Ryan and his assistant, Jefferson, stepped off the plane onto the cold pavement of Charles de Gaulle Airport. The city lights of Paris twinkled in the distance, and the soft hum of late-night traffic filled the air. True to their client’s word, an expensive black sports car was parked nearby, its sleek design reflecting the streetlights.A sharply dressed man in a suit approached them with a professional smile. “Mr. Winters, welcome to Paris,” he said with a thick French accent, extending his hand.Ryan shook his hand briefly. “Thank you.”The man gestured toward the car. “Your ride is ready, sir. Mr. Laurent has arranged everything for your stay. We hope you’ll find everything satisfactory.”Jefferson, standing beside Ryan, exchanged a quick look with him before nodding. “That’s very considerate of him.”With that, the driver opened the car door, and Ryan slid into the plush leather seats, the cool interior a welcome change from the chilly Parisian air. Jefferson followed close
Ryan Winters adjusted the cuffs of his shirt as he stepped out of the elevator and into the grand lobby of the hotel. The warm morning sun streamed through the large glass windows, casting a soft glow over the luxurious décor. He spotted the client’s assistant standing near the entrance with Jefferson, dressed in a crisp black suit, his posture straight and professional.The man gave a polite nod as Ryan approached. “Good morning, Mr. Winters. I hope you had a pleasant night?”Ryan’s lips twitched slightly, recalling the unexpected events of the previous night. He simply replied, “Morning. Yeah, it was fine.”The assistant smiled knowingly but didn’t press further. “Excellent. Mr. Laurent would like to have breakfast with you. He’s already waiting by the poolside.”Ryan nodded. “Lead the way.” Ryan said and passed a knowing look with Jefferson who simply shrugged his shoulders. As they walked through the hotel’s elegant corridors, the assistant spoke in a conversational tone.
Ryan and Juliette continued their sightseeing adventure through the beautiful streets of Paris. The city was alive with vibrant energy, tourists snapping pictures, and locals going about their day. The aroma of freshly baked pastries wafted through the air, blending with the distant melody of street performers playing soft tunes on their violins.As they strolled down the cobblestone streets, Juliette suddenly turned to Ryan with an excited expression. “There’s this amazing place just around the corner where they sell the best street food in Paris. You have to try it!” Ryan smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Street food, huh? I’ve always wanted to try some, but never got the chance.”Juliette’s eyes lit up. “Then today’s your lucky day.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. “Come on, let’s not waste any more time!”Jefferson, Ryan’s assistant, exchanged amused glances with the client’s assistant as they followed behind.Jefferson leaned in and whispered, “He’s ac
Ryan slowly opened his eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of his luxurious hotel room. His head felt heavy from the drinks of last night’s ball, and as he shifted, he felt the warmth of a body pressed against him. He glanced down to see Juliette draped across his chest, her dark hair cascading over his shoulder. A sigh escaped his lips as he carefully rolled her off and sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair.Just as he was about to get up, the buzzing of his phone on the bedside table caught his attention. He picked it up and saw Kate’s name flashing on the screen. A groan left his lips.Reluctantly, he answered the call. “Yeah?”Kate’s sharp voice pierced through the phone. “Ryan! Are you serious? You left without even telling me you arrived safely, and when I called you all night, you ignored my calls!”Ryan rubbed his temple. “Kate, I’ve been busy. Meetings, arrangements, everything’s been hectic.”Kate huffed in frustration.
Kate stormed into Rolly’s apartment, her heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. She threw her handbag onto the couch and crossed her arms tightly, fuming. “Can you believe this, Rolly? Ryan didn’t even bother to call me when he arrived, and when I tried calling him, he ignored my calls! The moment he eventually picked up, he was giving me stories. I mean, who forgets to reach out to his woman? Ryan has changed a lot and it hurts. This isn’t the Ryan I had fallen in love with. The Ryan I knew would never spend a day without reaching out to me and getting to know how I’m doing.”Rolly, who was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea, sighed and shook her head. “Kate, you need to calm down, okay? You’re always so worked up over him. I’m beginning to think this guy isn’t worth you in any way and I’m tired of you chasing him all over like a balloon! Are you sure you want to keep pushing things with Ryan?”Kate’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean by that? Of cou
The bright lights of the Parisian shopping mall twinkled as Ryan and Juliette walked side by side, weaving through the bustling crowd. The air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries, perfumes, and the occasional whiff of coffee drifting from nearby cafes.“So,” Juliette began, glancing at Ryan with a playful smile, “what kind of gift do you think your daughter would like? Or you don’t know what she likes?”Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes scanning the shelves stacked with colorful toys and plush animals. “Well, I think Amy loves dolls and anything pink,” he said with a small laugh. “But she’s also really into puzzles lately.”Juliette grinned. “A smart girl, I see. Let’s find something that will challenge her but still be fun.” She led him to a display filled with different puzzles, picking up one shaped like the Eiffel Tower. “How about this? It’s Paris in a puzzle!”Ryan took the box from her and examined it closely. “That’s actually perfect. She’ll love it.”Julie
The moment the plane touched down at Arizona Airport, Ryan let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. “This is it,” he muttered under his breath. “Back to reality.”Jefferson glanced at him as they unbuckled their seatbelts. “Not happy to be home?”Ryan scoffed. “Would you be, if you were me?”Jefferson chuckled but didn’t say anything. The flight attendants thanked them as they exited the plane, and soon enough, they were making their way through the private exit where a sleek black car was already waiting for them.Ryan slid into the backseat while Jefferson got in next to the driver. Just as they pulled out of the airport, Ryan’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and sighed again. His father.“Already?” Jefferson muttered under his breath with an amused smirk.Ryan shot him a look before reluctantly answering the call. “Hello, Dad.”“Ryan,” Mr. Winters’ deep voice came through the speaker. “I assume you’ve landed safely?”“Yeah, just got off the plane,” Ryan replied, resting
Ryan was exhausted by the time he pulled up in front of his house. The long flight, the tense conversation with his father, the visit to Serena’s house—it was all weighing on him. He just wanted to take a hot shower, get some sleep, and deal with everything else tomorrow.As he stepped out of the car, Jefferson smirked at him from the passenger seat. “You sure you don’t want me to come in and make sure no surprises are waiting for you?”Ryan rolled his eyes. “What surprises?”Jefferson shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe a very angry girlfriend who just found out you were in town from your parents instead of you?”Ryan let out a sigh. “I didn’t tell Kate I was coming back today. But she doesn’t have any reason to—”He stopped mid-sentence as realization hit him. Kate was with his parents. She must have been there when his father called him earlier. If she had expected him to be home and he wasn’t…“Damn it,” Ryan muttered, rubbing his temple.Jefferson laughed. “Good luck, boss. You’r
Serena stirred awake as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her bedroom. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness before sitting up and stretching her arms above her head. Today was the day she was returning to her company and finally going to put an end to the rumors.They’ve done too much trying to drag her name down the muds. For what reason exactly? This, she doesn’t know.It’s not as though she’s in their way, yet they won’t let her have some breathing space.“I already have this good feeling this morning and I just can’t wait to get everything back on track, leaving my enemies behind and speechless!” Serena uttered, smirking widely into space.She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face to wake herself up properly. After brushing her teeth and tidying up, she walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. The smell of toast and scrambled eggs filled the air as she set the t
The evening air was cool, but Ryan’s blood was boiling with frustration. The image of Steve Jacob flashed in his mind, but what made his chest tighten was the little girl he saw in those features—Amy. Her resemblance to Steve was undeniable, and it gnawed at him, making his head spin.Slumping back in his office chair, Ryan let out a rough sigh. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his suit jacket was tossed aside. He needed to clear his head. Finishing the last of his work, he reached for his phone.“Mr. Ryan,” Jefferson, his assistant, peeked in through the half-opened door. “Anything else you need before I leave?”Ryan shook his head, his voice curt. “No, Jefferson. Go home. I’m done here.”Jefferson nodded and left, leaving Ryan alone with his restless thoughts. Without hesitation, Ryan scrolled to his contacts and dialed. The line barely rang twice before a familiar voice answered.“Yo, Ryan!” Ethan’s voice was warm and lively. “Knew you’d call. I’ve been seeing the mes
The grand, luxurious interior of Ryan’s mansion stood in perfect silence—a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside. Kate lounged on the plush cream-colored couch in the living room, her bare feet tucked beneath her, a half-eaten tub of ice cream balancing on her lap. She had been indulging herself freely since Ryan left for the office earlier that morning. With no one watching, there was no need to keep up her usual act—no sweet smiles, no fake tears, no calculated pouts. Just her, the food, and the empty house.“Finally,” she muttered, scooping another bite of the cold, creamy dessert into her mouth. “Some peace and quiet.”She had wandered through every corner of the house, opening cupboards, sampling expensive wines from the cellar, and even trying on some of Ryan’s clothes—just because she could. This was her space now, or at least it would be soon enough once she becomes Ryan’s wife.Bored, Kate tossed the empty ice cream tub onto the coffee table and grabbed her phone.
That afternoon, the large conference hall buzzed with anticipation, a low hum of murmurs filled the air as journalists adjusted their microphones and tested their cameras. Bright flashes from photographers sparked across the room, casting quick bursts of light on the polished podium set for the day’s speaker.Rows of reporters, some from the most prestigious media houses and others from hungry online tabloids, filled every available seat. Notepads flipped open, and fingers hovered over recording devices. The air felt charged—thick with curiosity.The subject of their speculation was a man few had seen in public. Steve Jacob. The reclusive tycoon who rarely appeared in the spotlight had summoned them. The internet was already flooded with theories—some claimed it was a business announcement, others speculated a scandal. After all, Steve Jacob was a name synonymous with power and mystery.The side doors opened. Conversations halted as heads turned. A tall, striking figure entere
The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Kate lay comfortably on Ryan’s bed, her body half-covered by the blanket. She held her phone tightly against her ear, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she whispered into the receiver.Rolly’s excited voice buzzed through the line.“Kate, you won’t believe it! Mrs. Winters really went all out. She got Serena arrested last night!”Kate’s eyes sparkled with delight, and a wide smirk curled on her lips. She sat up slightly, her back against the soft pillows. “What?!” She gasped in fake surprise, though her voice couldn’t mask the thrill she felt. “Are you serious?”“Totally!” Rolly replied with excitement. “It’s already all over the internet! Serena Winthrop was arrested for causing your miscarriage. The headlines are crazy!”Kate let out a soft, breathy laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh, Rolly, this is perfect. Just perfect! She deserves every bit of it. Now the world will finally see her for what she truly is—a home-
Emma sat up in bed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Serena’s voice still echoed in her head—“I’m being arrested. Please come to my apartment. Take Amy and stay with her until I sort this out. Also call the contact I’m sending to you.”She threw her blanket aside and jumped out of bed, her heart racing.“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, pulling open her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hands trembled as she struggled to get dressed, her mind spinning with worry for both Serena and little Amy.Before heading out to her living room, Emma grabbed her phone again and dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice groggy with sleep.“Hey, babe… what’s wrong? It’s late. Aren’t you sleeping yet? Do you want me to tuck you to bed?” He asked, his voice playful.“Ethan,” Emma blurted out, her voice shaky, “I need your help. My boss, Serena, has been arrested.”“What?” Ethan shot up from his bed, now fully awake. “Arrested? For what?”“I d
Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts. His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt. I’ve hurt her so much. I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold. Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from the fruit basket Rolly had brought earlier. The moment Ryan walked in, both women looked up.Mrs. Winters scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she muttered bitterly, crossing her arms.Ryan ignored her sharp tone and walked straight to Kate, placing the bouquet gently on her lap.“These are for you,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.Kate’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What’s he up to now?” she thought but kept her face neutral. She accepted t
Ryan stood by the hospital window, his phone gripped tightly in his trembling hand. The sky outside was dull, the clouds gray and heavy, mirroring the weight pressing down on his chest. His fingers hesitated over the screen before he finally tapped his mother’s number. The phone rang only twice before Mrs. Winters picked it up.“Ryan?” Her sharp voice echoed through the speaker.Ryan swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Mom… something happened.”Mrs. Winters’ tone shifted immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong? Hope you’re okay?”“ I’m fine mom. But It’s Kate. She isn’t okay…,” Ryan muttered, his voice low, guilt dripping from every word. “She… she lost the baby.”Silence. For a moment, there was only the faint sound of static. Then came the explosion.“What?!” Mrs. Winters’ voice roared through the phone, making Ryan wince. “How could this happen? What did you do, Ryan?!”“What did you do to Kate that led to her losing my grandchild? What the hell did you do?” She demanded, her voic
Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls. Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool. She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.Where the hell did he go?Her chest tightened with suspicion. Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter, all of it—what if he still wanted her?Kate’s hands curled into fists at the thought.“No. I won’t let that happen. Not again.”She snatched her car keys off the counter, her mind already racing with a plan.“This time,” she muttered under her breath, “I’ll make sure Ryan hates her for good.”She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rya