked, trying to sound strong. I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The bed, the dresser, and everything in it–everything looked like it belonged to me, but something felt off.“This is my room.” His frown deepened as he stepped further in. “I’ve been staying here since we boarded the ship.”I shook my head, a feeling of panic enveloping me. "No, no, this is my room," I insisted. "I remember vividly. I was just... just in the..." I paused and tried to recall my earlier actions, but my memories were hazy.Frustration welled up inside me
(ARIELLE'S POV)As I stepped out onto the deck after dinner, the cool evening breeze swept through my hair like a soothing caress. The sky was a beautiful sight to see at that time of the day, a hue of blue and white.Beside me, Ashley and Maverick were deep in conversation, laughter spilling out between them as we walked. But soon, as usual, Ashley excused herself, shouting with a grin, “I’ve got to go scout some handsome guys for my next evaluation sheet! Margaux’s waiting for me.”I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was typical Ashley—always on the lookout for "research material," as she liked to call it. I also knew, unless the situation was really extreme, she wouldn’t willingly spend more than 10 minutes with a kid. Maverick was an exception, of course.But she was still a good sport. She bent down and offered him her hand, her voice sweet as she said, "Alright, little man, let’s get you to your grandma. I’m sure she’s waiting to spoil you rotten."Maverick grinned, his eyes twinkli
(DWAYNE'S POV)As I settled Maverick into the seat beside me, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate. The sudden rush of chaos had passed, and now the room was filled with the soft clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation. Crisis averted.With the atmosphere settling back into its rhythm, I let my gaze wander around the table, subtly studying the faces of those present. The Langleys were deep in conversation with Matt, their voices rising and falling with bursts of laughter and lively debate. Jared and Tiana sat next to each other. She was trying to engage him in conversation, leaning in now and then, but Jared seemed far more interested in the food than her.I once caught him staring at Arielle with so much intensity and longing and he looked away the moment he noticed I was looking at him, too. "Poor guy," I smiled inwardly.Sometimes I really don’t understand him. Does he truly care about Arielle, or is he just angry because she's moved on and refuses to come b
(ARIELLE'S POV)My first reaction when Margaux broke the news to me was that of disbelief. I sat frozen in the lounge chair, my widened eyes fixed on her as she delivered the news."I'm sorry, but my Dad has extended a dinner invitation to the Langleys and their visitors," she announced; her face was a picture of anger and frustration, one that conveyed her disapproval of her father's decision."By 'visitors,' you’re not telling me it’s...?" I trailed off, dreading the answer."Yes, Jared Smith," Margaux finished."Why would he do that?" I blurted out, finally snapping out of my initial shock. But as the words left my mouth, I felt a flutter in my chest. It wasn’t the worst thing that could happen... but it was weirdly convenient. Jared just happened to be on the same ship? What were the odds?I glanced at Dwayne, looking for answers. Had I missed something? He just shrugged and gave me a wide, innocent grin, like he had no clue either."Oh, great! A perfect party ruined by one rotten
(JARED'S POV) After the call ended, I shoved my phone into my pocket and got off the bed, heading out of the room to wait outside the Dock for whomever Matt was sending. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the sound of chatters and laughter coming from the room within. I quickly quickened my pace, hoping to avoid getting drawn into a conversation. But my luck ran out as I turned a corner and bumped into my mother and Mrs Langley. They were standing by the rails, sipping iced tea and engaged in a hushed conversation judging from how their lips moved silently. But Mom's eyes lit up the instant she saw me, and she smiled warmly. "Hey, dear, where are you off to?" She asked, eyeing me curiously. "I'm meeting with an important business partner," I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. I also forced a smile, hoping to reassure her. But she frowned, not having any of it. "But you promised to keep everything concerning business away for these few days, why are you going