Grayson’s povI was still lying on the bed when my phone rang. In fact, it was this call that actually woke me up from sleep. Just like a normal call, I leapt from bed. This was a call I wasn’t expecting from the caller, but when my eyes fell on the screen of my phone, I widened my eyes. It was a call from no one else but Becky. Instead of picking up the call immediately, I glanced at the time. It was still very early in the morning. Such a call, I thought, wasn’t official, and it must have to do with what I’ve been asking Becky for. Has she finally accepted me? What could she possibly have to say that couldn’t wait until the sun had risen? So many unanswered questions raced through my mind before I finally picked up the call.“Hi Becky,” I greeted, my voice warm and welcoming. Just imagining her calling me was a feeling I hadn’t experienced in so long. But her voice on the other end was harsh and urgent.“Good morning, Mr Grayson…” she started. I was about to compliment her for not a
Becky’s POVThere was nothing more joyous to me than the phone number I had just received from Humphrey. As I held the phone, a strange excitement coursed through me, making me throb subconsciously between my thighs. When I said between my thighs, I was actually saying my pussy. This was the kind of feeling a woman gets when she’s crushing on someone. But it was so strange to be feeling this way about a man I had only met once. Not in a full day, but just a night. What if he didn’t like me? We need to think outside the box. What if he had a girlfriend or worse, a wife? What if this was just his job, make women satisfied and he only added those charming emoticons to texts he sent to his wife? I stared at the phone number, hesitating. Just as I was about to dial it, I paused, a pang of guilt crawled into my mind. Was I being selfish? Humphrey had gone out of his way to get me this number, and I hadn’t even called to thank him yet. It had been over twelve hours since I asked him for he
Alexander's pov "Hi, my handsome. Words can't describe how I feel about you. It's stronger than the pull of two magnets with opposite poles. The moment you touched me, I lost control of my senses. It’s been so long since I felt this way, and feeling it with you on our first night means so much. Every moment with you is pure pleasure. I’m sorry I haven’t messaged you until now. Something came up, and I can’t explain it until we meet again. I never thought I could feel this way for another man, but this is different, and stronger. That one night has changed my life in so many ways. I want to see you again. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I can’t resist how I feel. When can we meet? I’ll be waiting… ready for you."Arthur was still reading the message aloud when I interrupted. "I told you, Arthur. Next time, learn to believe me when I speak."“What did you tell me?” he asked, glancing up from his phone, clearly confused.“I told you that the second woman I met wasn’t the same as
Becky's pov Why would I owe such importance? I was just an assistant CEO, and Mr. Grayson, the actual CEO, was still here. These thoughts kept running through my mind as I tried to figure out where I had heard the word, “anonymous” before. It was so close to the surface of my memory, yet the tension in the air made it impossible to focus.Pretending to stay calm, I walked into the conference hall. The moment I did, my gaze fell on Diana. She didn’t even glance my way or acknowledge my presence. How could she forget all I had done for her? Without me, she would still be an ordinary staff member, far from the position she now held. The betrayal stung deeply. My eyes blinked rapidly as I fought back the tears threatening to fall.It wasn’t just about her disloyalty. Diana’s actions had cost me something much more precious. If not for her, I wouldn’t have lost my relationship with the man I had met at the hotel. That thought weighed heavily on my mind, but I didn’t have time to dwell on
Alexander's POV"Do you mean Becky really did that in front of you?" Arthur asked. I didn’t reply. Repeating it to Arthur felt like reliving the moment, and the thought alone was unbearable."Don’t you think she did it just to upset you?" he added.I couldn’t sit there any longer. I got up and walked out of the living room, then came back without doing anything. I had never felt so humiliated. Arthur’s words gave me something to think about, though, and I was finally able to speak."Maybe... maybe," I said, nodding. I needed to believe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. The reality of what Becky had done was too painful to face. She had asked me to leave her house, and when I refused, she went over to Grayson and kissed him. My guard had looked like he wanted to react, but I stopped him."Let’s leave," I had said, hiding my anger.It wasn’t just the kiss that hurt. Becky wouldn’t even read the message I had sent to the woman at the hotel, someone I thought about but ultimately pushed asid
Becky’s POV“Pregnant.” That was the first word that escaped my lips as I sat in the car with Alexandra after leaving the doctor’s office. I gripped the steering wheel, my thoughts racing, my mind full of confusion. What was I supposed to do now? A part of me, out of anger, perhaps, wanted to call the man who had put me in this situation. The same man who had ignored my calls and had the audacity to send me a cold and heartless text message.Without thinking, I dialed his number, my fingers trembling. As the phone wanted to start to ring, I changed my mind, my instincts screaming at me to end the call. But it was already too late. The screen flashed the cruel truth, saying ‘blocked.’“He’s blocked me,” I muttered to myself, my chest tightening with a mix of anger and despair. “Am I really going to have this baby without the father even knowing? Or am I opting for an abortion?” I paused and hit the steering this time. “I will never abort!”I stared at my phone, my confusion deepening.
Becky's pov The first time since I left Alexander, I stood powerless. For once, I felt the weight of emotions I had never allowed myself to feel. Watching him, standing before me, stripped of the usual arrogance I had associated with him, I couldn’t hold back my tears. They flowed freely, catching me off guard. This wasn’t just about what I had suffered, it was about everything his twin brother had done that Alexander now bore the brunt of.I realised that this was the Alexander who had melted my heart years ago. The Alexander I had loved so deeply that I walked away from my parents’ business and everything entitled to me. It was for him. Seeing him like this, I felt my resolve weaken. When he told me not to cry, that my tears only hurt him more, I couldn’t stop myself. The dam broke, and I cried harder.Grayson, who had been watching from a close distance, was astounded. His face turned dark with anger as he stepped towards me. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.
Becky's pov I wanted Alexander to come back into my life, but only to remind him of my worth and show him what he had lost. That was the main reason I left his house. He shouldn’t think that, just because he had managed to stop my wedding with Grayson, I was automatically his. But what now? I paused, my thoughts interrupted by the weight of the truth I was hiding. My pregnancy. I could easily claim it was Alexander’s since we made love together in the beginning when I stepped into his house, but deep down, guilt consumed me. This was a mistake I had made, and he deserved to know the truth.I had just put Alexandra to sleep when I first heard the sound of cars pulling up outside my house. My heart raced. Was Alexander here? It wouldn’t be surprising if he came unannounced. But then, a loud banging on the door shattered the quietness of my house. My pulse quickened. That wasn’t Alexander’s style of knocking, he wouldn’t knock like that, nor would he allow his guards to behave so reckle
Kathrine’s POVI felt so dizzy I might have collapsed if I hadn’t been sandwiched between Henry and Noah, their strong bodies holding me up. The kitten, tired of being squished, had climbed onto my shoulder, her tiny claws pricking my skin.Was this real? Had I slipped into some alternate reality? Maybe the almond milk my mom gave me had sent me into a coma, and this was all just a dream. Because who in the world gives their girlfriend a house for her nineteenth birthday?But it wasn’t the price tag or the extravagance of the gift that hit me the hardest. It was the understanding.Henry and Noah knew. They knew that for the past three and a half years, my life had been nothing but temporary, unstable, unreliable, and downright terrifying. When I lost my dad, I lost my home, my safety, my security. I’d followed my mom from one boyfriend’s place to another, always feeling like an unwanted third wheel, always at the mercy of strangers. I thought I’d built up a tough shell, that I was str
Kathrine’s POVI wasn’t expecting any more gifts from the Robert brothers. They’d already spoiled me with flowers, a fancy stainless steel water bottle, an incredible dinner on the gazebo, and those stunning rings. I couldn’t stop twisting the rings on my finger, just to remind myself this was real. This wasn’t some scene from one of my romance novels—this was my life.But when they drove me out to the waterfall, I almost melted. It was such a sweet, romantic gesture, taking me back to where it all kind of began. Okay, technically, it started at the Professor’s house, but our first real date was here, at the swimming hole under the man-made waterfall. That was the moment I started to believe I could actually be with both of them.When we arrived, there was a blanket laid out on the grass, scattered with rose petals. A vase of fresh flowers sat beside a white box tied with a big red bow. They sat facing me, their eyes full of anticipation, like they were waiting for something huge. It
Henry’s povI woke up before the sun even started to rise, the sky still dark over the mountains. Kathrine was curled up next to me, our legs tangled together with Noah’s. My brother was on the other side of her, holding her close while she faced me. At some point during the night, we’d kicked off the blankets, but the three of us together kept the bed warm and cozy.When Noah and I planned her late birthday dinner, we never imagined it would end the way it did, with the most incredible, unforgettable night of my life. Maybe even our lives. I reached for her hand in the dark, my fingers brushing over the ring she now wore. She’d accepted it. She’d accepted us.Kathrine stirred, stretching with a soft groan. “Oh my God,” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep. She threw a leg over mine and sighed. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. No, make that two buses.”I smiled, brushing her hair back from her face. Even in the dim light, I could see how beautiful she looked. “I’m sorry,
Kathrine’s POVI should have done this a long time ago. Sliding behind the wheel of my new car, I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, just to remind myself that it was real, this was real. The scent of pine-tree air freshener mixed with the sharp, chemical tang of whatever they used to polish the interior at the dealership. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it smelled like freedom. Like a fresh start.No more asking for permission. No more borrowing keys. No more waiting for some taxi driver to show up at his own pace. This was my car, and I could go anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted.It should have been a good feeling, liberating, even but there was a dull ache gnawing at the back of my mind.My mother wasn’t speaking to me.Late last night, I’d heard her voice sharp and angry, drifting from the other end of the house. I couldn’t make out every word, but I didn’t have to. I knew exactly what the argument was about.She must have gone to Weah, her voice rising
Noah’s PovEven though Kathrine was trying to hide it, I could see she was upset. When I got to the dojo, she was already there. She had taken off her jacket, put on boxing gloves, and was hitting the heavy bag hard. She wasn’t just practicing, she was putting all her strength into every punch and kick. I could almost feel the force of her hits. Her face was red, her breath was sharp with each strike, and sweat was running down her neck.It was impressive and attractive, but also a little scary.I wouldn’t want to be that bag, but that wasn’t what worried me. It was the way she was fighting, so intense, so focused, so fierce. It was like she was fighting for her life. Or maybe she was punishing herself.After what Henry told me about her meeting with her mom, I thought it might be a mix of both. I wasn’t sure if I should stop her or let her keep going. Since we were in the dojo and she was higher-ranked than me, I felt unsure of what to do.Luckily, Clement noticed something was wrong
Kathrine’s Pov“Time to face the executioner,” I muttered under my breath as I opened the door and headed downstairs to confront my mother. My purse was slung over one shoulder, and I could hear the keys to my new car jingling inside, almost as if they were taunting me. I kept my face calm and composed, but inside, my stomach was churning with nerves. I had no idea how my mother was going to react, and I really didn’t want Henry to witness it if she completely lost it.I found her pacing back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. She had kicked off her heels by the back door and I mean kicked. One of them had flown halfway across the room. Her hair, which had been neatly tied up, was now loose and floating around her flushed face. Her pupils were tiny pinpoints, and she was shaking with anger. She was furious, and it showed in every movement.I took a deep breath, trying to detach myself from her emotional state. It wasn’t easy. Her stress and anxiety felt like invisible
Kathrine's povBuying my own car might have been a little impulsive, but I didn’t regret it. Well, not entirely. The process wasn’t exactly smooth, though. I had to visit three different dealerships before I found a salesman who actually took me seriously. The first one looked me straight in the eye and told me to come back with my parents. Can you believe that? The second one laughed in my face when I said I wasn’t interested in financing and planned to pay in cash. It was frustrating, to say the least. But at the third dealership, I finally found a guy who treated me like an adult. We talked about the pros and cons of different cars within my budget, and after some back-and-forth, I settled on a modest, older Toyota with low mileage. It wasn’t flashy, but it was reliable and affordable.I paid for the car in full and drove it off the lot, feeling a mix of pride and guilt. This was my first car, and it should’ve been a happy moment, but instead, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in
Henry’s POV“How much longer?” I barked into the phone, my patience hanging by a thread.“We’ll wrap up by Tuesday,” said Guy Wilson, the contractor I hired to handle the asbestos cleanup at the old factory. “After that, you’ve got to wait at least 48 hours for the air to clear. Honestly, with a job this big, I’d give it a full week before we run the final tests to make sure it’s safe.”I rubbed my eyes, frustration gnawing at me. A week shouldn’t feel like a lifetime, but with the chaos at home, it felt like an eternity.I always knew Kathrine’s mom wouldn’t be on board with us, but I didn’t expect her to go full attack mode. The way she tore into Kathrine was disgusting, shaming her, calling her awful names. It made me sick.That morning at breakfast, Clara dropped the bomb. “You’re grounded,” she announced, her tone dripping with superiority. “And you’re not touching your car. Got it?”Kathrine didn’t even blink. She just raised an eyebrow, squeezed a lemon into her water bottle li
Kathrine's POVThis wasn’t going to blow over. I could feel it in my bones, like the ache of a storm before it hits. The tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I knew it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down. Unless I walked away from whatever this thing was between the Robert brothers and me, my mom and Weah would keep pushing. And I’d be the one caught in the crossfire.I was the odd one out here. The outsider. The girl who didn’t belong in the Robert’ world. And honestly, I could see why my mom was so uncomfortable. Weah, her professor boyfriend, was all about appearances. He was the kind of guy who ironed his socks and probably had a spreadsheet for his grocery list. I could practically see him breaking things off with her if I caused too much of a scene. The thought made my stomach twist.Even if I ignored my mom and Weah, this thing with the twins was a risk. A huge one. Relationships were messy enough, but with two brothers? It w