Katniss
I gave him a confused look, tilting my head slightly. “Of course, sir,” I replied to his earlier question.
A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of Mr. Corleone’s lips. His gaze fixed ahead, the car already in motion as we pulled away. I turned my attention forward as well, but faintly, I heard him murmur.
“That will change.”
I snapped my head back toward him, startled. “Excuse me, sir? Did you say something?” I asked, needing clarification.
I had caught a glimpse of his words, but their meaning eluded me. Was he talking about our talking about ‘friends’ earlier? But Mr. Corleone remained silent, his focus entirely on the road ahead. I shrugged it off, refusing to dwell on it.
***
James
“Wait!” Liam Kent’s voice cut through the air just before I disappeared from his sight. "It’s been so long since we’ve talked. Don’t you miss your sweet older brother?" He spoke with that sickeningly sweet tone, exaggerated on purpose.
I stopped in my tracks, hearing his footsteps growing closer.
Thwack!
He slapped my right shoulder. I immediately shrugged it off and spun around, shooting him a deadly glare.
“Keep your disgusting hands off me,” I growled, warning him.
Brother? The word itself made me sick. To me, he wasn’t anyone, least of all family.
"You’ve really grown into an arrogant man, haven’t you?" he sneered. "What is it? Has all that power—what should’ve been mine—gone to your head, little brother?"
My fists clenched, hard. God, how badly I wanted to smash his smug face.
"Your mouth... How dare you say that? Power that should’ve been yours, huh?" My voice was dripping with venom.
Liam snorted. "Of course. That was always meant for me. Remember, you’re just a stand-in. You only got what you have because I wasn’t around. Don’t think for a second you can forget that," he said, stepping closer. His face was inches from mine, his voice now a whisper in my ear.
"You’ve always been just my shadow. A substitute. You’ve never mattered. You’ll never be number one, James. Know your place."
I shoved him back, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close until our faces were mere inches apart, our eyes locked in a dangerous stare.
“A coward like you, who ran from responsibility just because you ‘weren’t ready’ and wanted to enjoy life? You don’t get to talk down to someone who’s carried the weight you threw away at a young age," I spat, my grip tightening.
His eyes darkened, filled with rage. Good. I had struck a nerve. But I wasn’t about to take it back, because it was the truth.
He grabbed my collar in return, yanking me toward him. Both of us were ready to tear each other apart, years of buried anger bubbling to the surface.
"Someone who caused our mother’s death has no right to speak like that! You’re cursed, James! Your birth brought a curse on this family!” he spat, his voice shaking with raw emotion, fury radiating from every word.
“If you hadn’t been born, mother would still be here with me! Not dead, buried in the ground!” His words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline.
His accusation dragged up the guilt I had tried to bury deep within me. It was a pain I never escaped—being blamed for her death. And for what? I never asked to be born, never asked to take her life in the process.
I shouldn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t my fault, not really. If I had a choice, I would have never been born if it meant she could’ve lived a happy life with my father, with her family.
But no matter how much I told myself that, a part of me still blamed myself. My brother’s words were only echoing the voice inside me, the one that had always whispered, I am a curse.
I snapped. My fists clenched, ready to strike, as did his, but then a voice cut through the tension.
“LIAM! JAMES! STOP!”
Her voice echoed, followed by the irritating click of heels approaching fast.
‘Ah, great. Another annoying interruption.’
Emma Kent. My stepmother. The woman they dared to say could replace my real mother. I had never seen my mother except in photos, but hearing anyone say Emma could ever take her place? It made my blood boil. No one could ever replace her.
"Liam, let go of your brother!" she ordered, and he immediately released me. I followed suit—not because I obeyed her, but because I was tired of listening to her damn voice.
Emma glared at us both, exasperated. “Why are you always fighting? You’ve never been close, not even as kids. Back then, it was over toys. Now, it’s something else.” She sighed, clearly frustrated.
“Stop it, Emma. I don’t want to hear a single piece of advice from you,” I cut her off before she could even start.
Emma stared at me, arms crossed over her chest. “James, listen to me. Your brother’s right. He just got home. You should’ve greeted him more kindly.”
“And you, Liam, you should’ve been gentler with your brother. Stop provoking him. You’re older, more mature. You should understand he’s got a bit of a temper.”
Gah! This witch!
I’ve never liked Emma. She pretended to be this perfect, sweet woman with everyone—me, Liam, and especially my father. That’s how she convinced him to marry her. But I know the truth. She wasn’t from the upper class, wasn’t anything special. She used to sell herself. A whore. I found out when I turned 18, from the whispers of the house staff. It wasn’t a secret.
She’s manipulative, clever with her lies. But how could my father fall for it? I’m sure she’s been playing him for years, twisting his mind.
She’s tried to act like a mother to me, and I even tried to accept her once, but I can’t. Every part of me rejects her. The only reason I tolerate her is out of respect for my father. Otherwise, she’s nothing to me.
“Hah. Whatever. I don’t care about either of you,” I finally said, turning to leave. But that bastard Liam wasn’t done pushing my buttons.
“Enjoy your power while it lasts, little brother. You’ll lose it sooner than you think.”
My fists clenched tightly again.
Damn it! That bastard! I need to figure something out, fast.
To be continued…
Katniss"Come on, sweetie."Giselle nodded, and I took her tiny hand as we stepped out of the apartment. But I froze instantly. Someone was already standing at our door."Oh my God! Mr. Corleone, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I gasped, clutching my chest. He simply smiled, completely unfazed."Heading out?" His voice was calm, almost too casual for the way my heart was racing."Uncle! It’s the same uncle from yesterday," Giselle exclaimed, eyes wide with recognition."What brings you here so early?" I asked, trying to catch my breath and make sense of his sudden appearance.He glanced at me briefly, then crouched down to Giselle’s level. "Good morning, Giselle. Did you sleep well?" His voice softened as he addressed her, his gaze kind and warm.Giselle nodded shyly. "Yes, Uncle."Yesterday, he’d introduced us to his family, as promised. Giselle had been hesitant at first, but now... now there was something different. They had connected in a way that seemed almost too easy, too fa
KatnissI wanted to pull Mr. Corleone away from this place immediately. My hand was already gripping his arm when he looked at me, puzzled. But before I could urge him to leave, my eyes locked with his.The shock in his gaze was unmistakable when he saw me. His eyes flicked to Giselle, then to Mr. Corleone, and James’s expression instantly hardened, turning cold.What irritated me even more was the fact that James was currently with the homewrecker—Renata. She was busy examining some snacks, asking James to choose which one was better, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. His focus was entirely on me and Mr. Corleone.Renata raised an eyebrow, clearly confused about what had caught her husband’s attention. She followed his gaze and, the moment she saw me, her face twisted into a sour expression. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine."James!" I heard her voice snap as she called out to her husband, slapping his arm.“What are you staring at?!” Renata immediately erupted in anger.Jame
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