Andera's pov.Thane walked into my meeting room, dressed in the same colors as Timmy this morning, navy blue suit with a black tie, his hair sleekly styled; all I could think about was the striking resemblance between him and his son. The son he is not aware of.My heart ached, not for Thane, but for my little man, Timmy. I could picture them together, Thane in the middle, in this exact outfit, Timmy by his side in his school uniform and his usual beaming smile, Tiffany at his other side in her uniform, high heels shoes, and wearing mommy's make-up. My throat bobbed. That is what my kids deserve. All the happiness in the world.During my drive here after dropping them both at school, I wrestled with the idea of revealing our children's existence to Thane. The prospect filled me with anxiety. If Thane rejects Tiffany and Timmy as his children, it would devastate me more than any other heartless thing he's ever done. On the other hand, if he accepts them, I'd be forced to spend the res
Andera's povI can still remember her long blond hair and blue eyes. I can still see her scowling at me. When Thane was still in college, he usually brought Melissa back home for the holidays. Seeing her in her elegance and grandeur served to remind me that I could never have Thane. It also didn't help that Melissa always made me feel inferior, taunting and calling me a plane Jane. When Mr Duncan - Thane's father - demanded that Thane marry me after that night we both were intimate, Melissa was enraged. She swore to make me pay. I didn't think too much about it then, but I should have; now I understand everything; Melissa did get back at me. I've just been too much of a fool to put the pieces together." You're with Melissa. " I say again and let out a croaky laugh. " No wonder you were so willing to divorce me without even an ounce of sympathy. " Thane's goes pale" Andera, I know where your mind is going, and believe me that's not it." He leans towards me, trying to reach for my
Thanes pov.I left Andrea's office with suppressed anger. How could she think I would stoop so low as to frame her for stealing? The mere suggestion of it is an insult to my person.I reached my parked car and slid into the backseat, my chauffeur waiting patiently for instructions to depart, but I didn't want to leave just yet...My body is torn between keeping my distance from her and the desire to go back into the conference room, pin her small body against the wall, and demand that she listen to me.My phone rings out, shrill in the silence of my Bugatti. It's Melissa again, and the anger I've been pressing down surfaces. My quarrel today with Andera is because of Melissa. I deactivated the AI used to read the caller's name, already regretting my haste. If I had taken my time to prepare this morning before our impromptu meeting, my dammed phone would have been on silent, and Andera wouldn't have found out about Melissa.I slammed my head against the soft headrest. I need to find a
Andera's pov.I dashed through the hospital's sliding doors, my heart pounding in my chest.The few minutes spent talking with Thane felt like an eternity, delaying me from knowing what state my daughter - our daughter - was in.Under different circumstances, I would have stood longer to demand from Thane why in God's green earth he was stalking me, but there was too much to risk. I couldn't let him get any clues about Tiffany. I will deal with Thane later. Right now all I am concerned about is seeing my girl. The elevator stops, and I follow the directions I got from the nurse, the one who was in such a hurry to end her shift; she barely finished talking to me before walking out.I get to the hospital room and close my hand around the door knob.To say I'm terrified would be an understatement. I'm scared shitless, the dread in my stomach is consuming me, eating up the tranquility in my soul. I pushed the door open. My eyes find hers first. Her hazel eyes stared brightly back at me,
Thanes pov." Mr Renihardt? Mr Renihardt? Sir? " " Yes, yes what is it? " I barked.The young lady who was trying to get my attention recoiled, looking frightened. She cleared her throat, dropping her head down to stare at the marble floor."Sir, I asked for your opinions on our team's presentation." Her voice trembled with fear. I looked at her, then to where the other interns stood wide-eyed, all young and nervous" It's good. " I said brusquely with a wave of my hand to dismiss them. " You'll receive feedback from me. You all can leave now. " The interns gathered their things and left, looking relieved. The truth is, I didn't hear anything the intern had said. I wasn't paying any attention. My mind was submerged in thoughts of a certain hazel-eyed CEO.Two nights ago, Andera had called me. I was surprised she had my number, but then I remembered I texted her with it some time ago. More surprising was my instant relief and peace when she told me that she wasn't sick, but the way s
Andera's pov. Tiffany's test results came in today. It is not an infection or an allergic reaction as Doctor Smith had thought. He advised that I bring her over to the hospital again for further tests to be taken on her.I was relieved when she woke up feeling strong and boisterous like her usual self.But despite Tiffany's energetic mood, I decided it would be best to stay away from school today, just so she could properly rest. I also took a day off from the office. Thanks to my very capable chief operating officer, Rosa, I can confidently take a break, sit back, relax, and spend some time with both my babies, knowing that my company is in safe hands.Timmy and Tiffany have been in their room since we finished having breakfast. Tiffany has been trying out all the outfits in her closet. Preparing herself to be a model. While Timmy, her only audience, fan, and biggest supporter, has been cheering her. I lingered for a while, watching my children with love and affection. After about
Thanes pov. It's today.The Scale-up soiree. The day I defy Andera's rejection and show up at her doorstep.You could say I'm losing my mind.I slip into one of my finest Ralph Lauren suits, gray colored, a lighter shade than my eyes. My hair is brushed back in a sleek way, and a confident smirk stretches on my face as I look at myself in the mirror. Tonight, I'm not just dressing to impress – I'm on a mission to capture the attention of one woman. I spray on my signature sandalwood cologne, the same scent Andera has always loved. Tonight, I was determined to make a statement, and I know whom I want to impress.Now, with my look perfected, I've got one final move. The trick up my sleeve.A luxurious limousine awaits, ready to collect the woman who has no idea she's going to be mine for the night.I know Andera said she would not be going to this business conference with me, and I'm also aware that I may be overstepping boundaries here, but yet, my stubbornness refuses. Andera is m
Andera's pov.Thane's hand rested on the back of my neck, and a jolt of electricity ran through my veins. I wondered if he felt me stiffen under his touch. I can't believe my own body is betraying me like this.I wanted to hate him, but yet I relished the feel of his fingers on my skin, yearning for his touch. Perhaps it was because Thane was the only man my boys has ever known. He was familiar with my body, knowing exactly how to weaken my knees, to make me moan with maddening ecstasy, leaving me on the brink of exhaustion with pleasure.There are things...feelings a woman cannot forget.I was ashamed to admit it to myself, but I had been having some..cravings, I wanted to be touched and by someone who knew how. Despite the pain Thane caused me five years ago, I was still a woman with needs and desires that refused to be silenced, regardless of how much I helped myself.With his thumb, Thane drew lazy circles at the back of my neck. Sending tingles down to my core, his thumb wasn't
Melissa's PovOver the past week, I hired several hackers to track my blackmailer's number but the criminal had his tracks covered. It was untraceable. I had gone through my list of suspects over and over again but it still does not add up. There were the five guys I had that orgy back in high school, but what would they benefit from me marrying Thane? And it's not like I recall their identities anyway. There's also Paul - Thane's nerdy cousin and personal assistant. He could be planning to take the company from Thane's hands, but it didn't make any sense how he'd accomplish that by my relationship with Thane. Everything was so weirdly confusing. At this point I was going crazy, throwing my frustration at everyone and everything. Sebastian has been avoiding me like a plague, using the disguise of business to stay away from home. I sighed as I took my sip of vodka. It's been eight days since that blackmail. Maybe the fucker has given up and decided to find someone else to torment,
Melissa's Pov. “Stay the fuck away from me, Melissa. I hate you! You are a leech! That's what you are!" Sebastian yelled as I walked out from his mansion and life. I kept chewing my bubble gum, blowing bubbles at intervals. My Louboutins clacking on the marble floor. “ Are you seriously leaving?" He asked incredulously, his tone layered with worry. I had to stifle a grin. I knew Sebastian was bluffing when he said I should leave his home. “Come on Melissa. One apology wouldn't kill you." He sounded frustrated and tired. I kept walking, not even turning to spare him a glance. I had reached the living room now. Men, with their incessant attitude, always grate on my nerves. Last night, Sebastian and I attended a family gala. One of the servers didn't get me the exact wine I ordered -which is a big insult to my person, and to teach the woman a lesson, I poured the drink on her. Sebastian got angry instead of defending me so I left the gala with my held up high. I came back home a
Andera's pov.“Are you jealous, girl? You're sure you don't want to reconsider your sexuality? You could be gay for me. Trust me, I'd take you places no man has taken you before - my brother included. " Rosa joked as she drove us to Hilltop Preschool. It was closing hours and we both decided to pick the kids up together. Rosa and I have been teasing each other since morning. “Jesus Rosa, I didn't sleep with Carol. I only fell asleep while we were watching a movie." I defended myself. She had walked in on us yesterday, I jerked awake when I heard her laughter. After putting the kids to bed(they waited up for me) I went over to Carol's - Rosa's home. True to what he said, he didn't touch me, we stayed side by side on the couch watching a new action movie Carol had recommended. I have never been a movie person, I tend to fall asleep thirty minutes into a show. Being with Carol was comforting, it was just like spending time with Rosa - like spending time with a good friend. I was so rel
Andera's povI wiped another tear from my face, not caring that the chaffuer could see me from the rearview mirror. I had ordered a Black car serviceto pick me up from the restaurant. Since I entered the luxury vehicle. I've been alternating between crying and laughing. When Thane called our daughter's name, a deluded part of me had hoped he'd beg me to take him back so we could live together as a family. But then he ruined it, by asking about her paternity.The first question he asked was if Tiffany was his child. Really? Is he stupid or did he say that to annoy me? I had thought. But then he kept on pressing, demanding to know if Tiffany was his daughter Thane thought low of me. Disgustingly low. I loved him, I worshipped the ground he stood on, and I made him see that no other person could measure up to him. Yet he implied that the moment we got divorced, I opened my legs to some Rando to knock me up.Thane is going to suffer for every moment he hurt me, I wished I could do more
Thane's pov“Tiffany." Her name rolled off my tongue like sweet wine. It's a beautiful name. The name that had been etched in my mind for days now, it was the only thing swirling in my head until I saw Andera wearing that necklace in the waiting room.One problem at a time, I had muttered to myself even though I was burning with rage. I'll sort out Tiffany's case first. Then I'll remind Andera that she's mine.“Surprised?" I asked, my expression poker-faced. “I know about Tiffany. Now sit down." I pulled out the chair for her, Andera numbly sat down, she couldn't deny it. The way her hands shook on the table was a testament to the truth. She looked at me with big wide eyes, the greens of her eyes outshining the brown. Andera could try to mask it, but I see right through her facade. Her mind must be running a mile a minute, wondering how I found out. I'll fill her in on everything but first..."Take that thing off your neck," I ordered. My eyes fell down to the sliver heart-shaped pend
Andera's pov. Thane led me outside, his hand resting on the small of my back, even in my heels, he was so tall, I'd have to tilt my neck if I wanted to see his face. The orange sunset set the sky in colorful hues. It was beautiful. I wanted to watch the sky with Thane's hand resting on my back, making me feel safe. He opened the door to his Bentley for me and I stepped in. His cologne wafted into my nose and I took in a breath full, of this familiar scent of sandalwood that always made me heady.Thane stepped into the driver's seat as I watched his long veiny fingers close around the driving wheel. I blinked, my mouth suddenly going dry, the sight of those fingers and Thane's veiny arms used to make my toes curl. It still does. I looked away, towards the streets of Seattle as Thane drove. He took a turn that wasn't the route to my home."Hey, my house is that way." I pointed towards the direction he missed."I know." Came his curt reply"What do you mean you know?" Thane didn't ans
Andera's pov. I glanced at the silver necklace on my bedside table, gleaming in the morning light that filtered in through my curtains. Despite having agreed to Carol's relationship proposal - or whatever that was last night, I didn't want to put it on again.But remembering my meeting with Thane today alongside my engineers, I swallowed down the uncertainty and wore it. It suited my cream bodice with the square-cut neckline. The engraving was clear and bold; whoever stood near me would see the writings and suspect that it was a gift from a lover. That's the reason I changed my mind, so Thane would assume it was given to me by someone special.Petty? Yeah, I know. Anything to stop him from thinking I'm available.I headed downstairs, ready to drop Tim and Tiffy at preschool. These days, I prefer driving myself every where I go. Reaching the school, I exchanged pleasantries with other parents who were dropping their kids off."See you later, Mommy." Tiffany waved me as I bent down to
Andera's pov.I stared down at the necklace around my neck, Carol had put it on me before dinner. While Rosa and the twins chatted, he was taking sneaky glances at me. Our eyes met a couple of times, and I instantly looked away. I had invited Carol over to tell him the truth, not to get swoon away but his gifts and thoughtfulness. When we finished our dinner and dessert- courtesy of Becky, Rosa moved the kids to the living room so they could all watch cartoons, but I knew she was giving me some privacy to sort things out with Carol. "First off, thanks for the gifts tonight. It's really appreciated." I began; Carol had a lopsided grin on his face as he leaned back into the dining chair. His tattoos peeked out from under his short-sleeved shirt, his jean trousers hugging his thighs, and gold earrings in both earlobes. Carol is a handsome man; I don't know why my body doesn't reacted to him the way I do whenever Thane is around me."Don't mention it, Andera. I am more than glad you lov
Andera's pov.Timmy had a frown on his beautiful face when I announced that Aunt Rosa and her brother - Carol, would be joining us for dinner tonight."Why can't Aunt Rosa come without her brother?" He whined, his chubby cheeks falling into a frown. I knelt down beside him in their shared bedroom, trying to reason with my stubborn boy."Because that wouldn't be nice, Timmy. Just imagine if someone invited Tiffany to a party and didn't invite you. Would you be happy?" I asked him. Tiffany, my sweet girl, giggled; she sat on her pink bed, legs dangling off the edge. "If they didn't invite Timmy over, I wouldn't go mommy." She said proudly."Fine. He can come." Timmy finally agreed. "And you promise to be nice to him?" I shot him a stern glance. A small grin played on Timmy's face. His gray eyes grew bright with mischief. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be nice to your boyfriend." He teased. My jaw dropped. "Boyfriend? No..no..." I shook my head. Timmy and Tiffany burst into a fit of giggles. Th