[Juliette’s POV]Papa looked like he had just seen a ghost. But in the blink of any eye, he was smiling again, cordially. ‘Have we met?’ he asked, his eyes straightforward. There was a commanding tone in his voice that would usually intimidate me—and many of the staff. But Ben remained unfazed—much like Ralph. For some reason, I felt as though Ralph was standing before me, not Ben. ‘You might have missed me, Sir.’ Chuckled Ben and took a sip from his wine glass. ‘So you’re the CEO of Smith Corp?’ Papa was scrutinising Ben for a clue to make sense of Ben’s presence. And Ben gave a toast to the air between them and replied, ‘Indeed I am. And you look like you’re about to call the cops on me.’ The men fell into a polite chuckle, seemingly to diffuse the tension, but their wary gazes made the air colder. Jewel and I couldn’t stop staring at each other. I was trying to find a way to get a word of Ralph, wanting to find out how he was, while Jewel looked like she was deciding betwe
[Ben’s POV]The giant, crazy-ass, punching machine was finally himself this morning. Sitting in bed, staring out of the window, Ben couldn’t hold back a sigh and strolled into the bedroom. ‘Your plan worked,’ he said quietly. ‘How long was I out?’ ‘Not long.’ Ben moved closer and sat on the end of bed. ‘How long?’ Insisted the deep voice. ‘Two days.’ Ben observed his best friend closely as silence fell between them once more. ‘You look the pinkest of health,’ he joked. But Ralph remained non-responsive. Ben cleared his throat lightly, his brain churning furiously for the next thing to say, and then a spark connected. ‘Harold Lux believes that we’re enemies now. Our company is free from his scrutiny.’ ‘How’s the party?’ asked the beast in a quiet tone. Ralph never cared for any parties so Ben knew that he was truly asking for Juliette. But Ben wasn’t sure if Ralph was ready to hear the name once more. ‘Sickeningly posh, if you know what I mean.’ Ben chuckled, hiding his conce
[Juliette’s POV]‘What are you gonna do?’ asked Agatha, her hand rubbing the back of my head in a coaxing way. We were in my bathroom with hot water running into the bathtub. Her voice lowered with solemn concern. ‘Are you gonna keep it?’ I pulled back and wiped the back of my hand across my eyes, then took the towel from Agatha and blew into it. Then, I stared at the tiled floors as my thoughts gathered themselves. Agatha waited patiently, checking the water temperature and adjusting it with the taps. Once I was naked in the bath, everything became clear to me. ‘I’m keeping it,’ I whispered tinily, still feeling a little afraid of what might come. But the thought of having a mini-Ralph, one whose childhood would be filled with ordinary sunshine and rain, gave me a greater nudge than I expected. ‘I’ll raise it.’ I repeated more firmly, feeling so much better. I leaned against the back of the tub and sighed, closing my eyes to figure out the Math of this. ‘Papa mustn’t know.’ Ig
[Juliette’s POV]Quietly and stealthily, I got out of there before I heard the next word. I do miss Ralph. But for some reason, I couldn’t bear to hear another word about him. Like I wanted to keep him frozen in a portrait that I painted of him, out of the good times we’ve had together. He would always be the Ralph that was before my betrayal. My fiercely loving husband. But no matter how much I looked at the portrait and ignored time, the growing dust would always remind me of the passing time—and my growing belly—and how this baby would arrive in my arms without Ralph by my side. I’ve told myself many times to stay strong. For the baby. I’m a mother now. If I couldn’t be strong for it, who would? But there will always be times when the monster of my own doing would come and gnaw my insides, clawing for my heart. It would always succeed and drive me back into that hole of black emptiness. I love you, kitten…. I hugged myself and realised that I was back in the field, and the su
[Juliette’s POV]I want to slap that man. ‘Are you saying that I’ve been secretly talking to Ralph behind Papa’s back?’ ‘Have you?’ The lawyer was heaving in fury. How dare he. ‘Betray Papa?’ I asked, my own fury matching his. ‘Are you asking me that right now?’ ‘Yes.’ His eyes bored into mine, challenging me to avoid the question like a guilty rat. So I held my chin high and held his gaze. ‘I’ve not seen Ralph since that time in the ladies’ room. Ask Janet. She has all my schedule. Ask the driver. He follows me everywhere. Ask Agatha. She’s with me all the time at the mansion.’‘These are all your people,’ retorted Uncle Jerry. ‘Really?’ I chuckled bitterly. ‘Did I hire Janet? Or the driver? Or Agatha?’ ‘Agatha basically raised you. So she’s on your side, of course.’ I stepped forward, teeth gritting in anger. ‘ASK HER THEN. Why don’t you? She’s loyal to Papa. She’ll tell you everything.’ ‘Juliette knows nothing.’ Father intervened. He gave an eye to Uncle Jerry which immedia
[Juliette’s POV]It was a week after that. To find Ralph’s evidence, I’ve got to start from Ralph’s contract with Papa, and Uncle Jerry drafts all of Papa’s important contracts like the ones that concern the Lux assets. And Uncle Jerry has a habit of keeping a soft copy of every contract he’s drafted. So it must be in his laptop, which he carries around like his ID. If I’m Papa, I’d know of the contract’s existence. What do I do to evoke it? My best friend must know about it. Including those who are loyal to me and whom I can depend on for assistance. Then, my staff—and then my household. Now, how would I void the same contract without any legal consequences? How to convince everyone that what they thought existed never did?If I let only a trusted few in on the entire plan, then I only need to tell the others that they’ve been duped. People don’t like to be made a fool, but they also don’t want to appear like one. So if enough people believed what Papa said, the rest would follow.
[Ben’s POV]‘I’ll take Bora Bora,’ said the Mafia King. ‘That wasn’t the option,’ Ben swiftly retorted. ‘Besides, the place is full. Are you sure your little mafia friends would like the bustle? I thought they’d appreciate a tad more tranquillity.’ Ralph sighed. ‘I don’t have time for your jealousy.’ ‘That’s right! I’m fucking jealous! You abandoned our twenty year old friendship for a fruit basket! And then you got the nerve to call me and order me to make reservations for your little rendezvous that I wasn’t even invited to! SO I CHANGE MY MIND, YOU UNGRATEFUL HANDSOME BEAR—YOU’VE GOT ONLY FIJI! TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!’ And he tapped the red button. ‘Did you just flare up at the Don?’ Jewel’s eyes were round with aghast. ‘Are you crazy?’Ben looked equally nonplussed. ‘I believe I am.’ ‘You’ve made him angry, you idiot. He’s never going to Fiji now. And he’s not going to call anymore!’ Ben swallowed hard, already regretting his sudden outburst and pondering what to do next when
[Ralph’s POV]Very soon, my limo came to a screeching halt. The six angry white vans stopped as well—in two neat files. Then, the doors burst open and out spilled the men in black suits like water from a broken pipe. I checked the rearview mirror and saw the black van breaking out in cold sweat as my army of black suits swarmed around my limo and charged towards it like piranhas. ‘They’re trying to run,’ huffed Robert, looking displeased. ‘Have faith in our brothers, Robert,’ I replied, just as the black van stopped again. Robert’s wide grin told me that the last three vans had arrived, blocking my assassins’ only escape route. *****[Tank’s POV]‘FUCK! LOCK THE DOORS!’ cried asshole sharp shooter Pete. Tank the quick dagger had never seen so many sharks in his life. He hastily pressed the button and the doors locked itself, just before the first dude reached their van. In a blink, the entire van was covered with these sharks in black suits, banging and knocking incessantly l
[Juliette’s POV]Before the door came to a close behind me, Pauline said—-or whispered—beating me to the first word, “I think your father made it very clear over the phone yesterday, Juliette.” Here goes. I grabbed the iPad tightly and lifted my chin, not responding to a word until I sat down, and I took the seat next to Papa. The more Pauline spoke, the softer and more scratchy her voice got, which pains me to listen to it. I had to fight the urge to wince in sympathy. “So, here’s the deal, Juliette. Hand over the evidence you have, and we’ll back you up as CEO of Lux Corp.” I was stunned speechless. This was totally unexpected. Instead of giving me a laundry list of excuses, or berating me for scaring away all the investors, Papa is asking for the evidence I have at hand. He only wants the evidence? But—. “I don’t get it,” I blurted, completely taken aback. “I’ve shown it to you before. But you still chased me out.” My anger had swarmed in. “YOU THREW ME UNDER THE BUS.” Paul
[Juliette’s POV]The thought of dancing under the moonlight, amidst the warm sea breeze, has never crossed my mind until Ralph suggested it. “You’re such a bore.” He smiled with a teasing gaze as I did two twirls. He caught my waist at the perfect moment and pulled me close, snuggling my curves against his frame. That proud toothy grin of his made my heart lose its rhythm, and I lowered my chin to hide the heat in my cheeks. Hooking his elbow around my waist, he leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Why are you blushing?” “Because you’re handsome,” I whispered back and felt a shudder up my spine. Damn, that’s cringey. Thank God, he laughed at the right moment, or I’d have blushed harder. I grabbed more of his back to snuggle deeper and let my left cheek rest on his chest of muscles. Then, very naturally, a sigh of peace and relief left my lips.And very naturally too, he chuckled softly before planting a kiss on the top of my head. “Phase 1 over, kitten.” I closed my eyes to savo
[Juliette’s POV]Things turned out according to Ralph’s prediction. Papa’s gold mine got the news of my findings about Lux Corp and raced against time to meet me. Since there were over a thousand of them, from every corner of the world, Ralph suggested that I meet them all at once. With the help of an ally, we managed to rent a private island that was off the grid and had everyone gathered there for my presentation. It would be a massive one as I would be talking to thirty at a time. Am I nervous? Of course, I am. Even with Papa’s training, the nerves were still there. “You’ll be fine, kitten.” Ralph kissed my fingers, then brushed a loose strand behind my ear. “Numbers are your game.” “I know.” I checked the cue cards for the forty-first time. “But that doesn’t take the nerves away. It’s all your fault. You’ve turned it into some fucking TED talk.” Ralph chuckled. “Even if you cursed out there, it’ll be fine.” An hour later, I was done explaining to the audience of fifty ultra
[Juliette’s POV]“Those VIPs of his casino?” I asked, still in disbelief. He flashed a nodding grin, and I jolted upright, a surge of admiration and awe to my face, and I beamed, grabbing his hands in excitement. “That’s what you’ve been up to?” Then, logic jetted in. “But how? Papa and I are the only ones with that list. And those ultra rich don’t listen to anyone but Papa.” “They listen to the one who leads the people doing their dirty jobs.” I stared speechless at the man who once saved me from a drug lord, and tried to sever all ties with the mafia, get his clan members cleaned up, and reform his family business. This man had done his best to go against the impossible, push the flow and ride the currents. Never once did he bow to failure, except to learn from it. Now, he’s back in the shadows, unable to shake off the darkness and his past, yet he shines far brighter than anyone. Papa may be standing in the light, but he’s as shady as a shady businessman can get. He was study
[Juliette’s POV]I woke up to the most handsome face and the scariest pair of eyes staring at me in the fiercest silence. “Ralph?” I grabbed my throat. “Damn, what’s wrong with my voice? I sound eighty years older.” A glass of water appeared before my eyes and a low, sexy voice gruffed. “Drink.” The cool rim wedged between my lips and the sweetest water carefully slipped in. I sipped hungrily, emptying the glass with a sigh of satisfaction, and a Kleenex pressed the corners of my mouth. “Why did you put sugar in water?” He laid my head cautiously on the pillow. “I put nothing in the water.” “But it’s sweet.” My eyelids felt heavy. “Sleep.” My eyes flew open. It was my turn to stare at the beast till he asked what’s wrong, and I told him. “You’re upset.” “Because you were sick.” “Was I?” I checked myself for scars, and memories of the past forty-eight hours swiftly slotted back into my calendar. Ralph worry-stricken face calling my name repeatedly, stroking my face to get a
[Ralph’s POV]Robert’s gaze shot a warning that was the same as mine: it’s a trap. I held a finger to my lips—an instruction for him to not be heard—and he solemnly nodded. Then, I said, “Why?” “It’s Juliette.” The voice sounded secretive and rushed. “I can’t explain anything. But I’ll get her out. You have to take her away.”It was then I smelled danger and shot forward in my seat to the desk where the phone rested. Still, something feels off. “Why should I trust you?”There was a pause and then a sigh. And then the same voice lowered and exhaled. “Her child needs her, doesn’t he?” Fuck. Fuck that dumb Ben. Fuck that smartass lawyer. The fact that he knew about Milo set off all the red alarms. I sprang into action, like the pathetic Ben who had lost that darn phone and leaked all the secrets. The desperate rush to fix everything right. Oh, her crying had weakened. I rubbed her back in a comforting way, the way her housekeeper always does whenever she’s upset. She pulled back and
[Juliette’s POV]Way to go, Juliette. You fell for your father’s old tricks, and then you fell for some stranger’s weird tricks. Just because he knows your name and says it out loud, you got into his car. Great. I’m going to be trafficked as a sex slave. Milo. I’m never going to see him again. And Ralph. A clean tissue entered my view. My view was misty, so I blinked to clear it, and then realised that I was crying. Quickly, and embarrassingly, I grabbed the offer and dabbed my eyes. The man cleared his throat and repeated my name, and I gave a cold chuckle. “Yes, my father sent you, didn’t he? To get rid of me.” Both open palms waved frantically. “No, Miss! I mean, Madam. I mean, Dona.” “Who the fuck are you?” I wailed. “Just tell me. I can take it!” God, I sound pathetic. But I can’t seem to stop. “W-wait—.” His phone was out, slapped to his ear, and it rang once, then a voice came on, loud and clear. “Yes.” That deep gruff. I spun around like a deer caught in headlights.
[Juliette's POV]Paul caught a glimpse of his bleak future and plonked onto his seat in a pale face. The shareholders around Paul shared his misery while others stared puzzled at Harold Lux as he moved towards the throne at the front of the conference table. He moved past me as though I had never existed, and cold guilt stabbed my chest. “Young people.” Papa sighed. “Give them one tiny piece of candy, and they think they own the entire formula.” Everyone ignored Papa’s invitation to return to their seats. Then, Uncle Jerry stepped forward to deliver the King’s instructions. “The contract is in your email.”“What contract?” I jolted a curious look at Pauline who was reading off her mobile screen, her brows growing closer with surprise and anger. . I felt a crack in my hope and made a lunge like Paul’s.“Don’t sign it!” I yelped, desperation clawing the air. “If you invest more money, Lux Corp would pop like a bubble! The debt’s too huge—we’d be bankrupt before the casino’s ready!”W
[Jewel’s POV]This idiot. She glared down as the baby drank quietly. How dare he ignore my calls! Is he an idiot? We can’t even tell how long those two idiots are going to take, and he wants a baby now? Her finger tips caressed those tiny plump cheeks, and her mouth curled up in a loving smile. It’s not that I don’t want a baby. Heat of worry and anxiety swarmed to the back of her eyes and knocked her eardrums. The Virtus princess perked up with vigilance. Hugging Milo closer to cocoon him from danger, her gaze bounced between the main door and the bedroom door, her Virtus mind calculating and reciting the drill. Bedroom, lock door 1, bathroom, lock door 2. Two knocks. Three knocks. One knock. The Virtus code. Jewel crept closer to the tiny slit between the main door and its frame, and a familiar voice hissed through. “Peach.” Instantly, she unlocked, and the door flung back—only to shut tight. She was in the arms of the man who’d never stopped loving her since they first met. D