"Y-You black-hearted bitch of the century!" Cameron snarled, her voice quivering after breaking her teeth-grinding silence.I smiled silently. They were the ones who had started everything—framing me, plotting my downfall—and yet, every time I managed to turn the tables on them, they projected their own shittiness onto me.I just couldn't believe people could be this shameless.I was about to finish my chocolate drink when I saw her snatch up her coffee.The moment her coffee came hurtling toward me, my body moved on its own. Without thinking, I flung mine at her as hard as I could.I had put more force into my throw—and I had more hot chocolate than she had coffee. Thus, I won.My drink drenched her, splattering some of her coffee back at her. Had she not already drunk most of it, I would have been soaked in this clash too.God was on my side—I just knew it.The sudden conflict shocked the other patrons.Cameron stood frozen, still gripping her mug, stunned and dumbfounded.
I thought Cameron had learned her lesson. I didn't expect her to try again—let alone with someone's help.It was a Saturday.Jean, Soleil, and I had planned to meet up at the Oriole.I'd worked overtime that day before rushing over in the evening. After greeting them both, I got a call from Lola."Oof. I gotta take this one. You guys go ahead," I said."Aren't you the busiest woman in the world, Tay?" Jean snarked.I left the room and answered. "Hello?""How are you doing, Taylor dear?" Lola asked.This was such an obvious lead-up to something else. "Aunt Lola, I'm busy. Just get to the point.""Okay," she replied, a little embarrassed. "It's about your dad. He's going to be imprisoned, isn't he? Are you really just going to let that happen?""Oh great. Here comes another one," I muttered."Uh, yeah? Because I'm the one who put him there? What, am I supposed to fish him out? And how exactly would that benefit me?" I replied, amused. "Besides, he genuinely broke the law. Mult
After a brief silence, Lola replied excitedly, "You mean it?!""Of course. Ever since I acquired these shares, trouble has followed me nonstop—even down to making these calls. At this point, I'd rather just liquidate them!" I replied.Lola ignored the subtle jab and laughed sweetly. "How much do you want to sell them for?""They're worth 10,000,000 dollars right now, but I'll sell them to you for less. After all, you're family," I said. "8,000,000.""Oh, that's a bit much. I can't afford that right now… Can't you lower the price? We're family, remember?" she replied, her tone laced with greed.I knew her family could easily afford it, so I wasn't about to budge. "I'm already selling at a loss here, Aunt Lola. If you think it's too expensive, I'll just sell them to other shareholders. I'm sure they'd be happy to—""Wait, Taylor! Give me until tomorrow!" "Alright, but not too long," I warned. "Otherwise, I'll sell them to other shareholders.""I'll talk to your uncle and get bac
Soleil chuckled. "Hey, just because I can't drink doesn't mean you girls can't!""That's not fair! It has to be all three of us!" I tried to persuade her. I was in such a good mood—I just wanted to celebrate with them. "You can drink just a few sips!""No, I can't do that unless…" She pouted. "You tell my brother and get him to approve it.""What? Why can't you do it yourself?""He won't say yes at all if I'm the one calling!" Soleil tugged on my arm. "Come on, Tay-Tay, I really wanna give it a try… Help me out here!""B-But… me?!""Just call Mr. Kenway and let him know. Tell him we're at the Oriole and that it's gonna be fine. I'll even get someone to drive Sol home. It's 100% safe!" Jean chimed in.I frowned at them.Soleil had already taken out her phone and called her brother! And she even had it on loudspeaker!Before I could stop her, Soren's gentle voice came through. "Sol? What is it?"Soleil gestured at me madly.I steeled myself. "Uh-hem, it's me. Taylor. Uh, Sol i
We divided the wine equally among ourselves. It was delicious but not at all intoxicating.As we were finishing our meal, I sent Soren a heads-up.Soren: [I'll be there in half an hour.]Estimating when he'd arrive, we decided to leave.Jean insisted on seeing us off, following us all the way to the entrance.Soren's car pulled up just in time.Jean casually sidled up next to me and whispered, "Spill the tea, girl. When did you two start?""What do you mean? Are you drunk?" I replied, feigning innocence."Miss me with your acting, Tay!""You're misjudging our relationship, Jeannie," I said sincerely. "I'm not even legally divorced yet. How could we possibly be together? Even if I were, I'm the daughter of a white-collar criminal who's in jail! How are we supposed to be together?"Jean fell silent. Even she knew the gap between Soren and me was too wide."Ren! Yoo-hoo!" Soleil called out as the car window rolled down.Michael stepped out from the passenger side and opened th
"Then you should sit in the middle. It's more convenient for me that way!" I turned, sidestepping her and pushing her in front of me.Soleil spun and shoved me forward. "I am not sitting with Ren! He's so gonna nag me again!"Oh my God, the embarrassment of taking turns shoving each other while the car sat there for minutes…In the end, I had to sit in the middle.His scent immediately flooded my senses—fresh, musky, regal.I gulped. It felt like the half of my body closest to him had suddenly been ennobled."Bye, Jeannie! Thanks for the meal!" Soleil called out.Jean waved back.The window started to roll up. The car was turning claustrophobic.My muscles tensed."Oh, that was so much fun. Jeannie meets the weirdest guys." Soleil sighed, leaning against my shoulder—squeezing me even closer to the other side…Before I could say anything, Soren suddenly spoke. "How much did you drink?""Not a lot! I could drink one more bottle of that stuff!"Soren chuckled darkly. "Ah, I s
I was pretty sure Soleil wasn't asleep. She had to be quietly listening in, waiting for tea…Silence enveloped Soren and me, thick with awkwardness. The air felt stifling, and I grew uncomfortably hot.Was it nervousness, or was the wine finally catching up with me? I tried to suffer through it quietly, but my back was beginning to sweat."Um, is the AC working? I'm feeling a little stuffy…"Soren's driver was a young man with tanned skin and a muscular build. He looked like a soldier doubling as Soren's bodyguard.He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, obviously stunned. "It's 22°C, Miss Jones."Shit. That was supposed to be the optimum temperature!Before I could respond, Soren added, "Turn the temperature down a little, please.""Alright.""Not too low. Soleil might feel cold," I interjected.Soren turned slightly in her direction and smirked faintly. "Your acting's not too shabby.""Oh, just get on with your chit-chat. Right now, I don't exist…" she muttered, her
As a consolation, they had told me I'd make a perfect lingerie model. They had suggested I consider it.Consider my ass! I loved money, but that was a line I would never cross!Besides, I'd already been harassed several times by creeps while working as a model. When Edward heard about it, he insisted I quit the job.Reflecting on it now, I had to admit—those days were truly wonderful. I stayed busy, yes, but I was full of energy, and each day felt like a fresh adventure. I never felt tired .I couldn't say the same these days, though. As the head of a company, I was constantly overwhelmed. Even spending time with my closest friends over good food and wine had become a rare indulgence.A single, innocent remark sent my mind spiraling down memory lane.In the real world, however, Soren was still trying to understand what I meant. "Your figure is somehow not qualified?""No. If I were, I'd be a supermodel by now," I replied.He fell into stunned silence, but I was too self-conscio
"So what? It's always couples' intimacy hour everywhere," Soren replied with a grin, leaning in for a kiss.I turned away. "You reek of alcohol!"He sniffed himself, clearly thinking he smelled bad, too. I expected him to ignore it and keep going, but instead, he pulled me upright. "Let's go. To the showers!"I guessed he was worried that our first time after two years would be ruined by bad breath and stench.He tried to lift me into his arms, but I was concerned he might be too tipsy. We had a playful struggle before he finally scooped me up in a bridal carry."I told you. I'm not drunk!" he insisted.I realized there was no escaping him today, so I reminded him, "Our son is still at the hospital, Soren. With Aunt Sarah.""Mm-hmm. Once his mommy and daddy love each other very much, he'll see us.""Soren! Be serious!""Loving my wife is the most serious thing there is."-Two months later, my grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep. Soren and I had only just woken u
I got up and shot Soren a glance. "You guys must have been worried about him over these two years. Thank you for taking care of him.""Why, you're welcome," Richard replied with exaggerated pomp. "He didn't torment us, actually. He took it out on his subordinates. He worked like a machine, and everyone under him had to do the same. You should really thank his employees the most!"A pang shot through me as I looked at Soren. I'd heard about this from Jean, but hearing it again from his close friends only deepened that painful regret.I thought I'd been kind, but it was likely the cruelest thing I'd ever done to him. And yet, he held no blame against me and still loved me.It moved me. I filled both our glasses to the brim.Soren looked baffled. "What are you doing? They didn't specifically want to make you drink—""A toast to our relationship, my love," I said, passing him his glass.Soren froze, clearly not expecting this from me.The crowd, though, had already erupted into che
Being with Soren felt like a walk in the sunniest, coolest spring. He told me he loved me, and that made me his equal.Know what? It made me feel confident all of a sudden.We locked eyes for a long time before I pulled away."I… I'm basically unemployed right now," I muttered.I was about to launch a new business, but my grandmother's illness and my son's age forced me to set everything aside again."It wasn't easy raising a child alone, Tay, so don't put so much pressure on yourself. Besides, with your skills, it's only a matter of time before your career takes off again."I beamed. "You really think so? That's a lot of confidence, dude.""Of course I do." He held my hands. "Starting a business takes time and energy, so how about you move in with me? I'll raise our son while you focus on what you want to do."I laughed. "Oh God, was that the whole point of this talk from the start?"Soren laughed as well, his handsome face relaxing. "Well, now that we're getting married, whe
Soren smiled. "No need to doubt. That was one of my ulterior motives."So he wanted me to agree to our marriage because he wanted sex?!I stared at him, unmoving."Come on, I'm sending you both up," he said, his driver's presence making things awkward.Soren took the baby from my arms and strode inside.In the elevator, he stared at me without blinking.I grew self-conscious. "What?""Nothing. I just wanted to look at you, not missing a single detail," Soren replied matter-of-factly. "I hadn't dared do that before we started talking again because I was afraid you might be upset."I felt even more embarrassed.He set Silas in the cot, then turned to me and walked away.It was too late. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I saw his face loom over mine and cried out, "Don't do this, Soren! This is Amanda's place!"His reason and restraint were still functioning, turning his kiss into a brief peck."When will you move to my villa?" he breathed."N
I knew what had happened to me. I knew what two years had done to my face. A woman aged much faster when she had a child, after all.Celebrities looked the way they did because they didn't bear the weight of child-rearing. They had the money to pamper their faces and dedicate themselves to rigorous exercise routines.I had raised my son on my own. I had help when I needed it most, but most of the time, it was just me."So, you don't think I've grown older and uglier?" I muttered.Soren laughed."Oh, I do!" he teased. "But you're the mother of my son.""What does that mean?! And you said you weren't pitying me!"He laughed again—this time, affectionately. "I was joking. I don't think you're any less than who you were back then. I actually wish you'd grow older, too. That way, only I remain by your side."I couldn't come up with a response to something so ridiculous."Do you need me to throw a grand, elaborate proposal to finally convince you I'm serious about wanting to spend t
"It's the way he looks at you. His eyes look suspicious!"Suspicious, my ass. Jamie was so far away from him by now that there was no way Soren could see anything in Jamie's "eyes."I sneered. "Don't be daft. He's got a girlfriend now." "Oh, really?""Yes, really. Can we go now?"My old colleagues had been staring at us, and I really didn't want to become the subject of their gossip. I just wanted to leave.Soren finally told the driver to go.Silas had probably exhausted himself from crying. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in my arms.Soren stretched his arms out. "Let me.""I'm fine. It's okay for him to sleep like this. My arms are fine," I replied.I didn't want to give him an excuse to enter Amanda's residence with me again. I was only here temporarily, and I certainly didn't want things to get... steamy and intimate at her place. Besides, I didn't want to be steamy with him, period.Soren withdrew his arms sheepishly and snickered to himself.Annoyed, and
"Hello?""When are you coming back?" Soren asked in a low voice.I stood and left the lively private room. "I'm having lunch with some old colleagues. What's up?""Wow. So while I was trying to handle our son, you went out to have fun," he whined.Please. He wanted Silas with him—he was just being dramatic.The wine gave me enough courage to respond, "Weren't you the one complaining about missing out on your son's childhood? I'm just being considerate.""Fine. Where are you? I'll bring Silas to you. He wants his mom now—no one here can calm him down," he replied.Just as I had expected.I figured lunch was nearing its end anyway, so I gave him the address. "Call me when you arrive. I'll meet you at the entrance.""Got it."I returned to the room and quietly told Amanda, "I have to leave soon. You guys go ahead."She checked her phone. "Nah, we should all start packing up. We still have to work this afternoon!""Oh, right."I paid for our meal while the others chatted.Whe
The company had seen some new hires, but many were familiar faces.Case in point: Cherry Birkin. Now Amanda's assistant and principal secretary, she was ecstatic to see me."Tay-Tay! You're back!" she cried, rushing over to grab my arms. "It really is you! I'm so glad you came to see us. After disappearing for two years, I honestly thought you'd never come back!"Amanda, who had been the one to welcome me, stood beside me, smiling. "See? Your old colleagues have been complaining about you being heartless.""Aww, I'm sorry for being gone so long! How about this? Lunch is on me! Cherry, gather the old crew and invite them over!""You got it!" she replied eagerly.I stepped into Amanda's office—the same one where I used to work.A lot had changed in the interior, but everything felt warm and welcoming. The company was thriving under her and Jamie's leadership.There was a knock at the door. I turned to see the man himself."So, you really are back, Taylor," he said with a grin. "
I was irritated. If I were being generous, I'd say Soren was being proactive. If I were being honest, though, I'd call it disrespectful—he was undermining my agency!"I haven't even agreed to this yet!" I snapped, straightening my back and glaring at him as the seniors watched. "Who gave you the right to make decisions for me?!"Soren barely reacted. "You overthink everything. You hesitate more than you need to, so I thought... why not just ask your grandmother and aunt?"Turning to Sarah, he added, "What do you think, Aunt Sarah? Do you approve of us being together?"Sarah blinked, stunned, then shot a quick glance at my grandmother. My grandmother raised her hand, as though she had something to say. I leaned in immediately. "I'm listening, Grandma..."She took a deep breath, grasped my hand, and said, her voice raspy, "I can tell… Ren really loves you… You have a child now… It's good for you two to just get married."She paused, then added, "That way, I… can finally let go...