I clenched my fists and turned to Blaze in annoyance. But he just casually extended his hand to assist me out of the car. I refused and did so without his help. When we arrived at the apartment, a pleasant smell welcomed us. But my emotions were still running high. I couldn't let him keep trying to control my life. Everyone knew we were divorced, and I wanted to keep it that way. "Why did you do that? Who else knows about this?" I said irritably. "Sit down. You're hungry. That's why you're angry." He sat down casually on the dining chair. "I asked the chef to heat this dish before we arrived." "Do you realize what you're doing? If my family finds out, and the public, they'll insult me even more than they already have," I explained. "I only told James and Kyle because they often interact with you. Hannah doesn't know about our relationship. You won't see each other frequently." He placed a spoonful of mashed potato into his mouth. "I don't believe it." I crossed my arms over my ch
Unprepared for the attack, I was pushed to the right, causing the door to open wider. I held on to the door knob to prevent myself from falling. It was a good thing I rarely wore heels to work. "Hey, what are you doing!?" screeched Faye, who immediately approached me. "Who are you to do this!? What did Heather do to you!?" "Miss Bailey, are you okay?" asked Sasha, who came later and stood between me and my attacker. "Sorry, I didn't do my job properly." I turned to my left side to see who dared to slap me in my office. I gave her a sharp look once I recognized the person. She stood staring at me with tight lips, holding back anger. What was the reason this time to hurt me? "Not satisfied with embarrassing me at the late Mr. Smith's house, ruining my name with stale news, you come to my office to slap me. Do you think you'll be free forever by continuing to hurt me like this?" I said boldly. "You scammer," she growled. "You teamed up with that bastard to ruin my marriage. It turns
[Blaze]Virgil didn't disappoint a second time by giving me a better proposal. He changed the things I protested, even going into more detail than expected. That was his proposal that I knew.I didn't send it to Patrick via email or special courier. I came directly to his office. His secretary welcomed me and Kyle cordially and then escorted us to the luxurious office of the CEO of Johnson & Son Corporation."I told you not to come, Blaze. Just send it by courier. I know you have a lot of work." Patrick approached as I entered and extended his hand."You are one of my priority clients. So, this is a service I must provide." I shook his hand for a moment. I wasn't surprised that his daughter was also in the room."It's an honor, Blaze. I understand better why my father insisted on using your company." She extended her hand, but I just nodded."You must be busy. Can we start now?" I asked Patrick.The man glanced at his daughter before replying, "Sure. Have a seat."The father and daugh
Heather didn't share what she'd been doing all day or what had happened to her. She wasn't obligated to report everything to me because I wasn't the husband who had been there for her.But I was aware of her movements through people stalking her or the surveillance cameras of her shop that my friend hacked for me. I didn't want to fail to protect her anymore. What Cullen did was enough to jolt me out of my slumber."Your boss calls you the second-best person he has. What happened this afternoon? was that what you call the job of a personal bodyguard?" I asked.She bowed her head, not answering my question. This woman's monthly services are costly, and her expertise only extends to this. Did my friend not choose the wrong person?"I asked you a question," I stated."I'm sorry, sir," she replied. "I only answer to Miss Bailey. She is my superior.""Do you think she can afford to pay for your services in full out of her pocket?""You mean—""Even if I don't pay you, as her husband, I hav
[Heather]At first, I wasn't fond of the idea and how he brought me to this place. But after eating good food, bathing in the warm shower, and enjoying the cool air in the middle of the lake, I changed my mind.I couldn't remember the last time I took a vacation. All I'd done since being kicked out of my house was work until late at night. It wasn't until the last month that I could relax a little because the shop was running steadily. Sales went up and down, but I still made a daily profit.The rain made our journey back to the shore difficult. Blaze started the engine so we could get to lakeside faster. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw his cold face turn into panic. It was an expression I rarely saw.But when we got off the boat and saw that our surroundings were wet with rainwater, I stopped. Why did we have to avoid the rain? We were on vacation. We had nothing to catch up on, so we had to eat on time. Besides, my clothes were wet. That could be our only chance to enjoy getting
Last week was overwhelming. Some things happened that I didn't expect, but this week started on a good note. Hopefully, that was a sign that many more positive things would happen by the end of the week.Without waiting any longer, I went to the car dealership and finished the business with the insurance. I'd better come home late again but have a new vehicle than put this off. I got the same car. The good news was that the year of manufacture was this year.The car brand was costly, but it was worth it for the quality. I learned a lot from Blaze about car quality. Therefore, I bought the same brand of car as him when I had enough money. Cullen was such a bastard. He blew it up."What are you doing here?" asked the owner of the voice that was already familiar to my ears.Seriously. I was excited about this surprise, but someone had already ruined it. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I looked at the insurance agent and sales dealer accompanying me."If we're done, may I
I could work leisurely the next day. I got to the meeting on time. We discussed the promotion plan I had mentioned the previous week. Faye kept her word by insisting on using me as the model for our flyer. "All the meeting participants agreed, except you. Then you can't refuse, Heather," Faye concluded, closing the topic. "Customers will leave, and we won't get any new ones if I'm the model," I protested. "Are you willing to risk my business for something so risky?" Since Faye was chairing the meeting, she ignored my remark and moved on to the next topic. I couldn't believe my assistant would do that to her highest superior. To retaliate, I just kept quiet when she asked for my opinion. Let them think of solutions to their problems. After the meeting, I waited until everyone had left and then spoke to Faye. "You can't do that. This shop's reputation could be ruined if we choose me as a model." "I've been with you since the store was just established. Do you still doubt my judgment
I stared at the large envelope in confusion. Remembering what her trusted person was investigating, I understood. The envelope contained important evidence that showed Cullen had blown up my car. Finally, I could punish that man like his mother. I accepted the envelope and sat down on one of the couches. Charity followed me by sitting by my side. My heart was beating happily. What evidence did her confidant manage to find? I thought I would never get my hands on this precious object. The contents of the envelope were just a pile of papers. I turned to Charity with a furrowed brow. I thought there would be a CD or a flash drive. When I checked, there wasn't. There were only a few papers I wasn't sure would hold up as evidence. "What are these, Charity?" I asked, confused. "Read them." She glanced at the paper in my lap. Although I was confused about what information she was trying to convey, I complied. I glanced at the topmost paper, which was upside down. I turned it around and r
Hi. I've found the Epilogue's author's note on the website but not on the app on my phone. So, in case some of you wonder why I didn't write any note at the end, I did. Here is my gratitude to all of you, dear readers. ♡♡♡ ___ Thank you so much for reading Heather and Blaze's story from start to finish. You have no idea how your support is helping me to complete this book. I realize people nowadays don't like stories about the main lead who has flaws and often makes mistakes. I've found and read some comments, even a review expressing disappointment. I'm sorry I can't make everyone happy. Therefore, I appreciate the support of readers who enthusiastically followed the book and witnessed the development of Heather and Blaze's characters. It's nice reading a story about a badass and unbeatable main lead. However, the imperfect one wants to be heard, too. Their story has ended here, but it won't stop our imagination from continuing the new chapters in our minds. Once again, thank yo
I stopped walking and watched their interaction from afar. We were just far enough away to hear their conversation. Blaze had never met Roger before. Since my modeling career, he had never accompanied me on a photo shoot or filming. "My wife can only appear in modest clothes. What is this photo? Why is her cleavage showing? Do you want people to get horny looking at it?" Blaze scolded. Oh my. He had my boss come to see him to talk about that? "Heather didn't mind. I discussed everything before executing her outfit." Roger defended himself. I nodded in agreement. "I told you to help her model not for this but to boost her confidence. If she has to show off her body, you better cancel your agent contract with her," Blaze threatened. What? So, Roger didn't approach me on his initiative? Roger was silent, so I used the opportunity to approach them. "Well, well, well. So, you were the one who told Roger to offer me a modeling contract." My boss turned his head, and his face turned pale
I could feel her watching me intently. I was wearing R&R's latest black dress and shoes loved by the public. To top it off, I was wearing a diamond necklace and bracelet that Blaze gave me. "No matter how perfectly dressed, an ugly person can't cover her flaws." She walked over and stood by my side. Sasha swiftly stood between us. "After Blaze changed his name, you did the same. Do you think bearing Harrington's name will make you one of them?" I took a tissue, dried my hands, then threw it into the rubbish bin. "Darcy, instead of intervening in my life, why don't you search where your parents are?" She furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? They're in their house." "Really? When was the last time you visited them?" She smirked. "You don't like hearing the truth. That's why you changed the topic. Right? Those who smile in front of you, don't trust them. You don't know, but they may mock you when you're not around." "Is that what you think of your friends?" I retorted. "I no longer
I took a deep breath as the car entered the car park of a luxury hotel. I thanked the bellboy, who opened the car door and waited for Sasha to stand beside me. The valet parking attendant parked the car.I told my name, and the receptionist handed me a special visitor card. A man escorted me to an executive elevator. I didn't have to worry about choosing a floor because he did it. Sasha and I waited for the doors to open on our destination floor.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the doors opened. With my chin up, I walked out and followed the lady who greeted me. The hotel was truly luxurious with its elegant interiors."Please come in, ma'am," she politely said as she opened the door for me."Thank you." I entered the room and was further amazed by the spacious and luxurious meeting room. It was far different from the simple meeting room in my store.The people in the room suddenly fell silent upon my arrival. I had deliberately arrived at the last second to avoid intera
[Blaze] I didn't care if people hurt me, but I wouldn't forgive them for daring to drag my wife into our problems. What that woman did was unforgivable. She sent people to shoot me when I was with Heather. I was surprised to find out who it was and relieved she gave me a fun new assignment. The peaceful situation was boring. I needed something to do on the side besides taking care of work and caring for my family. Unbeknownst to me, Reuben was also outraged at what that woman had done to his granddaughter. He encouraged me to retaliate by taking over all of Anderson's wealth. This man was truly more sadistic than me. I was happy to have his full support. "Clark is delighted with the DNA test results. I'm sure his wife and three daughters won't stay silent. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll give you everything you need to defeat them," Reuben said after our second meeting with my father. "Thank you, but I can handle it myself. I want that family to know I can face them w
Blaze wrapped his arms around my body, and we ducked as deep as we could in the back seat. James drove the car, not caring about the traffic lights. I closed my eyes in anticipation of us crashing into another vehicle. However, what I feared didn't happen. The car continued to move quickly, away from the shooting scene. My chest felt tight from the rapid beating of my heart. We had just passed through death. Who would want to hurt Blaze? Blaze loosened his embrace, but I didn't let him get away from me. I hugged him tightly. Not caring about the tears rolling down my cheeks, I pressed my face against his chest. I almost lost him had this car not been bulletproof. "Heather, everything is safe. My men are going to find out who the shooter is. Jericho managed to change the traffic light. That's why we can get away from that place," he consoled. What? Jericho could do that? Did that mean he hacked the traffic lights earlier? How could he have such a great crew? But we're not safe yet.
[Heather]I didn't expect him to announce our relationship in a press conference. I didn't ask for such a big thing. What I had in mind was him announcing it on his social media accounts. I didn't care if he posted a picture of us or not.But the surprise was very touching. My chest was so full of happiness that I couldn't explain it. The women who doubted our marriage would see and believe Blaze and I were serious about our marriage.I kissed him and let the reporters' cameras take as many pictures of us as they wanted. It would make a good photo on the front page of the news later. Unfortunately, he didn't smile like I expected him to. Was he just so in his sleep, not in his consciousness?I didn't want to be greedy, so I didn't let the cold relationship between me and Mom get me down. I enjoyed the event that Blaze had prepared as best I could. I chatted with Charity, Taylor, and Faye, then returned the greetings of every employee of my store and our house."Blaze still sleeping?"
"Mom," Gemma said as she turned to Renee. "I'm sleepy."Renee glanced at us before looking at her daughter. "Of course, dear. Come, let me take you to your room."They stood up and walked towards Gemma's bedroom. I turned to my wife sitting by my side. Her eyes were teary, and her lips were trembling. I held her hand that was on the table. She must have been devastated by Gemma's reaction."I'm fine," she mumbled. "She just needs time to digest the information.""She's just shocked. Thirty years is a very long time. She remembers you as a baby. Seeing you suddenly this big must have been shocking." Reuben gave her ID card back to Heather."What if Mom hates me?" she asked worriedly. "It's a good thing I changed my name to Knightley. If I still had Bailey's surname, she'd be mad.""Your mom won't be mad. Trust me." Reuben held Heather's free hand. "I'm her father, so I know her character. As for your name, we'll discuss it later. I won't allow Harrington to drop her name even if she's
[Blaze] Reuben Harrington was ruthless. There was no mistaking the nickname given to him by the media. With his power, all he had to do was call the right people, and he could get even the most confidential information. I just sat next to him, watching him in action. We had already strategized with his attorney about our charges on Bailey. He didn't give the couple any mercy. What I respected about his actions was he let the clueless Darcy go. Next, we discussed the right way to bring down the other family who had done so much harm to Heather. On that very day, he managed to trap the person he was after. The man was speechless when Reuben asked him to sell his shares. "Heather's birthday is over," I reminded him. "I missed thirty birthdays and Christmases. Isn't it time to pay down my debt from now on?" he said casually. I was stunned for a moment. Didn't I hear it wrong? Did he seriously want to give his granddaughter thirty birthday and thirty Christmas presents? How lucky my w