ELARA’S POV After a few bites of the meal, I told the lady, who I now know to be Theresa, by name, to take it back. She did so gladly, leaving me with a polite nod and the glass of water on a tray. I took my pills and waited. For what, I wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe for Nate to send someone to tell me his team had finished their so-called “damage control,” or maybe for him to appear himself. Either way, I was stuck. But no one came. The last thing I wanted to do was wander around this ridiculously oversized condo looking for someone to ask. And calling Nate? Not in this lifetime. He’s the last person I want to speak to right now. Eventually, the exhaustion from my earlier flight caught up with me. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I must have because the next thing I knew, it was morning. Weirdly enough, I woke up in bed, which made no sense because I’m pretty sure I’d dozed off on the couch. Did I sleepwalk? Before I could think too hard about it, a knock l
ELARA’S POV This has to be a fucking joke! Nate’s words from last night come rushing back into my head: You know how important she is to me. I can’t let this blow up in her face. I finally understand who he was talking about. Her. It’s definitely her. How could I have ever forgotten about her? She should’ve been the first person to come to mind when Nate claimed it was not him who tipped off the reporters. I keep watching the show, despite the rage building inside me. I want to hear what she has to say. At least I should watch it all before jumping to conclusions. “So, Miss Valentina, I heard you’re starting a new business,” the interviewer: Sofia Valesco says, smiling politely at Valentina, who sits there with a smug little curve on her red painted lips. “I wouldn’t call it a business,” Valentina says softly, her voice so sweet and convincing that if I didn’t know who she was, I might’ve believed her sincerity. “It’s more like a passion project. Something I want to
ELARA’S POV “Elara Lilith Westwood, do you mind explaining that nonsense I just watched on Wake Up NYC?” my mother’s sharp voice cut through the quiet morning air, her rage radiating from her. The driver, oblivious to the growing tension, casually carried my suitcase to the front porch of the house. A small part of me wanted to call out to him, to tell him not to bother going past the gate because there was a good chance I wouldn’t be staying long. My mother might disown me before I even set foot inside. But I didn’t. I simply stood there, frozen, as my mother shifted slightly to let the driver pass, her piercing gaze never leaving me. “Are you even listening to me?” she snapped, her frown deepening as I stayed silent. “Mom, the thing is… I— uhm…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “What? Speak up, Elara!” she demanded. “What you saw on TV was… a lie,” I finally managed, though I wasn’t sure she believed me. Her eyes narrowed as she launched into the rant I’d bee
ELARA’S POV “I’m the last person you’d want to listen to, and I know I don’t even deserve for you to listen to me,” Nate said, his voice calm and gentle, almost sincere. “But, Mrs. Westwood, I’m asking you to please hear us out.” I noticed the faintest shift in my mom’s demeanor, a slight softening in her posture. Her arms were still crossed tightly, but she no longer looked like she was ready to rip someone’s head off at least not entirely. “I was—” Before she could finish her sentence, the ring of her phone interrupted her. With an annoyed huff, she fished it out of her pocket and glanced at the screen. “I need to take this,” she muttered, stepping a few feet away to answer the call, though her glare warned us she wasn’t done. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to Nate, my voice a harsh whisper. “What the hell are you trying to do right now?” “Clear up the mess we’re in,” he whispered back, his gaze steady as it met mine. “And you plan on clearing it up
ELARA’S POV Nate sighed, running a hand through his hair. His lips parted like he was about to say something, but he didn’t. A part of me wanted to ask what it was, to push him to spill whatever thoughts were hanging on the tip of his tongue. But I didn’t. I knew better. Asking would only lead to another argument, and I was too tired for that. So, I turned around and headed back into the house, hoping that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t. I could hear his footsteps following me, the soft thuds trailing me all the way to the porch. I didn’t say a word, hoping he’d get the hint and leave. He didn’t. When I reached the front door, my hand froze on the knob. I spun around, unable to hold back my frustration any longer. “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” I snapped, raising a brow. “Where else?” he said, shrugging like it was obvious. “I’m coming in.” “Not a chance,” I fired back. “You’re not welcome here, Nate.” “Your mom told us to wait for her to come bac
ELARA’S POV “Mom,” I began, trying to keep my tone calm and collected, even though my heart was racing. “It’s not what you think.” “Oh, is that so?” She raised an eyebrow, her expression making it clear she wasn’t buying a word I was saying. “Yeah,” I forced a smile, but even I didn’t believe it. “Then how do you explain all this?” she shot back, gesturing dramatically toward me. “You in that T-shirt, damp hair, and him standing there with his shirt all disheveled. Oh, and let’s not forget the little kiss I walked in on.” “We didn’t kiss” I interject. “If I didn’t walk in when I did it would’ve happened” her eyes land on the broke plate. “Or maybe it did happen” “Mom—” “There’s no point in trying to hide it, Elara.” Before I could tell her he only me to stop me from getting injured. Nate stepped in, cutting me off. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and I froze. “We’re back together,” he announced casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the w
ELARA’S POV For the past two hours, Mom hasn’t said a word about Nate. Heck, she hasn’t said much to me at all, and I’m dying to know what’s going through her head. I thought we were in a good place the last time I was here, I thought we’d moved past all the tension, but clearly, we’re back at square one. Each time I’ve tried to start a conversation, she’s blatantly ignored me, focusing on her cooking like it’s the most important task in the world. And honestly, I knew better than to push her. Mom wasn’t the type to hold back when she wanted to speak her mind. If she was staying quiet, it meant she was either thinking deeply or waiting for me to crack. Fine. I’d wait for the right moment. “Can you just say it already?” I huffed, dropping my fork onto my plate. The weight of her silence had been suffocating, and the occasional stares she threw my way were only making it worse. Mom glanced up at me but didn’t say a word. “Mom, seriously,” I pressed, the guilt gnawi
NATE’S POV“Nate, honey!”The high- pitched voice of Valentina cut through the air, sharp enough to give me a headache.I don’t even know why James thought the men’s club would be a good place to discuss business. when we have pests like Valentina running around it. I glanced up from my phone and immediately regretted it. She was the last person I wanted to see. let alone talk to.“How have you been, baby?” she asked, her overdone smirk stretching across lips coated in way too much lipstick. She slid onto the stool next to me like she belonged there.“Hello, Valentina,” I said evenly, keeping my irritation in check.Ever since I made it clear to her that whatever “thing” she thought we had was over, she’s been on a mission to irritate me. It’s like she lives for my reactions, but I’ve never given her the satisfaction.“A little birdie told me you’ve been looking for me,” she said with a tilt of her head, casually grabbing the untouched tequila the bartender had set in front of me.I
NATE’S POV I switched into a pair of grey sweatpants, and the whole time, it felt like the space around me was closing in. I needed to speak with Dave, but I didn’t have a phone. Then again, there might be one in the car. I never forget to keep one lying around. One important thing I completely forgot? This wasn’t my car. Apart from the perfume bottles, random documents, and candy wrappers, there was nothing close to a phone in here. And that only made my anger worse. I can’t believe I came down here for nothing, I slammed the car door shut and leaned against it, staring out into the dim parking lot. I needed to clear my head. But Even a glass of alcohol didn’t seem like the right thing. hell, I don’t even want to smell it right now. The last place I wanted to be was in that penthouse. It didn’t feel right anymore. Nothing did. Not when all I could think about was how much of a damn fool I’d been today. From the corner of my eye, I caught the sign for the indoor shoot
NATE’S POV In a few days I will be handing over the vegas branch and everything that has to do with hales mining & co. to my brother, and will let loose of all my ties to the company. Everything is falling into place but I’m losing the one person I’m doing all of it for. And it’s all due to my actions it seems. And the fact that the realisation is only hitting me now made me feel worse than I already do. Everything she said was true, I am stupid. i didn’t think there was much harm in the things I’ve been doing… heck I’ve only been trying to get my wife back, have her forgive me. have her see how sorry I am and how much I want to make things right. Even though I don’t deserve it, while clinging to hope that she will give me a chance since I’ve been trying. But then in the silence in the car I started rethinking it all, it seems I have been doing it all wrong. She was also right for calling me a barbaric imbecile. I have been letting my anger get the best of me, and instead
ELARA’S POV “El, I know what—” “Save it. I don’t want to hear it,” I cut him off coldly, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. Even though I barely paid attention earlier when Kyle drove us to the showroom, I somehow managed to trace my way back around the area. It took longer than it should’ve, especially considering how urgent it was to find a hospital or pharmacy. His hand was wrapped in a handkerchief, but that wouldn’t hold for long. I needed to be fast. But the truth is, I don’t know my way around this damn place. I’ve been living in Vegas for a while, and somehow, I still don’t know the roads around here. “Do you even know where you’re going?” Nate asks, his voice low. “I do,” I snap, gripping the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping me from losing it completely. In reality, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get us back to the main side of the city. “I don’t think—” “Can you just shut up for once in your life?” I bite, my voice rising with my rising panic. “I’m
ELARA’S POV I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole. “Kyle,” Mimi speaks up before I can respond to him. “I need all of you to leave right now.” The smile I thought was permanent is long gone from her face. Even though she isn’t frowning, she doesn’t look happy. “Mimi—” Kyle begins. “I know it’s not your fault, but I need you guys out while we assess the damage.” Her tone is clipped, but her anger is evident and I don’t even blame her for getting mad. Nate broke two luxurious bed lamps during the stupid tussle. Thankfully, we were the only people around. What if she had customers in here and he came in making this mess? That would’ve been even worse. Kyle turns and gestures for us to leave while trying to straighten the wrinkles on his shirt. “I’m really sorry about this, Mimi,” I whisper, slipping my business card discreetly into her hand. “Please send me the invoice. I’ll make sure the damages are covered.” “There’s no need to apologize. It’s not your fault, dear,
NATE’S POV I yank my phone out of my pocket, hands trembling as I dial Dave’s number. He picks up on the first ring. “Dave.” “Yes, sir,” he responds, sharp and ready. “I just sent you a number. I want the exact location. Right now.” “Got it, boss.” I don’t know where to start looking for her since she wasn’t at home, but I hit the main road anyway. My foot is heavy on the gas pedal, heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. The phone buzzes again a moment later. “Do you have anything?” “Yes, sir. 288 Flitwood. It’s pinging to a Boho-style interior show room, place called Mali.” What the hell? I hang up, quickly typing the address into the GPS. A shortcut lights up on the screen. I take it without a second thought. Why the fuck would she be in an interior design place with another man? I slam my hand on the steering wheel, jaw locked as I try to shake the thought. My mind is spiraling images of her laughing with some man, touching him. Whil
NATE’S POV “Right,” the valet mutters, fumbling with the keys in his hands as he searches for mine. It feels like it’s taking forever. My foot taps impatiently against the marble floor while my mind spins with the worst possible scenarios. Each second wasted here is another second Elara could be with him laughing, smiling, looking at him the way she used to look at me. But then, as the valet continues to sort through the keys, I spot a familiar keychain the sleek black one with the silver initials that belong to Marcus’s car. “I’ll take these,” I say sharply, snatching them before he can react. The guy blinks, mouth opening as if to protest, but he must be smart enough to read the expression on my face. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t try to stop me. Wise choice. I press the unlock button on the fob, and the car beeps in the distance before I even reach it. “Nate!” I hear Marcus call out behind me. I don’t turn around. I don’t have the time or the patience
NATE’S POV A few months ago, when Jenna reached out and proposed a deal to me about helping me keep an eye on Elara, I was stunned. Gobsmacked even. She wasn’t just Elara’s assistant but her friend also. So if Ask me, I thought I’d be the last person she’d want to help, especially considering how rocky things are between Elara and me. I expected her to do everything in her power to keep me away from my wife… not offer to play matchmaker for a price. She claimed she wanted to help us “fix things.” Said she could keep me in the loop, provide updates, even talk Elara into showing up when I needed her to. Even though I agreed to this arrangement, I found it a little suspicious and with time I kept seeing weird patterns and I don’t think money is all she wants I think she wants more that but then again. She didn’t do it out of loyalty. No, backstabbers like Jenna always have a price. And hers? Pathetically low, if you ask me. Once everything is back to normal bet
Nate’s POV“Congratulations, brother.”Angelo pulls me in for a quick bro hug, his signature grin stretched across his face.“Thanks, man,” I reply, patting his back before stepping away.“What is this, your millionth project now?” James jokes from the side, his tone casual but curious.I shrug with a smirk. “Could be. Who’s counting anymore?”The event kicked off earlier than planned because of the product showcase Marcus insisted on adding. He said it’d help widen our customer base and give the brand a more approachable image. He even suggested slashing some of our prices to attract more interest.Which, of course, I didn’t agree with.Our company has been doing just fine with the current pricing more than fine, actually. If it’s not an increase he’s proposing, then I’m not interested. But this entire branch is going to be his soon. A few more weeks and I hand over the reins. After that, he can do whatever he wants with it. For now I want to make this event is a success. To be hon
ELARA’S POV For most of the time now Kyle has been quiet while Mimi does more explaining. Kyle is still holding my iPad swiping g through the sketches. With an expression I can’t quite explain. His hand slightly brushed mine as he turns the iPad to me. “This is good,” Kyle murmurs, his voice low and thoughtful as he studies the design on my iPad. I try to swallow the sudden lump in my throat. Why the hell am I feeling nervous now? It’s just Kyle. Just a stupid couch. Just… expensive cologne and annoyingly attractive… Pull it together, Elara. “But I don’t think there’s an exact design like this here,” I say, clearing my throat and pointing toward a set of couches arranged nearby. “So, what if we swap it out for one of those? Just for the prototype, I mean. If you don’t like them, we could… maybe look somewhere else.” I lower my voice at the last part, just loud enough for him to hear. The last thing I wanted was to offend Mimi by talking about scouting o