Raina stood in the cold drizzle outside the café where they always met, her arms wrapped around herself. She had been waiting for almost twenty minutes, but now she wasn’t sure why she bothered.
The text from Kevin still glowed on her phone screen: “Let’s talk. It’s important.” She had sensed something off about him for weeks. Kevin had been distant, his once-loving gaze now flitting past her as if she were invisible. When the café door finally swung open, Kevin stepped out with an apologetic smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hey,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Raina’s heart clenched at how familiar and yet foreign he felt. “What’s going on, Kevin? You’ve been acting weird for weeks.” Kevin sighed, avoiding her gaze. “Raina, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about… us.” A chill raced down her spine that had nothing to do with the rain. “Okay,” she said cautiously. He hesitated, then blurted out, “I think we should end things.” The words hit her like a slap, but she held her ground. “Why?” she asked. Before he could answer, laughter rang out, and she turned to see Rachel stepping out of the café. She stopped, eyes locking with Raina’s, guiltless and poised. Raina’s heart sank as Kevin stepped closer to Rachel, his hand brushing her arm. “You’ve been seeing her?” Raina’s voice cracked, disbelief giving way to anger. “Raina—I was going to tell you—” But Raina wasn’t listening. Her gaze flicked between Kevin and Rachel, the truth crashing over her like a tidal wave. “You’re kidding me,” she said, her voice low and shaking with fury. “Her? After everything we’ve been through?” Kevin stepped forward, his hands raised. “It’s not like that. Raina, Rachel just—she understands where I want to go in life. She has connections, ambition—” he said. “Connections?” Raina interrupted, her face twisting in disbelief. “You’re throwing away three years of love and loyalty for someone who can give you a fancier lifestyle?” “It’s not about money! Don’t make this ugly,” Kevin snapped, but the way his eyes flicked to Rachel said otherwise. Raina laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and cold. “Don’t lie to me. You’re a selfish, spineless coward, Kevin. And you—” she turned to Rachel, her eyes blazing. “You’re nothing more than a consolation prize. Have fun with him.” Kevin flinched but didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked away with Rachel, leaving Raina standing in the rain, her heart shattering piece by piece. For a moment, she let the tears flow, mingling with the rain. But then she straightened, lifting her chin. She wouldn’t let Kevin’s betrayal define her. She would rise above it, She always did. Desperate to forget Kevin, Raina walked into the dimly lit hotel bar. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, offering a small comfort to her aching heart. Kevin’s words kept replaying in her mind: She has more to offer. She slid onto a barstool, her hair damp and sticking to her face from the rain. The bartender gave her a polite nod. “What can I get you?” “Something strong,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Surprise me.” Moments later, a dark amber drink was placed in front of her. She didn’t ask what it was; she just drank. The alcohol burned her throat, but it dulled the ache in her chest, so she ordered another. And another. The world around her blurred as she drank more, the edges of everything fading. The bar got busier, but she didn’t notice the people coming and going, their laughter and voices just a background hum. At some point, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she saw a tall woman with sharp features and piercing blue eyes looking down at her. Her face was a mix of concern and urgency. “There you are,” she said, her voice low and firm. “I’ve been looking for you. Your text said you’ll be waiting behind the bar.” Raina blinked at her, confused. “Do I know you?” she asked. The woman frowned. “This isn’t funny. You shouldn’t be here. You can’t meet them like this.” She replied. Before Raina could protest, the tall woman slipped an arm around her waist, steadying her as she guided her off the stool. Her legs felt like jelly, and she leaned into her, too intoxicated to resist. “Where are we going?” she slurred. “Upstairs,” she said curtly. “You need to rest.” The next few minutes passed in a blur. The elevator ride, the hushed whispers of a keycard unlocking a door, the softness of a bed beneath her as she carefully set her down. Raina tried to focus, but the alcohol dragged her deeper into a fog. “Wait here,” the woman said, her voice softer now, almost apologetic. “I’ll be back soon.” The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Raina in an unfamiliar hotel room. She tried to sit up, but the world tilted dangerously, and she fell back onto the plush pillows. Her mind raced despite the haze. Who was the woman? Why did she think I was someone else? And why did she leave me here? Too exhausted and drunk to make sense of it, Raina let her eyes flutter shut, the sound of the rain against the window lulling her into an uneasy sleep. Raina stirred as the sound of the door clicking open roused her slightly. Her head was heavy, the alcohol still clouding her thoughts. She heard soft footsteps, and for a fleeting moment, she thought it was the same woman returning to tell her there’d been a mistake. But as she drifted in and out of awareness, the mattress dipped under unfamiliar weight. Her senses sharpened just enough to realize something was different. This wasn’t the same woman. A whiff of his cologne reached her—a heady, luxurious blend of oud and bergamot. She knew the scent immediately, a best-seller in the shop where she’d worked for years. Whoever he was, he wasn’t an ordinary stranger. She tried to sit up, to ask who he was, but her limbs felt like lead. Before she could form words, he leaned closer, his voice low and slurred. “I finally found you, Laurel.” He murmured, his words sweet but clumsy, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. Raina’s heart raced. Laurel? She wasn’t Laurel. “Wait, I’m Raina… Raina Ross. I think you’ve—” Before she could finish, his hand brushed her arm, then her cheek. She stiffened, unsure whether to push him away or try to explain. “Raina?” he murmured with a frown. His eyes seemed to flicker with confusion, as if her name triggered something just out of reach. After a moment, he smiled, leaning back a little. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he said softly, his voice filled with a drunken reverence. His touch lingered, trailing down her jawline as if she were something precious. Raina tried again to move, to push him back, but he was already leaning in, capturing her lips in a kiss. For a moment, her mind screamed at her to stop, to say something—but the warmth of his mouth and the soft pressure against hers muted her protests. His hands traced her arms, pulling her closer, and she gave in, lost in the heat of the moment. Maybe this is what I need, she thought, pushing away the pain of Kevin’s betrayal. After all, it wasn’t like she was cheating on him. Kevin had made it clear he didn’t want her. He’d chosen Rachel and left her shattered. Why shouldn’t she let herself feel wanted for once, even if only for a fleeting moment? Her resistance melted as the stranger deepened the kiss, his touch urgent. All that mattered was the warmth, the moment. Tonight, she could forget. At dawn, Raina stirred, feeling an unfamiliar sense of contentment. The bed beneath her was soft—softer than she remembered—and the warmth of an arm draped around her brought a surprising comfort. She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips as she nuzzled into the pillow. For the first time in ages, she felt like she’d had the best sleep of her life. But as she opened her eyes, the smile faded. This wasn’t her room. Her room didn’t have a high ceiling with ornate crown moldings. It certainly didn’t have a grand crystal chandelier glinting in the morning sunlight. Panic started to creep in as her gaze darted around the unfamiliar space—a luxurious hotel room, with heavy velvet drapes and tasteful décor. Then she felt it again. The arm. Her heart skipped a beat as she slowly turned her head to look at the person lying next to her. The man’s face was partially obscured by the pillow, but what she could see left her breathless. Golden strands of hair caught the light, his features chiseled and impossibly perfect. A strong jawline, high cheekbones, and full lips that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Shit. I slept with a stranger. Her chest tightened as the realization hit her like a freight train. The events of the night before were a blur. The last thing she remembered was ordering drinks at the bar, trying to drown her heartbreak. Raina bit her lip, her mind racing. Carefully, she slid out from under the man’s arm, her movements slow and deliberate to avoid waking him. Every nerve in her body was on edge, but she managed to slip free. The plush carpet muffled her footsteps as she scrambled to find her clothes. She spotted her dress draped over a chair, her heels lying haphazardly near the door. Pulling on her dress as quickly as she could, she glanced back at the bed. The man hadn’t stirred. He lay there peacefully, his bare chest rising and falling with each steady breath. What the hell happened last night? Her fingers trembled as she slipped on her heels and grabbed her clutch. She moved toward the door, pausing only briefly to take one last look at the stranger who had unknowingly shared the night with her. He was gorgeous, and the warmth of his touch still lingered on her skin. But she couldn’t stay. She had to get out before he woke up and complicated this already surreal morning. Raina slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her. As she hurried down the hall, her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t stop replaying the night in her mind, trying desperately to fill in the blanks. What have I done? She pushed through the revolving doors and stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, her mind a chaotic mess of regret and disbelief. What did I do? She thought again, replaying the fragmented memories of the night before. Her heart pounded, her thoughts spinning so fast that she barely noticed the sounds of the city around her. Cars honked, people called out to each other, and the distant rumble of engines filled the air. But none of it registered. She stepped off the curb in a daze, not seeing the van barreling down the street. A sharp shout cut through her haze, but it was too late. The van’s horn blared, and the screech of tires against the asphalt filled her ears. Raina turned her head just in time to see the vehicle hurtling toward her. Her body froze, her breath catching in her throat. Move! Her mind screamed, but her limbs refused to obey. The impact came before she could react. The van slammed into her side, the force throwing her off her feet. Pain exploded through her body as she hit the pavement hard, her head striking the concrete with a sickening thud. Time seemed to slow as she lay there, her vision dimming. Warmth spread beneath her, and she realized it was her own blood pooling on the ground. The sounds of the city faded into a muffled hum as darkness crept in at the edges of her vision. The last thing she saw before everything went black was the blurry outline of concerned faces hovering over her, and the distant wail of a siren growing louder.7 years laterAvery flicked her gaze toward the playpen, where her twin boys, Neal and Noel were jumping and laughing, surrounded by colorful balls. She smiled softly, her heart easing when she saw they were safe and happy. They’ve had a very busy and hectic week with unpacking and trying to adapt to their new environment, and it was a relief that they could have fun even if it was for just a few hours.Turning her attention back to the phone pressed to her ear, she continued her conversation with Julian.“That’s what I think, Julian,” she said, her tone quiet but firm. “I’m at the mall to meet the realtor, and hopefully, he’ll have a house that’s a better fit for us this time.”“Good,” Julian replied on the other end. “You can’t stay at your grandfather’s estate forever. That place isn’t a home—not with your sisters around. They’re toxic, Avery, and you know it.”Avery sighed, her fingers tightening around the phone. She knew Julian was right. Her grandfather had welcomed her back a
Asher’s POV A lot of things had gone wrong that fateful night, seven years ago.First, Asher was supposed to meet an investor, Laurel Mitchel, who he assumed had just flown into the country. They were scheduled to meet at the lounge, but after hours of waiting, he had been directed to meet her in her hotel room instead.Secondly, for some idiotic reason, someone had spiked his drink. Asher could only recall taking half a glass before everything became a haze. His senses were dulled, his judgment impaired, and instead of calling his driver to take him home, he had made the reckless mistake of heading to Laurel’s room.Whatever had been slipped into his drink had stripped him of his self-control.That night, Asher had entered the room expecting Laurel Mitchel, but instead, he found Raina Ross, lying there with that dazed look on her face. And in the clouded, heated moments that followed, they had slept together.The only good thing about that disastrous night was that it had been the m
Avery's POVAvery had been so lost in her conversation with Asher that she had failed to notice the presence of another person in her house or even when he had walked in.It wasn’t until Julian’s deep, commanding voice cut through the air that she realized they were no longer alone and she was in the arms of a man she had just met few days ago. Thankfully, Asher had released her almost immediately, realizing how far he had gone himself.Julian shifted on his feet. “I asked a question, Asher. What are you doing here?” he asked, even before she could say anything.He stood just inside the doorway, with his body protectively close to her. Julian's sharp gaze locked onto Asher with a hint of suspicion and barely hidden hostility. As they glared at each other, It was as if they were talking to each other through their minds and from the looks of things, the conversation was not a friendly one.Julian has always been protective over her and the boys, and it was not a surprise to her that h
Avery’s POV For the first time, Asher hesitated. His gaze softened, and something flickered behind his eyes; something raw, almost vulnerable. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared on his face, it disappeared almost immediately.“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said in a mysterious tone. “But not tonight.”He took a step back, finally breaking the intense standoff between him and Julian. His gaze lingered on Avery for a moment longer before he smirked. “Get some rest, Avery. We’ll see each other again soon.”And just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. She should have stopped him, but her legs failed to move. She somehow believed that they would see each other again.The moment the door was shut, Avery let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. She turned to Julian, her mind racing with questions.“What was that?” she demanded. “What did he mean?”Julian ran a hand over his face, ex
Avery’s POVThe Wellesley estate was more than just a home to the Wellesley family. It was a grand, architectural masterpiece that had stood for generations. It was a symbol of power, wealth, and legacy.When Avery had woken up from her coma seven years ago, she had returned to the Wellesley home. But for some reasons unknown to her, she had never felt like it was home to her. Like she belonged there.She was never comfortable staying there, especially knowing how it’s occupants felt about her. After a while, she couldn’t take it anymore and had left with the boys for the states.The grand halls and sprawling gardens whispered stories of past generations, of names that held weight in high society. The towering marble columns, and crystal chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling spoke of old money and deep-rooted tradition. The Wellesley family was by no means a small family. They were well known and their influence ran wide. Wellesley publications was a media power house that was ru
Avery’s POV She turned back to Vivian, lifting her chin. “I do belong here. And whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.” She said with a firm voice.Vivian’s smile disappeared almost immediately. Her fingers curled slightly, as if itching to claw at something. She had to know that no matter what she said, Avery still had a place in the family.Vivian sighed loudly. “You’re getting awfully bold for someone who doesn’t have real power in this family.” She warned. “You’re nothing but an inconvenience we’ve had to tolerate, and I wouldn’t mind nipping the bud.”The crowd around them grew, hushed whispers filling the space as they watched the scene unfolding. It was now late to back down, the guests would think that grandfather Wellesley daughter in-law was a weakling. She wasn’t.Avery clenched her jaw, forcing herself to remain composed. “You don’t get to decide that.” She spat.Vivian’s eyes flared with irritation. “Watch yourself Avery…” she added.Before Avery could respo
Avery’s POVInside the grand ballroom, the party was in full swing as guests congratulated grandfather Wellesley. Avery stood near a table, watching them give him different sorts of expensive gifts and the broad smile that appeared on his face whenever he received their gifts.She curled her fingers lightly around a crystal glass of water which she had opted to take after remembering that she has to drive her boys back home after the party. She would never drive under the influence, especially not when her sons were in the car.The boys clung to her, Neal gripping the hem of her dress while Noel pressed against her side. They both refused to leave her sight, their earlier encounter with Vivian still weighing heavily on them.They were not scared, contrary to what others might think. She had pushed Neal earlier to find other kids and play with them, but Neal had refused, saying that he wanted to stay with her. They could sense her unease and wouldn’t leave until she was okay.Avery exh
Avery’s POVThe night air was crisp as Asher led Avery out of the grand ballroom, his grip on her wrist firm yet careful. She thought about her boys and where Nolan must have taken them to, but instead of being worried or alarmed, she felt calm. She had that feeling that they were fine and in good hands.It worried her that she was feeling this way and trusting someone who the only information she knew about him was found online. Hell, they had just met, but then, she remembered his face when Asher had knelt in front of the kids and spoken to them. If the boys had felt uncomfortable, she would have sensed it and stopped Nolan from taking them.The muffled hum of murmuring guests faded behind them as they stepped onto the stone pathway leading into the Wellesley estate’s gardens. It was either that Asher had been in the estate before and even been given a full tour, or he had the blueprint of the place, because he walked like someone who had an idea of where they were going to.Avery
Asher's POVNolan sighed and stood up. Asher expected him to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he remained standing in front of Asher’s desk, arms crossed, watching him with that sharp, knowing gaze.“I don’t like that look on your face,” Nolan muttered.Asher arched a brow. “What look?” he asked.“The one that says you’re about to go nuclear,” Nolan replied, biting his lower lip.Asher let out a humorless chuckle. “If Wellesley wants to play games, I’m making sure he regrets it,” he said with a wide smile.Nolan sighed. “I get it, I do. But this isn’t just business anymore, Asher. This is personal,” he stated.Asher leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the desk. He wasn’t the one who started this; he was only continuing what Mr. Wellesley had started.“It was personal the second he dragged Avery and the boys into this. The second he tried to control her life like she’s some puppet by releasing those pictures.” His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it.Asher kne
Asher's POVAsher leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment before finally answering. "She's been through a lot. And I don't want to be another complication in her life. I want to take it slowly, so it doesn't feel rushed. I want her to feel, Nolan." He explained.He knew how he usually was with his emotions. Asher usually came on strong and tends to be very dominant and assertive, especially when it came to people he cared about. But with Avery, there was this need to handle her with a lot of care and affection.Asher had an idea of what Avery had been through and had to face in her life. He couldn't imagine waking up from an accident after six months, and then having a child. Not just one, but two. The mental trauma that she had to face knowing that she had not just almost lost her life, but also her memories, would be devastating.Staying in the Wellesley family would also be traumatizing for anyone who didn't carry the Wellesley blood. He knew Mr. Wellesley and
Asher's POVNolan scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, it's Avery, huh? I know. She's been on your mind since that day at the mall." He muttered.Asher rolled his eyes and grabbed the document again, pretending to focus. He hoped that his lack of response would give Nolan the message that he's not interested in having this discussion with him at all.Of course, Nolan knew. The guy was like his shadow. Come to think of it, Asher had not been this distracted from work for a very long time. He was always laser focused and effective, so it was easy for Nolan to notice that he was not 100% focused.Nolan must have picked up on a thing or two from their interactions and his activities. And honestly, Asher wouldn't be surprised if Nolan knew more than he was letting on.Asher let out a slow breath, flipping through the document as if that would be enough to dismiss theconversation. But Nolan wasn't one to let things slide so easily, especially not when he smelled something worth digging into.
Asher's POVThe only thing that had been on Asher's mind since he had walked into his office that morning was Avery and the boys. Hell, even after he left Avery's place last night, they still lingered in his thoughts.No matter how much he tried to push the thoughts away, they kept resurfacing, filling his mind with memories of the previous day. He keeps checking the time, wondering when he would see them again. It wasn't just Avery, but the boys too.Spending time with them had done something to him-something he hadn't been prepared for. It made his heart beat faster and brought that longing for a family. Not that he didn't have one; he did, but he wanted a family of his own.Seeing Avery laugh, watching the boys run around without a care in the world, had warmed a part of his heart that he had long buried. It felt... right. And that scared him more than he was willing to admit.At first, it had been about finding Raina Ross, then proving that Avery Wellesley was Raina Ross and the r
Avery's POV He glared at her, his anger clearly showing on his face. But there was something else beneath his anger—something that felt like fear. He feared the Storms and she was going to use that against him.For the first time, she wondered what grandfather Wellesley wasn’t telling her. Was it her past or his past. She had not seen anything about a conflict between the Wellesley and the Storms. Hell, he had invited the Storms to his birthday celebration, though only Asher had showed up.Avery’s anger boiled over. “If you want anyone to get married, perhaps you should consider your daughters and leave me the hell alone!” she snapped.They were both unmarried and had the Wellesley blood running through their veins. They would be better candidates than her.Grandfather only laughed, the sound low and humorless, like she had made a useless comment. “You think I haven’t tried them? You must be joking.” His eyes gleamed with something dark, something final. “End whatever business you ha
Avery's POVShe took a step forward, her voice firm. “And what if I was interested in him? At least he wouldn’t be a business deal disguised as a husband.” she said.At this point, Avery didn't care about what he was going to say or do with her. She had not known Asher for long, but she felt the need to be on his side.Grandfather slammed his palm on the table. “That man is nothing but trouble! He’s not one of us! The Storms have always been reckless, always standing below us, the Wellesleys, in status and power. Do you really think I’d let you throw away your future on a man who can’t even secure his own?” he spat.Avery swallowed the anger rising in her throat. This was it. Grandfather was really intimidated by the storm. She wondered if they had any history between them; the Storms and the Wellesleys, that would cause him to act this way. …And below us? She didn't know if he was exaggerating or simply denying reality, but it was an obvious and clear fact to everyone that no family
Avery's POVWithout acknowledging her protest, he pointed at the first photograph, expecting her to listen to him.“Charles Kensington,” he began. “Heir to the Kensington shipping empire. His family controls nearly half the trade routes along the East Coast. A man like him would ensure your financial security for a lifetime.” he explained.Avery eyed the picture. Charles was in his late thirties, clean-shaven, with the kind of sharp features that spoke of old money and entitlement. Somehow like Asher, but something was different with Charles. She just couldn't place it.He looked stiff, like someone who had never laughed a day in his life. Did grandfather really think that this man was suiting for her? She has kids and he was suggesting she marry a stuck-up asshole like this.She looked back at her grandfather. “Security? I don’t need security. I have more than enough money of my own, thanks to Henry.” Avery muttered.Henry had left a huge amount of money for her. The family knew abou
Avery's POV"Come sit down. I’m not done," Grandfather ordered, leaving no room for argument.Avery sighed, regretting that she hadn’t walked out of her grandfather's office sooner. She was done with this conversation, no matter what he said. Because if he kept pushing, she was going to lose her temper.She was already mentally exhausted from trying to convince him that she knew what was best for herself and her sons.As if sensing her frustration, grandfather sighed and gestured toward the couch."We have more to discuss, Avery. I didn’t just call you here about a job in the company. Come sit, please." He reclaimed his seat, waiting for her.She didn't know why it had taken her this long to finally break free from him. Maybe because she was depending solely on him after her accident, so he now feels that he had the keys to her life.Avery let out another sigh and walked back to the couch, slumping onto it with exaggerated exhaustion. Whatever he had to say next, she already knew it w
Avery’s POV“You don’t think I know that? Every decision I make is about my sons. But that doesn’t mean I have to take the first job thrown at me just because it’s safe and offers stability.” She told him, trying to calm herself.“This isn’t just any job,” he countered. “This is a career. A future for your sons.”A future he controlled, right? She knew what he was not saying. A future for her sons means that one day, they would take over the company and the first step to doing that is for her to work for him. If it were something else, it would have been easier to consider, but a reporter?She had wondered about her past career before, but never once had she imagined she had been a reporter. It felt foreign. Like something that didn’t belong to her. And the way he had brushed off her question? It only made her more suspicious.She took a slow breath. Calm down. Think this through, she chanted in her head. Was she ready to let go of her sons future for her own selfish dreams? What woul