(Demi’s POV)
The divorce papers were glaring back at me from the mahogany table like some sort of a nasty reminder of my shortcomings as housewife. My trembling fingers brushed over the ink where my husband, Jeff Ortega’s, signature glared at me, bold and resolute.
His decision was final, and it was unyielding just as the man himself.
However, Jeff was standing in front of the window even as I turn and witnessed how the soft afternoon light shining on his erect figure. His eyes were as cold and far away as before, and his sharp facial features were etched with resolve. The distance between us was heightened by his coldness, even with his back facing my direction.
“I’ve already signed the papers. You should hurry and sign them too,” he said, his tone devoid of emotion. “I want everything finalized before Stella returns.”
Stella. The name cut through me like a blade. My throat tightened as I fought back tears.
Jeff didn’t even glance in my direction. “We’ve agreed on the partition of assets before marriage, so there shouldn’t be any disputes. But I’ll compensate you with fifty million dollars and a house near the border. My father…” He hesitated for a moment, then continued, “He would expect me to offer you something substantial.”
“Does… does your dad know you’re divorcing me?” My voice cracked as I finally forced the words out.
Jeff’s laugh was humorless. “Does it matter? Do you think if he knew it would change anything?”
The weight of his words pressed down on my chest. My grip on the table tightened as I tried to steady myself. “Jeff,” I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. “Can we not get a divorce?”
At that, he spun around, his eyes blazing with frustration. “I’ve had enough, Demi! Every second of this marriage has been torture. A loveless, miserable relationship—that’s all you’ve given me.”
His words tore through the weak hope I had held onto for so long like a mallet. Even though tears were streaming down my cheeks, I resisted showing him how helpless I was.
“It was a mistake from the start,” he continued. “You knew I loved someone else, yet you agreed to this charade. Now that the five-year agreement is over and Stella is returning, it’s time for you to step aside give her the position of being my wife where it truly belongs.”
Step aside. He was quick to address me that way as though my feelings, sacrifices, and my existence were nothing to him at all. At this point, all that I wanted was to cry out loud, to demand that he acknowledge everything I’d endured for years. But Instead, I could only afford to lower my head as my tears continued to soak the divorce papers lying beneath me.
And then, Jeff’s phone buzzed, cutting through the suffocating silence between us. His behavior quickly changed and it shifted immediately into someone completely different as he answered the call.
“Hello, Stella,” he said softly, his voice dripping with warmth that I had never heard directed at me. “What?! You’re already at the airport? I thought your flight is scheduled tomorrow evening? Alright. I’ll pick you up right now then. Wait for me.”
Without another glance in my direction, he strode out of the room, leaving me with the papers and the shards of my broken heart.
***
I watched that evening from the sideline while everyone seemed too busy especially as Jeff entered the manor cuddling Stella in his arms. The joy of the workers filled the house, and I couldn't help but feel out of place in my own house.
My heart ached at the sound of Stella's laughter that filled the corridors of the manor. "Jeff, do you think all of this seems off? I mean, Demi might hate me for this.”
With a disdainful tone, he reassured her, "Oh, no worries. She won't. This marriage was never real to begin with. She knows her place.”
The words made my chest hurt even more. Even though I had given him everything, he still only saw me as a duty he must fulfill as part of the marriage arrangement.
And for that reason, I made up my mind later that night. I packed a little suitcase and sneaked out of the house without a word. Without looking back, I quickly hopped into the black Porsche waiting outside the gates. As I got inside, I instantly felt my heart tensed.
There, I was met with a worried smile by my childhood friend, Brent, who was handling the wheels.
"Hey Demi, are you certain about this? There’s no turning back once I move the car.” He inquired quietly.
Even though my hands were shaking, I nodded and spoke firmly. “Yes. Just go. I can’t stay in this place for another moment longer.”
***
The sound of the engine had drowned out my racing thoughts especially as Brent's car sped through the streets. In spite of the excruciating pain I was feeling deep within my chest, It would seem like I felt free for the first time in so many years.
“Where to?” Brent asked gently, his eyes flicking to me in the rearview mirror.
I hesitated. “Anywhere but here.”
He understood and nodded. I had known Brent in the past, and he had always had faith in me. He hadn't thought twice about helping me when I had called him earlier, feeling hopeless and broken.
"You know that you deserve more than this." He whispered beside me.
Although I wasn't entirely sure I believed what he was meant with those words, I simply let it sink in. After everything, my heart still ached for Jeff. but despite this, I simply just couldn't get risk pushing myself to be with someone who only saw me as a hindrance to his happiness.
Brent dropped me off at the Imperial Hotel, far from the prying eyes of the Ortega family. Compared to the stuffy atmosphere of the Blue Manor, the air was clear and fresh.
"Just feel free to stay as long as you want to," Brent said, maintaining a steady gaze at my face that it makes me awkward for some reason. “Demi, you always underestimate how strong you are. Also, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”
I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. I silently promised myself something as soon as I entered the villa. Without Jeff Ortega, my life would be rebuilt piece by piece. A ray of hope appeared in my life for the first time in years.
The hotel turned into a haven for me, a healing space. Brent came back after parking his car, his presence a comforting reminder that not everyone in my life had abandoned me.
"You're doing better than I anticipated," he said in a playful tone.
With a tiny smile tugging at my lips, I answered, "I have to. For myself."
However, a part of me continued to yearn for the man who had broken my heart even as I moved on. Jeff Ortega might have discarded me, but he would never truly be gone from my thoughts.
The crisp night air brushed against my skin as Brent guided me onto the elevator. He had demanded this surprise in the hopes that it would cheer me up. The building was surrounded by glistening city lights.
I questioned in frustration, "Brent, what are you trying to show?"
He leaned against the railing and grinned. He looked at his watch and said, "My secretary planned this. Fireworks start in...three, two, one."
The night sky was painted with purple fireworks as a loud boom filled the air. Below us, couples gathered on the balcony, their faces beaming with joy. I grinned in spite of myself.
"Your secretary has terrible taste," I shook my head.
Brent chuckled. "Better than his past attempts. And there’s more. Gifts from everyone are waiting in your room. You’re loved, Demi. It’s time to focus on the people who truly deserve your love."
His words brought a lump to my throat. I turned away, blinking back tears.
Jeff’s POVThe moment I stepped out the manor and into my car, I felt overjoyed. For some reason, i couldn't control the excitement building within me as I drove to the airport. Within my head it scream so loud that at last, my first love, Stella Magno, was returning from Italy.My desire for her continued to spring even stronger over the years. I had always believe that our temporary separation was just for a while and that a time would be available for us to be together again—and that time is now. As for Demi? She was a mistake. A fleeting obligation forced upon me by my father’s incessant demands. Marrying her had been a sacrifice for me and as well as the Ortega family’s image, nothing more. I’ve endured so much as I’d given her the required five years, but now, I was free. And I would claim back the lost years I should have spend with Stella.As I pulled the car at the airport, I quickly spotted Stella waiving her hand. She was radiant, her delicate physique and warm smile was
DEMI's POVThe Hermosa Villa, a majestic estate that had always seemed more like a museum than a house, towered over me. Under me, the black Camaro's engine hummed as it moved effortlessly up the driveway. As Brent walked forward with a sneer already on his lips, I looked out the tinted window. As soon as the car halted, he swung the door open with his usual dramatic flair.“Welcome back, princess!” he said, extending a hand toward me.My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I stepped outside, a sharp contrast to the sneakers I had been wearing before. I had changed in the car, swapping comfort for elegance, stepping into the role everyone expected of me. In the warm light of the villa's entrance lights, I was certain that I looked like the queen I had taught myself to be."Brent, how have things been going while I was away?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.“Better now that you’re back,” he replied smoothly. “Did you enjoy the fireworks? My birthday gift to you attracted the whole ci
CHAPTER 4The murmurs in the hallway reached my ears before I even stepped inside the building."I heard the new chairman is a young woman.""The acting chairman is being replaced? By a woman? That’s insane!""The last four general managers failed to turn this company around. What makes her any different?""I heard she’s Mr. Perez’s daughter…""Chairman Perez has many wives. She must be an illegitimate child sent here to clean up his mess."I chuckled under my breath. People never failed to amuse me."She’s here! The new boss is here!"A sleek Porsche rolled to a stop at the entrance, followed by a procession of Ferraris. The air was thick with curiosity as all eyes turned toward the arrival. When the car door opened, a pair of black high-heeled shoes with red soles touched the ground first. Then, I stepped out.The murmurs stopped.My long, dark hair hung down over my shoulders as I stood tall. I selected a navy blue power suit because it was expertly tailored and perfectly fit my cu
They always talked behind my back."How dare they say that! You're the Perez family's only daughter, and the daughter of the first wife, the one and only legitimate heiress. Are they out of their minds?" Sabrina fumed beside me, her hands clenched into fists.I sighed, barely looking up from the glass of wine I had been swirling absentmindedly. "Come on. That mindset is old-fashioned. Who cares about whether I’m the first wife's daughter? I don’t care, so why should you bother?"Sabrina blinked at me, her cheeks puffing slightly with frustration, which only made her look cuter. Unable to resist, I reached out and pinched her face gently. Her skin was soft beneath my fingers, and immediately, her face flushed a deep red."Demi!" Brent groaned from across the room, shaking his head. "You're the future president of Hermosa Group. Can you at least act with dignity? Stop teasing Sabrina."I chuckled, releasing my secretary. "What’s the matter? Big bosses are allowed to tease their secretar
The phone continued to ring, the sound piercing through the silence in my office. My fingers twitched, but I clenched them into a fist, refusing to let old habits take over. I wouldn’t answer. Not yet.Brent arched an eyebrow. “You sure? He’s persistent.”“He can keep waiting.” I turned to Sabrina, who was shifting nervously by the door. “Tell me everything about Adam Ortega’s condition.”Sabrina cleared her throat, pulling out her tablet. “He was admitted early this morning. Another stroke, but not as severe as the last one. The doctors say he stabilized after emergency treatment, but he’s still under observation.”I drummed my fingers on my desk, thinking. Adam Ortega had been a formidable businessman in his prime, but age had worn him down. And yet, I couldn’t ignore the unease settling in my stomach. The Ortega family had been quiet for too long.“Has Jeff been seen at the hospital yet?”Sabrina nodded. “Yes. He arrived about an hour ago. He hasn’t left the VIP ward since.”I scof
Jeff Ortega had waited long enough.It had been over five years since we first met, five years since I last saved his life, and exactly five days since he first tried to call me today. few hours of my unwavering silence.And now, he had finally lost his patience.I heard him before I saw him—the hurried footsteps, the clipped conversation with Brent at the door, the tension in Sabrina’s stance as she turned to me in warning. But I didn’t need her to say anything. I already knew what was coming.“Demi,” Jeff’s voice rang out, firm but laced with something dangerously close to desperation. “We need to talk.”Slowly, I looked up from my desk. The sight of him sent a familiar pang through my chest—an echo of something I had long buried. He looked the same, yet different. The years had carved sharper lines into his face, his once-boyish charm hardened by experience. But his eyes? Those dark, piercing eyes still carried the same fire, the same intensity that once had the power to make my he
The moment Jeff left, something unexpected stirred inside me.Curiosity.I hated it. Hated that even after everything, I still cared enough to wonder. But Jeff had mentioned his father, and despite everything that had happened, Adam Ortega had never been the enemy. If anything, he had been the only light in my past with the Ortegas.I turned to Sabrina. "Find out which room Adam Ortega is in. Now."Sabrina hesitated for only a moment before nodding and stepping away. Within minutes, she returned with the information. "He's in room 312. He was rushed in earlier—almost had a mild stroke."My stomach twisted. A stroke? Adam had always been a strong, stubborn man, but he wasn’t invincible. I couldn’t ignore this. Not when he had once treated me like his own daughter.Without another word, I made my way to his room.The beeping machines and sterile hospital air greeted me as I entered. Adam looked weaker than I had ever seen him, lying against the pillows with an IV in his arm. But his eye
I knew that if I truly wanted to move forward, I had to cut all ties with the Ortegas once and for all. Adam’s words had shaken me, but Brent was right—holding onto the past, even the good parts, would only keep me stuck in a life I no longer wanted.The decision didn’t come easily. For a long time, I had convinced myself that leaving their house, their name, and their influence was enough. But staying in the same city, breathing the same air as them, still tied me to them in ways I hadn’t even realized. Everywhere I went, there was a reminder—an old restaurant Jeff and I used to dine at, a familiar road I had driven down countless times, even a passing glance at someone wearing the same cologne he used to wear. I was shackled to memories, and I was done with them controlling my life.So I made the call.“I’m leaving,” I told Brent and Sabrina later that evening, standing in the dimly lit office of my apartment. My voice was firm, even as a part of me ached at the finality of it.Bren
I should have walked away.Should have turned my back on Victor and whatever game he was playing.But I didn’t.Because his words were still echoing in my head."He wasn’t hiding it from you. He was hiding you from it."And I needed to know what the hell that meant.I forced myself to meet Victor’s gaze. “Then tell me. If Nolan and Lorenzo aren’t running this, who is?”Victor smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s the right question. But you already know the answer, don’t you?”A slow chill crept up my spine.No. No, that wasn’t possible.I shook my head. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing here asking you.”Victor’s smirk faded. He studied me for a beat, like he was weighing something in his mind. Then he took the folder, flipped it open again, and pulled out a single page.I felt my stomach drop the second I saw the name printed at the top.My father.My hands curled into fists at my sides. “What does he have to do with this?”Victor let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, a frantic rhythm of anger, fear, and something I refused to name.Lorenzo's words settled over me like a vice, tightening with every second of silence."This has always been about you."I forced my breathing to stay even, controlled.Nolan didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Just stood there, watching me with that impenetrable gaze, like he was waiting.Like he was gauging my reaction.I hated that.I hated that he still had power over me, even now.I took a slow step back, distancing myself from them both. “What the hell does that mean?”Lorenzo smiled, slow and knowing. “Exactly what it sounds like.”I turned to Nolan.He owed me this.After everything, after all the lies, I deserved the truth.But Nolan—Nolan just sighed, rubbing his temple like this conversation exhausted him.Like I exhausted him.“Demi—”“No.” I cut him off. “No more stalling. No more vague bullshit. Tell me the truth.”A flicker of something passed through his expression.Something like
I didn’t have to wait long.Jeff replied almost immediately.Jeff: That was fast. Have a change of heart, sweetheart?My fingers tightened around my phone.Demi: Where are you?Jeff: Somewhere fun. Want to join?I didn’t have time for his games.Demi: I’m serious, Jeff. Where?A pause. Then:Jeff: My place. Half an hour. Come alone.I had no intention of obeying that last part.But I was going.Because if I wanted to destroy Nolan, I needed a new ally.Even if that ally was a snake.Jeff’s apartment was exactly what I expected—expensive, sleek, and deliberately impersonal.The kind of place a man like him never really called home.He was waiting for me, sprawled lazily on his couch, a whiskey glass in one hand and a smirk already in place.“Demi,” he drawled. “That was quicker than I thought. What changed?”I didn’t sit.Instead, I pulled out my phone, opened the screenshot I’d taken of Nolan’s text conversation with Lorenzo, and tossed it onto the table in front of him.Jeff picked i
I gripped the flash drive so tightly that the edges dug into my palm. The weight of it felt heavier than it should, as if the truth it carried had already begun pressing down on me before I even plugged it in.I didn't go straight home. I couldn't.Instead, I drove around aimlessly, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel, my mind spinning with possibilities.Jeff was a liar. A manipulator. But so was Nolan.I didn't trust either of them, but I needed to know what I was up against.Eventually, I pulled into the underground parking lot of my apartment building, shutting off the engine. My stomach churned as I stared at the device in my hand.I had a choice.I could throw it away and pretend this meeting never happened. Pretend Jeff never reached out. Pretend that I was still in control.Or I could plug it in and open Pandora’s box.I inhaled sharply, grabbed my bag, and stepped out of the car.By the time I reached my apartment, my hands were trembling. I locked the door behind m
Nolan leaned back in his chair, his smirk lingering as he watched me.“Go on,” he said, steepling his fingers together. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”I ignored the endearment, keeping my expression neutral.“We need to set some boundaries,” I said. “Rules.”His brows lifted slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Rules?”“Yes.”I took a steadying breath, forcing myself to remain calm. I had spent the whole night thinking about this—about what I could control in a situation where I had already lost so much.If I had to play this game, I needed to be clear about my terms.“No unnecessary public displays of affection,” I said firmly. “Nothing more than what’s required to sell the engagement.”Nolan hummed, tapping his fingers against the desk. “You do realize we’ll need to be convincing, right?”I met his gaze without flinching. “Convincing doesn’t mean excessive.”His lips twitched like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just nodded. “Fine. What else?”“No unannounced vi
The gala was a blur of expensive suits, designer gowns, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Laughter echoed around the grand ballroom, but it was all a carefully constructed illusion—just like everything else in my life.I smiled when I was supposed to. Laughed at all the right moments. Nodded along as people talked about stocks, mergers, and the latest scandals.But inside, It felt like I was drowning.Chelsea hovered nearby, keeping an eye on me like she always did. I appreciated her concern, but there was nothing she could do to fix this.Nolan was here somewhere.I had yet to see him, but I could feel his presence.And then—A hand brushed against my lower back.I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat.“You look stunning,” a deep voice murmured.I turned my head, my heart pounding.Nolan.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his tie crisp, his posture effortless.And his eyes—they held that same dark amusement, like he knew something I didn’t.I swallowed hard
We left the warehouse in a convoy of black SUVs, Nolan’s men securing every angle as if Lorenzo might try something last-minute. My father was weak but stable, his head resting against the seat as he exhaled heavily. I held his hand, my fingers gripping his like a lifeline.The drive back was silent.I kept replaying the night in my head—Lorenzo’s threats, Nolan’s calculated control, the way the power shifted so quickly. My mind was spinning, trying to process what it all meant.But one thought stood out among the chaos.This isn’t over.Not by a long shot.We pulled up to a private estate—one of Nolan’s, no doubt. The moment we entered, medical staff was waiting for my father. They whisked him away into a large, well-equipped room that looked more like a high-end hospital suite than a bedroom.Chelsea was already there.She rushed forward the second she saw me. “Oh my god, Demi—”I barely had time to react before she pulled me into a tight hug.“You’re okay,” she whispered, her voice
I spent the entire drive to Nolan’s penthouse gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ached.I had rehearsed what I was going to say. Over and over again.But none of it would matter if Nolan was playing me.Because if he was—if he had been working with Lorenzo this whole time—then I wasn’t just walking into a confrontation.I was walking into a war.By the time I reached his building, my anger had settled into something colder. Sharper.I didn’t bother waiting for permission. I stormed through the lobby, ignoring the concierge’s startled look, and stepped into the private elevator that led to Nolan’s penthouse.He had given me access weeks ago.He probably thought it was a gesture of trust.I pressed the button and watched the numbers climb.Liar.Manipulator.Traitor.The doors slid open, revealing Nolan standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a whiskey glass in hand. He turned at the sound, his sharp gaze flicking over me.A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind racing with the weight of what I had done.I had moved in with Nolan.Not because I wanted to.But because I had no choice.His penthouse was sleek, modern, and everything I had expected—cold, controlled, and completely impersonal. It was the kind of place that didn’t feel lived in. The kind of place that had no warmth, no real comfort.I sat up, brushing my fingers through my hair, exhaling slowly.It had only been a few hours since I arrived, and already, I felt trapped.The door to my room opened without a knock.I turned, narrowing my eyes as Nolan stepped inside."Ever heard of knocking?"He ignored the jab, crossing the room like he owned it—like he owned me. "We need to go over a few things."I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Can it wait? I barely got settled.""You can settle in after we go over the rules."My lips parted, heat flashing up my spine. "Rules?"He nodded, completely unfazed. "If you’re going to live here, there need to be