"She might have loved you a little, but it's not as deeply as you tell yourself. She wanted to marry you because you were Taylor's fiancé. She's doing this to piss her off and take everything from her."Edward smiled cryptically. "Come on. Taylor told you that, didn't she? It's not true. Maddie's a guileless, innocent little girl. She's a bit impulsive and stubborn, but she's not a schemer."The expression on Jean's face was utterly indescribable. "God, here's a man who thinks he's big-brained suddenly getting his IQ dropped to room temperature. Wake up, dude. A pick-me girl is playing you like a fiddle."I blurted out a laugh.Edward's face darkened even more, and he began to look humiliated. He turned away.Jean wasn't about to let him off so easily. "Maddie has always been jealous of everything Taylor has. She absolutely can't stand Taylor getting anything nice for once."She'll do anything to snatch whatever Taylor has. If she can't do that, she'll destroy it just to make sur
Jean sneered. "You know what I think? I think she just wanted to steal your man at first. But she bought into her own bullshit so much, she ended up falling in love for real."I was too stunned to even comment.Jean continued. "Edward might act like he doesn't believe me, but I know he's got seeds of doubt inside him. They're gonna get into a fight real soon, Tay-Tay, mark my words."Aunt Patricia told me that treating cancer is grueling, and Maddison lashed out at people every day. The members of her treatment team keep changing because of it, and still, no one can handle her."How much do you think Edward loves her and vice versa? Can they really weather this challenge together?"Hard to believe it, man. I don't even think those two really love each other!"I nodded slowly. "Now I see why Edward showed up and tried to be nice to me."He must have been secretly sick of Maddison's abuse and was starting to miss all the good things I had done for him.Jean shot me a severe look.
Cherry said, her voice tinged with excitement, "The Kenways! You know, the mysterious Kenway family? The one whose ancestor founded this nation? The family of modern aristocrats?"The Kenways have always been shrouded in mystery. Hardly anything is ever known about them! And yet, they came to 'us' for a design!"If word of this deal gets out, every other member of the rich and elite will be ordering from us!"A manager chirped, "We're getting rich!""Hold up!" I interrupted, forcing myself to stay calm. "Are you sure we're not being scammed?"Cherry rolled her eyes. "I've already verified the man's identity, Tay-Tay. He was well-mannered, polite, and even paid a deposit."I was stunned."So, when are you free? You'll be swamped with agendas next month, so my suggestion is to schedule your appointment over these days as soon as possible!""I know, I know!" I replied, barely able to contain my excitement.This was our ticket to fame, fortune, glory, and God knew what else!Ther
Cherry and I got into the car without much thought, moving mechanically.Ironically, the driver—complete with a pair of white gloves—seemed far more at ease. He was also friendly, chatting with us briefly and encouraging us to relax.We had been on the main road for about an hour when the car turned onto a path concealed by verdant woods."We're almost at Beaumont now," the driver announced.We soon reached an entry point guarded by soldiers carrying actual guns.One of them signaled the driver to stop, prompting him to show his documents.Only after that were we allowed to proceed.Cherry looked bewildered. "Are we… in some sort of military base?!"I was just as shocked, but I managed to keep it to myself."Ah, the top approved this procedure, ma'am."Since the head of the Kenway family retired and now resides in Beaumont, every vehicle entering or leaving is strictly monitored."Family members only need to show their ID, but any guest or unaffiliated vehicle undergoes much
But I was sure I did not know the Kenways!"You're such a beauty, Miss Jones! A lively, shapely, brilliant young woman just from appearance alone."Oh my God. I thought I would receive a standard greeting, but instead, she showered me with affection almost immediately!Everyone always said I was a beauty, and yes, whenever I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder who that gorgeous babe was…But the Kenways must have seen all sorts of people with different kinds of beauty already! How could someone like me still elicit praise?Nah. She was just a good conversationalist, skilled at making others feel comfortable in a social situation.Charles leaned closer to me and whispered, "Uh, Miss Jones? This is Madame Lisbeth Kenway."I immediately smiled and nodded. "Good morning, Madame Kenway. Thank you.""What a melodious voice!" she exclaimed.I felt my cheeks burning. "I… I could say the same for you, ma'am. You're incredibly youthful-looking, but I admire your demeanor ev
Lisbeth frowned. "That wasn't your fault at all. You're the victim!""Thank you for your understanding, ma'am.""Are you still in love with the Kennedys' scion?""Nah. I'm focusing on my career," I replied, measuring another one of her relatives' waists.A lean silhouette appeared near the stairs.I hadn't noticed him at first, but someone else did and greeted him, "Soren! Sorry, has our commotion bothered you?""No. I've finished my work," a crisp, dulcet voice replied.I was reminded of the owner of the handkerchief. It was the same clear voice that could cut through the din.I looked up.It was the first time I could see Soren Kenway properly.The furtive glance I had shot him at the wedding had not done him any justice.The man was incredibly handsome—tall, lean, upright, and strong. He had the air of a field commander.No, he had the air of a superhero. Someone firmly on the side of good. Someone who exuded an air of incorruptible authority and nobility.And yet, when
"Mm-hmm." I nodded, avoiding his gaze.Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression.I switched to a longer tape and requested, "Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway."As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6'3'' tall. I was lucky to be 5'8'' myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him.I finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit unsure.Should I measure from the front or the back?What was even more striking was that every woman in the room had stopped talking and was now staring at us.I suddenly felt very nervous. The tips of my ears were burning—maybe even turning pink.Soren noticed my hesitation and asked, "What's the matter, Miss Jones?""Uh… You're… tall!" I blurted out."Should I crouch?""No! I mean, there's no need," I replied hastily.I bit my lip, steeled myself, and decided to measure him from
Even through Soren's clothes, I could feel his thigh muscles—strong, compact, and powerful.His entire body was as perfect as a professional male model's, judging by the proportions of his waist and hips, his shoulders, thighs, height, and leg length."Did you record everything, Cherry?" I asked, as matter-of-factly as I could."Yeap."I put away my tools and began asking each client for their preferences.Some liked empire dresses, while others preferred loose cuts. The older women favored longer hemlines, while the younger ones opted for short skirts.I made notes on my tablet.-By the time we were done, it was nearly noon.Lisbeth invited us to lunch, but I felt we had overstayed our welcome. I made up an excuse about needing to be in my office.Soren glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. "I've got lunch with Mr. Chance, so I can't stay either.""Great. You can see Miss Jones off," Lisbeth replied."T-That won't be necessary, ma'am. I—"Before I could finish, he a
Before I could respond, Jean asked, "Don't you think this is a bit unfair to your son? His father's still alive, yet he'll never get to know him.""I didn't say he won't ever see his dad. I just… don't want it to happen now," I muttered.I was afraid Soren would fight for custody. I thought it might be better to wait until Silas was old enough to make his own informed decisions. Then, if I had to, I'd let them meet."But this is when a son needs his dad the most! A father missing out on his child's early years will be something both of them regret deeply," Jean said gently.Her words echoed in my head. Thoughts spun out of control. I just wanted the conversation to end."I… I'll think about it. You should get some rest, too. Tomorrow we're going on an excursion!"-Jean stayed for four days before flying off to her next destination. Her family had been pressuring her to find a boyfriend for the past two years, and she'd spent every major festival, including Brigidlia, abroad jus
Soren had no idea whether I was still single or how I was faring. Just in case he ever needed to escape the confines his family had imposed on him and rescue me from my misery, he had chosen to remain single himself.The thought of hearing about me after he married must fill him with dread. If I was still alone, he wanted to be my partner again. He longed to be with me, but his family had ensnared him.My son had finished his bath. I rocked him to sleep before returning to the living room.Jean was gazing at the night view from the balcony. She turned to me. "I'm surprised people here celebrate Brigidlia too.""There are people who share our ethnicity and culture everywhere. A festival helps them feel connected.""So, is my boy asleep?" she asked."Mm-hmm. I don't let him nap too much during the day so he can sleep early at night. Then I can get some time to myself."She stared at me for a few seconds. "You're a goddamn superwoman, aren't you? Raising a kid on your own and still
I had dreamed of Soren several times over the past two years.Each time, he would see how difficult it had been to raise the child alone and strangle me, shouting, "I told you, didn't I? If I hear any news about your life being anything less than perfect, I'll drag you back here, whether you want it or not!"I would wake up with a start, muttering bitterly, "Why is this just a dream?"I missed Soren.Sometimes, I daydreamed about his reaction to seeing his own son. Other times, I imagined us getting back together and living as a real, happy family.That would be so great.Jean nodded. "I think so too! Do you know he's still single? I don't think he's let go of you yet.""That's impossible. Maybe he doesn't want a romantic relationship at all."She shook her head. "I heard that his grandfather's condition has worsened. He probably doesn't have long. And yet Soren still ignores his command to marry.""His grandfather is sick again?""What do you mean again? He's old and sick. I
I watched the city shrink below me before it blurred into nothingness.A young girl sitting next to me noticed and silently passed me a packet of tissues.I thanked her and tried to bury the emotions stirring inside me, doing my best to stifle the pain.The long flight was exhausting.I finally fell asleep, leaving the pain behind as I drifted into the waking hours.-Two years later, Jean arrived in Loegria to see her godson.I picked her up at the airport with him in tow.I spotted her from a distance and waved excitedly.Silas Jones, in his pram, waved back, babbling, "Jea-Jea! Jea-Jea!"By then, Silas was 15 months old. He could walk well but still hadn't learned to speak much.Jean hurried toward us, dragging her suitcase. "I'm finally here! The plane was delayed! I hope you weren't too worried…"I wrapped her in a tight embrace. "I'm fine! I saw the delay on the FIDS board. I wasn't in a rush, so I decided to wait."Jean looked down at Silas, scanning him from head t
After calming myself, I finally drove home.When I arrived, Amanda was surprised. "Hey, I thought you left before I did! When I didn't see you, I thought you went out to eat with Jean."I shook my head. "Nah. There was a traffic jam."I'd packed my personal belongings from my office into a box.Amanda looked at me closely and asked, "Hey, are you okay? I know how much you invested in this brand. It took a lot to get here. It must hurt to sell it now.""I'm a little sad, but it is what it is. I don't feel too bad about it.""Well, you don't sound too upbeat."I sank onto the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted. "He called me while I was on my way back.""He? You mean Soren?""Yeah.""What did he say? Did he want you to get back together?" Her gaze fell to my abdomen. "Did he find out about the pregnancy?"I shook my head. "No. I sold the company and returned his money. He called to ask where the money came from.""He suspected something, didn't he?""Suspected? He knew. He st
Soren finally asked, hesitantly, "Is that really the reason?"Oh, he believed me."Of course. What else?" I retorted.I was grateful this conversation was happening over the phone. If it had been face-to-face, I would've fallen apart in panic."I thought you were doing this to avoid me," he said, his tone cold.My heart skipped a beat, but I feigned calmness. "Don't overthink it. We've been broken up for a while now. If I wanted to avoid you, I would've done so long ago."He fell silent again. I knew it was time to hang up. The longer I spoke, the more openings he would find.Just as I was about to say goodbye, he asked, "You've moved?"He'd been trying to find me recently!Panic surged through me, and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. "Yeah. Just recently.""To avoid me?""No! My college friend Amanda is staying in Metropolis now. Do you remember her? She was there during the centennial too. She even sat in your car—""I know who she is," he interrupted. "I rememb
Jean was efficient. She convinced her family to buy the Edwardian Taylor in record time. When the news broke, my colleagues were alarmed, thinking something bad had happened.I sent out a notice telling everyone not to panic. No one would be fired after the change of ownership. I also told them to keep the news under wraps.I worried that Soren was still watching my business and me. Maybe he'd notice something was off.The acquisition process went smoothly. I lowballed my company's price as a quiet thank-you for all the help I'd received along the way.Jean's father signed the contract and paid me immediately.Seeing the sudden swell in my bank account was dizzying. This company represented years of effort, bearing witness to my first relationship and even my civil partnership.And now, it was sold. The man who had started this with me was in prison, while I was preparing to leave.Everything is impermanent.I took some time to collect myself before paying off the remaining deb
"Cause' I miss you?" I replied.We went to the Oriole. Amanda and I had been there once before—back when we met Candy and tricked her into paying for our food.This time, I swapped wine for a fruit punch and thanked Amanda for coming. While we waited for our food, I got straight to the point.Amanda looked stunned. "Is… today supposed to be April first?"I laughed. "Ha! No. This isn't a joke. I'm going to sell the company and make you my COO. If you agree, then Jeannie will be your boss, not me."Jamie's contract hadn't matured yet, so he was still the manager instead of the COO. That's why I had so much work—covering that empty position, too.Amanda stared at me, confused. "But… why? Why sell your company? Are you… in trouble?""No, it's because…" I trailed off, unsure if anyone might be listening.I leaned in and whispered in her ear instead.Amanda blinked, clearly bewildered. She looked at my abdomen. "Soren's?!"I nodded."Oh my god. Are you sure you're not the main cha
I had been pretty worried about what to eat for lunch, but Jean's question solved the problem. I was craving food from the Oriole!"My usual favorites. If you'd be so kind, hee hee.""I'll get the cook on it.""Aww, you're the best, Jeannie," I cooed.Unfortunately, Jean saw through me. "Hmph! Flattery won't get you anywhere, lady! You're still going to get an earful when I get there!"Cherry returned from walking Bullet and asked what I wanted for lunch. I told her Jean was on her way with a feast."Oh! Should I return to the office now?""Nah. Stay and enjoy lunch with me first, at least!"Jean arrived a little after 11:00 p.m. with the Oriole's finest.As I lunged at the food, Jean asked, "You're not showing morning sickness yet, huh?""Nah. My pregnancy is still early. I'm fine." I was planning to use my relatively good appetite now to indulge and store energy for my little one.It was this thought that made me realize I still wanted to keep the baby."Jeannie, I want t