As we walked into the mall, the cool air-conditioned atmosphere enveloped us, providing a welcome respite from the tension between us. Ethan's strides were long and purposeful, and I struggled to keep up, my palms still tingling from the touch of his hands. We entered a high-end shoe store, and the sales associate greeted Ethan with a warm smile. "Mr. Ethan, welcome back! What can we help you find today?" Ethan's eyes scanned the shelves, his gaze lingering on the designer labels. "Find her something suitable," he instructed, his voice firm but polite. The associate nodded, presenting me with several options. Ethan rejected each pair, his criticism biting. "Those are ugly. Show her something better." I intervened, choosing a simple yet elegant pair of black pumps. Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Those are acceptable," he said. As the associate rang up the purchase, Ethan's phone buzzed. He answered, his expression darkening. "I'll handle it," he said, his voice low and menac
I stepped into my sun-drenched design studio, surrounded by racks of exquisite fabrics, vintage patterns, and the soft hum of sewing machines. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of silk and lace. This was my sanctuary, where creativity knew no bounds.As a renowned fashion designer, my passion was crafting garments that made women feel like the best version of themselves. My eponymous label, "Elegance &Style," had gained a loyal following among style enthusiasts and fashionistas alike. My designs were a masterful blend of classic elegance and modern sophistication, with intricate details that told a story.My own story was one of perseverance and dedication. Growing up, I spent hours sketching dresses and watching my mother, a talented seamstress, bring my designs to life. After completing fashion school, I honed my skills working under top designers in New York and Paris. Five years ago, I took the leap and launched my own label,
After finishing Miss Smith's design, I took a short break before my next appointment. Donna popped her head in. "Rachel, your next client is here. Miss Rosalina Franchez."I smiled, standing up to greet my cousin. "Rosie! It's so great to see you!"Rosie rushed into the studio, enveloping me in a warm hug. "Rach, darling! I'm so excited to be here. Mama told me all about your latest collection."We sat down, chatting like old times. "So, tell me about Ana's wedding. What's the theme?"Rosie's eyes sparkled. "It's a vintage-inspired garden wedding. Ana wants something elegant and whimsical."I nodded, taking mental notes. "I have just the thing. Let's create a custom gown that reflects Ana's personality."Rosie grinned. "That sounds perfect. Ana will love it."As we discussed the design, Rosie's eyes kept darting to the fabrics. "Rach, I love that lace. Can we incorporate it into the dress?""Absolutely," I said, pulling out the lace. "This French Alençon lace will add a touch of sophi
As I stepped into my cozy apartment, the soft glow of the evening lights enveloped me, casting a warm ambiance that seemed to melt away the stresses of the day. I couldn't shake off the excitement of the evening's events, though - Ethan's proposal, the charity auction, and the potential collaboration with Emma Stone swirled in my mind like a tantalizing cocktail.I kicked off my heels, sinking into the plush couch with a contented sigh. My phone buzzed with texts from Ethan, reiterating the plan and assigning tasks. I scrolled through the messages, my mind racing with ideas and possibilities.As I drifted off to sleep, visions of red-carpet glamour and fashion icons danced in my head, the soft hum of the city outside my window a gentle lullaby.The next morning, I woke up to a sunny Saturday, the warm rays of sunlight streaming through my window. No design meetings or client appointments today - just a relaxing day with the girls.I arrived at Ana's house, greeted by the sound of laug
Sophie glided into the office, her gaze scanning the room until it landed on me.Her emerald eyes flashed with distaste, a hint of jealousy simmering beneath."Rachel,i have heard so much about you," she said, her voice laced with venom."I hope it's all good thoughts," I askedEthan's expression darkened, his jaw clenched. "Sophie, what are you doing here?"Sophie's smile was saccharine. "I hoped to surprise you, darling."Ethan's tone was icy. "You're interrupting."Sophie's gaze lingered on me before shifting back to Ethan. "Am I?"Ethan's arrogance faltered for a moment, replaced by irritation."Sophie, we discussed this. I have work to do."Sophie's smile never wavered. "I won't keep you long."The tension between them was palpable.Sophie's face fell, her eyes flashing with anger. "Fine. Keep your secrets, Ethan."Ethan's expression remained unyielding. "This is business, Sophie. Not personal."Sophie's gaze shifted to me, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm sure Rachel understa
"The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. Between juggling pop-up projects, parenting, and keeping my life from imploding, I'm exhausted. And let's not forget the drama-filled cherry on top - Max's confession and Ethan and Sophia's never-ending soap opera. Honestly, I want no part in it. I've worked too hard to build my reputation and meet my deadlines to let their drama derail me. That old mantra, 'Fake it till you make it,' has been my survival motto for years. So, I put on a brave face and push through. Today was a marathon. I spent hours at the office, lost in spreadsheets and reports. Before I knew it, the day had slipped away, and it was already mid-afternoon. As I packed up to head home, Ethan appeared, requesting my presence at a quaint cafe near his shop. 'Follow me,' he said, his expression cryptic. My mind began to wander - what now? That afternoon, Ethan and I sat across from each other in a cosy café near Mavericks & Co. The tension between us crackled like electr
I thought it was about time we learnt about Ethan a little bit more? It was hard to give him more character development,when Rachel doesn't want to have anything to do with him except for their partnership. But as the book progresses you will get to understand why he is like this.********************************************************************************************************ETHAN'S POV: People think being born with a silver spoon guarantees a life of ease. But they're wrong. My life as the heir to a million-dollar corporation has been a never-ending struggle.My father, the corporation's ruthless leader of Maverick's & Co, has made my life a living hell. He's constantly reminded me that I'm not guaranteed the company, that he can give it to someone else if I don't meet his expectations.But that's not even the worst part. My father's verbal and physical abuse has scarred me. I've witnessed him beating my mom, justified by his twisted belief that "women are meant to be submi
Rachel’s Pov.I woke up this morning with the heavy weight of memory pressing down on my chest. It's been fifteen years, but every year on this day, it's like nothing has changed. I still feel them, all around me—their absence. I guess grief doesn’t ever really go away; it just gets a little quieter, a little more manageable. But today, February 18th, it feels like the world has stood still, just like that moment when the phone call came, shattering everything.I didn’t want to be anywhere but there, at their graves. So I packed up the car with the flowers—golden daisies for Mom, because they were her favorite. She loved how bright they were, how they always seemed to stand tall, even when everything around them seemed to fall apart. And purple orchids for Dad. He had a thing for orchids, a quiet admiration for their grace, their elegance. He always said they were like people—you had to nurture them, but once you did, they bloomed in ways you’d never expect. I didn’t understand that u
The dimly lit hotel back hallway stank of stale carpet and cheap cologne. Rachel stood close to the cold wall, barely breathing as she listened in on the argument happening just down the hall."…We go to the Mavericks Fashion Walk tonight," Michael's deep voice growled, filled with barely controlled anger.Rachel's heart was thudding in her ears. What?!The plan is simple," Michael continued. "We create enough havoc to kill Ethan. Full-blown scandal. Sponsors drop out, investors lose their minds—his empire crumbles in an evening."A second voice—cunning, smooth—spoke. Sophia."And what do we do with Rachel?" she asked, poison in every syllable. "Are we finally ridding ourselves of her?"Rachel's feet left the floor.Michael hesitated for a moment before he said, "If she gets caught in the crossfire, that's on her."Rachel gulped a breath of air.Sophia laughed coldly. "Well, well… finally got some spine, Michael?" She paused, and then went on, "And what about security? You know Ethan
The perfume- and smoke-scented hotel room was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere thick with tension. Sophia lay back on the velvet couch's rim, her perfectly manicured fingers trembling as she brought a minute pill to her lips. Closing her eyes, she swallowed it, following the bitter aftertaste with a swig of whiskey. Her blonde locks were disheveled, her otherwise flawless appearance marred by the dark smudges under her eyes.The knock on the door barely registered in her dazed mind, but when Michael stepped in, slamming the door behind him, she let out an irritated sigh. “You look like hell,” Michael muttered, scanning the room with distaste. “Smells like it too.” Sophia rolled her eyes and sank deeper into the couch. “You’re always such a gentleman, Michael.”Michael ignored her sarcasm, jaw clenched in frustration as he set a folder on the coffee table. "Our strategy is breaking down," he stated tightly. "Most employees in Emerald Designs want to quit. They're spooked. And the
The police station was unusually quiet for this hour of night, the fluorescent lights shining a cold glare over the tile floors. Ethan entered through the front door, his face as unyielding as stone, his presence commanding. The officers saluted him with respect and caution, knowing the weight his name carried.He hadn't wasted any time on formalities. "How's the case progressing?" His voice was low and gritted with annoyance. "And why, for goodness' sake, did the men you arrested suddenly end up dead?"One of the officers shifted uncomfortably. "We have no idea, Mr. Grayson. Nobody had seen them, and there were no signs of anything unusual."Ethan's jaw clenched. "How did they die?The officer hesitated before responding, “Their bodies have been sent for autopsy. We’ll have more details soon.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. “I want to see the security footage.”Minutes ticked by, and he stood in front of a monitor, arms crossed as he watched the grainy
A jerky movement from the hospital bed made Ethan sit up abruptly. Rachel's fingers spasmed, her eyelids fluttering. Then, suddenly, she began thrashing, gasping in short, shallow breaths."Rachel?" Ethan's chest tightened as he rushed to her side, grasping her hand tightly. "Rachel, can you hear me?"Her body stiffened, then she started struggling, her face twisted in agony. Panic gripped Ethan."Doctor!" he cried hysterically, his voice shaking in terror.The doctors and nurses rushed in, one doctor hurriedly taking Rachel's pulse and the nurses attempting to sedate her. Ethan did not budge, jaw clenched, heart racing inside his chest.Within a few tense minutes, Rachel's breathing normalized. Her body relaxed, her head falling back onto the pillows.One of the doctors glanced over at Ethan and nodded reassuringly. "She's experiencing post-traumatic stress. It occurs in situations like hers. She'll be fine, but she needs to rest. Provided everything goes well, we can release her ton
Sophia lay back on the velvet sofa, twirling a glass of wine between her fingers. The dark red liquor shone in the faint light of the chandelier, a worthy symbol of their victory. Michael paced to and fro beside the window, his features dark and ominous."They arrested our men." His voice was taut with fury, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.Sophia rolled her eyes, breathing slowly while sipping wine. "Of course they did. They were incompetent. Weak."Michael glared at her, his face scrunched in frustration. "This is your fault! You wanted to push Ethan too far, and now look! He rescued Rachel, and those idiots we hired are probably spilling everything to the cops."Sophia's jaw clenched, but she managed a smirk. "Shut up, Michael. I've got it under control.""Under control?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing a hand through his mussed hair. "You don't get it, do you? If those guys talk, it's over for us. Over. Jesus Christ, why did I sign up for this?"Sophia set the wine
The police station was a maze of bureaucracy and apathy. Greg and I had burst in, insisting on reporting Rachel's kidnapping, but the officers hardly lifted their heads from their desks. One of them, a man in his forties with a belly, lolled back in his chair, gnawing on a pen cap."You'll have to wait," he replied indolently, not even looking at us. "We have procedures—"I pounded my fists on his desk, and he sat up straight. My voice was low, threaded with suppressed rage. "Do you know who I am?"That took them by surprise. The officer gulped and glanced at his peers before coughing. "Mr. Grayson, we—uh, we didn't know""I don't have time for this," I snarled. "My fiancée's been kidnapped and you're telling me to wait? Assemble your team. Now."They jumped into action, voices calling out instructions into radios. Within minutes, a team was preparing to head out to Maverick to look into it further.Greg, who had been standing beside me with his arms folded, suddenly spun around to me
The media started to pack their equipment to call it a night while Alex, Mia, Danny, Greg, and me stayed behind to get everything over with. I wanted to talk about some design with Alex, and since Rachel isn't around, she made Mia stand in for her. The happiness about the press still lingers around the room.I smile but not showing it, the storm is not yet over.Laughter filled the space as we scrolled through some of the social media comments about the press conference. Some were hailing Rachel and me as a power couple, while others spewed their distaste, claiming she had manipulated her way through it."She's got them pressed," Danny snickered, shaking his head. "They're so mad that Rachel's winning." Alex smirked. "They'll get over it. People always do."I leaned back in my chair, my lips twitching with amusement, but deep down, something felt. off. It was a nagging sensation, an unshakable feeling that something was wrong. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the moment—until
After the press conference, my mind was reeling from Ethan's public declaration of our relationship. The weight of the media's scrutiny pressed down on me, suffocating, relentless. Every second felt like another wave of judgment crashing against my already fragile walls. I needed to get home-to my children, my safe place.I need to see the kids," I said to Mia and Alex in the hallway at Maverick Enterprises. My voice shook a little, exhaustion seeping into every syllable. "You two stay here and help me clear this up. I trust you both." Alex, always so protective, gave me a searching look. "Are you sure you're going to be alright driving home alone?I forced a small smile. "I'll be fine." Mia squeezed my hand. "Text us when you get home."I nodded and then turned to leave the building. The evening air was cool, but it did little to alleviate my growing unease. I walked quickly toward my car, my heels clicking against the pavement in hurried, nervous beats. Just as I reached for the
The rumors were going around for days that there were some confidential design files floating online, which were critical to the upcoming fashion walkway. As it turned out, Sophia hired a hacker to break into our servers to find dirt on Ethan and me. The hack was not very successful, but enough to spark this scandal.But that was not all; the designs leaked were very much a part of Rachel's reputation, projecting her as manipulative and opportunist, less worthy of this powerful world into which she had so precariously stepped.Later that morning, my phone went into overdrive with concerned colleagues' messages and media alerts. Headlines flashed: "Mavericks Designs Compromised!" and "Is Rachel Thompson Sabotaging Her Own Future?At a quiet corner café near our headquarters, I was sitting as I read the content of the headline. Alex's face was etched with concern, while Mia's eyes were wide and sympathetic. I sank into the seat opposite them, rubbing my temples as I tried to steady my n