The next morning arrived with a soft, golden glow seeping through the curtains, casting warm patches of light across my room. I stretched beneath the cozy embrace of my covers, momentarily forgetting the weight of the world outside my windows. Aria's voice, gentle but anxious, broke through the haze
Scarlett scanned the document, her eyes narrowing as she read the contents. "This is… harsh, to say the least." I nodded, bitterness coloring my voice. "Stella knows how to play dirty.” Scarlett and I continued to huddle over the lengthy document. After absorbing the infuriating terms, Scarlett
TIMOTHY POV Timothy had been enjoying a rare moment of peace in his apartment, perched on the edge of his leather couch, as Duke chased the toy around. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the open window, and the soothing hum of the city outside served as a pleasant backdrop to his thoughts.
As I sat across from Scarlett in the dimly lit corner booth of a cozy downtown restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a storm of emotions brewing within me. She had called me earlier that day, asking if I could meet her and Timothy to discuss things over dinner. I agreed, though the thought of meeting
“Yes,” Scarlett chimed in. “Less time worrying about legal matters means more time worrying about the wedding. And it makes you look like a responsible man by taking such a ‘heavy’ burden off your fiance’s shoulders.” Silence hung heavy in the air as Timothy considered our proposal. Scarlett watch
TIMOTHY POV Timothy parked his car in the sprawling lot outside the grand building that Stella and her father had chosen as the venue for the wedding. The late afternoon sun bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden light, but Timothy felt far from peaceful. There was a sense of determination as
As I sat at home, I found myself engrossed in a book, trying to lose myself in its pages and forget about the world around me. My phone chimed, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen to see a message from Scarlett saying that she wanted me to come over lunch as a thank you for my help on he
TIMOTHY POV Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella's good side and getting