Caroline’s Point of View
The tension in the principal’s office is suffocating. It wraps around me like an iron chain, weighing heavier with every second that ticks by. The moment Knoxx steps inside, everything changes.
Dolly’s tears dry up instantly. Evelyn, who had been sniffling dramatically in her mother’s arms, suddenly clings to Knoxx’s leg like she’s been terrified this whole time. The teacher looks relieved, as if his presence somehow solves everything.
But it’s his eyes that make my stomach churn.
Knoxx’s gaze doesn’t land on me first. No, his attention is locked on something else—Adrian’s hand, which is still wrapped firmly around my wrist.
His expression doesn’t shift immediately, but I see the flicker of something dangerous beneath the surface. His jaw tightens, his fingers twitch, and then, slowly, his gaze drags upward until he meets my eyes.
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe bell above the door chimes just as I finish helping a customer. I don’t bother looking up right away—I’ve been on my feet all morning, and I’m still tense from yesterday’s parent meeting. Liam pretended to be fine, but I could tell he was still bothered. So was I.I hand over the wrapped box to the smiling customer and murmur a polite goodbye, then finally turn around to see who’s come in.And just like that, my mood plummets.Knoxx.He steps into the store like he owns it, wearing that same smug expression that used to charm me back when I didn’t know better. Today, it just makes my skin crawl.I cross my arms. “What are you doing here?”He glances around the boutique like it’s beneath him, then turns back to me with a lazy smirk. “Is this how you greet all your customers?”“You’re not a customer,” I snap.“It’s a public business, isn’t it?” He shrugs casually, unbothered. “I came to buy something.”“Then you can talk to my staff.” I motion toward one of
Knoxx Point of ViewI wasn't even supposed to be here.But the school sent a reminder about Evelyn's event, and for some damn reason, I clicked “yes.” Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe I just wanted to see if Caroline would be there.Let’s not pretend I don’t know what this is. I’ve been trying to play it cool, pretending she doesn’t matter anymore. Pretending the distance between us doesn’t feel like a knife slowly digging deeper.But the moment I step into the school courtyard, I see her—and all that cool vanishes.She’s standing under the archway of some kindergarten art project, surrounded by paper suns and glittery stars. She's laughing. That soft, effortless laugh I haven’t heard in years. And beside her?Adrian.He’s adjusting the collar of her coat, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers graze her neck. She looks up at h
Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe bar’s almost empty by the time I order my third whiskey. The lights are dim, the air smells like old wood and regret, and the bartender is giving me that sideways glance like he wants to ask if I need a cab already. I don’t.I swirl the glass slowly, watching the ice melt, then take a sip that burns all the way down. Still doesn’t feel like enough.Why am I even here?Right. Because I saw her today.Caroline.Laughing like that. Smiling like she hasn’t had a weight on her shoulders in years. Smiling like she wasn’t mine once. Like she hadn’t cried in my arms, slept in my bed, trusted me.And the bastard beside her?Adrian Wayne. Out of all people… why it had to be my brother?Adjusting her coat collar like it was his damn right. And she didn’t even flinch. She leaned in, looked up at him with that soft little smile I didn’t even know s
Caroline’s POVIt’s almost ten at night when I finally step out of the restaurant.I’m drained. The dinner meeting with one of our more difficult suppliers dragged well past its scheduled time, and I’m running on fumes and one too many fake smiles. My heels pinch. My head is pounding. I just want to go home, wash off the day, and maybe—if I’m lucky—hear Adrian’s voice before bed.But the moment I reach the parking lot, my steps halt.He’s there.Leaning against my car like he owns the damn thing.Knoxx.Of course.My first instinct isn’t shock—it’s irritation. Because this is so like him. Invasive. Entitled. He still acts like the world hasn’t moved on from him.“Are you stalking me now?” I snap, voice sharp and tired.His head lifts at the sound of my voice, and he straightens with that insufferable smirk on his face. The one he used to wear whenever he got away with something.God, I used to fall for that? I must’ve been truly blind.“You act like I’m not allowed to be here,” he say
Caroline’s POVThe room is full of eyes.It’s supposed to be a press conference for the unveiling of Wayne Corp’s new charity initiative—a last-ditch effort to fix their public image after weeks of bad PR. A crowd of reporters, employees, and stakeholders have filled the space, some with notepads, others with phones raised, waiting for their headline.I didn’t come to be polite. I didn’t come to play fair.I came for this moment.I stand off to the side, near the back, watching the stage with my arms crossed. I wasn’t invited, obviously. But I didn’t need an invitation. I have something better. Truth.Up front, Dolly Reid takes the microphone.She looks immaculate. Curled hair, fake lashes, flawless skin. Her bump is bigger now, and she places a dramatic hand on it like she’s the Virgin Mary preparing for martyrdom.I know that look. She’s about to cry.“B
Caroline’s Point of ViewMy husband’s first love ruins our third year anniversary.I’m sitting by the window of a fancy restaurant, nervously waiting for Knoxx, my husband. I dress up in my favorite black dress. It’s been three years of marriage—three years of hoping, waiting for the man I love to finally see me, to finally understand that I’m more than just a wife of convenience. That it is not all about the arranged marriage.I fiddle with the napkin in my lap, glancing at the clock, watching as each minute crawls by. Any moment now, Knoxx will walk through the door.Tonight feels different. Tonight, I feel like something is going to change.I had seen the headlines earlier this week:[Wayne Corp Heir Spends Fortune on Rare Ruby Necklace—A Gift for Someone Special!]"Someone special." Those two words have been ringing in my head ever since I read them. Who is more important to him than me, his wife?After all the distance between us, the missed anniversaries, the cold silences… perha
Caroline’s Point of ViewI sit there, frozen, still reeling from the words that left Knoxx’s mouth just moments ago.“Didn’t you marry me for the money?”The question loops in my mind like a broken record, leaving behind a sting I can’t shake. Did Knoxx always think that? That I only wanted his wealth? That I had trapped him in this marriage? The weight of the accusation presses down on me, suffocating in its cruelty."Is that really what you believe?" I ask quietly, my voice barely audible as I look at him. "That I married you for the money? That I forced you into this?"Knoxx's expression is unreadable, the same cold mask he always wears, but there's a flicker in his eyes—something dark, something cruel. He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he picks up my half-finished glass of wine from the table and takes a slow sip. The silence stretches between us, heavy and unbearable.“You don’t love me,” he finally says, setting the empty glass down with a soft clink that echoes in the qui
Caroline’s Point of View“Girl, let me take you somewhere nice,” Penelope, my best friend, says, her voice wrapping around me like a warm hug. She’s leaning against her sleek new sports car, a knowing smile playing on her lips, as if she can see through the mask I’m trying so hard to keep up.I step out of the house, trying to leave the weight of everything behind me, but the hurt sticks. Penelope’s eyes catch on something near the front lawn, and she bends down to pick it up.“What’s this?” she asks, curiosity lacing her voice as she holds up a delicate black box, gold lettering gleaming in the fading evening light.My stomach churns. I know exactly what that box is. The jewelry box—the same kind Knoxx used when he bought Dolly that ruby necklace at the auction. I take it from Penelope, my hands shaking as I pop it open. Inside are two diamond earrings, beautiful but cold. They shine, but not for me.I snap the box shut, my chest tightening.“They were probably for Dolly,” I mutter, m
Caroline’s POVThe room is full of eyes.It’s supposed to be a press conference for the unveiling of Wayne Corp’s new charity initiative—a last-ditch effort to fix their public image after weeks of bad PR. A crowd of reporters, employees, and stakeholders have filled the space, some with notepads, others with phones raised, waiting for their headline.I didn’t come to be polite. I didn’t come to play fair.I came for this moment.I stand off to the side, near the back, watching the stage with my arms crossed. I wasn’t invited, obviously. But I didn’t need an invitation. I have something better. Truth.Up front, Dolly Reid takes the microphone.She looks immaculate. Curled hair, fake lashes, flawless skin. Her bump is bigger now, and she places a dramatic hand on it like she’s the Virgin Mary preparing for martyrdom.I know that look. She’s about to cry.“B
Caroline’s POVIt’s almost ten at night when I finally step out of the restaurant.I’m drained. The dinner meeting with one of our more difficult suppliers dragged well past its scheduled time, and I’m running on fumes and one too many fake smiles. My heels pinch. My head is pounding. I just want to go home, wash off the day, and maybe—if I’m lucky—hear Adrian’s voice before bed.But the moment I reach the parking lot, my steps halt.He’s there.Leaning against my car like he owns the damn thing.Knoxx.Of course.My first instinct isn’t shock—it’s irritation. Because this is so like him. Invasive. Entitled. He still acts like the world hasn’t moved on from him.“Are you stalking me now?” I snap, voice sharp and tired.His head lifts at the sound of my voice, and he straightens with that insufferable smirk on his face. The one he used to wear whenever he got away with something.God, I used to fall for that? I must’ve been truly blind.“You act like I’m not allowed to be here,” he say
Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe bar’s almost empty by the time I order my third whiskey. The lights are dim, the air smells like old wood and regret, and the bartender is giving me that sideways glance like he wants to ask if I need a cab already. I don’t.I swirl the glass slowly, watching the ice melt, then take a sip that burns all the way down. Still doesn’t feel like enough.Why am I even here?Right. Because I saw her today.Caroline.Laughing like that. Smiling like she hasn’t had a weight on her shoulders in years. Smiling like she wasn’t mine once. Like she hadn’t cried in my arms, slept in my bed, trusted me.And the bastard beside her?Adrian Wayne. Out of all people… why it had to be my brother?Adjusting her coat collar like it was his damn right. And she didn’t even flinch. She leaned in, looked up at him with that soft little smile I didn’t even know s
Knoxx Point of ViewI wasn't even supposed to be here.But the school sent a reminder about Evelyn's event, and for some damn reason, I clicked “yes.” Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe I just wanted to see if Caroline would be there.Let’s not pretend I don’t know what this is. I’ve been trying to play it cool, pretending she doesn’t matter anymore. Pretending the distance between us doesn’t feel like a knife slowly digging deeper.But the moment I step into the school courtyard, I see her—and all that cool vanishes.She’s standing under the archway of some kindergarten art project, surrounded by paper suns and glittery stars. She's laughing. That soft, effortless laugh I haven’t heard in years. And beside her?Adrian.He’s adjusting the collar of her coat, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers graze her neck. She looks up at h
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe bell above the door chimes just as I finish helping a customer. I don’t bother looking up right away—I’ve been on my feet all morning, and I’m still tense from yesterday’s parent meeting. Liam pretended to be fine, but I could tell he was still bothered. So was I.I hand over the wrapped box to the smiling customer and murmur a polite goodbye, then finally turn around to see who’s come in.And just like that, my mood plummets.Knoxx.He steps into the store like he owns it, wearing that same smug expression that used to charm me back when I didn’t know better. Today, it just makes my skin crawl.I cross my arms. “What are you doing here?”He glances around the boutique like it’s beneath him, then turns back to me with a lazy smirk. “Is this how you greet all your customers?”“You’re not a customer,” I snap.“It’s a public business, isn’t it?” He shrugs casually, unbothered. “I came to buy something.”“Then you can talk to my staff.” I motion toward one of
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe tension in the principal’s office is suffocating. It wraps around me like an iron chain, weighing heavier with every second that ticks by. The moment Knoxx steps inside, everything changes.Dolly’s tears dry up instantly. Evelyn, who had been sniffling dramatically in her mother’s arms, suddenly clings to Knoxx’s leg like she’s been terrified this whole time. The teacher looks relieved, as if his presence somehow solves everything.But it’s his eyes that make my stomach churn.Knoxx’s gaze doesn’t land on me first. No, his attention is locked on something else—Adrian’s hand, which is still wrapped firmly around my wrist.His expression doesn’t shift immediately, but I see the flicker of something dangerous beneath the surface. His jaw tightens, his fingers twitch, and then, slowly, his gaze drags upward until he meets my eyes.
Caroline’s Point of ViewMy phone vibrates against the desk, and the moment I see the school’s name flashing on the screen, my stomach twists.Not again.With a deep breath, I snatch up the call. “Caroline Hill speaking.”There’s a brief pause before the school secretary’s voice filters through the line. “Mrs. Hill, I’m afraid we need you to come in. There’s been… another incident.”I shut my eyes for a second. Another incident. That means Liam again. That means her again. That means this ridiculous cycle repeating itself.“Let me guess,” I say, my voice tight. “Evelyn is crying, and Liam is somehow the villain?”The secretary hesitates. “We would appreciate if you could come as soon as possible.”I hang up without another word, already grabbing my coat. My hands shake with frustration as I p
Dolly’s Point of ViewThe moment Evelyn bursts through the front door, her little face is alight with excitement. She doesn’t even bother to take off her shoes properly, just kicks them aside as she rushes toward me."Mommy! I did what you said!"I set down my cup of tea, feigning surprise, though I’ve been waiting for this moment all day. I pat the couch beside me. "Oh? Come here and tell me everything, sweetheart."Evelyn scrambles up beside me, eyes gleaming with pride. "I told the teacher that Liam was being mean to me, and when he tried to say he wasn’t, I started crying real loud! The other kids got scared, and the teacher got super mad at him!" She giggles. "And then at recess, nobody wanted to play with him!"A slow, satisfied smile spreads across my lips."Good girl," I murmur, stroking her hair. "That’s exactly how you handle situations like this."She beams up at me, waiting for more praise."Now tell me," I continue, my tone gentle but firm. "Did anyone suspect you were ly
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe moment I step into the store, I can already tell something is different. The usual calm atmosphere is replaced with an excited buzz, the kind of energy that only happens during a sale or a promotional event. Customers crowd around the display cases, their eyes wide with fascination, and laughter occasionally ripples through the room.That’s when I see him.Alessandro Luca Romano, the Italian whirlwind himself, standing at the center of it all, looking like he owns the place.He’s leaning against the counter, a charming smirk on his face as he speaks to a group of women who are completely enthralled by him. His hands move animatedly as he talks, his rich, accented voice wrapping around every word like silk."Signorina, this necklace," he says smoothly, picking up a delicate gold chain with a sapphire pendant. With practiced ease, he takes a woman’s wrist and lightly drapes the nec