The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, illuminating the hotel room in a soft golden hue. Rachel stirred awake to the persistent buzz of her phone on the nightstand. Blinking against the light, she reached for it, groaning softly at the interruption. Mia. Her pulse quickened as she sat up, careful not to wake Ethan, who was sprawled out on the other side of the bed. The night’s festivities had clearly taken their toll. Grabbing her robe, she slipped out of bed and padded to the balcony, closing the glass door quietly behind her. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint aroma of espresso from a nearby café. Rachel answered the call, her voice still groggy. “Mia?” “Oh, Rachel, thank goodness!” Mia’s voice was sharp with worry, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I don’t know what to do. The triplet Dante, Daniella, and Damian have been inconsolable. Dante barely ate yesterday, and Daniella cried herself to sleep. I’ve tried everything, but they kee
The plane landed with a gentle jolt, the dull hum of the engine fading as they taxied to the gate. Outside the window, Rachel could see sheets of rain hammering the tarmac. It was relentless, the kind of storm that blurred the skyline and turned the streets into rivers. “Well, this is perfect,” Rachel muttered under her breath. Ethan, already pulling down their luggage from the overhead compartment, arched a brow. “What’s perfect?” She gestured toward the window. “That. The rain. It looks like it’s not letting up anytime soon.” Ethan followed her gaze, his expression unreadable. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get off this plane first.” ---The airport was chaotic. Crowds of passengers huddled around monitors displaying endless rows of canceled flights and delayed departures. Rachel clutched her bag tightly, feeling a headache brewing. “This is a nightmare,” she murmured, scanning the terminal for any sign of a solution. Ethan, his phone in hand, remained calm. “I’ll bo
The first rays of dawn crept through the heavy hotel curtains, casting faint golden lines on the plush carpet. Rachel stirred awake, her mind already buzzing with the anticipation of seeing her kids. She glanced at the other bed where Ethan lay, his face relaxed in sleep, unaware of her plans to leave without him.She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to make a sound, and began gathering her belongings. Every movement felt deliberate, a mix of guilt and determination. As much as Ethan had been supportive, this reunion with her children was something she needed to do alone.Once her bag was packed, Rachel scribbled a quick note, leaving it on the nightstand for Ethan: “Had to leave early. I’ll explain later. Thank you for everything.”With one last glance at him, she slipped out of the room, her heart pounding. The rain from the night before had eased to a soft drizzle, and the airport terminal was already bustling. It didn’t take long to catch a cab to Mia’s apartment.---Mia’s
The grocery store was busier than usual, with the hum of shopping carts and the soft chatter of customers filling the air. Rachel pushed her cart down the cereal aisle, checking her list. Dante wanted the chocolate-flavored kind, Damian insisted on the healthy oats, and Danielle couldn’t decide. Typical. As she reached for a box, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. “Rachel?” She turned to see Max standing at the end of the aisle, his dark hair slightly tousled, and a warm, slightly surprised smile on his face. Dressed casually in a leather jacket and jeans, he looked every bit as confident and charming as she remembered. “Max,” she said, her voice tinged with equal parts surprise and awkwardness. “Hi.” “Hi? That’s all I get after you ghosted me?” he teased, walking closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Rachel felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “I didn’t ghost you. Things… got busy.” Max arched a brow. “Too busy to reply to a single text?” She sighed, placing the cere
Rachel stepped off the elevator and into the buzzing hum of her office. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as employees hustled past, their arms filled with files and tablets. Her heels clicked against the polished floor with each step measured and purposeful, but the weight in her chest grew heavier as she approached Donna's desk.Donna looked up, her expression softening into a mix of relief and trepidation. "Morning, Rachel," she said, standing and smoothing her skirt nervously. "Good morning, Donna." Rachel shrugged off her coat, draping it over her arm. She tilted her head, reading the flicker of uncertainty on Donna's face. "What's going on? You look like you're about to tell me someone set the building on fire."Donna gave a nervous chuckle, her eyes darting to make sure no one was listening in. "Not exactly, but… there's something I need to tell you. Something strange." Rachel raised an eyebrow, her fingers clenching on the coat. "Go on." Donna leaned
The sound of children’s laughter filled Rachel’s home as she walked in, the familiar noise washing over her with a mix of comfort and exhaustion. Dante was sitting at the kitchen table, absorbed in a game on his tablet, while Damian and Danielle played with their toys on the living room rug. The whisper of a lullaby played through the speakers, enveloping the room in a cocoon of sound. Rachel took a deep breath and sank onto the arm of the couch, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her.“Hey, Mom! Can you help me find the dragon? Dante called, not looking up.A message from Max.“Just a reminder about dinner tonight. Hope you’re ready!”Rachel looked at the screen, the feeling of warmth in the response battling the coldness of the internal vacuum of confusion. It had been a long day filled with too many questions and not enough answers. The thought of leaving the kids at home made her hesitate. What if something happened? But she pushed the worry aside. She needed a break,
The conference room was dimly lit, the morning sun filtering through the blinds in muted stripes. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his jaw tight, eyes sharp as he looked around at the gathered team. Danny, his secretary, adjusted her blazer as she took her seat beside him, her expression unreadable but her eyes alert. Lucas and Liam stood off to the side, their postures tense. Greg, the tech manager, shifted his weight nervously, glancing at Danny, who had a no-nonsense look on her face.Ethan’s voice cut through the silence. “The leak during my trip with Rachel almost cost us a major deal, and I want answers.Greg swallowed, eyes darting to Lucas and Liam before landing back on Ethan. “We’re working on it, Ethan. I'm looking for the leak's source," says Greg“You’d better, Ethan said, his tone low, the room’s atmosphere heavy with his frustration. “We can't afford another hit like that. We need to know how our systems were breached.”Lucas, who had been silent until now, stepped f
Ethan sat at his desk, reviewing the latest reports from the design team, his sharp gaze scanning every line. His focus was interrupted when his phone buzzed beside him. He glanced at the screen: Sophia Greenwood,His Fiancée.For a moment, he considered ignoring it. He wasn’t in the mood for another one of Sophia’s dramatic conversations. But when the phone rang a second time, he sighed and picked it up. “Sophia,” he said curtly. “Ethan,” her voice was sharp, demanding. “We need to talk. Now.” “I’m in the middle of work, Sophia. Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait.” “Work?” she scoffed. “Is your work more important than planning our wedding? Or are you avoiding me again?” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not avoiding you. I’m handling critical matters for my company.” “Well, this is critical too,” Sophia snapped. “I’m coming to your office.” “No, Sophia,” Ethan said firmly. “I don’t want this conversation to turn into a scene. Let’s meet at the Azure Lounge in a
Sophia POV: I've always lived a life that others could only wish for. Born into the Greenwood clan, my father, Greenwood is the wealthiest in New York, a tycoon in real estate and luxury. From waking up, the world was at my fingertips. Private school, designer clothes, lunch dates with Paris, it all just happened effortlessly.Hard work? Struggle? Those were foreign concepts. My father always told me, "You don’t work for what you deserve; you command it.". I've lived by that motto every day of my life.It’s no surprise that Ethan fell for me. We’re both products of power and prestige, two halves of a perfect dynasty in the making. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, interrupting my thoughts. I grabbed it, smiling, when I saw a text message from Marcia, my wedding gown designer.Marcia: “The dress is ready! Can you stop by the studio today for the fitting?" and so on.I quickly replied, eager to see the gown I’d been dreaming of for months.Me: “Absolute
Sophia POV:That afternoon, I stormed into Ethan's office, my heels clicking against the marble floor, like severing calls to action. His secretary could barely even utter a hello before I pushed it open. Ethan sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his expression calm as he glanced up from the stack of papers."Sophia," he said with a faint smile as if I hadn’t spent the morning fuming over him.I crossed my arms slamming the door shut with exact force. "We need to talk."He leaned back in his chair, his brow arching. "I figured. Go ahead."I walked closer, placing both hands on his desk. "What’s going on with you and Rachel? And don't kid me now that it's nothing since the whole internet is hooked on your so-called ‘chemistry.’.Ethan sighed, getting up and walking around the desk to face me. His height and calm demeanor usually made me feel safe, but now it only fueled my frustration.Sophia," he started, touching my shoulders, "Rachel and I are just good friends. Business partners,
Sophia POV :The morning sunlight filtered through the tiny curtains of my penthouse, casting a warm glow over the pristine living room. I sat on the velvet chaise, sipping my black coffee, flipping absentmindedly through a glossy fashion magazine. The faint noise of the TV in the background created a nostalgic background hum of comfort.“…Ethan Gray and Rachel Thompson spotted together again…”The phrases cut through the air like a razor. I turned to the TV, my eyes narrowing as images of Ethan and Rachel walking out of a grand event played on the screen. Paparazzi flashes reflected in their faces as Ethan led Rachel toward a car waiting for them and his hand rested as a shield on the small of her back.Rachel smiled at something he said, her expression warm, almost glowing. Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than it should have.My grip on the coffee mug tightened.They looked snug, didn't they?, chirped, the joyful voice of the entertainment broke on the air went on.
Rachel POV:I got the text from Ethan about a dinner party, and, of course, I am a huge fan of staying out of the spotlight and events, where we (more like me) dont like to socialise with the Rich and Powerful.I quickly scanned the email he sent to him:“Hi Rachel good morning, congratulations on our collaboration and also this is a reminder that I forgot to tell you yesterday that we are having a Media gathering to spread more visibility to the designs. Having a small party at Manor Hotel. Ensure you come. Thank you” I sent him a text message with a mention of coming later after I was through…The grand ballroom was full, and the air was heavy with expectation. Crystal chandeliers dotted the high ceilings overhead, showering the masses in golden light. Businessmen, investors, and journalists filled the space, all on the edge of the news of the official launch of Mavericks & Co Couture.Ethan stood beside me at the entrance, looking every bit the charismatic CEO in his tailored bla
RachelThe sound of shuffling papers filled the conference room as Ethan slid the final draft of the contract across the table. His sleeves were rolled up, and his sharp navy suit hinted at the kind of effortless confidence he exuded.“This is it, he said, his voice steady, yet something in his tone carried weight. If we just sign here, we are finally in collaboration, ” said LHP Junior Fernandez’s, Mavericks &Co Lawyer.I nodded, gripping the pen a little too tightly. Who would've thought we'd be standing here? I'm in shock," I said, doing my best to ignore the pile of papers in front of me and not the way the guy's eyes, like blue glass that vibrated, kept wandering into my skin. “It feels surreal.”Ethan relaxed in his chair, his lips turning into a partial smile. “Surreal, maybe, but we’ve earned this. You’ve earned this.”Icing over the flutter in my chest, I looked over at the contract. “Let’s get it done, then. I scribbled my name on the dotted line, feeling a mix of triumph an
There was something about the atmosphere in Ethan's office that was peculiar as Rachel approached. His piercing blue eyes were focused on his laptop screen, but the moment she entered, his gaze softened. Rachel, in a fitted pencil skirt and an emerald-toned blouse that displayed her hazel eyes, stood nervously by the entrance.“You wanted to see me? she asked, her voice steady, masking her unease.Ethan threw back in his chair and gave her the gesture to sit down. “Yes, Rachel. We are still finalizing plans for the launch photoshoot of Mavericks & Co Couture. I’ve booked a top-tier studio for tomorrow.”A photoshoot? Rachel raised an eyebrow, her “business as usual” appearance unshakable.“Yes,” Ethan said, his tone firm but gentle. “This campaign needs us to lead by example. As co-creators of this project, we’ll be part of the shoot. Think of it as showcasing the strength of the partnership behind this brand.Rachel hesitated. The idea of being so publicly tied to Ethan unnerved her.
Rachel stood outside the elegant restaurant, her heart racing. She twirled the bag strap, toying with curiosity about why she felt so worried. It was just a business dinner. Ethan had been clear about wanting to discuss the collaboration between their brands.But the memory of his protective words at the party and the intensity in his eyes kept replaying in her mind. She brought herself back from the edge of a nervous breakdown by adjusting her blazer, going through with it too, determined to bear down the emotions billowing in her chest. This was work, nothing more.The doorman greeted her with a polite nod as she stepped inside. Ethan was already sitting at one of the small tables in the corner. He rose when he saw her, a smile spreading across his face.“Rachel,” he said warmly. “I’m glad you came.”She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”He waved her to sit down and pulled out her chair. His gentlemanly behavior was both charming and unsettling. Rache
The playground was alive with the sounds of laughter and joy. Rachel sat on a bench, her gaze never straying far from her triplets, Dante, Damian, and Daniella, who played with uncontainable energy. For once, her mind was at ease. All of it faded, from the mystery of the box, the party gossip, to her work troubles. Here, she could just be Mom.“Dante, no climbing too high! Rachel called her voice a mix of warning and affection.“Okay, Mommy! Dante called back, waving before running off to fetch the ball he had been tossing around.Rachel exhaled and leaned back, enjoying the moment. But the peace was short-lived.Dante’s ball, propelled with more force than intended, went flying across the playground and hit someone square in the chest.“Oof!” came a familiar voice. The man reached out for a moment then recovered and took the ball again.Rachel’s heart froze when she looked up. Ethan.He looked about, searching for the owner of the ball, and came to a complete stop when his eyes met R
The morning began with an unease Rachel couldn’t shake. With a crack of the door she let the fresh air into her flat and her gaze fell on a box standing by the door. It was plain, unmarked, and oddly foreboding.Her brows furrowed as she crouched to retrieve it, tiptoeing it inside. Sitting at her kitchen table, she opened it. As soon as she lifted back the lid, her stomach churned.Inside were photographs, each more unsettling than the last.A picture of her and Ethan during their trip to Italy. One of her triplets playing at the park. Wedding photo with Michael, a memory of a scene which felt now thousands of years distant. Several photographs contained candid images of her, some obviously taken without her consent.As she touched the note between the photos, the notes of her hand trembled. It read:You'll never be able to completely hide who you are," The world will always remember you.Rachel’s heart pounded in her chest. The idea of a person meticulously collecting her life's bel