Tyler walked into his office, his movements quick and determined, the slight echo of his shined shoes bouncing off the marble floors. His jacket fell loosely over his shoulder, and his tie was slightly crooked, indicating the type of morning he'd had: rushed, tense, and full of unanswered questions. Ben was already sitting on the edge of one of the beautiful leather seats opposite Tyler's desk, clutching a stack of papers in his palm. His brow wrinkled, and his posture seemed particularly stiff. Tyler didn't bother with politeness. "What was that in the mail you sent me?" Tyler demanded, dropping his jacket on the back of his chair. Ben rose promptly, handing out the papers. "Sir, this is about the Smith Corporation. They approved the parameters of the joint venture, but there's... something else. Tyler narrowed his eyes as he took the documents and flipped over the pages. "Anything else?" Can you elaborate, Ben?" Ben paused, running his hand through his short hair. "It i
"Impressive as always, Sam," said the soft, familiar voice behind me. I froze as the paintbrush slipped from my fingers and onto the palette below. Even after all these time, that voice still sent shivers down my spine. I slowly turned, my heart thumping. There he was. Caleb stood in the doorway of my gallery, his fitted suit faultless, his dark eyes glinting with the same blend of charm and cunning that I'd always adored. I hadn't seen him since the day he terminated everything, the day I discovered he was a false asshole and shattered any trust I'd thought we had. "Caleb," I murmured, my voice measured, disguising the upheaval his sudden entrance had caused. "What are you doing here?" He moved deeper inside, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets, taking in the half-finished pieces littered across the room. "What? No 'long time, no see'? "I thought we were better than that. I folded my arms and leaned on the edge of the worktable. "Caleb, I don't recall us bei
As I stepped inside, the office door creaked open, and the subtle aroma of leather and coffee enveloped me like a familiar embrace. Tyler looked up from behind his desk, his tie slightly loosened and his hair mussed just enough to suggest the turmoil of his morning. Despite the strain on his face, his expression relaxed as he spotted me. "Sam," he exclaimed, standing as if just seeing me had removed an invisible weight off his shoulders. I smiled, feeling warmth rush through me as he approached and pulled me into his arms. "Miss me already?" I teased, but the reality was, I missed him more than I wanted to admit. "Always," he said, his voice low as his chin touched my hair. I drew back slightly and studied his face. There were lines I hadn't noticed before, and his eyes appeared tireder than usual, but he concealed it well. "How are things at the company?" I asked, stepping back and perching myself on the edge of his desk. "You mentioned it's been intriguing. "What is going
Tyler's office was a storm gathering, and every breath he drew was thick with wrath. The air felt heavy and oppressive, as if it could sense the outburst of rage he strained to conceal. His fists clutched the edge of his desk, knuckles white, as Julie stood across from him, her face a mask of calm defiance. "What have you done?!" he shouted, his voice piercing the tension like a razor. Julie twisted her lips into a small, unrepentant smile. "What did *I* do? Oh, Tyler, don't act innocent here. You cannot sleep with someone and expect no consequences." "Consequences?!" His voice increased, booming off the walls, and his control slipped with each phrase. "Yes, Tyler. *Consequences.*" She crossed her arms, her tone excruciatingly chilly. "This is as much your issue as it is mine. "You can't just decide when you want to be a father." Tyler looked at her, his heart racing in his chest. "I'm not trying to…" "Save it," Julie said, her gaze tightening. "I am tired of your excuse
Tyler slammed the conference room door behind him, sending reverberations through the office's quiet hallways. His chest heaved as he leaned against the wall, placing his hands against his temples. The meeting with Smith Corporation had been disastrous. Every word exchanged seemed like another brick crumbling from the flimsy wall that held his firm together. The Hartwell family. The Hartwells were circling like vultures, and Tyler's stomach churned at Smith Corp.'s shaky commitment to their alliance. He could feel the weight of each decision on his shoulders. If they lost the Smith deal, it would cause a domino effect, and he wasn't sure RindCorp would survive. His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he took it out, expecting a message from Ben. Instead, there was an email with a synopsis of their present financial situation. Tyler opened it, but the figures blurred together, leaving him unable to focus. He exhaled sharply, his throat tightening as frustration clawed at him. "Mr
The doctor was finally approaching. The quick brief glance I took at my wristwatch made me realize I'd been waiting for about an hour. My head was a mess, racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. Oh God, calm down, I told myself.“Please let it be negative, please, please let it be negative” Literally frea-ing out, I mummured under my breaths, my words barely audible.“Ms. Wills, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Dr. Dawson said, his smile making me uncomfortable. Why the smile?? I breathed out a shaky breath, hoping to calm myself. Deep breathes Sam. You got this."Not at all, Doc," I said, attempting a smile. "It wasn't that long...""Well, congratulations, Mrs. Wills." His smile grew as he gave me a tiny envelope.My breath hung in my throat. No, God, no. I quickly conposed myself, swallowing hard."What do you mean, Dr. Dawson?" I asked, my heart pumping hard."You're six weeks pregnant, Mrs. Wills," he stated.It seemed like time stopped, and the world began
Tyler's brows furrowed as he re-read the title of the email that just popped on his PC once again. Your Wife's InfidelityWtf is this? He thought to himself as he clicked the email, his hands trembling slightly. The sender was unknown, and he quickly glanced around his study, ensuring no one else was present. With a deep breath, he opened the message.The email was brief but pointed: "Do you know what your wife has been up to? Check the attached photos."Tyler hesitated, his finger hovering over the attachment icon. When he finally clicked it open, he saw Samantha, his wife, in the arms of Owen, the man who had been his sworn enemy since childhood.A wave of anger flooded his veins, threatening to cloud his judgment. Owen?! So, Julie was right all along?.. wow.Tyler and Owen had once been close, their friendship shattered by a business fallout between their families. Since then, they'd been bitter rivals. The sight of Owen embracing Samantha was a punch to the gut, a moment of i
The door swung open and my gaze fell upon the familiar figure of Lilian, our househelp."Good evening, Mrs. Wills," she greeted me, a polite smile on her lips.A thin wavw of relief coursed through me as it turned out to be Lilian, our househelp, and not Tyler. To be honest, I didn't think I had gathered the courage to break the news yet. "Mrs. Wills," Lilian broke the short silence, her voice warm and gentle. "Mr. Wills said he wants to see you in his study when you get back," she said.I started to panic. My heart was beating very fast, like an animal that was trapped.See me in his study? Why? Was he finally willing to talk, to reconcile? He never calls to talk to me privately. Well, he hasn't done that in two years. I nodded to Lilian, my throat tight, my heart beating so hard I felt like it was visible through my chest. "Thanks for the message," I managed to let out. My mind was spinning, and I tried to steady myself, to remember that this moment had to come."I should head
Tyler slammed the conference room door behind him, sending reverberations through the office's quiet hallways. His chest heaved as he leaned against the wall, placing his hands against his temples. The meeting with Smith Corporation had been disastrous. Every word exchanged seemed like another brick crumbling from the flimsy wall that held his firm together. The Hartwell family. The Hartwells were circling like vultures, and Tyler's stomach churned at Smith Corp.'s shaky commitment to their alliance. He could feel the weight of each decision on his shoulders. If they lost the Smith deal, it would cause a domino effect, and he wasn't sure RindCorp would survive. His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he took it out, expecting a message from Ben. Instead, there was an email with a synopsis of their present financial situation. Tyler opened it, but the figures blurred together, leaving him unable to focus. He exhaled sharply, his throat tightening as frustration clawed at him. "Mr
Tyler's office was a storm gathering, and every breath he drew was thick with wrath. The air felt heavy and oppressive, as if it could sense the outburst of rage he strained to conceal. His fists clutched the edge of his desk, knuckles white, as Julie stood across from him, her face a mask of calm defiance. "What have you done?!" he shouted, his voice piercing the tension like a razor. Julie twisted her lips into a small, unrepentant smile. "What did *I* do? Oh, Tyler, don't act innocent here. You cannot sleep with someone and expect no consequences." "Consequences?!" His voice increased, booming off the walls, and his control slipped with each phrase. "Yes, Tyler. *Consequences.*" She crossed her arms, her tone excruciatingly chilly. "This is as much your issue as it is mine. "You can't just decide when you want to be a father." Tyler looked at her, his heart racing in his chest. "I'm not trying to…" "Save it," Julie said, her gaze tightening. "I am tired of your excuse
As I stepped inside, the office door creaked open, and the subtle aroma of leather and coffee enveloped me like a familiar embrace. Tyler looked up from behind his desk, his tie slightly loosened and his hair mussed just enough to suggest the turmoil of his morning. Despite the strain on his face, his expression relaxed as he spotted me. "Sam," he exclaimed, standing as if just seeing me had removed an invisible weight off his shoulders. I smiled, feeling warmth rush through me as he approached and pulled me into his arms. "Miss me already?" I teased, but the reality was, I missed him more than I wanted to admit. "Always," he said, his voice low as his chin touched my hair. I drew back slightly and studied his face. There were lines I hadn't noticed before, and his eyes appeared tireder than usual, but he concealed it well. "How are things at the company?" I asked, stepping back and perching myself on the edge of his desk. "You mentioned it's been intriguing. "What is going
"Impressive as always, Sam," said the soft, familiar voice behind me. I froze as the paintbrush slipped from my fingers and onto the palette below. Even after all these time, that voice still sent shivers down my spine. I slowly turned, my heart thumping. There he was. Caleb stood in the doorway of my gallery, his fitted suit faultless, his dark eyes glinting with the same blend of charm and cunning that I'd always adored. I hadn't seen him since the day he terminated everything, the day I discovered he was a false asshole and shattered any trust I'd thought we had. "Caleb," I murmured, my voice measured, disguising the upheaval his sudden entrance had caused. "What are you doing here?" He moved deeper inside, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets, taking in the half-finished pieces littered across the room. "What? No 'long time, no see'? "I thought we were better than that. I folded my arms and leaned on the edge of the worktable. "Caleb, I don't recall us bei
Tyler walked into his office, his movements quick and determined, the slight echo of his shined shoes bouncing off the marble floors. His jacket fell loosely over his shoulder, and his tie was slightly crooked, indicating the type of morning he'd had: rushed, tense, and full of unanswered questions. Ben was already sitting on the edge of one of the beautiful leather seats opposite Tyler's desk, clutching a stack of papers in his palm. His brow wrinkled, and his posture seemed particularly stiff. Tyler didn't bother with politeness. "What was that in the mail you sent me?" Tyler demanded, dropping his jacket on the back of his chair. Ben rose promptly, handing out the papers. "Sir, this is about the Smith Corporation. They approved the parameters of the joint venture, but there's... something else. Tyler narrowed his eyes as he took the documents and flipped over the pages. "Anything else?" Can you elaborate, Ben?" Ben paused, running his hand through his short hair. "It i
As soon as I walked into Ann's living room, her cheeky smile greeted me from the sofa. She was resting with one leg curled beneath her, a steaming mug of tea in her hand, and a knowing expression that only Ann could carry off. "I knew it," she replied, without waiting for me to seat down. I froze in the doorway, still clutching my overnight bag. "Knew what?" I inquired, pretending innocence, though the heat rising up my neck was already betraying me. Ann lifted an eyebrow and slowly sipped her tea, her gaze never leaving mine. "You know that vibe when your bestie doesn't spend the night at home, and then she strolls in the next morning looking like she's just been hit by Cupid's arrow?" She tilted her head, her grin growing wider. "Yeah, *that's* what." I rolled my eyes and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "Oh, Ann, I'm too tired for this," I exclaimed theatrically, dumping my suitcase beside the door. "Too tired, my ass," she responded, standing up and crossin
"Sir, the Smiths Corporation finally mailed the approved file," Ben explained as he entered Tyler's office, clutching a sleek black folder. His tone was a mix of relief and enthusiasm, as if he had just emerged from weeks of uncertainty. "This is official. We are cleared to proceed. This could be the largest transaction of the year for us." Tyler looked up from his desk, his keen, focused stare fixed on the document in Ben's fingers."Finally," he said softly, reclining back in his chair. The prior two weeks had been exhausting, but hearing those words was like a breath of new air. "Good job, Ben. "How quickly can we get everything moving?" "Immediately. "The team has already been mobilized," Ben said with a grin. "I'll oversee the first stages personally." Tyler nodded. "Good. Also, ensure that this happens smoothly. There is no room for error on this one. "Not after all we've been through." Ben hesitated, his smile fading somewhat. "About that... We're starting the process
The faint sound of flowing water jolted me up from my sleep. My eyes widened as a sliver of sunlight crept through the thick curtains, throwing a golden glow across the room. For a brief period, everything felt surreal.. soft sheets against my skin, lingering warmth beside me, and a sense of weightlessness that contrasted with the mayhem I'd brought to bed. Then it struck me. I bolted upright, my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Oh, God," I said under my breath, reaching for my phone. The screen flashed up, and I grumbled. 7:03 AM. I smacked my forehead, a wave of terror and astonishment sweeping over me. "Did I… did I really spend the night here?" I mumbled, looking around Tyler's bedroom. The duvet shifted gently, and I froze, my breath hitching. I slowly lifted it, feeling a mixture of shock and heat as I glanced at my exposed flesh. "Oh, crap." The taste of his lips, the way his hands had seized every inch of me, and the sound of my name murmured like a prayer all
"What's going through that head of yours?" Tyler's voice pierced through the dense silence, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes narrowing. "How you almost took my life," I responded harshly, my voice bearing the weight of years I'd tried to forget. "Or better still, how I almost lost my life because of you." I turned away and walked towards the big staircase. My fingers brushed against the smooth, polished wood of the railing, and the memories surged back like a tidal wave. The last time I came here, I stormed down those steps in despair, the world shattering beneath my feet. My chest clenched as I got closer, and the echoes of that night became louder. Even now, the arguments, pain, and accident were too vivid and raw. "Sam," Tyler's voice sounded from behind me, quieter and almost plaintive. I felt him get closer, his warmth just behind me, and before I could react, his arms slid around my waist. A flood of emotions that I couldn't control