Luna stood up, smoothing her jacket as she extended a hand across the polished mahogany table. “Thank you, gentlemen, for placing your trust in our company. We won't disappoint you.” The clients, impressed by her confidence and presentation, shook her hand, exchanging pleasantries. As they left, Luna felt a sense of relief and satisfaction wash over her. Another successful deal closed.Sophia, who'd been quietly observing from a corner of the room, approached her. “Your skills never cease to amaze me, Luna.” Luna gave her a warm smile, tucking a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. “Thanks, Sophia.” “So, uhh…I was thinking….you know with everything we've been juggling lately, I think we deserve a quick break.” She said nervously, fidgeting with her red silk dress. Luna raised a brow, wondering what she was hinting at.“A quick break?” Sophia nodded.“Yeah, a quick break and I was thinking we should go shopping…like today…right now.” Luna scoffed, shaking her head.” You
Luna rose from her chair slowly, her eyes widening in shock. “G-George?” she whispered in disbelief, unable to believe her eyes. George stood before her, still looking dashing as ever, with his almost perfectly chiselled features. A charming smile played on his lips as his piercing grey eyes held her gaze, boring into her soul. He wore a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and his stylishly dark messy hair. His hands were in his pockets, making his stance exude sheer confidence. He took a step forward, his eyes still locked on Luna's, but stopped abruptly when she raised her hand. Her palm faced him, a clear warning to keep his distance. Luna's jaw tightened, her words forced out between clenched teeth, “What are you doing here?” she took in fierce breaths, her heart pounding heavily against her chest with each second that passed. George's gaze softened, letting out a small sigh. “Luna, I know you're furious right now but I need to talk to you.” “There's no
“Do we have any leads on the person who did this?” She turned to Sophia and Marcus, her gaze pleading for answers. “Anything. A name, a face?”Sophia hesitated, sympathy written all over her face. “We’re still investigating, Luna.” Marcus added, his voice firm. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, Luna. I promise. But we need your help. Can you think of anyone who would do such a thing?” Luna's eyes darted between Sophia and Marcus, her mind racing. How was she supposed to know? She had so many business rivals. Sure, some of them had threatened her but she never thought any of them would actually go through with it. “How did this happen in the first place? We conduct a mandatory weekly check-up on all our properties, so how could this have possibly happened?” Sophia and Marcus glanced nervously at each other, fidgeting on the spot.Luna's eyes narrowed as she studied them. They were hiding something from her. “What's going on? What aren't you guys telling me?” Sophia bit her lip, tak
“So you believe in zodiac signs too huh?” His eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked at her in astonishment.“Well, yes I do.” “And horoscopes?” His lips twitched slightly, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. “Yeah, but like….I don't let it entirely rule my life,” Luna pointed out matter-of-factly. Jayden nodded, chuckling lightly as he sipped his espresso.Luna brought her coffee cup to her lips, the hot liquid burning her tongue. Her gaze lingered on Jayden, taking in his features. His eyes fluttered closed as the rich aroma filled his senses, savouring the warmth. A stray lock of brown hair fell over his forehead, casting a small shadow as it fell over his eyes. A small sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he threw his head back slightly and his sharp jawline relaxed, softening his rugged features for a moment. “It's been nice talking to you, Jayden. It feels good to just take a break from work and just have a cup of coffee with someone.” Luna said, smiling at him. A small fr
Luna stared at the stranger in the mirror, her eyes widening in disbelief. Sophia chuckled as she tightened the braids in Luna's hair. “Soph? Who is this person?” Luna asked, her voice laced with astonishment.She laughed. “It’s you, silly! You look gorgeous.” Luna's gaze stayed fixed on her reflection, taking in the elegant dress, the subtle yet noticeable makeup, and the intricate braids that framed her face. She looked polished, refined and…utterly unrecognisable.She reached out a tentative hand to touch her reflection as if to confirm that it was her. Sophia handed her a pair of earrings, which Luna put on, still in a daze as she stared at her reflection.“Wow, Sophia, I don't can't even recognize my face,” Luna replied excitedly but a little scared.Beaming with pride, she replied elatedly. “That’s the point! I must say, I did a pretty neat job. Maybe I should become a make-up artist.” Luna’s eyes met hers in the mirror, her left brow raised. “Really?” Sophia laughed, nudging
George took a step closer, his gaze roaming over her face, drinking in the sight of her. His eyes blazed with an intensity that made her skin tingle. Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as his stare lingered on her lips. He took in every detail and his gaze felt like a caress, tracing the curve of her neck and the swell of her hips. “God, you're stunning,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Luna felt intimidated as he slowly walked closer to her, making her feel like a prey. Her heart raced as he looked at her with an unnerving focus and she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet unable to look away. She tried to step back, but her trembling feet seemed rooted to the spot. “Ah, Luna, I'm so sorry again for spilling that drink on you,” George said as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers grazed her skin, and his touch sent sparks coursing through her veins.“It's…It's okay,” she stammered.He smiled and his eyes stayed fixed on hers, drawing her in
Luna rested her hands on the large table that stretched across the conference room, leaning forward as her employees gave her their report.“Our properties at Atlanta, Macon and Augusta have been thoroughly checked. No signs of gas leaks, bad wiring, tampered cameras or a break-in,” the manager concluded wearily, stemming from the fatigue of checking buildings day after day. With her eyes closed, Luna nodded in satisfaction, “Mmm, what about those in Bronswell and Dahlonega?” The manager seemed to know that she would ask that question as his lips curled up into a small smile. “Everything’s in order ma'am.”Luna pinched her eyes–an action she did whenever she was tired or frustrated–and let out a sigh, “You all have done a great job. Considering how hard you've all been working, our check-ups will now be weekly,” the faces of her employees lit up with joy at the news.“Seeing as there aren't any issues regarding the rest of our properties, we'll go back to the normal routine check-up
George slumped into the plush couch in his sitting room, as the fading evening light cast a warm orange glow through the windows. Across from him, Alexander settled into the armchair, his eyes fixed intently on George's weary face. “Man…you look like shit,” Alex mused.George narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line as he shot him a glare. “You try apologising to your ex-wife who thinks you betrayed and cheated her all those years ago,” he remarked, his voice rising slightly.Alex's expression turned apologetic as he scratched his head nervously. George hissed, tapping his foot anxiously on the cold tile floor.“Yeah, sorry about that. Why don't you try being honest with her about your feelings and past mistakes? Try explaining to her why you did what you did,” He shrugged and reached out to grab the TV remote on the table. George clenched his eyes closed as he silently seethed, resisting the urge to punch Alex in the face. Letting out a sharp breath, he got up swiftly f
The faint light of the afternoon seeped in through the blinds, casting a mild glow over his rugged features. He lay still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he got lost in thoughts of her.The soft kisses, warm hugs, and infectious laughter still swirled in his head. Her inviting scent, a subtle blend of jasmine and olive, still lingered in his memory. For a moment, he took a deep breath in, hoping to get even a whiff of her again. But was disappointed when the smell of tequila greeted him.He recalled the way her rosy lips would curve into a beautiful smile whenever he teased her. The way her lovely voice always drew him in when she spoke and her eyes?...."Ughh," he groaned as he pressed his hands on his face.How could he have been so stupid? Time seemed to fade away as he relived every moment they'd shared—from the first night they'd met to the last time he was in her house. His chest constricted, emotions spiralling like a maelstrom. Guilt, loyalty and longing intertwined, making
George set his bourbon glass down and leaned back on the couch, his eyes turning to slits as he clenched his jaw. "What is it?" his voice remained calm, a deliberate opposition to the tension in Regina's voice."Luna confronted me tonight at a gala I attended," she said, her words dripping with contempt but George could sense the uneasiness hiding beneath them. "She accused me of lacing her drink that night."His gaze shifted to the crystal glass on his table, the dark amber liquid glowing in the soft lighting of the room. He poured himself another shot, the ice clinking against the glass. "Tell me everything," he said, his voice sounding low and measured.He listened intently as Regina recounted the confrontation, her words spilling at a normal pace. "....and then she had the audacity to walk away from me," she said, spitting out venom as she concluded.George's gaze was fixed on the glass in his hand as he swirled the bourbon in it, watching the liquid sway from side to side. Luna
Marcus raised an eyebrow, curiosity written across his face. “Regina? Why do you want to see her all of a sudden?”Luna’s gaze flicked up, and she smiled, a thin, calculated line. “I just want to talk business with her.”“Suddenly, you want to talk business with her?” he asked, eyeing her inquisitively.“It’s just business, Marcus,” she replied calmly, her tone sounding almost stoic. “Nothing more.”But her mind told a different story, memories flooding back like a dark wave. The last time she’d seen Regina, her senses were clouded because of the substance Regina used to lace her drink. It was all George’s plan though; to have her men take advantage of Luna and capture it all on camera for the whole world to see. Luna’s stomach churned, disgust and fury burning within.Yet, Luke had saved her that night. His intervention had saved her the humiliation, the shame.Luna’s eyes shifted back to the papers on the desk, her brow furrowed as a faint crease formed between her eyebrows. Her lip
Luna’s thumb hovered over the play button, hesitating for a moment before pressing down on the screen. The video sprang to life on her phone with the two brothers filling the frame. She’d watched it countless times, yet the pain still felt like a freshly opened wound.Luna’s eyes narrowed as she analysed the two of them and their every word. Luke’s smile, once warm and beautiful, now seemed manipulative. “…we’re on the same page here. I’ll take care of things here on my end and you don’t have to worry about anything.”The words were laced with such sincerity and his eyes were bright with conviction. He lied to her. He had always lied to her. But she saw the truth now.The way he acted like he didn’t know her history with George, the way he meticulously coaxed her into signing over her shares, and the way he sweetly talked her into revealing her trade secrets. Every single thing became clear to Luna now.Her gaze lingered on George’s face and the smug smile plastered on it as he pa
Luna's eyes stayed glued to the screen, the video replaying for what seemed like the hundredth time since yesterday. His words, laced with conviction, echoed in her mind as he spoke: "We're on the same page here. I'll take care of things on my end and you don't have to worry about anything."Each replay twisted the knife deeper into her heart, destroying the fragile strings of trust she had left. How could she have entrusted her heart, her secrets, and the future of her company to someone who so heartlessly plotted against her?How could she have been so stupid to trust him? Memories of their laughter, their conversations, and passion now mocked her, a bittersweet reminder of her foolishness and vulnerability. The ache within her swelled and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she remembered the kisses and intimate moments they'd shared.A knock on her house door broke through the suffocating silence and it made her skin jump. Luna's gaze shifted toward the door of her room,
Luke leaned back in his chair, fingers intertwined, as the past flooded his mind. His eyes drifted, lost in a maze of memories.That day still lingered in his mind, a festering wound that he'd tried so hard to cover up. It was Sophia's birthday and he'd planned out the perfect surprise. He had been away from Georgia for a month–buried in work–and he just couldn't wait to envelop her in his arms again after so long. The distance between them had been weighing heavily on him, but the thought of reuniting was what kept him going.As he pulled up to Sophia's house, anticipation coursed through his veins. He imagined her bright smile, the cute sparkle in her eyes. But the scene that greeted him shattered his world.The image burned itself into Luke's brain – Sophia, pinned against the wall, with another man's hand roaming her body. Luke's heart stopped beating for a moment as rage and excruciating pain wrestled for the top spot. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut and he was unable t
The scene before her was in disarray and her eyes widened in shock and horror. Papers were scattered everywhere, furniture was overturned, and Sophia stumbled around like a wild animal with a huge bottle of alcohol in her mouth. Luna's nose scrunched up as the smell of whiskey wafted her nose and she caught sight of a broken bottle lying at the corner of the room–this was clearly not her first bottle."Jesus Christ, Sophia, stop! You're going to hurt yourself, what's wrong with you?" Luna pleaded, rushing towards her but Sophia's response was a deadly glare, her eyes blazing with fury and hurt."S-Stay away from me, Luna," she spat. "You backstabbing... cheating...thief!" Her voice cracked, slurred by the inevitable effect of the alcohol. Sophia's face was reddened, and hot tears streamed down her face, mixing with the mascara and ruining her makeup.Luna raised her hands, palms up in a calming gesture. "Sophia, please - we can talk about this,” she said softly.A whimper escaped Soph
Her fingers trembled as she accepted the sealed documents from Em, her name scribbled in bold letters across the front. Em's hesitant expression sparked curiosity, but Luna's focus remained on the papers. "What's this?" she asked, eyeing the package in her hands. The secretary's eyes darted around the living room for a brief moment before settling on Luna. "I had to deliver it by Mr. George's instructions. It seemed urgent and very important," she shuddered, remembering the way he gazed at her unnervingly. Luna's brows furrowed, confusion etched on her face. What could George want with her now? Hadn't he already done enough? With hesitant fingers, she parted the sealed edges. The contents spilt out, revealing a small stack of documents. As she scanned the pages, Luna's eyes slowly widened. Her mind reeled as she struggled to understand the words dancing before her. Shares, assets, and transfer of ownership... Her name was everywhere. And George's signature was boldly inscribed at
George leaned back in the chair, his fingers instinctively tracing circles on Luna's - no - his desk. Memories flooded his mind as his distant gaze stayed fixed on the window, a mix of emotions wrapping around him as he got lost in the past. The warmth of his father's study, the nostalgic scent of old books and cigar smoke–all blended together in a haze. He'd just clocked 20 and the eagerness to prove himself had already begun to fester. "George, you're the future of this family," his father's voice echoed in his mind. "I see the potential and prowess you have. Unlike your brother, Luke," the tone of disappointment in his voice as he called his brother's name wasn't easy to miss. "I'm confident you'll carry our legacy forward, son," he continued, his eyes filled with pride. "You'll make me proud."George's chest swelled with determination as he remembered his father's firm pat on the back. "I won't let you down, Father." And he had meant it. Every word.He still recalled the countl