VINCENT"We actually got an invitation for this one. Her white wine tasting. She is really, really keen on being your ultimate rival. Doing everything to copy, and then eventually outdo you." James noted, sliding the invitation to me across the table.I just sat back against my chair, not bothering to check the letter. "The Maggie girl was not able to get the recipe yet?" I asked.He sighed, "It's hard. According to her, not everyone is allowed into the wine farm just like that. Of course, that Katerina girl would have tough safety measures put in place to protect any recipe from going out to just anyone.""Saw a couple of pictures from the conference which was held some days ago. Of Simon and Katerina. They looked like they were attached by the hip throughout the conference. I think I could put Simon to good use there. What do you think?" I asked, deciding to come up with another plan.James sighed, "Yeah, they looked pretty close. But no matter how close they are, that woman is sma
KATERINAThe more people filed out of the hall, the more my chest squeezed in pain.What went wrong?"I had tasted it. I tasted the damn samples before they were brought out. They tasted fine. Now they have a whole different taste. This was not what I approved to be brought out here." Kelvin ranted, practically barking orders at every employee he saw hanging around.He kept talking about firing every single person in the room, while I just stood there, trying to call back a few people before they walked out of the door, and watching others leave because they looked like they could snap my neck if I so much as said a word to them.In all these, I stood with my head still raised high, as pictures and videos were being taken from every angle. A few reporters even walked up to me and shoved their microphones against my lips, "Would you like to talk about what is happening here, ma'am? Some people have concluded that you tried to poison everyone who came here tonight. What do you have to
KATERINAWe got to the park by 5pm and I already had a smile on my face as soon as I alighted the car we had come with. I had changed into something more casual. A simple sundress and a pair of sunglasses with a pair of cute, pink sandals.I was makeup free now, seeing as we would just simply go home from here and I was putting on sunglasses too.I stood on the grass, wrapping my arms around my chest as I looked around. The park was not as noisy as it would have truly been if there were more children.Understandably, it was already late and they had school tomorrow.. most of them, at least. A boy and girl exchanging flowers a few inches from me caught my attention. They both looked like they could be three or four at most.The thoughts of the child I had lost flooded my mind again. I bit down on my bottom lip, watching them longingly. I had wanted that child so bad; he or she would have been the only blood-related family I would have left. But Vincent had his mistress take away the dr
VINCENTI had seen her exit the park after yelling at her lapdog, Sawyer, dressed in a short sundress and sandals with some sunglasses to complete the look. Simple, yet managing to catch my full attention. I went to the park occasionally for some charity business. It was why I had been there this evening. Imagine my surprise when I saw her there, having a good time with Sawyer, almost like she had gotten over her loss so quickly. I did not know what I was expecting when I saw her again, but it was definitely not a woman who laughed and played like there was only today left to live.I found myself staying there for longer than I had intended because of her. James , who had come with me was just glad that we got to stay a while longer, going off to find innocent women to chat with.I had just sent James a text that I was done here when I saw them in another corner, with some other people. James eventually came to me and with a huge on my face, I turned around and started to make my way
KATERINAIt was a miracle that I had not died of cold by the time we got to his house. My sundress clung to my body like second skin at this point.. not that I cared about that too much. The main thing on my mind was how to freshen up and change into a new set of clothes.I had rejected Vincent's clothes back then, yes, but it was mostly because I loathed the man. Accepting a ride from him was already a step too far, and I would not have done it if I was not convinced that I would actually die if they left me alone there.Some boys had come up to me right after Vincent and his assistant left, and they dragged my purse off my hands before I could even fully grasp what was happening. It took a while before I could get over my shock and run to Vincent's car before they came back for me when they realized they had stolen an empty purse, and to top it all off—an inexpensive one.I was simply thankful the attack had not gone beyond that and I was at a shelter for the night, even if it was a
KATERINAI woke up as early as I had wanted, and I slipped the contacts back on, ready to leave his house already. I slipped my semi-wet sundress into a small bag, folding it properly. Then, I pulled the curtain open a little to see that the storm had stopped and I started to walk briskly to the door.I planned to leave a message with his butler, so I closed the door to the room I had come out of as gently as I could, not wanting to alert anyone."You would have to be more discreet than that." Vincent's house almost had me jumping out of my skin at the sound of it. I spun around to face him, a frown marring my facial features.He looked slightly refreshed, like he had a bit of sleep but not too much to say it was a good night's rest. Typical Vincent; the most workaholic man I had ever come across, if I was being honest. In a white singlet and multicolored pyjama pants, he looked like he had just escaped being trapped in some magazine. The man's body was ripped to perfection, coupled
VINCENTSo fucking sensitive and goddamn pliant when touched…Who would have thought?I could not stop thinking of the taste of her lips and the sound of her moans as we ground against each other. She was perfect and yet so fucking wrong. We were both wrong, and what had happened was a mistake like she had noted. Did not mean I would not do it again if I got another chance.I sat behind my desk, letting thoughts of a short-haired woman distract me from work, when there came the sound of knocking on the door. I sat straighter on the second knock, after which the door opened and Whitney appeared at the entrance.She had a huge smile on her face, one which I was not the least bothered to return."Hey pookie! I've missed you so much, you know… I—""Unless you want to be thrown out right now, I suggest that you keep your voice down, Whitney. This UD s work space." I warned, and her lips puckered in a pout."Oh come on, I'm not even that loud." She plopped on the seat across mine and propp
KATERINAI saw her again at a beach.After looking all over New York and beyond for Whitney, she simply appeared in front of me at a beach where I had gone to relax, offering me one of the drinks in her hand.She was still as sexy, tall and fit as ever, and above all, she looked like she had not aged a day. Her skin was a bit tanner now, and she also looked like she added a few pounds, but the weight went to all the right places in their right proportions.I dragged my eyes away from her body as it now seemed like I was gaping at her, and I looked down at the drink in her hand.It was one of those drinks that was sipped with a straw, inside a coconut pod. I accepted the drink with a half-smile and played along,"Thank you, babe. How did you know I was actually thirsty?" I asked with a small laugh. She shrugged, smiling,"Instincts, I guess. And I just needed an opportunity to talk to you, to be fully honest." She plopped beside me, on the beach chair by my side. "Oh. Hopefully there
EPILOGUE KATERINA Forever and a long ass day; that was how long I wanted to be with Vincent. It was finally happening today, our wedding, and I was the happiest bride. Ava stepped into the suite where I was getting my makeup done, all dressed and looking every bit of the princess she was, and I could not help but fight back tears. Within the past few months since she got here, she had grown so much. She was so beautiful, looked happier now and more healthy. I loved this child so much… She had a single rose and a box in hand as she walked towards me and I shook my head, my smile refusing to leave my lips, "Vincent, right?" I questioned. She nodded with a wide smile, "Daddy asked me to give this to you, mommy." Yeah, she called out me ‘mommy’ not too long ago, and has not looked back ever since. With a grin on my face, I took the gifts off her hand and then tore the box open to reveal a blank cheque which read; THANK YOU FOR MARRYING ME… AGAIN. And I would do it o
VINCENTI could not believe what I was hearing. That fucking nanny had almost killed my wife-to-be, and her death was made that easy? I could not let my driver take the wheels on this one, I took hold of the steering myself, heading straight to the hospital I had been directed to.Katerina was not picking up any of my calls and I hated it. I wanted to know how she was doing, how my daughter was doing too. I wanted to make sure they had not ingested that fucking poison in any manner. If by any chance that poison had gone down any of my girls' throat, next believe I would be killing that bloody woman all over again.The drive to the hospital was long as hell, but I finally got there and practically jumped out of the front seat, heading straight inside the building.The moment I walked into the hospital room and saw Katerina sitting there, alive and well, I felt like I could breathe again. There she was, her face pale and tired, yet still the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eye
KATERINAThe house was quieter than usual that night, and I was starting to get that uneasy feeling again.I sat in the living room, reading a book while waiting for Ava to finish kissing her nanny goodnight so we could go to bed together.Vincent was out for the night handling some business, and I was left alone with Ava and the domestic staff. That's when I heard it—hushed voices from down the hallway. I couldn't make out everything, but the tone caught my attention. It was sharp, scolding. The words became clearer as I stood and crept toward the kitchen. "How could you mess this up, Ava? I told you to make sure she ate the eggs, not the chicken!" Her nanny hissed. "I—I thought she ate everything. I saw her do. I didn't know." Ava's small voice quivered, her words barely audible through the door. I could not then laugh at her little grammatical blunder at that moment, as I froze where I stood, my stomach twisting into knots. The eggs? What was she talking about? "Your mommy
KATERINA "Can I speak to mommy on the phone?" Ava asked quietly, looking up at me with desperate eyes. This was not the first time she had asked it, and it broke my heart for her that I could not give in to her request. "Sweetheart, I told you many times… mommy is out of reach. You cannot speak to her yet, but you will, I will take you to see her one of these days. I promise." I did not care if Whitney wanted her to see her like that or not, they'd have to meet, I decided. "Alright, K. Thank you." She muttered. The nickname always filled my stomach with butterflies. Fun fact; she had come up with it herself. In fact, she had requested to call me that. Though I secretly hoped she would eventually call me mommy, I decided to make do with this. We sat there while she colored on a new drawing hook I had bought for a while, until the smell of roasted chicken wafted through the room, and I looked back, noticing the nanny walking towards us. I almost moaned in relief. Finally. "So
KATERINAWhitney refused to tell us anything more after that. We stood there, threatening her with all manner of things, but she never budged. She just sat there, smiling crookedly and laughing occasionally.I finally convinced Vincent to leave there and we both went home, hoping to figure out what exactly Whitney meant with everything she said about Ava ourselves.This morning, I woke up in his arms and peered up to see that he was awake already, focused on his phone. He had wrinkled lines in his forehead and dark circles around his eyes, and I could not help but feel a twinge of worry for him.The man had been working so hard these days and somehow, I knew that it had something to do with what Whitney had said about his child.Ava was acting… well, she was still detached from her father but she was every bit the bubbly child around me. Her nanny lived with us now, and continued to take care of her, in better living conditions… it was what she wanted, and she had been very grateful.
VINCENT I slammed my car door shut before I went over to the other side to open up for Katerina. "Thank you," she muttered, looking as eager to see Whitney as I was. She looked even more eager, but then again that was probably because the woman literally wore her emotions like a sleeve. We walked briskly inside the prison walls without really saying anything else to each other; we had talked enough on our way here. It was only when we were getting to her cell, that Katerina turned to face me, telling me, "I am going to let you talk to her. You are the one who is mostly affected by this, I would let you question her and whatnot without any interruptions but I also want to say stuff to her too, just so you know." She informed me, and I nodded, not wanting to say anything in response at first, except that nod, but after a quick glance at her face, I could see the desperation in her eyes for me to be okay and just like that, I just couldn’t keep to myself any longer. I threw m
KATERINA"Oh God, Ava!" I cried out as the little girl bolted away from the living room as we all had reacted too slowly because of course, no one had expected that from her.Vincent was the first to run after her, and also the first to recover from the shock. He was behind her in no time, and I was next, followed by the nanny.Luckily, the butler was quick enough to stop her. Ava was crying and kicking in his arms, demanding to be set free, but he was not having it."You aren't going out of here without adult supervision, woman!" He yelled, but she was not having it."Let me go! My mommy will hurt me, she says he's the bad guy, I cannot be around him, please…" She continued to cry. My heart broke in pieces for her. What kind of a mother was Whitney for crying out loud? "Your mother hurt you, and you still think your daddy is the bad man?" Vincent blurted out and I pinned him with a look, but he did not spare me a glance, his eyes were still transfixed in his daughter who refused to
VINCENT Katerina pulled the door open for me, mumbling to the butler, "Never mind. I got this." And then she smile widely at me after opening the door, wrapping her arms around my body in a tight hug. Her smile was nervous as fuck, as if she had something to tell me, and I knew that she did. A child was in here, at the living room. I had peeked through the surveillance, because my girl sounded nervous as fuck and I had to know what was making her like that. It was either that or me storming out of the meeting I was in. There was a nanny with the little girl too. She was claiming that the child was mine, and Whitney was her mother. But how the fuck did that even happen? Katerina pulled away from me, her face twisting in an offended frown, "You don't want to hug me back?" She started to step aside, but then my hand gripped her waist and I pulled her to me with force so her body collided with mine. Katerina gasped, then burst into a fit of giggles as I planted kisses al
KATERINA There was some commotion outside the front door. I had just heard it as I got out of the bathroom, trying to prepare to go shopping at the mall for a few essentials since I did not have work today. I ended up just throwing on Vincent’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading downstairs to see what the noise was about. The noises grew louder as I approached the door and I pulled it open at once on reaching it. When my eyes met with a little girl's with her dark curls falling softly around her face, clutching a worn stuffed bunny, I almost thought she’d stopped at the wrong house. But then I noticed her eyes—a striking, familiar gray. The same piercing color that belonged to Vincent, with a touch of softness that reminded me of Whitney. Next to her stood a woman, exhausted, holding the little girl’s hand firmly, as if afraid she might lose her any moment. Our butler was asking questions, his gaze shifting between the woman and the little girl with polite suspicion.