I drove through the city streets, my thoughts swirling like the traffic around me. The late morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the road as I made my way to the little restaurant where Liam and I always met. It had been our go-to spot for years—a place where everything seemed to slow down, where I could escape the chaos of life, if only for a while.When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted Liam through the large windows, already seated at our usual table by the window. I smiled to myself. He was always early.I stepped inside, the familiar smell of freshly baked bread and coffee hitting me as I walked toward him. The restaurant was quiet, with the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of plates in the background. As I approached, Liam stood up with that easy smile of his, one that always made me feel like everything was going to be alright."Been a while," he said, standing up to envelop me in a warm, familiar hug. I let out a sigh as I
As I pulled up to the familiar school gates, I could already see them—Ruby and Rhett—standing by the gatepost with their little backpacks slung over their shoulders. Rhett was the first to spot me, his face lighting up like a beacon.“Mom’s here, Ruby!” he exclaimed, tugging at her arm and stealing her attention away from her classmates.I smiled as I saw the twin faces brighten. “Mommy!” they chorused, springing from their seats and waving goodbye to their friends. They dashed towards the car, their laughter filling the air as they climbed in, Ruby’s school bag swinging wildly as she slipped into the backseat.“Hey, Munchies,” I greeted them with a grin, using the nickname they had known since they were toddlers.“Hi, Mom!” Ruby beamed.“Hey, Mom,” Rhett added, his smile a little quieter, but no less sincere.They fastened their seatbelts, something I had taught them to do without needing a reminder. It always made me proud to see how much they’d grown, even in the small things.As w
‘Come on, Helen, you couldn't even wait?' I chuckled to myself as I made my way to the front door to usher Helen in.As I got to the door, ready to greet my friend with a teasing remark, my amusement however, turned to shock, as I swung the door open.I froze in shock at the sight before me. Standing on the doorstep with an unreadable expression on his face was no other than…Roman."Roman?" I blurted out after recovering from the shock, my voice barely above a whisper, disbelief etched across my features."Hello, Ruby..." he said with a cold tone, his eyes having a glint of amusement and something else I couldn't quite decipher. "Surprised to see me?" he asked in an arrogant tone."How did you...?" I began, wanting to ask how he knew my place, but the question got caught at the back of my throat, lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me."How did I find you?" he completed my question, cocking his head slightly as if savoring the moment. "It was quite easy. I just needed
The weight of his words hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. I could feel the walls closing in, the safe world I had built for my children suddenly fragile, like glass about to shatter.I closed the door slowly, leaning against it for a moment as I tried to collect myself. I could hear the kids still playing, blissfully unaware of the turmoil swirling just outside their little world.But I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.The sharp, unmistakable smell of something burning snapped me back to reality.“Oh my God!” I yelped, dashing into the kitchen. A cloud of smoke hung in the air, curling out from the pot. My heart sank as I reached over to turn off the gas, mumbling, “No, no, no… this can’t be happening.”With a grimace, I lifted the pot lid, only to be met with the charred remains of what used to be noodles. The half-burnt mess at the bottom clung stubbornly to the pot, taunting me. I sighed, pressing my fingers to my forehead, feeling the frustration rise.“G
ROMAN'S POV "Just so you know, you aren't running away from me again... Not again," I said before walking out. Ruby's words felt weighty as I stepped outside, the cool evening air contrasting sharply with the intensity of our just concluded conversation. With each step away from her door, I felt a strange mix of frustration and determination coursing through me.I heard the door close behind me with a definitive click, signaling the end of our tumultuous exchange.Glancing over my shoulder, I took in the sight of Ruby's house, a quaint little abode tucked away in the suburban neighborhood.I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Kai, hoping to get an update from him. After a few rings, he answered."Hey Roman, I was about to call you. I stopped by your office, but Drew said you weren't in," Kai's voice came through the line."Yeah, I dropped by Ruby's place," I replied, still processing the encounter."You went to her place? Why?” Kai sounded slightly miffed."You didn't tell
Helen and I were just finishing up the last bites of our pancakes, the ones she claimed were “the fluffiest yet,” when my phone buzzed on the table. A glance at the screen made my stomach twist—the principal of the kids’ school.“Oh no,” I murmured, grabbing the phone.Helen looked up, instantly sensing my tension. “Everything okay?”I forced a smile but could feel the worry tightening my throat. “It’s the school.”I picked up, keeping my voice as steady as I could. “Hello, this is Ruby.”“Mrs. Blackwood, this is Principal O’Neil,” the familiar voice on the other end said, warm but with a hint of urgency. “I need you to come to the school right away. There’s been… an incident.”My heart dropped. “Is everything alright? Are the kids okay?”“They’re fine,” she assured me, though her tone was careful. “It’s Rhett… He was involved in a… disagreement with another student.”“A disagreement?” My voice came out sharper than I intended.“Yes. I think it’s best if we discuss this in person. Ple
The doorbell rang a second time, the sound cutting through the silence. My heart raced, though I wasn’t sure why. I took a deep breath, brushing the worry from my face, and called out, “Coming!” I crossed the hall, bracing myself for a visitor, but hoping it wasn’t him.Instead, I opened the door to see Liam standing there, a warm smile lighting up his face. Relief washed over me.“Hey, Ruby,” he greeted.“Hi… good afternoon.” I stepped aside, opening the door wide enough for him to come through. “Come on in.”He held two brown paper bags, each filled to the brim. I reached out to take one, chuckling. “Are you moving in or just feeding an army?”“Only the finest snack selection for my favorite twins,” he replied with a grin, handing me a bag.Together, we made our way to the living room, where I set the bags down on the table. I cupped my hands and called out to the kids, who I knew were hovering just out of sight down the hall. “Alright, Munchies… someone’s here to see you!”I could
LITTLE RUBY'S POV Today was the day—the day Uncle Liam was taking us out! He had told us yesterday he was going to, and I was so excited, I could barely sleep. When morning came, I hurried out of bed, took my bath and put on my best outfit. But I had a little problem, I couldn’t find my favorite shoes.“Mom, where’s my shoe?” I called, hopping down the hall with one shoe on and my other foot bare.“Have you checked under your bed, Ruby?” she said, smiling at me from the kitchen.“Not there, Mom.”“Try Rhett’s room then.”Just as I was about to head to Rhett’s room, the doorbell rang. I was so excited I didn’t even care that I was wearing just one shoe. I hopped all the way to the door, wobbly but fast.I opened the door, and there was Uncle Liam, smiling down at me. “Hey, Ruby. How are you?”“Good, Uncle Liam! How are you?” I said, feeling very grown-up.He chuckled, patting my shoulder. “I’m good too, thank you.”“Are you just going to keep him there in the doorway, Ruby?” Mom’s vo
~Ruby's POV~I kept my eyes trained on the group ahead of us, watching as they disappeared into the elevator.A soft chime echoed as the doors slid shut, swallowing them whole.Roman and I stood near the edge of the ballroom, champagne glasses in hand—props, nothing more.This was it.Roman, ever composed, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device.I barely glanced at it, keeping my gaze steady on the elevator, but I knew what it was.Roman turned slightly toward me, voice low. “Ready?”I inhaled, exhaled. Nodded.Without another word, we moved.Confidence was key.We approached the restricted area where two big men in black suits were standing guard. Their faces were hidden behind masks, making their expressions hard to read. Their eyes shifted toward us, carefully evaluating our presence.Roman didn’t skip a beat. He confidently held out the pass, his voice steady and calm—impossible to challenge."We’re expected."One of the guards took
~Ruby’s POV~I had been alone for a while now.The music from the ball still drifted faintly through the air, but I had put enough distance between myself and the chaos that it felt like a distant hum. The cool night air filtered through the open balcony doors, the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne still lingering in the air.Only God knew where Roman had gone—or how he and Liam had settled their little misunderstanding.And to be honest?I don't actually mind.As long as Roman didn’t do anything out of the ordinary—which, knowing him, was asking for too much—I wasn’t about to get involved.All I needed was a break.A moment of peace.Away from their drama.Or, should I say…Their action movie.I stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching the swirl of gowns and crisp suits move in perfect harmony. It was supposed to be a night of luxury and indulgence, but deep down, my mind was elsewhere. The tension in my chest hadn’t eased since the confrontation with Liam earlier,
~Ruby’s POV~The evening had been going smoothly—almost too smoothly—until I saw him.Liam.Standing at the bar, dressed in a crisp black tuxedo that fit him just right, he looked completely at ease in the lavish setting. The golden glow of the chandeliers cast soft highlights on his sharp features, making it impossible to ignore him. But it was the way his piercing gaze found mine across the room that made my stomach twist.And then Roman saw him.“What the hell is he doing here?” Roman muttered under his breath, in a dangerously low voice. He clenched his fist on the table, the muscles in his forearm standing out sharply.Liam’s lips curled into the faintest smirk as he raised his glass in a silent, taunting toast.I felt Roman tense beside me, and the shift in his posture was immediate. The air around us thickened, the weight of his Alpha instincts pressing against me like a storm waiting to break.I placed a gentle but firm hand on his arm. "Roman," I murmured. I had no idea why
~Liam’s POV~The day before…The city lights stretched far beyond the glass windows of my hotel room, neon reflections dancing on the smooth wooden floor. The hum of the air conditioning filled the silence as I leaned against the desk, staring at the half-empty whiskey bottle beside me. I had poured a glass earlier but barely touched it. My thoughts were too heavy, swirling with the weight of the conversation I had with Ruby.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply."Was it right to ask her? Or should I have just stayed quiet, waited for her to bring it up when she was ready?" I muttered under my breath.The words still echoed in my mind, along with her hesitant response and the way she looked at me but couldn’t quite meet my eyes."But at the same time... she wasn't going to address it anytime soon, was she? She definitely wasn't, and if I hadn't spoken up, we’d still be dancing around the tension. And things were already weird enough."I let out a humourless chuckle and sat
~Ruby’s POV~The car was running quietly near the entrance, and the sound of the engine was the only thing breaking the tense silence between Roman and me. I sat with my hands clasped in my lap, my fingers pressing into the fabric of my dress. I took a slow breath, trying to calm the nervous energy that was building up inside me.Roman, in the driver's seat, had his phone in one hand and was typing swiftly. I glanced at him, my stomach twisting."We're here." Roman’s message to Kai was sent with a quiet whoosh.A moment later, his phone buzzed."Alright, just go to the entrance and give them the card to scan… I'll take care of the rest."Roman’s fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he replied, "Alright, on it."I swallowed hard, looking up at the venue's grand entrance. The tall, wrought-iron gates loomed before us, flanked by uniformed security guards who looked anything but welcoming. The golden glow from the entrance lights made the entire setting feel even more da
~Ruby’s POV~The scent of expensive perfume and face powder filled the room as Helen leaned in, her fingers steady as she applied the finishing touches to my makeup. The cool brush of powder against my cheek was strangely soothing, though it did little to calm my nerves."Hold still, Ruby," Helen muttered, dabbing at my cheekbone."I'm trying," I sighed, resisting the urge to shift. "But it's hard to focus with those two bouncing around like hyperactive rabbits."Across the room, the twins were a blur of movement—twirling, hopping, and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. Little Ruby's laughter rang through the air as Rhett spun her in a dramatic circle."Be careful, you two. Don't break anything," Helen warned, arching an eyebrow at them."We won't!" Rhett called back confidently.Helen smirked. "The room can be easily replaced. But I’m not so sure about your bones—or any other part of your body."That made them stop. Mid-spin, Rhett froze, setting Little Ruby back on her feet
~Ruby's POV~I was standing at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly chopping vegetables for dinner, the knife slicing through the soft flesh of a ripe tomato with a satisfying squish. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. I had managed to avoid him for most of the evening, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. And sure enough, just as I thought I might finally have a peaceful night, he appeared in the doorway.Liam.He stood there for a moment, his frame blocking the light from the hallway. I didn’t look up, trying to keep my focus on the tomatoes, as if I could lose myself in the task at hand. But I could sense him in the room, as if his presence was a heavy weight pressing down on me.“You’re avoiding me,” he accused flatly.I paused, the knife still held in the air. My heart raced, but I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing my reaction right away. So, I finished cutting the tomato before I spoke.“I’m not avoiding you,” I replied, try
~Ruby’s POV~The clear evening air hit my skin as we stepped out of the boutique, the faint scent of expensive perfume still clinging to my clothes. The boutique attendant, poor thing, was still blushing furiously, her eyes darting anywhere but in our direction. I couldn’t blame her—walking in on me half-dressed with Roman standing next to me had clearly been too much for her.Roman, of course, was still revelling in it. His smug expression was practically carved into his face, his lips twitching as he threw one last flirtatious jab my way.“You know, if you needed help getting dressed, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask,” he mused, his voice dripping with amusement.I knew that apology instead of his usual smugness was too true to be true. I exhaled sharply, gripping the handles of my shopping bags a little tighter. “Say one more word, and I swear I’ll introduce my heels to your skull.”His chuckle was infuriatingly smooth, completely unbothered by my threat. “Now, now, no need
Ruby’s POVThis was all his fault.If Roman hadn’t insisted on this whole ridiculous “taking turns” thing, I wouldn’t have been in this situation.One second, I was reaching for the zipper at the back of the dress, and the next, my foot twisted awkwardly in these damn heels. My ankle gave out, and suddenly, gravity was having its way with me.“Shit!” I gasped as I stumbled forward. My arms flailed, grasping at nothing but air.And then—I didn’t hit the floor.Instead, I collided with something solid. Warm. Unyielding.Roman.His arms were locked around my waist, his grip strong and steady as if catching me had been second nature. My fingers had instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt, and for a moment, all I could do was breathe, trying to process what had just happened.His scent—masculine, fresh, with that faint hint of cedarwood and something uniquely him—wrapped around me, making my already racing heartbeat go into overdrive.I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of jus