Lila hurriedly got Aaron and Winnie out of the car, huddling under their umbrellas as they made their way to the front door of Dominic’s home. Rain drizzled steadily, a cold dampness creeping into the air that made her instinctively adjust Winnie higher on her hip, trying to shield the toddler as much as she could. The house loomed ahead.
When they reached the door, Lila set Winnie down for a moment to check if the door was unlocked, but to her dismay, it was firmly shut. The toddler, her eyes half-closed with sleep, leaned heavily against Lila’s leg. Shifting her weight, Lila dug into her pocket to pull out her phone, first trying Dominic’s number. As Marcus had warned, the call went straight to voicemail. From where she stood on the porch, Lila could faintly hear the muted sound of a ringtone from inside the house, but it quickly cut off.
“Looks like your dad’s a pretty heavy sleeper,” Lila muttered to Aaron, who had
His strong, broad frame rested on the desk, his shirt long discarded. The faint glow of the computer monitor in front of him cast soft light over his bare torso, revealing the lines of muscle that shifted with his steady breathing. Lila’s eyes couldn’t help but linger, taking in every inch of his tanned skin, the slight curve of his back as he slept deeply.“Dad’s really tired,” Aaron whispered innocently, standing beside her. But Lila barely registered the words. Her mind was elsewhere—caught in the realization of just how much Dominic affected her.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away. What was she doing? This wasn’t like her, not at all. Just over a month ago, she had left James, still reeling from the mess her marriage had become. How could she possibly be feeling… this? Her heart pounded in her chest as she fought the wave of emotions rushing through her.But it was undeniable. She was drawn
With a quiet resolve, Lila rolled up her sleeves and stepped into the living room.She started by gathering the scattered toys, little cars and soft stuffed animals that had been flung around in the middle of playtime. She took her time, gently placing each toy in a small woven basket near the couch. Next, she picked up the throw blankets, folding them neatly and draping them over the back of the couch. Every few moments, her eyes flicked over to the study door, the sight of Dominic asleep etched vividly in her memory.After she was finished with the living room, she moved to the kitchen. A small pike of dishes sat in the sink, and the countertops bore traces of breakfast cereal and the crumbs of hastily-made snacks. She rolled up her sleeves further, turning on the warm water and beginning to wash each dish with practiced ease. The repetitive action allowed her mind to drift back to the heat she’d felt earlier, the strange thrill that had come with the idea of b
Dominic took a step closer, and Lila’s pulse beat quicker, her heart caught in the wild thrill of anticipation. There was something intoxicating in his gaze, something that made her feel as if he were peeling away her walls, layer by layer, with each unspoken word. The air between them felt , electric, and she knew if she didn’t step back now, she’d be swept away in whatever was about to happen.His face was only inches from hers, his gaze flickering to her lips in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. Her breathing hitched. She felt herself leaning in, just a fraction, but enough to betray how much she wanted to close that small distance between them. She didn’t know what had come over her, this overwhelming desire to abandon all her worries and cautions and let herself feel something she hadn’t dared in a very long time. Dominic’s presence was waking her up, sparking something in her that she hadn’t realized she missed.
Annabelle fastened the last button on her shirt cuff, the soft fabric sliding over her wrist as she adjusted it, her fingers lingering a moment longer than usual. She stared at her reflection, but her thoughts were miles away. Her mind wasn’t on her outfit, not really; it was on Andre Winters. She was about to march into his office unannounced. No appointment. No polite prelude. Just a woman who wasn’t about to let some businessman derail everything her family had worked for without a fight, but she was certain Andre wouldn’t turn her away.And, if she was honest with herself, part of her was thrilled at the idea of seeing Andre again, to test whether him giving her a hint was strictly professional—or if there was something else simmering beneath the surface. She almost laughed at herself for the thought. He’d given her that hint about his mysterious decision to pull the plug on her family’s business, and he hadn’t offered
“You mean Rachel, the woman who lives here solely because you’re supporting her. The same Rachel who’s always ‘loved’ you—as long as there’s money involved?” She shook her head. “Let me get this straight. She’s afraid you’ll leave her… so she’s decided the best way to keep you is to scream at you?”James’s face tightened, and he visibly stiffened at her words, his face a mixture of hurt and indignation. He rubbed his eyes, sinking lower into the chair. “It’s not like that, Annabelle,” he said defensively, though he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than her. “She’s just upset.”“Oh, it’s not?” Her tone was sharp, relentless. “Rachel might seem upset now, but that’s only because she’s terrified her free ride’s about to end. It’s not you she’s afraid of losing, James. It&rsqu
Winters Corp. headquarters was a modern masterpiece of steel and glass that towered into the sky, its minimalist design made it stand out confidently among the other buildings in the business district. The sheer size of it made visitors feel small—a clear sign of the power of the man behind it, Andre Winters. The building seemed to say that only those worthy of respect could walk within its walls.Annabelle felt a thrill pulse through her as she stepped inside. The reception hall was stunning. Light poured in through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting up the polished marble floors and high-end furnishings. To her left was a waiting area furnished with comfortable seating in soft grays and blacks. The Winters logo was etched onto the wall behind the receptionist, sharp and understated—a simple W with a line through it, full of ruthless simplicity.This time, Annabelle noticed the receptionist’s demeanor had shifted. Gone was the dismissiv
Annabelle crossed the room with steady steps, keeping her face neutral as she met his gaze. But the closer she got, the more she felt that prickling awareness again, the same one she’d felt every time she was near him. She sat down, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands in her lap."Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Winters," she said, careful to keep her tone level."Of course," he replied, leaning back in his chair. "I must say, I was curious when I heard you were here. I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon after our last conversation.”The corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile, but his eyes remained unreadable. He was testing her, she realized, waiting to see what angle she would take. Annabelle met his gaze evenly.“I didn’t think so either,” she admitted, “but I couldn’t stay away—not when you gave me that hint about the contract.”He raised an eyebrow
Annabelle was momentarily at a loss, taken aback by his sincerity. But before she could respond, Andre stood and walked toward her, crossing the room with a quiet, powerful intensity. He stopped when he was just inches from her, his presence almost overwhelming as he reached down and traced a finger along her jawline. A shiver ran through her as his eyes bore into hers. His voice softened, but his words were edged with hidden anger. “But you can understand my disappointment in seeing how your family treated her. Now that she’s no longer part of the Robinson name, I have no desire to continue this arrangement. I have no reason to care about your company’s success—or failure.”Annabelle bristled at his words. His dismissal of her family was cutting, even if it was grounded in James’s reckless behavior.His fingers dropped, his eyes hardening. “I’ve heard how James treated her. And I’ve heard how she was discarded, as
Annabelle stepped out of Lila’s hotel room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. The hallway was dimly lit, the patterned carpet muffling the sound of her footsteps as she made her way toward the elevator. She let out a deep breath, pressing the button and watching the numbers descend. It was only after ten o’clock but it already felt like she had had a long morning, partially because her mind was beginning to think out all the ways Lila’s sudden reappearance could change the ways things were not. Not only with Andre, but also with the family.At least Lila seemed certain about her decision. Annabelle could respect that, even if she wasn’t entirely sure how things would play out. Just before stepping into the elevator, she heard Lila’s voice call after her. “Annabelle!”She turned back, raising an eyebrow as Lila peeked out from the door frame, looking slightly sheepish.“Can you bring me something from Quick Bites when you come back?” Lila asked, naming a fast-food chain t
Annabelle drove through the noisy streets of the city, her hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. The shock of Lila’s sudden return hadn’t left her system yet. She stole a glance at said woman, who sat in the passenger seat, gazing out of the window with an unreadable expression."You sure about this place?" Annabelle asked, slowing as they neared the discreet hotel Lila had given her directions to.Lila nodded, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. "Yeah. I don’t need anything fancy. Just a place to stay for the night."Annabelle didn’t love the idea of Lila staying in a hotel alone, but she also understood why Lila wouldn’t want to stay at her place. Annabelle herself didn’t want her anywhere near the Robinson mansion, not with James so suddenly interested in wanting to know where Lila was after all this time just because Rachel was no longer an option.Still, Annabelle wasn’t about to let her hand
"I'm in the city," Lila repeated, her voice slightly breathless. "I just got off the train. I—" She paused, then let out a small, self-conscious laugh. "I know it's sudden. But I wanted to let you know before I get to a hotel."Annabelle sat back on the closed toilet lid, pressing her free hand against her forehead. Lila had been in Sea’s Edge just last night. The last time they spoke, she said nothing of wanting to leave and now she was here?"You’re looking for a hotel?" she asked, catching on to that last part."Yeah. I… I didn’t really think this far ahead. I just knew I needed to come back," Lila said. "I’m trying to find a taxi now.""Don’t," Annabelle said immediately. "Don’t get into any taxis. I’ll come pick you up.""You don’t have to—""I will," Annabelle interrupted firmly. "Just wait for me at the station. I’ll start coming now."Lila sighed teasingly but didn&rsq
Annabelle slowly stirred, her body warm despite the cool morning air. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this deeply satisfied, with contentment wrapping around her like a second skin. As she shifted, a slow ache bloomed through her body; a delicious reminder of the night before.She was sore everywhere – her arms, her thighs, her shoulders. For Pete’s sake, she was sore in places she didn’t even know one could get sore in. And it made her want to do it all over again. Her lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she simply lay there, absorbing the quiet intimacy of the moment. The room was dimly lit with the heavy hotel curtains keeping the morning light at bay even though the sun was already risen. The sheets were tangled around her legs, cool against her skin, but it was the solid weight of the arm slung over her waist that held her still. Andre.The realization sent a ripple of surprise through her. She had expected to wake up al
Lila’s fingers trembled as she scribbled a quick note to Marcus, her vision blurred by unshed tears.“I’m sorry, but I need to step out for a break.”She hesitated for a brief second before placing the note where she knew he would see it. As she gathered her things and slipped out of the bookstore, a cool gust of wind brushed against her damp cheeks. The streets of Sea’s Edge were quiet this afternoon, with most of its population at work. She should feel relieved that today was a slow day. Marcus wouldn’t struggle to handle the few customers that trickled in. But relief never came. Only a hollow ache in her chest as her feet carried her down the familiar path back to the cottage.Every step, her mind replayed her conversation with Dominic in excruciating detail.The moment he had asked her if they weren’t enough of a reason for her to fight. The way his expression had hardened. The hurt in his eyes when he realized she was choosing to leave rather than stay and fight for them.She pus
The scent of fresh paper filled the bookstore as Lila carefully unboxed the latest shipment of books. She placed each book into its designated pile, her movements methodical.A few feet away, Marcus was busy unboxing their new supply of office essentials—staples, pins, and other mundane necessities. Unlike her, he wasn’t as precise in his sorting, carelessly tearing through the tape and letting packing peanuts scatter onto the floor.Lila barely paid him any mind as she reached for another box. It was slightly heavier than the others, and as she peeled away the layers of tape and folded back the cardboard, her eyes landed on something that made her lips curve into a smile.A Canine Musketeers book. Its cover gleamed with an emerald sheen, the illustration playful and inviting. A cartoonish German shepherd stood poised with a sword in its mouth, facing off against a husky, their blades exaggeratedly long and dramatic.Lila swallowed hard. Aaron loved this series. It was the very first
Annabelle’s brows lifted, unimpressed. She folded her arms and leaned back against her chair. “Wow,” she drawled. “That’s a very serious accusation, James. Do you have any proof, or are we just throwing wild theories around now?”His jaw twitched. “Don’t play games with me. You’re the only one who cared enough about her to help her disappear. You must know something.”Annabelle exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. “You sound paranoid.”James took a step closer. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m crazy.”“You are, though.” She tilted her head, a sharp glint in her eyes. “Because yesterday, you weren’t even asking about Lila. You didn’t care where she was. You weren’t checking in on the so-called search effort. But now, all of a sudden, you’re this devoted ex-husband who’s desperate to find her?”
After a cold shower in the gym’s locker room, Annabelle towel-dried her hair, taking her time as the icy water’s effect dulled the fire simmering in her belly. She knew it wouldn’t last. Even as she dressed in a fresh set of clothes, her mind wandered. She could have sworn her body was humming. She wasn’t naive to let herself think this was about emotions or romance. No, this was about doing something for Annabelle for once, and not for the company and certainly not for the family.With her hair satisfactorily dry, she left the building, her gym bag hung on her shoulder. Sliding into her car, she pulled out her phone and quickly booked a suite at an upscale hotel. With a few taps and a confirmation email, a suite at the prestigious Meridian was booked.She deliberately chose a neutral setting, somewhere neither nor Andre could claim dominance. If she was going to have this night with him, she wanted it to be free from the weight of their family names, their business interests, their t
Annabelle was the first to pull away, though it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to do so. Her breath came in short, uneven pants, and she could still taste Andre on her lips, still feel the firm press of his body against hers. His hands still rested on her waist, his grip firm, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Maybe that was a hint he thought that she might take back what she'd just done. But Annabelle had no intention of second-guessing herself. Not this time.She placed a hand against his chest, creating a sliver of space between them, but it did nothing to cool the heat simmering in her veins.She swallowed, taking a moment to calm herself before she spoke. “We need to set some ground rules.”Andre’s fingers flexed against her waist, his thumb grazing over the damp fabric of her workout top. “Rules?” he asked. His voice was rougher than usual, less composed. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t secretly delighted in the fact that she had shaken that assured composu