A sleek black car rolled to a gentle stop in front of the boutique, its engine quieting to a soft purr, like a contented whisper. The door opened with an elegant ease, and Tiffany stepped out, her presence commanding yet ethereal. She looked like she had just walked out of a dream, her skin glowing against the soft morning light. Her outfit was something out of a fashion editorial—a three-piece tailored suit in pearlescent white that seemed to shimmer with every subtle movement. The corset-style vest hugged her figure flawlessly, its sculpted design cinching her waist before flaring slightly at the hips. Each satin-covered button gleamed with understated elegance, catching the sunlight like tiny stars.Around her neck rested the necklace. The one Kai had given her. Two delicate chains of silver and diamonds lay against her collarbone—one a choker, snug and bold, while the other draped longer, cascading down her chest like a graceful line of starlight.Her high-waisted trousers were a
"Thank you so much, girls. I loved it. Noami... are you coming home tonight?" Noami turned, surprised etched her face. "What? No, I'm going to see Daniel." Tiffany nodded. "Ah? Daniel? Alright." She said with a smile. Although, she wanted to celebrate more for her birthday. She couldn't bother their plans. She had Kai after all. As she stepped out of the boutique, there he was. The perfect one. She spotted him just across the street Kai, tall and poised, his frame leaning against the car parked. His coat flared gently in the breeze, hands tucked into the pockets, but his eyes were locked onto her like a man possessed.Tiffany didn’t think. Her feet moved, and she ran towards him. The world blurred around her. Her heels struck pavement like thunder, her heart roaring in her ears. Her curls bounced wildly, her blazer flaring behind her like wings. Her hands wrapped around him, hugging him tight. Kai smiled, leaning backwards to take a look at her. Before he could say a single word
The jet touched down just as the golden light of Florence’s early evening spilt over the tarmac. As soon as Tiffany stepped onto the stairs, the warm Italian breeze kissed her cheeks. But what truly stole her breath was the car that awaited at the base of the steps.A Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. A custom pearl and rose-gold finish that shimmered like sunlit silk. The wooden rear deck gleamed under the fading sunlight, handcrafted like a yacht. It looked like something out of a dream. It's a fantasy-made metal.Tiffany descended the last step slowly, her heels clicking with intent, her lips parted in awe. "Kai!" she whispered."In love?" he asked, his arms wrapping around her waist, taking her towards the car with that lazy confidence that made her stomach flip. "Can I drive it? I wanna drive it!" She pouted, looming at him. Kai chuckled. She had been drowsy throughout the flight. Driving? "Not today, baby. Come on." He opened the door for her. Tiffany looked around. "What about your gua
The bathroom was shrouded in a soft mist, the steam curling upward and clinging to the mirror. Kai remained motionless under the cascading water, the hot stream drenching his hair and rolling down his tense shoulders. He tilted his head back, letting the heat seep into his skin, but it did little to ease the ache coiled in his chest.His hands braced against the cold tiles as the water pounded relentlessly against him. Silence wrapped around the bathroom just the sound of the shower and his steady breaths. He closed his eyes, and she was there. Tiffany. She had been the only one on his mind, occupying his loneliness. He could almost feel her presence. Her laughter and, most especially, her soft moans echoed faintly in the corners of his mind.Kai swallowed hard, his throat tight as his hands curled into fists against the wall. It had only been a week since she left, but the emptiness felt eternal. Now, it was just him. Alone.His chest tightened as his mind wandered to her touch—the
"Tell me everything is perfect!" Tiffany said, her voice sharp but fragile as she glanced around the boutique. Her eyes flitted over every detail—the pristine white walls, the golden racks adorned with designer clothing, and the faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. "You worry too much." Noami leaned against the counter, her tone light but laced with reassurance. "I'm sure everything went off without a hitch today. The sales target was over a hundred million dollars. I'd say that's a roaring success!" She smirked, adding playfully, "I guess being a trophy wife does have its perks."A slight smile tugged at Tiffany’s lips. Noami softened her tone, exhaling a small sigh of relief. "But, uh... why a boutique, though? I mean, after everything that happened with Kai—" Noami froze mid-sentence, her hand flying to cover her mouth.Tiffany’s expression shifted instantly, her face turning stony. Her dark eyes closed off like shutters. The uncomfortable silence stretched between them.
"Is it okay for me to be attending clubs yet? It isn't up to a month since the divorce." Noami looked at Tiffany’s direction. "What could possibly go wrong?" She said with a smile. The car door opened, and Tiffany got out. She wore a black halter top with a triangular handkerchief design. The front is sleek and fits closely, forming a sharp, inverted triangle that ends at her waist. The back is open and secured with thin crisscrossing straps, showing off her shoulders and back. She paired this unique top with loose-fitting black pants that are slightly oversized. The pants sit low on her waist, giving her a casual look.Tiffany let her long, straight black hair flow past her shoulders. She wears red lipstick, black thin heels and a small white handbag. Naomi on the other, stepped out wearing a soft pink, off-the-shoulder dress with delicate ruffle details along the neckline, fitting her curves with the hemline stopping above the knees. She accessorizes with a simple yet sparkling n
The following morning. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Kai stood mesmerized by the sight before him. He placed it gently on the table beside the bed a glass of apple juice. His gaze lingered on Tiffany, peacefully curled up in his bed. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each breath soft and quiet. The sunlight slipped through the curtains, giving a warm glow around her. The delicate curve of her lips, the faint flutter of her eyelashes, and the blush that lingered on her cheeks. From the very first day he saw her asleep. It's a sight he loved to see. But suddenly, her expression changed. Her brow furrowed, and her eyes twitched beneath her closed lids. A flicker of fear flashed her face, then deepened. Whimpers, low and distressed, escaped her lips and underneath the soft blankets, her body moved restlessly. She looked like she was having a nightmare. Kai’s brows furrowed, and he rushed to her side, his wide eyes darting between hers, trying to figure out w
Kai’s car stopped in front of Sun’s Nursing Home. Tiffany didn’t even wait for the car to settle completely. Her hand flew to the door handle, and before Kai could say a word, she flung the car door open, trembling as she walked, her heart pounding in her chest. She raced toward the building. The glass doors slid open. Her breath hitched as she entered, her eyes scanning the white walls of Sun Nursing Home. At the reception desk, Naomi stood, her shoulders tense as she spoke in hushed tones with Dr. Darcy, the woman in charge of Sun Nursing Home. Darcy’s face was calm, but she looked worried. "Where’s my mother?" Tiffany’s voice broke as the words tumbled out. She stood there, chest heaving, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. "I left you in charge of my mother this is what you do? How could you be careless?" Dr. Darcy turned to her, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I’m so sorry, Mrs. Winson," she said carefully in a low and apologetic tone but it wasn't enough to soothe
The jet touched down just as the golden light of Florence’s early evening spilt over the tarmac. As soon as Tiffany stepped onto the stairs, the warm Italian breeze kissed her cheeks. But what truly stole her breath was the car that awaited at the base of the steps.A Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. A custom pearl and rose-gold finish that shimmered like sunlit silk. The wooden rear deck gleamed under the fading sunlight, handcrafted like a yacht. It looked like something out of a dream. It's a fantasy-made metal.Tiffany descended the last step slowly, her heels clicking with intent, her lips parted in awe. "Kai!" she whispered."In love?" he asked, his arms wrapping around her waist, taking her towards the car with that lazy confidence that made her stomach flip. "Can I drive it? I wanna drive it!" She pouted, looming at him. Kai chuckled. She had been drowsy throughout the flight. Driving? "Not today, baby. Come on." He opened the door for her. Tiffany looked around. "What about your gua
"Thank you so much, girls. I loved it. Noami... are you coming home tonight?" Noami turned, surprised etched her face. "What? No, I'm going to see Daniel." Tiffany nodded. "Ah? Daniel? Alright." She said with a smile. Although, she wanted to celebrate more for her birthday. She couldn't bother their plans. She had Kai after all. As she stepped out of the boutique, there he was. The perfect one. She spotted him just across the street Kai, tall and poised, his frame leaning against the car parked. His coat flared gently in the breeze, hands tucked into the pockets, but his eyes were locked onto her like a man possessed.Tiffany didn’t think. Her feet moved, and she ran towards him. The world blurred around her. Her heels struck pavement like thunder, her heart roaring in her ears. Her curls bounced wildly, her blazer flaring behind her like wings. Her hands wrapped around him, hugging him tight. Kai smiled, leaning backwards to take a look at her. Before he could say a single word
A sleek black car rolled to a gentle stop in front of the boutique, its engine quieting to a soft purr, like a contented whisper. The door opened with an elegant ease, and Tiffany stepped out, her presence commanding yet ethereal. She looked like she had just walked out of a dream, her skin glowing against the soft morning light. Her outfit was something out of a fashion editorial—a three-piece tailored suit in pearlescent white that seemed to shimmer with every subtle movement. The corset-style vest hugged her figure flawlessly, its sculpted design cinching her waist before flaring slightly at the hips. Each satin-covered button gleamed with understated elegance, catching the sunlight like tiny stars.Around her neck rested the necklace. The one Kai had given her. Two delicate chains of silver and diamonds lay against her collarbone—one a choker, snug and bold, while the other draped longer, cascading down her chest like a graceful line of starlight.Her high-waisted trousers were a
"Okay, spill it," Noami said firmly but gently. "What’s going on? And don’t even think about leaving anything out."Tiffany’s lips quivered as she tried to speak. Finally, the words tumbled out. "Noami... I think Kai’s involved in something bad. Really bad."Noami’s expression tightened. "What do you mean? What did he do?"Tiffany’s voice cracked as she whispered, "Kate got arrested. She’s the one who hurt his mom, and Kai... he knew. He knew all along." Her voice dropped lower. "Even Conrad..."Noami’s face paled. "Tiff, are you safe? Do you feel safe with him?"Tiffany’s shoulders shook as tears finally spilled over. "I don’t know," she choked out. "I want to believe I am, but... everything’s falling apart. I don’t know who to trust."Noami reached out, gripping Tiffany’s hands tightly. "Listen to me. We’ll figure this out. You’re not alone. I’m here, okay? No matter what."The Next Morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden against the white walls of the bedro
"Kai!" Tiffany called out, her voice trembling. He stopped in his tracks, pausing to take a deep breath before turning to look at her. Her wide eyes were brimming with fear, her chest rising and falling rapidly as though the air itself was too heavy to breathe.Kai released Kate’s arm, his jaw tightening as he turned away without a word. He walked back to Tiffany, took her hands in his, and guided her out of the room. The sound of their footsteps echoed, leaving Amelia frozen in shock, her mouth slightly open as though trying to form words that never came.Barely a minute later, a man burst into the room, panting as though he had run a marathon. "Ma’am, the police are searching for you," he said between gasps.Kate’s head snapped up. "What?" she asked, her voice sharp but tinged with panic.Tiffany’s worried eyes darted to Kai’s face. He was calm, too calm, as though he had expected this all along.The man glanced nervously at Kai and Tiffany, his words faltering under their gaze. "Th
Tiffany as she stepped back into the room. The sunlight had shifted. She paused in the doorway, catching sight of Kai sitting in the armchair by the window, his phone pressed to his ear. His expression was focused, his free hand resting on the arm of the chair as he listened intently to Peter on the other end of the line."I’ll take the meeting with Auden tomorrow morning, but push the board review to Thursday. I need to make time for Nolan’s doctors this evening." There was a pause as he listened, his fingers tapping lightly against the chair’s arm. "No, I don’t care about the press conference. Let them speculate for now. I have more important things to handle."Tiffany smiled softly to herself, watching him. Even in the middle of chaos, Kai carried himself with that unshakable air of control. He looked so much hotter, well, not as hot as their time this morning.She moved quietly across the room, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, until she was standing in front of him. Kai
Tiffany’s heart raced as Kai’s touch grew more urgent, his hands moving over her with a kind of restless need. She could feel the pressure building, a tension that mirrored the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind her mother and Noami only a few rooms away, the need to stay quiet gnawing at her. But Kai wasn’t helping. His touch, his gaze, were relentless. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose the tender curve of her neck, and she inhaled sharply, his breath warm against her skin. The way he held her, firm and possessive, sent a shiver down her spine. Tiffany squeezed her eyes shut, but the way he moved against her, the steady rhythm that had her body arching for more, made it impossible to ignore. Her pulse quickened, a rush of heat curling in her stomach. His hands slid over her, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. His lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear, a whispe
The hospital room was eerily quiet, with only the faint, rhythmic beeping of the machines to remind Kai that life was still hanging on. The sterile air smelled faintly of disinfectant, but none of it mattered to him. His hand rested on the edge of his father’s bed, his fingers brushing lightly against the coarse blanket. On the outside, Kai’s face was unreadable, calm as still water. But inside, waves of anguish and frustration churned, threatening to pull him under.His father lay there, unmoving, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The sight struck a deep ache in Kai’s heart—a mixture of helplessness and longing for a miracle. He refused to show it, though. Not here. Not now.The soft creak of the door broke the silence, and Kai’s dark eyes flicked over to the figure entering. Peter stepped in hesitantly, his face etched with worry and something else—fear, maybe. "Mr. Winson," he said softly, his voice careful, like he didn’t want to disturb the fr
The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains Tiffany stirred due to the sunlight. She shifted slightly under the blanket, her eyes fluttering open. As she moved, she felt warmth beside her and for a moment, she froze feeling the steady breathing blending with the quiet stillness of the morning. As she turned she found Kai, lying on his side, his face inches from hers. His usually sharp, commanding features were softened in sleep, his dark lashes, a faint shadows on his cheeks. His breathing was slow, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm Tiffany felt her heart ache at the sight of him like this so deeply human. Her second favourite look. She didn’t move. Instead, she watched him, her gaze tracing every line and curve of his face. He looked so different from the man the world saw as she remembered the news he was just Kai. Her Kai. And in that moment, he seemed so at peace that she didn’t dare disturb him.