James I immediately turned my head, staring at Renata. I didn’t expect her to say something like that. But there she was, completely unbothered, even proud of herself. Her eyes locked on Katniss with a challenging glare, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.Katniss, who had been trying to remain calm, couldn’t hide the surge of emotion that flared within her. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers, as she stared Renata down, clutching Giselle tightly in her arms.She shot a glance at Mr. Corleone, forcing a smile—though it was barely there. "Mr. Corleone, can we leave? I don’t enjoy conversations with shameless fools,” she said, her voice laced with venom.Renata, who had been leaning in with a smug grin, immediately recoiled. She was ready to confront Katniss, but I stopped her, gripping her arm. A public scene would be humiliating. Too many eyes were already on us, and I didn’t want our private matters becoming everyone’s business."Renata," I said, my tone low, hoping sh
James"Why? Why are you just standing there, huh?! Oh, oh, oh! Look at you, your face is turning red! Why, my dear husband? Are you angry because I insulted your oh-so-cheap ex-wife?!"I’ve kept this buried for so long. This feeling. That everything they said about Katniss, my ex-wife, was a lie. But the evidence they handed me proved that my gut feeling was wrong.I tried to bury it again, deep down. Tried to convince myself that Katniss was at fault, that divorcing her was the right choice. Marrying Renata was supposed to be the right move too. I've known Renata since we were kids. She was my childhood friend, and choosing her as my wife shouldn’t feel wrong. She’s loved me since forever—her love seemed genuine. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe.So why does everything feel so wrong? Why does this guilt still cling to me like a shadow, whispering that I shouldn’t have divorced Katniss? The bond we had... it feels like it’s still there, pulling at me, making me feel her emoti
Katniss“It’s not something I wish to share with anyone, sir. Do you mind if I keep that part of my life to myself? What happened in my past is buried deep, and that’s where I intend to leave it. I’ve started a new life, and I’d prefer not to look back. Apologies if this seems blunt,” I said, my voice steady and unwavering. I met his gaze with a fierce clarity, signaling my seriousness. There was no hesitation, no deference, even though he was my boss. This was outside of work, and I had every right to establish my boundaries.Mr. Corleone didn’t appear offended in the slightest. In fact, I caught the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “I understand,” he said quietly, fastening his seatbelt.“Put on your seatbelt, Katniss,” he instructed, his tone unusually soft. Too soft, even.He looked at me again, his eyes searching mine. “May I call you that? Katniss? It sounds more... personal.”I hadn’t expected Mr. Corleone to ask to call me by my first name, but I nodded. “Of
Katniss"Surpriiiise!!!"“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?!” The worry and anxiety that had gripped me vanished instantly when I saw the owner of those expensive high heels. Scarlett Collins. My best friend. She had been away for nearly a year, returning to her hometown to expand her businesses. And now, finally, she was back.I ran straight into her arms, hugging her tight. "Idiot! You should’ve given me a heads up!” I scolded, half-annoyed. If I’d known she was coming, I would’ve prepared something special.Scarlett had mentioned she was coming back to LA, which is how she knew the passcode to my apartment, but she never told me when. And now here she was, unannounced.She hugged me back, just as tight. “I missed you too, Katniss.” Scarlett knew me too well. She could tell my scolding was pure sarcasm. I didn’t really mean to call her an idiot.We stayed locked in the embrace for a long moment."Aunt Scarlett?"I turned to see Giselle peeking from behind me.Scarlett’s eyes l
Katniss“Yup! A party!”“I got invited, and I’m bringing you with me! Come on, Katniss, it’s time you found yourself a man!”I’m not the type to enjoy parties like that. I’m an introvert, while Scarlett is the complete opposite—she thrives in crowds. I was about to refuse, but Scarlett shook her head, waving her finger from side to side.“No, no, no. You’re not turning this down, Katniss. Look at Giselle over there.” Scarlett pointed toward my daughter, her voice softening. “She’s growing up fast. She needs a father figure. I know you’re a strong woman, and you’ve done an amazing job raising her on your own. But deep down,” she placed her finger gently over my heart, “you know she needs more.”Her words cut through me, striking a nerve I wasn’t prepared to deal with. Scarlett knew me too well, and she wasn’t wrong. Giselle had been vocal about it.“I want a daddy, Mommy.”The words Giselle often repeated echoed in my mind. I looked over at her, playing with her Barbies, completely obl
Katniss“Enjoy yourself, Katniss,” Scarlett whispered in my ear, her voice laced with excitement.She had told me this was a birthday party for one of her business acquaintances. Everything around us screamed luxury—shimmering chandeliers, sparkling champagne, and the soft hum of classical music filling the air. I recognized a few faces in the crowd, though most of them were business partners of Mr. Corleone. They are here, too? It had been so long since I’d attended an event like this—so grand, so elegant. The sensation of being surrounded by wealth and power again felt almost foreign, and my steps were hesitant, my presence still a little uncertain.The man of the hour, Ryan Carter—his name just recently mentioned by Scarlett—was now standing in front of the crowd, giving a speech. His voice was deep, commanding attention as he welcomed his guests. My gaze followed him, intrigued by his presence.“Psst! Katniss,” Scarlett leaned in closer, her whisper playful yet urgent.“Hm?” I gl
Katniss"He's my boss!" I whispered, my voice tight with disbelief."So, he’s the one you’ve been talking about, the man who changed your life?!" Scarlett’s shock mirrored my own. I hadn’t even told her which company I worked for or who my mysterious boss was that I always mentioned in passing."Oh my God! I can’t believe Ethan is such a good guy!" Scarlett gasped.“You said he was cold? From the moment I met him, he wasn’t cold at all. In fact, he was warm... a bit charming, even,” I said, watching Scarlett freeze, her surprise palpable.“Warm?” she repeated.I nodded. “Yes, he’s very warm. But with other people, especially women, Mr. Corleone can be... distant. Cold, even.”Scarlett went quiet after that, like something was running through her mind that she didn’t dare speak aloud."Katniss?" A familiar voice called from behind, and suddenly Mr. Corleone was standing right next to us.Scarlett jolted, her wide eyes locking onto him, completely caught off guard. She smiled, shy and f
KatnissI was done with my business in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if she was still out there. I hadn’t heard her voice in a while, probably because I had taken my time in the stall."God, please. Get this woman out of my way. I really don’t want to deal with her drama." I silently prayed.But hope was just hope. When I stepped out, she was still there, arms crossed over her chest, staring at me from head to toe with disgust."Ugh, what’s with that look? Who does she think she is? Does she even look that good?" I bit my tongue, keeping my thoughts to myself. She’s a total narcissist. Ignoring her would be the smartest move, avoiding any unnecessary drama.I quickly glanced at the mirror to fix my makeup, hoping to pass by her, but—damn it—she blocked my path with her foot.“You think you can just walk away?” she sneered.I tried to ignore her. "It’s not worth your energy, Katniss. Totally not worth it!" I reminded myself.But this woman was a master at pushing my buttons."So cocky. D
James“What happened, Daddy?” Giselle asked.“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it,” I replied, my tone as calm as I could manage.Giselle nodded, though the truth was, I was far more worried than she was. My eyes kept drifting to the door, waiting anxiously for them to return.Minutes later, Katniss and Ethan walked back into the room. Katniss looked even more exhausted than before, her face pale and blank. Something was seriously wrong.I glanced at Katniss, silently asking for answers. But the emptiness in her eyes spoke volumes. This wasn’t just bad news—it was something far worse.“You should leave,” Ethan said sharply, breaking the silence.“Your presence here isn’t needed,” he added, his tone dripping with finality.I glared at Ethan, my anger rising. “I’m her father!” I declared firmly.“And so am I!” Ethan snapped back.“There’s absolutely no proof you’re Giselle’s father,” he continued, his voice colder than ever. “Meanwhile, I’m Katniss’s husband, Giselle’s legiti
JamesGiselle had been moved to her own private room, no longer in the ER. Katniss was fast asleep on the couch, and Giselle remained unconscious.I decided to step out of the room to grab something for Katniss, but as soon as I exited, I came face-to-face with Ethan. He’d been waiting outside, probably for quite a while.I wasn’t sure why he didn’t just come in—perhaps he was afraid of another confrontation like the last one.His eyes immediately locked onto my face, cleaned and tended to by Katniss. He scoffed, the disdain evident. “You really have no shame, huh?” he sneered.“Ruining someone’s relationship? Shamelessly vying for attention from someone else’s wife?” he continued, his voice dripping with venom.I slid my hands into my pockets casually.“So what? You want me to apologize to you?” I replied, my tone deliberately provocative.Ethan’s attempt to stay calm unraveled quickly. Without warning, he lunged at me, grabbing the collar of my shirt with both hands.“I know it’s yo
JamesNot for a second did I loosen my embrace, even as Ethan stormed in, his hawk-like eyes glaring at me. His stare was a warning—demanding that I release Katniss immediately. He punctuated the word “my wife” with venom, as if staking a claim on her, but it only fueled my defiance.My woman.Yes, Katniss belongs to me. Only me. And I’ll make sure the whole world knows it, no matter the cost.Katniss looked up at me, her eyes wide, silently pleading for me to stop, as though she could read the reckless determination in my mind. She shook her head, desperate to halt my next move.“I said—take your filthy hands off my wife.” Ethan’s words lashed out like a whip, his voice cold enough to chill anyone’s blood.Anyone but me.I wasn’t intimidated. Not one bit.“Let go,” Katniss whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands slid between us, forming a weak barrier as she pushed against my chest. Her effort was small, hesitant. Still, I refused to let go.I turned to her, losing sight of Ethan i
KatnissI received a call from an unknown number. Without hesitation, I answered it.“Hello?”“Katniss, it’s me, Ethan,” said the voice on the other end.I shot up from where I was sitting, my heart pounding. “Ethan! Tell me—did you find Giselle? Is she safe?” My voice trembled as a surge of fear and worry overtook me. My grip on the phone tightened, my teeth sinking into my lip as if the pain could suppress the growing anxiety.It felt like my heart was being shocked with electricity every passing second.“Giselle... We found her. Jack and I got her to safety,” Ethan replied.A heavy breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped my lips. Relief rushed through me like a tidal wave.“Thank God. Thank you, God,” I whispered over and over, tears welling up in my eyes as gratitude flooded my heart.“But she’s unconscious,” Ethan continued. “She’s been admitted to the nearest hospital, in the emergency ward. The doctors are checking her now. I’ve sent someone to pick you up. Wait there, o
James I looked at them as they sat in the car, making sure to flash them the most disgusting look I could muster. I offended the driver’s privacy and I saw the reaction straight on its pupils, which were shrinking with panic as soon as our eyes met.My body reciprocated with the violent bouncing of what I guessed was a deliberate attempt to unbalance me. But they underestimated me. With a lot of force, I managed to kick the car window and it made a faint crack. I aimed at the same area near the driver which distracted him from the way forward. My gaze remained focused on the road in front that way if things turned ugly the car wouldn’t stray too far off course.‘But I need to be cautious now,’ I told myself. ”I can’t risk my daughter getting hurt.”Where I was standing I could see that Giselle was seated next to two men, and there were two more men in the back row. As I thought all along—there are six men in total.CRASH!I landed another solid kick, deepening the cracks in the windo
James: I sprinted down the dimly lit street, stealing a quick glance behind me to ensure Ethan was still on my heels. He was. My focus snapped forward, eyes adjusting to the oppressive darkness as I pushed myself harder. Most of the streetlights were out, leaving the path shadowed and treacherous.Damn it. Why were all the lights turned off tonight of all nights?I didn’t have time to dwell on it. My heartbeat quickened as I spotted them—those bastards. The kidnappers. Two men dragging Giselle toward a waiting black car. Cold sweat dripped down my temple.I didn’t think twice. “Ethan! They’re using a car!” My voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding, nearly a shout.Ethan nodded grimly, his expression darkening as we watched the car start moving—quickly, too quickly—already a good distance away and fading into the shadows.“Your car! Where’s your car?” I snapped at him, desperation lacing my tone.“Shit! It’s too far from here!” he replied through gritted teeth.“Damn it!”
JamesThe feast was in progress, there was an eerie feeling there that I could feel– not a joyous one, but something wrong. "Strange. Why now is there a festive air? I looked into the schedule before we got here, and nowhere was this indicated. Or… could this be one of Renata and Scarlett’s plans?”I just observed Katniss, Ethan, and Giselle while hiding behind the shadows. Some of them were laughing and chatting carelessly which struck the ears of the dancing crowds. Giselle who did not see anything wrong continued spinning around while music and dancers flooded the beach. It was beautiful and Giselle with her bubbly spirited character who never for a moment was worried about anything spun around in joy as the music and dancers illuminated the night. Then, Katniss looked unsure, her forehead was creased with worry.“Are you sure this is safe, Ethan? It feels… too sudden, doesn’t it? A celebration like this and no one said anything before?” she muttered to Ethan. She was standing wa
JamesI still remember their conversation at the restaurant—Scarlett and Renata scheming, plotting. They made it clear Giselle would become a problem for them again.“You’re right. Giselle is their weakness. That’s what I know for sure,” Scarlett had said, her tone dripping with malice.I decided to follow them, careful not to be noticed. But as luck would have it, I saw their attention shift abruptly—they had spotted Katniss and Giselle in the distance.Renata grabbed Scarlett’s arm, pulling her behind a pillar. Scarlett looked startled at first, but then her composure returned, her sharp gaze following where Renata’s finger pointed. Ethan, Katniss, and Giselle stood not too far away, walking together like a picture-perfect family.I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling inside. I was too far to hear their conversation. Quietly, I moved closer, pressing my back against the wall of a nearby building, peeking just enough to keep my eyes on them.“Ethan wasn’t supposed to be here,” Sc
KatnissEthan looked at James suspiciously.“Him? What about him?” Ethan asked, his tone sharp, clearly forcing the answer he desperately wanted.“He’s actually—”“Daddy!”I froze, my words caught in my throat as a familiar small voice interrupted me. I turned my head quickly, looking down to see Giselle, her face lit up with a bright, beaming smile.Then I looked at Ethan. His face mirrored my surprise, his expression caught between shock and confusion after hearing Giselle call him ‘daddy.’“You’re here, Daddy? Ah, I missed you so much! I’m so happy to see you!” Giselle squealed, rushing forward to hug Ethan’s legs tightly.Ethan and I locked eyes briefly, both of us stunned, speechless. But despite the awkwardness, there was no mistaking the small, triumphant smile creeping onto Ethan’s handsome face.Slowly, he crouched down until he was level with Giselle, their faces now inches apart.“Daddy?” he echoed softly, his smile widening into something more tender as his large hands cra