The glow of the city lights outside the window did little to ease the chill settling in Michelle's bones. She sank into the armchair in the guest room, eyes fixed on her phone screen as if willing it to stay silent. The encounter with Isabelle still clung to her skin, a warning she couldn't shake. Her fingers trembled when the phone finally buzzed. The number was unfamiliar, but a dark intuition twisted in her gut as she swiped to open the message. I know what you did, Michelle. Secrets don’t stay buried forever. We both know that. — A Her breath hitched, blood draining from her face. Alex. It had to be. The words were sharp, each letter a taunt dipped in venom. Michelle’s vision blurred, memories clawing to the surface—the lies, the mistakes, the secrets she’d fought so desperately to forget. The room seemed to close in, the walls too tight, too suffocating. How did he bring it up all of a sudden? After all these years, how much did he know? And worse—what did he plan to do with i
The conference room buzzed with low murmurs, the city skyline gleaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Michelle forced herself to focus on the blueprints spread before her, tracing the lines of the proposed design with trembling fingers. Across the table, Miranda’s laugh rang out—light and melodic, a siren song that seemed to draw Raymond’s attention effortlessly. It annoyed her more than she wanted to admit. They were supposed to be finalizing the presentation for the upcoming board meeting, but every time Miranda leaned in, brushing her hand against Raymond’s arm or whispering something that coaxed a faint smirk from him, Michelle’s grip tightened around her pen. She hated how much their interaction affected her. “The layout flows well,” Miranda remarked, pointing at a section of the blueprint. “But if we adjust the spacing here, it could maximize the natural lighting.” Her gaze flickered to Raymond, eyes warm and admiring. “What do you think?” Raymond nodded, expression unr
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken accusations. Michelle’s heart pounded as she watched Raymond’s gaze shift from her to the scattered documents on the floor. “I asked you a question,” he said, stepping further into the room, his expression unreadable. Michelle forced herself to stand tall despite her fear, and the tremor in her hands. “I was looking for answers,” she admitted. “And now I have them.” Raymond’s jaw tightened. “You think sneaking around my study and going through my stuff is the way to do that?” She exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You act like I’m the enemy, but if you actually looked at these documents, you’d see that I’m not the problem—they are.” She gestured toward the files, her voice rising. “Eleanor and Isabelle are planning to take everything from you!” His eyes darkened. “You think I don’t know that?” Michelle faltered. “Then why—?” Raymond turned away, running a hand through his hair. “You think you’re the only one
The whispers hadn’t stopped. Michelle knew that proving her innocence once wasn’t enough. Eleanor’s false accusations had been debunked, but the office gossip had a life of its own. “She’s only here because of her last name.” “She seduced Raymond to secure her position.” “I heard Eleanor wants her gone. I wonder how long before she succeeds.” Michelle sighed, gripping her coffee cup tighter as she walked past a cluster of employees who immediately fell silent after seeing her. Their forced smiles didn’t fool her. She wasn’t naive enough to think they were scared of her or had suddenly started respecting her. Reaching her office, she found Chloe already inside, arms crossed,lips in a thin line, and her expression set to serious business mode. “You look like you’re about to drop a bomb,” Michelle said, setting her coffee down. “Because I am.” Chloe handed her a folder. “Isabelle’s making moves, and I don’t mean her usual passive-aggressive nonsense.” Michelle frowned as she flip
For a long moment, silence stretched between Michelle and Raymond. Her heart pounded as she racked her brain to come up with an excuse , a reasonable explanation—one that didn’t make her sound like the corporate version of a cat burglar. “This isn’t what it looks like, I promise” she blurted. Raymond arched a brow. “Oh? Is that so? Because it looks like you’re snooping through Miranda’s emails.” Michelle let out a nervous laugh. “Snooping is such a strong word. I prefer… accidental investigation.” His expression didn’t change. Okay, so he wasn’t buying it. She sighed. “Fine. I was looking for proof. You said you needed real evidence to stop Eleanor and her minions. Well, I just found an email about a plan moving forward—which sounds pretty incriminating, don’t you think?” Raymond stepped inside, his gaze flicking to the screen. But before he could read the email— Click. The laptop screen went dark. Michelle’s stomach dropped. “No, no, no, don’t you dare—” She frantically ji
Michelle stared at the folder in her hands, her mind still in a state of shock and confusion. The weight of the discovery settled heavily on her chest—Alex had been working with Eleanor this entire time. Initially, she had thought Eleanor was just using Alex to cause a rift between Her and Raymond but it turns out they were actually working together. He wasn’t just a thorn in her side. He was a full-blown dagger aimed at her back. Chloe sat across from her, arms crossed, brows drawn in frustration. “I knew that sleazeball was bad news, but this? This is next-level villainy.” Michelle let out a humorless laugh. “Great. So, not only is he blackmailing me, but he’s also in cohort with my worst enemies.” “Unfortunately, yes.” Chloe exhaled sharply. “We need to be smart about this and be careful. If Eleanor and Alex are teaming up, then whatever they’re planning—it’s big and it's not going to be good. We need to hit back before they have the chance to strike.” Michelle nodded, but insid
Michelle couldn’t shake Miranda’s parting words. They clung to her thoughts like a stubborn stain, refusing to fade no matter how hard she tried to focus on her work. What did she mean about Alex? What secrets was he hiding? And more importantly—why was Miranda suddenly offering clues? It felt like a trap. But Michelle didn’t have the luxury of waiting or ignoring any tiny clue. If there was something to uncover, she needed to find it before Eleanor or Alex used it against her. The problem was, she didn’t know where to start. While Michelle struggled with her own thoughts, Eleanor Hawthorne was playing a far more dangerous game. She had always known that her son was a man who operated on trust and control. If he doubted someone, it was only a matter of time before he shut them out completely. And that was exactly what she intended to make happen. She wanted Michelle out of his life and out of the Hawthorne family. Seated in her lavish office, Eleanor swirled the wine in her glas
Michelle wasn’t one for reckless decisions, but tonight, she was making an exception. After what she saw at the restaurant, she knew she couldn’t sit around waiting for answers to come to her. Miranda was dangerous and very calculative, and if Michelle wanted to get ahead of whatever she was plotting, she needed to take action. The woman had only ever shown her gentle side when they worked together previously at Harper & Co, but now she was showing her true colours. Which was why she found herself standing outside Miranda’s office late at night, heart pounding against her ribs. She needed anything, any information at all that could help her uncover Miranda's plans. The building was mostly empty—most employees had gone home hours ago. Only the night security and a few late workers remained. That gave Michelle a small window to get in, search for whatever Miranda was hiding, and get out of there before anyone noticed. She had thought about asking Chloe to come along, but after giving
The following morning, Michelle sat in a plain, white hospital room, holding tightly to Raymond's hand. The world outside felt distant and quiet. She focused on the small screen in front of her, where the doctor prepared to confirm something she sensed deep down. You're about seven weeks pregnant, the doctor said softly yet clearly. The ultrasound shows a healthy pregnancy, and everything looks good.Michelle's heart raced with mixed emotions: excitement, joy, and a touch of disbelief. She had suspected she was pregnant, but hearing it made everything real. She was going to have another child. Beside her, Raymond smiled gently at the screen, brushing his fingers against hers to show his support. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with happiness despite some lingering nerves. We're having another baby, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Raymond's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. I know. And I couldn't be happier.A small laugh escaped her, feeling the weig
Months passed by as Michelle and Raymond adapted to their new life, where they juggled their jobs, raised their twins, and nurtured their relationship. The hectic early years of their marriage had mellowed into a steady routine. However, each day was full of fresh surprises and happy moments. Their twins, Oliver and Olivia, were nearly two years old and filled their home with the fun chaos young children bring. There were spills, laughter, tantrums, and the constant patter of little feet. Amid the noise and mess, Michelle felt a deep sense of peace in her heart. They were a family, and she felt whole like never before.Raymond remained the calm anchor in their busy life. His steady strength balanced Michelle’s energetic nature. Whether it was a late-night feeding, a doctor’s visit, or simply holding her hand after a long day, Raymond was always by her side. They were true partners in every aspect of their lives, both personal and professional.One day, Michelle came home from a busy d
After Michelle's big career achievement, her life turned busy and exciting. Her firm started a major project, and she was deep into planning, meeting clients, and making design choices. Although it was demanding, it was a thrill, and she finally felt the joy of living her dream. The sense of accomplishment stayed with her as she and Raymond adapted to their busy routine. Every evening, when Michelle came home, Raymond’s presence was a comforting support. Their life together was like a dance—a mix of work, home life, laughter, and special moments. It wasn’t perfect, but in their quiet times, Michelle felt truly grateful. They stood on the brink of something amazing, both professionally and personally.One evening, after a tiring day of meetings, Michelle settled on the couch with Raymond. He was on his tablet, checking both work and news. When she joined him, he set the tablet aside and focused on her. How was your day? he asked, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Michelle sighed,
In the weeks that followed, time seemed to fly by, each day feeling new and full of life. The sun hung longer in the sky, painting New York in its golden light and filling the air with possibilities. Michelle and Raymond found a comfortable routine: peaceful mornings with coffee on the balcony, evenings spent together, and weekends filled with laughter alongside friends and family. Days transformed from passing moments into cherished memories. After talking with her parents, Michelle experienced a significant change—she felt peaceful. The burden of their expectations and distant love was no longer on her shoulders. It felt like a heavy cloud had lifted, and the world appeared brighter and clearer. Every little success, every quiet moment with Raymond felt like a personal triumph. Raymond remained her constant support during this time. He understood her need for space to process her feelings but consistently showed he was there for her with a gentle touch or reassuring look. That eve
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, gently waking Michelle. It cast a warm, golden glow over Raymond's arms, which were snugly wrapped around her. She lay still, cherishing the calm and rhythmic sound of his breathing. They had spent the previous night filled with laughter, dancing, and sharing dreams under the twinkling fairy lights. The events of last night felt almost surreal. Chloe had gotten engaged in a sparkling way, and the rooftop had been magical. Plus, Raymond had quietly shared his true feelings with her. A fresh chapter was waiting to begin for them. Turning softly, Michelle faced Raymond and noticed he was already awake, his blue eyes tender and full of love. "Morning," he said quietly, brushing her hair gently off her face. Morning, she replied with a sleepy voice. They shared a moment of silence, thinking about the serious conversation they had last night. Then, Raymond found her hand and entwined their fingers, his thumb softly moving over her knuckles
The weeks sped by, full of excitement, challenges, and important milestones. Michelle stood at the edge of a bustling construction site just outside central London. Her hard hat was under her arm as she took in the progress. The site buzzed with activity—cranes lifted steel beams, workers called out over the noise of machines, and scaffolding wrapped around the unfinished buildings like a growing web. Her heart filled with pride. This was not just any project—this was her firm’s first significant international endeavor. It was already catching eyes. A breeze played with her blazer as she walked along the site’s perimeter, with her British project manager, James, by her side. You’ve certainly made a splash, Mrs. Hawthorne James said, smiling and looking at his clipboard. There’s talk in the industry. Everyone's curious about the 'rising star from New York. Michelle chuckled, feeling both humble and energized. Well, let's give them something really exciting to talk about. James nodded
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Michelle's office, bathing the room in a warm glow. Michelle stood in the center of the open office space, feeling both nervous and excited, but her face showed calm confidence. Today was the start of something new—not only for the company, but for the team that would drive her growing business forward. Employees gathered one by one, their faces showing both eagerness and expectation Michelle had chosen individuals who were not only talented but also shared her passion and vision for the firm's future. She cleared her throat and smiled brightly. "First," she began, steadying her voice even as she felt nerves inside, I want to thank you all for believing in this dream. We're not just building structures; we're creating dreams, communities, and legacies. There was a murmur of agreement, and Michelle continued, gaining confidence with each word. She started assigning roles—project leads, creative directors, client liaisons, logis
The afternoon sun created long shadows in Michelle’s office. She sat at her desk, checking the last details of her company's new project. She thought about the busy days they'd just had, and as she looked out at the bustling city, she felt a surge of pride. It had been a long journey, but her company had finally reached the place she had always dreamed of. Raymond had just left after a brief but motivating meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. Michelle, he had said with real admiration, You’ve built something amazing. I am so proud of what you’ve achieved. But this is just the start. There’s a whole empire ahead of you. She was at a loss for words then. His praise was both humbling and thrilling. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was truly special. It wasn’t just about the company. It was about their partnership, shared dreams, and the life they were beginning to build together. From the start, Raymond had always been there for her, urging her to go beyond her ow
The morning sun shone brightly through the windows in Michelle's office, creating a gentle glow on the polished wooden floors. The city outside was busy and alive, but inside, it was calm, matching Michelle's peaceful energy. She was still thinking about the important decision she made yesterday. It felt heavy, but in a good way, as it brought her closer to the life she had always dreamt of. Raymond had just left after a quick meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. You’re amazing, Michelle, he said with genuine pride. I’m really proud of you. This partnership is only the beginning. You have the potential to create something incredible. His kind words provided comfort, like wrapping herself in a warm blanket. It had taken her a long time to arrive at this point, but now everything seemed to be falling into place. She no longer felt uncertain. Michelle had grown and changed, and she now moved forward with confidence. From the start, Raymond had always believed in her. He supporte