The room goes still. All eyes turn toward me. The stranger straightens up, not a trace of surprise or discomfort on his face. He’s almost amused by the question, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask.Mabel’s smile tightens, and for the first time, she looks a little uneasy. “Oh, this is Aaron. He’s... a friend of mine.”A friend? Right.Aaron doesn’t miss a beat. He offers me a charming smile, the kind that would probably win over most people. “Nice to meet you. I’ve known Mabel for a long time.”A long time? That doesn’t make this any less strange. If anything, it raises more questions. Why haven’t I heard about this guy before? Why is he suddenly showing up now, right before her wedding?Mabel quickly jumps in, trying to smooth things over. “Aaron’s just helping out with some last-minute wedding details. He’s really good with fashion and design.”I narrow my eyes, not buying it. “And where’s your fiancé? Shouldn’t he be here for this?”“He’s tied up with work.”Of course, he is
There’s a naked man in my living room.Okay, he’s not completely naked, but boxers and flip-flops hardly count as fully dressed. I freeze, feeling like a stranger in my own home, waiting for this half-clothed intruder to acknowledge me. But he doesn't. He didn’t even hear me come in—he’s got AirPods in his ears, his eyes are closed, and he's lounging like he owns the place.I realize standing here like a stalker isn’t getting me anywhere. I have to be the one to break the ice."Hi," I say, stepping forward, trying not to sound too awkward.Nothing. He doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch. Great. I move closer, hesitating just a second before I reach out and tap him gently on the shoulder.His eyes snap open. Wide, unblinking, and... strange. His irises aren’t round—they’re vertical, like a cat’s. I nearly take a step back. Contact lenses, maybe? Whatever it is, they’re unsettling.He stares at me for a moment, not moving, just... staring. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he fina
Fiona’s eyes meet mine, and it feels like the ground has been pulled out from under me.“Desiree?” she says.It’s her. My younger sister. The one who disappeared without a trace, leaving me with nothing but questions. The one I thought I’d never see again.And now, she’s standing in my living room, acting like all these years apart were nothing. Like I hadn’t spent countless nights worrying if she was even alive.“Oh my God,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Fiona... is that really you? Where the hell have you been?”She smiles like it’s no big deal. “Around the world.”I’m frozen, torn between wanting to hug her and wanting to slap that smile off her face. Around the world? That’s her excuse after all this time?“You never called,” I say, my anger rising. “You never texted. You just disappeared.”Before she can answer, Paul jumps in, looking confused. “Wait, you two know each other?”I turn to Paul, feeling even angrier. “I should be asking you that! How do you know Fiona?”Paul looks a
Paul is laughing, clearly enjoying himself. “You’d make a perfect sculpture, Desiree. The height, size, and weight are perfect.”“Are you insane?” I snap, still dangling in his grip. “Put. Me. Down.”Paul doesn’t move immediately. His grin widens. “No, seriously,” he continues, ignoring my protests, “you’ve got that whole elegant-yet-dramatic look going on. You’d be the centerpiece of any gallery.”“I don’t care,” I growl, swatting at his arm, “I’m not your art project! Put me down before I—”Before I can finish my sentence, the front door swings open, and Caspian walks in. Oh, shit.I freeze. I didn’t even hear his car pull into the driveway. And now, here I am, in the middle of the living room, cradled in another man’s arms—his brother’s arms, no less.The color drains from my face as I catch Caspian’s eyes. His eyes are narrowed. His usual calm demeanor shifts into something darker. Tension floods the room instantly. He doesn't say a word, but the expression on his face says enoug
Caspian's POVGod, I’m so angry right now. Having a stressful day at work and coming home to my wife in another man's arms is not how I planned my day.“The hell did you just say to me?” Desiree says, her fists clenched.“You want him too, don't you? Maybe the three of you can have a threesome,” I spit out.I know I’m being childish right now. But I can’t help it. I just want someone who’s mine, completely. I chose to marry her, yet now it feels like everyone wants a piece of her. And the worst part? She doesn’t even seem to notice their flirtations. It’s driving me insane. Well, if she can’t see it, I’ll make her see it.“I don’t want you in the kitchen,” I say firmly.“Oh, really? Why? You think the chef bends me over the counter?” What the hell is wrong with her? I try to shake off the image, but now it’s all I can see—Desiree and Chef Douglas, together. The thought makes my blood boil.“You’re not going to the kitchen. That’s final,” I say.Desiree throws her head back and laughs
I can’t let her walk away without knowing what’s going on in her head. She’s shutting me out, and I don’t know why. What changed? What did I do?I catch up to her as she reaches the hallway. “Wait, Desiree. What are you saying?” I sound more desperate than I mean to, but I don’t care. “You don’t think so? What does that even mean? We’re married. You’re mine—I’m yours. That’s how this works.”She stops, but she doesn’t turn around. Her back is stiff, like she’s trying to hold something back. For a moment, I think she might finally answer me. But when she does, her words are cold.“That’s the problem, Caspian. I’m not something you own. And right now… I’m not even sure I want to be yours.”Her words hit me hard. My heart feels heavy, and I can’t think of what to say. Before I can respond, she keeps walking, disappearing down the hallway. I can’t just let her go. Not like this.I follow her. She’s climbing the stairs quickly, as if she’s trying to get away from me. I push myself to catch
Desiree's POVAll the color drains from Paul's face. His easygoing grin vanishes. Even my sister, Fiona, looks uncomfortable, her eyes wide as if she’s just witnessed a car crash.And honestly, that’s exactly what Caspian’s words feel like: a car crash. I blink, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. He couldn’t possibly mean what he said, right? Did Paul really do that?I can’t help it—I have to break the silence. “Paul,” I say, my voice shaking a little. “You didn’t actually sleep with Caspian’s girlfriend, did you?”Paul doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at me, which only makes my stomach sink further. His silence says more than words ever could, but I still need to hear him say it. I need to be sure.“Is that a yes or no?” I press, my heart pounding in my chest.Paul sighs and throws his hands up, like he’s tired of hiding. “Fine. We were young, okay? I was wild, Gladys was wild, and Caspian was… tame. It’s not my fault she found something in me and hooked up with m
“Yes,” Douglas says, stepping forward cautiously. “I was just about to inform you all that the table is set.”Before I can respond, Paul bursts into laughter—a cold, bitter sound that echoes through the room. “I didn’t care? Really, Caspian? You're such a hypocrite. Am I the one who married my son’s ex barely a month after they broke up? You want to talk about betrayal? You're a bad father. You're a terrible brother, too. I told you I liked Gladys, and the next thing I knew, she was your friend. And then, just like that, you were in a relationship with her. You stole her from me. Now, I have to sit here and listen to you whine about your heartbreak? You’re unbelievable. I hope Desiree breaks your heart. I hope she leaves you, just like Gladys did.”That’s it. I can't take this anymore. No one talks to my husband like that—no one except me.I don’t wait for Caspian to react. I turn to Chef Douglas. “Clear the table, Douglas,” I say firmly. “Everyone’s lost their appetite.”Douglas does
I nod, my throat tight. “You better be.” The doors to the delivery room swing open, and suddenly, I’m surrounded by bright lights, the sterile smell of antiseptic, and the calm, authoritative voices of nurses. My mind is racing. My body, however, is focused on one thing: the relentless, excruciating contractions that feel like my insides are being wrung out like a soaked towel. “Breathe, Desiree. You’ve got this,” a nurse says, guiding me onto the bed. Caspian bursts through the door moments later, his hair disheveled, his suit jacket gone, and his sleeves rolled up. He looks like a man ready for battle. And, honestly, that’s what this feels like. “I’m here,” he says, taking my hand again. His grip is warm, solid, a lifeline in this sea of chaos. I glare at him through the pain. “You did this to me.” He leans down, brushing a kiss against my sweaty forehead. “I know, baby. And you’re doing amazing.” “Amazing? I feel like I’m being ripped in half!” I shout, my voice cracking wit
~~Months later~~ My best friend, Jessica, decided to organise a baby shower for me. She rented a penthouse. I know Caspian's involved in this. Who else is paying for the penthouse? The penthouse is everything Jessica promised and more—sleek marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the city, and enough floral arrangements to make a florist weep. There’s an extravagant dessert table with a towering cake. And, of course, the unmistakable Caspian touch—a champagne fountain. I take it all in, my eyes narrowing suspiciously as I glance at Jessica, who’s currently trying to pass off the event as “modest.” Modest my ass. “You’re sure this wasn’t Caspian’s idea?” Jessica flashes her most innocent smile, which is about as believable as a politician’s promise. “I mean, he may have helped. But you deserve this! Come on, Dee, when was the last time we celebrated you?” I snort, adjusting the sash draped across my belly that reads Mom-to-Be. “You mean besides the
Desiree's POVWe're at a press conference.Cameras flash like lights at a club, and the buzz of reporters fills the air like a swarm of relentless bees. I hate it. Every second of it. But I stand tall, my hand resting in Caspian’s, my knuckles white from the grip. He doesn’t seem fazed—his jaw set, his eyes gleaming. He’s in his element.Me? I’m a bundle of nerves hiding behind a tailored dress and a painted-on smile.The tension in the room is obvious. Every gaze is pinned on us, every microphone is pointed in our direction. There’s no escaping it.Caspian steps forward, adjusting the microphone. His presence is magnetic. Commanding. He could announce the end of the world, and people would believe it was for their own good.He clears his throat, and the room falls silent.“For weeks now, CypherEdge Dynamics has been under siege,” he begins. “An individual named Mabel Blackwood infiltrated our company. She blackmailed board members, manipulated shareholders, and attempted to undermine
“Mr. Hart,” Aaron’s voice oozes through the line, smug and infuriating. “I trust you’ve been thinking about my offer.”“More like thinking about how to kill you,” I mutter under my breath, then louder: “I’ve considered it. But I need proof Desiree is alive. Now.”A pause. Then, Desiree’s voice, faint but there. “Caspian, please…”It takes everything in me not to lose it. “I’m here, Desiree. Hold on.”Aaron returns. “Satisfied?”“Barely,” I say. “You’ll get what you want. But not a second before I see her safe.”“Fine,” Aaron agrees. “Bring the drives to the location we’ll send you. Alone. And no tricks, Hart. Or she dies.”The line goes dead.Antonio is already moving, giving quick commands into his headset. “They’ll never see us coming,” he promises.I grip the phone. “They’d better not.”Because if they do, I’ll burn the entire city down before I let them take her away from me.---I park a block away from the designated warehouse, my pulse thudding in my ears. I sit there for a mom
The tone sends a chill down my spine. Calm, too calm, like this is a business deal and not—“Where is she?” I say. “If you’ve touched her—”“Tsk, tsk,” the man interrupts, almost amused. “Let’s not start with threats. You’re not in a position to make them.”I grip the phone tighter, my knuckles white. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”“Don’t I? Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Hart. Ruthless. Powerful. But none of that matters here.”My free hand balls into a fist at my side. “What do you want?”Finally, he gets to the point. “You’re going to deliver something to me. Two things, actually. First, the drives you took from Mabel’s mother’s house.”My mind races. How does he know about those?“And second,” he continues, “your shares in the company. Sign them over. All of them.”I laugh, sharp and humorless. “You think I’ll just hand those over? Do you know what they’re worth?”“Oh, I know exactly what they’re worth.” His voice drops. “I also know what she’s worth to you.”The a
Caspian's POVIt’s been over two hours since Desiree disappeared, and the hospital has called the police against my wishes.I’m pacing the waiting room like a caged animal, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead doing nothing to quell the pounding in my skull. Every passing second feels like an eternity, a loud and unrelenting reminder that she’s not here, that I don’t know where she is, that I failed to protect her.“Mr. Hart,” one of the officers starts, her voice too calm, too measured, like she’s asking about a lost cat. “Let’s go over this again. You’re sure your wife didn’t… leave voluntarily?”My fist clenches so hard my knuckles crack. I whip around, staring at her like she’s grown a second head.“Voluntarily?” The word leaves my mouth dripping with venom. “You think she just decided to disappear in the middle of a goddamn ultrasound?”The other officer, a man with a face so nondescript I could forget it in seconds, clears his throat. “We’re just trying to establish all possi
Desiree’s POVI wake up feeling like my head has been split in two.Pain radiates from the back of my skull, throbbing with every heartbeat. My mouth feels like I’ve swallowed sand, and the metallic tang of blood lingers on my tongue. I try to move, but my arms won’t budge. Cold metal digs into my wrists, and the sharp edge of panic slices through the fog clouding my mind.“Welcome back.”The voice is smooth, almost polite, but it sends a chill racing down my spine. I force my eyes open, blinking against the dim light until the blurry figure in front of me sharpens into focus.Aaron.He leans casually against a table, his arms crossed, a smug grin stretched across his face. He looks like a villain from one of those old spy movies—too polished, too composed, too damn pleased with himself.“What the hell,” I croak, my voice raspy. “What is this, amateur hour? I thought kidnappers were supposed to wear masks.”He chuckles, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring my sarcasm. “You’re in go
Caspian's POVDesiree has been gone for too long.I glance at the clock on the wall, tapping my fingers on the armrest of the chair in rhythm with my heartbeat, which is getting louder and faster with every passing second. Maybe I’m being paranoid. Maybe this is one of those “pregnancy bladder” situations everyone warned me about. But how long does it take a pregnant woman to pee? Five minutes? Ten? I’ve lost track of time, but it feels like hours.I shift in my chair, trying to shake off the gnawing sense of unease creeping up my spine. The ultrasound pictures are still in my hand, slightly crumpled from where my grip has tightened.“She’s fine,” I mutter to myself. “She’s fine.”But the words don’t stick.Standing abruptly, I glance toward the hallway leading to the bathroom. The corridor feels longer than I remember, its sterile walls closing in like they’re mocking me. Every instinct in me screams that something isn’t right.Dr. William steps out of an adjacent room, looking surpr
Dr. William turns to us, his smile widening. “It’s a girl.”For a moment, the world stops. A girl. We’re having a daughter.“A girl,” I repeat, the words tasting foreign and magical on my tongue. Tears spill over before I can stop them, and I press a hand to my mouth, overcome with emotion.Caspian is silent beside me, his gaze fixed on the monitor. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, as if he’s struggling to keep his own emotions in check. “A girl,” he echoes. Then, with a soft laugh, he adds, “God help her if she inherits your stubbornness.”“Excuse me?” I glare at him, though the tears streaming down my face probably ruin the effect. “She’s going to be the perfect combination of both of us, thank you very much.”“Let’s hope she leans more toward your good looks than my temper.”“Let’s hope she doesn’t inherit your ego,” I shoot back, though my voice is choked with laughter.Dr. William chuckles, stepping back to give us a moment. “I’ll print out some pictures for you two. T