[Sasha]As soon as we take our seats, I start to speak.However, before I even get my first word out, Mr. Yardley holds up his hand and cuts me off.“Wait. I’m waiting for someone. Let them get here first.”I look at my brother, who does the same, exchanging confused glances. Who else could be needed while we discuss this matter between our companies?My curiosity gets the best of me. “May I know who we are waiting for?”Mr. Yardley gives me an unimpressed look. “Someone who matters to me. Any more questions?”I do, but after hearing his tone, I decide it would be in our favor to go along with him. He’s the one in the dominant position right now. And if I can suck up to that idiot Lawrence family for as many years as I have, I can do this too.All I have to do is keep calm and make sure he hears me out.Next to me, Arthur groans under his breath, his fingers tightening around the armrest. I know what he’s doing. He’s getting more and more pissed. And it’s understandable. He’s not used
[Sasha]My mouth hangs open. I don’t know what to say.She’s not wrong to point out that we got the biggest loan, but most of it my family ended up spending on personal bills. Ever since then, we’ve only been paying our employees a quarter of what we promised. Because of this, many of them ended up resigning. But Dad didn’t mind. He figured the fewer mouths to feed, the better.I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Well, our business was also hit the hardest, which explains the biggest loan,” I try to reason, cursing this bitch to the moon and back.Mr. Yardley sighs. “All I’m hearing is an excuse, Ms. Clarkson. Do you have something else to say?”Vivienne stands there like she couldn’t be enjoying this more.Or maybe it’s all in my head. But I can’t help it. I hate that she’s here, holding the fate of my family in her hands. All because this man doesn’t seem to have a mind of his own; he seems too dependent on her opinion.I try to think. “It’s not an excuse, Mr. Yardley. It’s the truth
[Vivienne]I watch with a quiet smile as Sasha glances at the door—where her brother has already stormed out of the cabin—probably hoping he’ll return miraculously. Then, she looks back at me, her gaze turning into a glare.For a moment, I’m almost certain she’s about to say something bitter or drop the poor-me act. But then her eyes shift to the young man beside me, and she presses her lips together tightly.After a long moment of silence, she spins on her heels and heads for the door.But I was right—she still has something to say.Halfway there, she stops, turns, and glares again.“You know what? This is not fair!”“Excuse me?” Theo sounds just as confused as he looks.“This. What just happened. It’s not fair.”“That’s not for you to decide, Miss. We’ve been more than fair, and you know it.”“I know, but…” She hesitates, suddenly at a loss. “I just know that…if she weren’t here, this meeting would have gone differently. She’s the reason for my family’s humiliation today. Everything
[Sasha]“What? Nothing to say for yourself?” I sneer, savoring the look on her face. “God, Vivienne. You’re so shameless. How do you even live with yourself? Aren’t you tired of lying, deceiving, and tricking your way through life? When will you learn some goddamn dignity?”She tilts her head to the side, as if nothing I said bothered her in the slightest. As if she’s somehow above all this. But she’s not. She’s just pretending not to care, probably because that’s all she can do to deny the truth. But I’m not lying, am I? That’s why she has nothing to say. I’ve finally shut her up for good.Mr. Yardley, however, doesn’t look very happy. And he shouldn’t be. That’s the whole point, right? He needs to know the truth, and as Daddy says, the truth always hurts.He must have trusted her too much to feel anything but betrayed.He leans forward on the table and glares. When he opens his mouth, his words are calm yet restrained. “Thank you, Ms. Clarkson. You’ve finally opened my eyes to just
[Sasha]When we get to the hospital, one of Arthur’s friends leads us to his room. I glance around, barely able to believe that the idiot ended up in this outrageously expensive hospital. Can we even afford treatment here?I just hope he’s only here for a few hours, or Dad might have a heart attack himself.“What happened? Tell us everything,” Mom asks Arthur’s friend, whose name I’m struggling to remember. Dan? Danny? Dane?Whatever, let’s go with Dane.Dane sighs, rubbing his face like he’s exhausted. “Uh…like I told you. He got beat up. That’s it.”Wow. Thanks for the insight. I roll my eyes.“Who beat him up? And why?” I ask, irritated that he can’t get to the point.We get into the elevator, and Dane’s already sweating bullets. “Just…some guys. I don’t know. They looked like they could take down anyone.”“So, they just picked Arthur out of nowhere and decided he’d be the punching bag today?” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Mom shoots me a death glare while Dad looks like h
[Sasha]Arthur’s face goes pale—well, paler than it already is under all the bruises. He tries to sit up, but between his broken arm and leg, he’s not going anywhere.“Who the hell are you?” I demand, stepping between him and this…mountain of a man.His grin only widens, like he’s enjoying the little show.The guy chuckles, slow and low. “Oh, I’m just here to check in on my good friend Arthur. See, he’s been a little behind on some promises he made to me and my associates. Thought it’d be polite to come by and see if maybe, finally, he’s ready to settle up.”Dad’s face hardens, but I can see his hands shake. “Look, whoever you are, we’ll pay back whatever he owes. Just—leave my son alone.”The guy looks at Dad with a mix of pity and amusement. “Oh, isn’t that touching. Daddy swoops in to save his little screw-up. But see, here’s the thing—your boy didn’t just borrow money. He took it, gambled it, and lost, over and over. And we’re not exactly a bank that lets you pay whenever you feel
[Sasha]“What do you mean he’s not here?” I demand over the phone, speaking to Caden’s clueless assistant.I’ve been trying to reach him forever, but every call goes unanswered. I finally had no choice but to call this assistant. What’s her name again? Mandy? Andy? Brandy?Ugh, whatever!“I mean exactly what I said, Ms. Clarkson. Mr. Lawrence is currently on a flight to Japan. It’s a long flight, so he won’t be available for a few hours.”Dammit. This is a disaster.“When did he leave? And why am I just hearing about it now? You’re supposed to keep me updated, aren’t you? That’s what you get paid for!”“Uh… I apologize, madam, but that’s not exactly part of my job. Besides, it was Mr. Lawrence’s strict instruction to keep his travel plans private unless it was an emergency. And, well…since you called, and you’re kind of…important, I figured this counted as an emergency. This is an emergency, right?”What the hell? “Of course, this is an emergency, you idiot! Who the hell do you think
“What?” Agnes Lawrence sounds surprised. “How can he do that? And without even discussing it with us? Now, how are we supposed to help this poor girl?”My heart sinks deep into my stomach. They can’t be serious. I need this money. And I need it now.“Mom?” More tears spill from my eyes. “What are we going to do now?”Mr. Lawrence looks frustrated. “I don’t know what he was thinking. But the truth is, without his approval, we can’t access that money. And that means we can’t help you, child. We are very sorry.”Shit. No. I can’t accept no for an answer.“But my dad… he’ll die if he doesn’t get his surgery. Mom?” I turn to this stupid woman. “Please, don’t say no. You’re my only hope. Please, don’t leave me alone in this.”Agnes looks torn, her face a mask of concern. “Sasha, I wish there was something more I could do,” she says. “You know how complicated these things can be.”I shake my head. “Complicated? My dad is dying! Complicated is not an option right now!”“Calm down, dear,” Mr.
I decide to pick up my things from Harvey’s place and head back to our grandparents’ house.It’s the only place where I can think clearly and have some peace to myself.God knows I need a moment to just breathe.So much has happened in a single day—my body and brain both need a well-earned break.When I arrive at his place, Mimi still hasn’t returned from school.Good. Because if she had tried to stop me one more time with those big, adorable eyes, I probably would have changed my mind. That girl has some serious charm. No wonder Harvey can’t resist any of her demands—same goes for my parents.Dad once told me that when he took her to his office—back before he retired—she demanded to play loud pony-themed music and made everyone dance, as if the entire company had thrown a party just for her.Easy to say, the employees couldn’t have asked for a better break—or a better boss.Anyway, I grab my stuff and get back into the car, making sure to leave a text for Harvey so he knows my unexpec
[Vivienne]Once I’m far enough that Avery’s screaming fades into the background, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.God knows what’s up with these Lawrences lately. Have they all sworn to make my life hell? To never let me have a moment of peace?I shake my head and push some loose dark curls out of my face.When I return to the table, I find Theo sitting alone.And my anger flares all over again.How could he do this to me? Out of all the women he could have dated, he chose her—the sister of my ex-husband? Did he have no respect for me? Did I not tell him what that family did to me?How could he ignore all of that and fall for a girl who is neither right for him nor anything like him?She’s just like her mother. Like Sasha. Evil. Pure evil.I still remember the day she threw that scorching coffee in my face at the café…Anyway, I take a deep breath and make my way to the table.Theo sees me approaching, and before I can say a word, he stands up, hands braced against the tab
I stare at her, unsure whether to laugh in her face or take her seriously.“End me?” I tip my head to the side, pushing her off me at the same time. “Do you hear yourself? You sound unhinged.”“You think I’m joking?”“Nah, more like you’re trying to be something you’re not.”“You think I can’t hurt you?”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. You? Hurt me? Avery, you’re a spoiled little brat from a family of professional liars and melodramatic wannabe royals. The only thing you’ve ever ‘ended’ is a shopping spree when Daddy cut you off. So, forgive me if I find it absolutely hilarious that you think you’re some kind of threat.”Avery’s mouth drops open.She probably didn’t expect me to say something like that.I’m not surprised. I was never this sassy in front of Caden’s family. I was good, loyal, and completely dedicated. But instead of appreciating any of it, they always assumed the worst of me.And—shockingly—they still do.Anyway, now that she has nothing to say, I turn to finally get the h
[Vivienne]Avery looks just as surprised to see me.Her eyes widen, and she jolts to her feet, her face slowly turning pale.Theo probably notices her odd reaction, but before he can say anything, Avery quickly grabs my arm and giggles over her shoulder.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to arrive. I desperately need a lady’s help. Be right back!”And with that bizarre excuse, she drags me to the bathroom, shuts the door, and spins to face me—a crown of sweat already glistening on her forehead.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps, glaring at me with those little brown eyes of hers.I raise a brow. “I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”“Oh, shut up!”“If that’s what you want.” I turn to leave. If she wants me to shut up, then I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.But of course, she doesn’t let me.She grabs my arm and yanks me back around—hard this time.I hiss and wrench myself free. “Are you crazy? You’re hurting me.”Instead of looking guilt
[Vivienne]When I reach the office building—invited by none other than Theo—I take the elevator to his office.His assistant meets me halfway and leads me inside.Surprisingly, the room is empty.“Sir is stuck in a meeting, but he assured me he’ll be joining you soon. Can I get you anything in the meantime? Juice, coffee, or something to eat?” the assistant asks courteously, a gentle smile on her pretty face.“Just water. Thanks.”She nods and steps out, leaving me alone.I take a deep breath and sink onto the sofa across the room—the only spot where my aching back might find some relief.Just then, I feel a small kick against the side of my swollen belly—a gentle reminder that my little one has started to move.I smile.It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words.The baby kicks started a few days ago, and God knows I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to invite Rosita over or visit Mom—just to share this beautiful news with her.But then Caden showe
[Rosita]I don’t like surprises.Not when they keep me this on edge.Ever since we left my office, Harvey has been as silent as ever. He insisted on driving himself, and when I asked where he was taking me, he told me to have some patience.Well, it seems I don’t have the energy for patience either.“Are you sure you’re not about to push me off a cliff or something?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the scenery passing by outside the window.I hear him scoff out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. “You have a bizarre sense of humor, you know that?”“You say that like it’s news to you,” I steal a glance at him—his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead. He’s always so composed, so frustratingly unreadable.I huff and lean back in my seat. “Are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, or are you actually going to tell me where the hell we’re going?”“Relax, Rosita. We’re almost there.”I don’t like that answer. I
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam
[Vivienne]For the next five minutes, neither of us says anything.Caden keeps his gaze locked on me while I continue to pretend that nothing he said has affected me in any way.But I’d be lying if I said his version of that night doesn’t make sense.It does. I just don’t know if it changes anything.Even if I admit that Sasha might have played me—made a fool out of me—that doesn’t explain his indifference toward me during our entire marriage. It doesn’t explain why he chose to stay away not just for days but for weeks, sometimes even months. Or why he spent the majority of his time with his family and assistant but not a single meaningful moment with his own damn wife.And it certainly doesn’t explain all the media buzz about him and Sasha—rumors of them being secretly engaged, enjoying vacations on exotic islands, and so on.“You should leave,” I tell him after a while, unsure if there’s anything left between us to discuss.No matter how innocent he claims to be, it doesn’t change t
[Vivienne]His jaw tics, but his voice stays maddeningly even. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”“I know enough.”“No.” He shakes his head slowly. “You think you do. But you never asked why she was there. You never stopped long enough to listen.”“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up. “Do you even hear yourself? What possible explanation could you have that makes this not cheating?”His stare doesn’t waver. If anything, it hardens.“You don’t want the truth, Vivienne. You just want to be right.”A bitter laugh rips from my throat. “I was right.”“No. You weren’t.”And there’s something in the way he says it—like he’s certain of it—that makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t like.“You know what? I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I don’t even know why I brought it up.”I turn to walk away—to get away, maybe even to run—because this is all the crap I can take in a day.But then he says something that stops me dead in my tracks.“See? That’s how it always is with you. You