STACEYThe mall wasn’t exactly my sanctuary, but when stress weighed me down, retail therapy worked wonders. And today, Kyle and his evasive nonsense had pushed me to my limit. I needed to clear my head, and browsing the high-end stores seemed like the perfect distraction.I was strolling past the luxury children’s section when I spotted her. Shawna. Of all the people to run into when I was already in a bad mood. She was with her kids, the three of them giggling and holding up clothes as though they had all the time and money in the world. The sight of her gratingly smug face turned my irritation into full-blown annoyance.“Shawna,” I called out, stepping into their line of sight. My heels clicked against the polished floor with precision, each sound echoing through the luxurious mall.Her head snapped up, and the moment she saw me, her smile disappeared faster than I’d expected. “Stacey,” she replied, her voice clipped and her forced smile barely masking her irritation.“What a surpr
SHAWNACara placed the document neatly on my desk, her calm and collected energy somehow grounding me in the middle of this hectic morning. “This is everything you need to finalize the deal with Kyle,” she said smoothly, her tone steady like always.I nodded, letting out a long breath. “Thanks, Cara. Let me go through it, and I’ll let you know if I need anything.”She gave a quick nod and turned to leave, her efficiency unmatched. But before she could even reach the door, it burst open so suddenly it made both of us jump.Kyle strode in, his presence loud and overbearing as always. He flashed one of those fake, overconfident grins, aimed right at Cara like he was some kind of superstar.“Cara,” he greeted her, his voice dripping with that faux charm he thought was so irresistible.Cara, to her credit, didn’t flinch. She looked at him with her usual unreadable expression, her professional mask firmly in place. “Mr. Kyle,” she said curtly, offering a polite nod before gliding out of the
SHAWNAKyle’s words lingered like smoke in the air, curling into every corner of my thoughts. “A mole?” I repeated, disbelief clinging to my voice. “You’re serious?”Kyle nodded, his face dark and serious. “Think about it, Shawna. How else could Stacey have known? Someone’s feeding her information. Someone close to you.”I rubbed my temples, the idea sending a sharp pang of unease through me. “This is ridiculous. We’ve been careful.”“Careful?” Kyle snorted, pushing off the wall to pace the room. “Stacey didn’t just magically know about the deal. It didn’t come from thin air.”I stared at him, my mind racing. “Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. Who? Who do you think it is?”Kyle stopped pacing and faced me, his arms crossed and his gaze hard. “Let’s start with the basics. Who knew about our deal?”I frowned, counting on my fingers. “You, me, Cara, Damien, and Eugene. That’s it.”Kyle’s jaw worked as he processed the names. “Eugene’s out. She wouldn’t sell herself out. That leaves Car
SHAWNAI stood in the middle of the room, rubbing my temples as the tension built like a storm ready to burst. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said, my voice louder than I intended. “Eugene, you need to leave. Take your mother and go somewhere safe, but you can’t stay here.”Eugene’s arms were crossed, her jaw set in that stubborn way I knew all too well. Her mother stood just behind her, the same defiance etched into her face.“We’re not going anywhere,” Eugene said flatly. “Stacey’s bluffing. She won’t do anything.”I stared at Eugene, my patience fraying at the edges. “This isn’t up for debate,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You can’t just stick around and hope for the best. Stacey doesn’t make empty threats.”Eugene shrugged, her arms still crossed as if to physically block out my reasoning. “She’s all talk. I’ve dealt with her type before.”“That’s exactly the problem!” I shot back, my voice rising. “You think you’ve got her figured out, but she’s already crossed lines th
SHAWNAEugene paced the room, her steps erratic, like she was teetering on the edge of an explosion. Her movements mirrored the chaos that seemed to be brewing in her mind. Her mother, rooted by the door with her arms firmly crossed, didn’t move a muscle. She was like a mirror image of Eugene, the same fiery determination written all over her face.“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Eugene declared, her voice sharp and cutting through the room like a blade. She didn’t even flinch as she said it. “And you’re not calling the cops about it, Shawna.”I blinked, stunned by her nerve. My anger flared, bubbling up from deep inside me. I felt the heat rising in my chest, threatening to spill over. “Excuse me?” I said, my voice rising. “You don’t get to dictate what I do. Not after everything you’ve done.”Eugene stopped pacing and turned to face me, her jaw set in defiance. “I’m not sticking around for Stacey to come after me again. I’m done with this place, Shawna.”I crossed my arms, trying to ste
DAMIENI stared at the glowing screen of my phone, Stacey’s name flashing like a warning sign. It wasn’t just a call—it was a video call. My thumb hovered over the screen. Pick up, or don’t pick up? The thought of her smirking face staring at me through the camera made my stomach churn. I pressed the red button to hang up and immediately switched to an audio call, hoping to avoid whatever chaos she had in store.“Hello?” I answered, keeping my tone neutral, like I hadn’t just dodged her video call.“Damien!” Stacey’s voice came through, sugary sweet but laced with mischief. “What’s with the audio? You’re avoiding me already?”I cleared my throat. “Nah, I’m, uh… in the shower.” I lied through my teeth, hoping it would be enough to make her back off.Stacey snorted, her laughter filling my ear. “Oh, come on, Damien. Since when did modesty become your thing? We’ve seen each other naked before, haven’t we?”My jaw tightened, and I felt Shawna’s eyes on me. I glanced over, and sure enough,
STACEYThe bubbles in the tub were starting to lose their fluffiness, shrinking into patches of foamy islands scattered across the surface. The once-steamy water was beginning to cool, but I didn’t care. I sank deeper into the tub, letting the warm water embrace me like a protective cocoon. The lavender scent lingered in the air, soothing but failing to completely silence the nagging thoughts in my head.I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the rhythm of the droplets trickling from the faucet, hoping it might lull me into some semblance of calm. Just as I started to feel my shoulders relax, the sharp buzz of my phone broke through the quiet.Stretching over the edge of the tub, I grabbed the phone from the sink. Water dripped from my fingers onto the screen, but I wiped it hastily and glanced at the caller ID. Cara’s name flashed brightly, the screen glowing like it was demanding my attention.“What now?” I muttered, answering the call as I leaned back in the tub, the warmth of the
SHAWNAI folded another sweater and placed it into the travel bag with deliberate care, trying to keep my hands steady. My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding in my chest like a drum. This couldn’t look like what it was—running. The kids couldn’t know the truth. I had to keep it together, for them and me.Phoebe’s voice broke through my whirlwind of thoughts. “Mom, where are we going?”I glanced up to see her standing at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, her piercing gaze fixed on me. Her sharp little mind was always three steps ahead, and I could tell she wasn’t buying the silence I’d offered earlier. Meanwhile, the boys were a whirlwind of excitement, bouncing from one corner of the room to the other, chattering like they were getting ready for a grand adventure.“It’s a surprise,” I said, forcing a cheerful tone and a smile I didn’t feel. “We’re going on a vacation.”“A vacation?” one of my boy’s faces lit up, his hands shooting into the air as he’d just scored the winning
RAMONI was dead tired by the time we finished the meeting at the company. My shirt clung to my back, and my head was pounding from all the numbers and back-to-back discussions. All I wanted was to check my phone and unwind, maybe see if Phoebe had texted.I reached into my pocket. Empty.My heart skipped.I checked the table, the chair, and even under the folder I’d used. Nothing.“Where the hell is my phone?” I muttered.My uncle, sitting across from me, raised an eyebrow. “Lose something?”“My phone. I had it before we came here.”He shrugged. “Maybe you dropped it at the house.”I didn’t like how quick he was to answer.Still, I forced a calm nod and stood up. “I’ll go check.”The ride back to his place felt like it took forever. My mind was racing. Phoebe. Had she called? Texted? What if something was wrong? My gut wouldn’t calm down.When I got to the house, I tore through every room I had been in earlier. The living room. The guest room. Even the damn kitchen. Nothing.My uncle
PHOEBEThe hotel was breathtaking, with marble floors, chandeliers sparkling like stars, a scent of roses, and money hanging in the air. My heels clicked softly as I followed the receptionist, who wore a perfectly polite smile. My coat was still wrapped tightly around me, hiding the dress Winnie helped me pick out. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves.“He’ll be with you shortly,” the receptionist said sweetly, opening a suite door for me. “Please, get comfortable. There are refreshments inside. Make yourself at home.”I gave a shy nod. “Thank you.”The door shut behind me.The suite was luxurious, with soft couches, a large table with drinks and fruit, and dim romantic lighting. I let out a small breath. “Wow…”I walked slowly to the table, brushing my fingers along the glass rim of a wine glass. Red wine. A chill ran up my spine, and I shook it off. Maybe he asked them to pour it before he arrived. Maybe this was his way of setting the mood.I pulled out my phone.
PHOEBEI slammed the front door a little harder than I meant to when I got home.Winnie looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. "Whoa. Somebody’s in a mood. What's wrong, sunshine?"I dropped my bag by the door and flopped onto the armchair with a loud sigh. "It’s Ramon," I said, pouting like a child.Winnie immediately perked up. "Ramon? Spill. What happened?!"I buried my face in my hands for a second before looking up at her. "We kissed. Like... really kissed. It was amazing. He kissed me like he needed me to breathe or something."Winnie squealed, hugging a throw pillow. "Oh my God! Finally!""Yeah, it was incredible," I mumbled, my cheeks heating up. "But right after that, he got a call. Emergency at home. He had to leave. Just like that."Winnie’s face softened. "Oh, babe...""I know he had no choice," I said quickly, fiddling with a loose thread on the armrest. "But... it sucks. I’m losing my mind over him, Winnie. I’m slowly going crazy. I want him so bad it hurts."Winn
PHOEBERamon’s eyes burned into me like I was the only thing he could see. I felt my cheeks heat up under his stare, and I shifted awkwardly on my feet.“Phoebe,” he said, his voice low and rough, “I want all of you…every part of you. I’m not afraid of being with you. I’m just... trying to restrain myself.”My heart pounded so hard it hurt. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. Then I swallowed hard and said, "I want all of you, too, Ramon. I’m not scared."Something snapped between us.Ramon closed the space in a single, hungry heartbeat, grabbing me again and crashing his mouth onto mine. This kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough, fierce, almost desperate, like he had been starving, and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.His lips crushed against mine, demanding and urgent. I could feel the heat pouring off his body as he kissed me like he needed me more than air. His hand slid up, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of my neck, then wrapping
RAMONI tossed and turned all night. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t sleep. My mind kept racing, full of everything Uncle Richard had said... and Phoebe. Always Phoebe.I was falling for her. Hard. It scared the hell out of me, but it also felt so right. I didn’t just like her, I needed her. Every smile, every look, every word she said stuck in my head like glue.When morning came, I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and dressed like a man on a mission. I didn’t even think twice. I was going to see her. I had to.No more running. No more hiding.When I got to the worksite, she was there already, sorting through some papers, looking so focused and beautiful that it made my heart twist. She looked up and blinked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing."Ramon?" she said, her voice small but full of surprise. "I thought... I thought you weren’t going to be available anymore."I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward and stupid all at once. "Yeah, about that. I’m
WINNIEWinnie stared at me like I had just grown two heads. "What do you mean you don't know if Ramon likes you enough to be intimate?" she asked, her eyes wide.I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling small and stupid. "I don’t know, Win. Maybe... maybe he’s just not that into me. Maybe he sees me like a kid or something."Winnie shook her head fast. "No way. Anyone with eyes can see Ramon is crazy about you, Phoebe. Seriously. He looks at you like you hung the moon!"I smiled a little, but it didn’t reach my heart. "Then why is he so hesitant? Why does he always back away when things get... close?"Winnie opened her mouth to say something, then paused. Her face changed slowly, like she was putting puzzle pieces together."Wait a second..." she said carefully. "Have you guys ever... you know... done it?"I looked down at my lap, my face burning. "No," I whispered.Winnie’s mouth fell open. "Wait. You mean... never?"I nodded, feeling like I was about to sink into the floor."And he kn
RAMONI stood in the garden, massaging my temples and trying to figure out what just happened. I hated seeing Phoebe hurt. I hated that I was the reason for that look in her eyes, the one that made my chest ache. I wanted to run after her, fix it, explain everything better.I had just taken a step toward the house when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Billy and Jasper coming out. Great. Just what I needed right now.They stood there awkwardly for a second before Billy cleared his throat."Hey, man," he said, not meeting my eyes. "We, uh... we just wanted to say sorry."I blinked, surprised. "Sorry?"Jasper shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yeah. For looking down on you. We didn't know... well, we didn't know you were who you are."I sighed, not really wanting to have this conversation. "It's fine," I muttered, even though it really wasn't."But," Billy added quickly, "we still think you're hiding something. And honestly... we don’t think you're worthy of our sister."Tha
PHOEBEThe second everyone was distracted inside, I grabbed Ramon’s hand and tugged him gently toward the garden. I was buzzing with excitement, my heart beating way too fast. I needed a moment alone with him, away from all the heavy stares and questions."Come on," I said, smiling at him. "Let’s get some air."He smiled back, letting me pull him along. The night air was cool and smelled faintly of roses. The garden lights made everything look soft and dreamy.Once we were far enough from the house, I stopped and turned to him, crossing my arms playfully. "So..." I began, raising an eyebrow. "You’re secretly rich, huh?"Ramon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess so.""You guess so?" I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder. "Why didn’t you tell me?"He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "I was going to tell you... eventually. I just wanted you to like me for me, you know? Not for anything else."I looked at him, my heart softening even more. His voice sounded so honest, s
PHOEBEI felt like I’d been holding my breath the whole night, but when Uncle Richard finally gave his answer, it was like the air rushed back into my lungs.“Well,” he said with a small chuckle, wiping his mouth with his napkin, “the truth is, we’re a wealthy family. Very wealthy. Ramon chose to keep that hidden because he didn’t want gold-diggers. He wanted someone who’d love him for who he is, not what he has.”There was a beat of silence.Then Billy blinked. “Wait… you’re saying Ramon’s been pretending to be broke?”“Not broke,” Uncle Richard clarified with a grin. “Just… simple. Down-to-earth.”Everyone at the table was stunned. I couldn’t help it, I let out the tiniest giggle. Then a bigger one. And before long, laughter started to ripple around the table. Even Jasper cracked a smile. It was like the whole room finally exhaled.I glanced at Mom and made a small, sneaky wink. She caught it instantly. Her lips curved just slightly, and then she gave a quick nod.“Phoebe,” she said