Michelle barely slept that night.
Even after the party had ended and she had locked herself in her room, Raymond's words echoed in her head over and over again like an unsolvable riddle, she thought hard about what he said. "You need a way out. And I need a wife." She tossed and turned, the weight of her predicament pressing hard against her chest. Marrying a stranger—no, worse, marrying Raymond Hawthorne, a man feared by many—was sheer madness. And yet, the alternative was just as terrifying. She wasn't ready for the kind of trouble and fame that came with marrying him but then, she didn't want to be trapped and be at the mercy of her parents unpredictable actions . She wanted to be free. Her father would not let her reject the arranged marriage he had planned. And even if she tried to resist, he’d either guilt-trip her or threaten to cut her off completely, as if she weren’t already the family’s disposable afterthought. By morning, Michelle’s decision still hadn’t solidified, but fate didn’t give her much time to dwell on it. Her bedroom door burst open without a knock. "Michelle!" She jolted up from bed, eyes widening as her twin sister Millie sauntered into Michelle's room like a queen entering her royal court—except, instead of elegance, she looked like a malfunctioning robot trying to imitate a runway model. Her hips swayed so dramatically that it seemed like she was dodging invisible obstacles, and at one point, she nearly lost balance, catching herself with an awkward twirl. If confidence had a confused sister, it would be this. Michelle, who had been peacefully thinking about her predicament , blinked once, then twice, before sitting up properly. "Are you okay? Or is this your new way of summoning spirits?" She found the scene funny and almost laughed out loud. Millie flicked her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the comment. "I call this the ‘irresistible sway.’" She demonstrated again, throwing in an extra exaggerated hip pop for effect. Michelle stared for a long second before deadpanning, "More like the ‘please call an ambulance’ sway." Millie huffed, plopping onto the bed dramatically. "You have no appreciation for art." Michelle sighed. "Art? That looked like you were wrestling with gravity and losing.” Millie was dressed in silk pajamas and with not a single strand of her golden hair out of place, she looked as if she had spent the night basking in luxury—while Michelle looked like she had just fought a war against her own thoughts. "Do you ever knock?" What is it that you want now? Michelle muttered, rubbing her temples. Millie ignored her and sat up straight, crossing her legs with an exaggerated sigh. "You're not going to believe what I heard last night." Michelle stiffened. Does she know about Raymond’s proposal? She thought. Millie leaned in, eyes glinting. "I heard Dad talking to Mr. Lancaster after you ran off. He was furious! Said you embarrassed him and ruined an important business deal." Michelle's stomach churned, but she forced a neutral expression. "Is that so?" "Yes!" Millie grinned as if relishing Michelle’s misery. "You should’ve seen his face. He said if you don't apologize and accept the marriage, he’ll—" Millie paused, then smirked. "Well, I’m not supposed to say." Michelle clenched her fists. She already knew what her father was capable of. He didn’t need to say it outright—his control over her had always been unspoken but absolute. "Anyway," Millie continued, stretching her arms lazily. "I just came to say that if you refuse, maybe I’ll take your place. Mr. Lancaster's son is loaded, and I wouldn’t mind adding him to my collection." Michelle’s jaw tightened. Of course Millie would say that. She had a habit of swooping in and taking everything Michelle had or wanted , no matter how little it was. But this time… Michelle wasn’t sure she wanted what was being offered. Millie studied her, then suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Wait… you did run into Raymond Hawthorne last night, didn’t you?" Michelle tensed. "How do you—" "Because I saw you, obviously," Millie interrupted, sitting up straighter. "You ran off like a scared little rabbit, then boom—straight into the Raymond Hawthorne. I almost felt bad for you." Michelle exhaled slowly. "Why does it matter?" Millie gave a mocking laugh. "Because, dear sister, if Raymond did take an interest in you, that would be very unexpected. And interesting." Michelle didn’t reply. She was deep in thought. Millie’s smirk deepened. "You’re hiding something." "I’m not." Millie hummed, unconvinced. "Fine. Keep your little secret. But don’t get too comfortable, Michelle. If you don’t grab your opportunities fast, someone else will." Michelle watched as Millie waltzed out of the room, her warning hanging in the air like a shadow. Her twin always got what she wanted. Once Millie sets her mind on something, she would do anything and go to any extent to get whatever she wanted , not minding the outcome. And if Millie found out about Raymond’s proposal? She’d do everything in her power to take that from Michelle too. Later that day, Michelle found herself standing outside Hawthorne Enterprises. The building was high and breathtaking. "The glass shimmered with reflections of the sunlight, creating a beautiful and mesmerizing view.” She didn’t even remember how she got there. Her feet had simply carried her, driven by a desperate need for control over her own fate. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the building. The receptionist barely glanced up before her expression shifted to surprise. "Miss Davenport?" Michelle hesitated. "Yes?" "You’re expected." Michelle blinked. "I am?" She was surprised. Before she could ask how Raymond knew she was coming, the receptionist gestured toward the elevators. "Mr. Hawthorne is waiting in his office. You may go up." Michelle swallowed. Did he predict I’d come? Not knowing whether to be impressed or unnerved, she stepped into his personal elevator. As the doors slid shut, one thought pulsed through her mind. Whatever happened next… There was no turning back. The elevator ride felt both too short and agonizingly long. As Michelle ascended to the top floor, her pulse quickened with each passing second. Her reflection in the mirrored elevator doors betrayed her nerves—lips pressed together, hands clenched at her sides, shoulders stiff with tension. What was she doing? Was she really about to walk into Raymond Hawthorne’s office and accept his outrageous proposal? The thought made her stomach twist, but another image flashed in her mind—her father, smirking as he finalized her engagement to some stranger, treating her like a pawn in his business game. No. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself. If she had to choose between two evils, at least with Raymond, she wouldn’t be completely powerless. The elevator chimed. The doors slid open, revealing a sleek, modern office space that screamed power and intimidation. A long hallway stretched ahead, its walls lined with expensive artwork and pristine glass panels that overlooked the New York skyline. At the end of the corridor stood a set of imposing double doors. A woman in a perfectly pressed suit—likely Raymond’s assistant—rose from her desk. “Miss Davenport, he’s waiting for you.” Please come with me. Michelle nodded, her throat dry. She crossed the distance, her heels clicking against the polished floor, before hesitantly pushing open the doors. Inside, Raymond stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, gazing out at the city as if he owned it. Which, in a way, he did. "He looked handsome, like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.”The moment she stepped inside, he turned. “You came.” His voice was smooth, but there was something else beneath it—an air of quiet amusement, as if he had known all along that she’d show up. Michelle lifted her chin, willing her voice to stay steady. “You knew I would.” His lips curved slightly, as if pleased with her response. “I did.” Her fingers curled at her sides. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” Raymond’s eyes darkened with something unreadable. He stepped away from the window, moving toward his desk with a measured stride. “No, but you’re considering it.” Michelle swallowed. He wasn’t wrong. Raymond sat on the edge of his desk, folding his arms. “Let’s not waste time. You want to escape your family’s control and be free. I need a wife to silence my board and keep certain people off my back. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.” She hesitated. “And if I say no?” He raised a brow. “Then you can go back home, where your father will marry you off to the highest bidder.” "And I doubt you'll ever be able to break free," he said. The bluntness of his words hit her like a slap. Raymond leaned forward slightly. “But if you say yes, you get freedom. A contract. A legally binding agreement that puts you in control of your own life.” Michelle’s heart pounded. She wanted to argue, to push back, but the reality was that he was right. Still, she had to know one thing. “Why me?” she asked again, searching his face. “You could have chosen anyone. Women would line up for the chance to be Mrs. Hawthorne.” They would kill for it? Something flickered in his gaze, brief but intense. “Because I know you won’t fall in love with me.” Even if you do, i can't do anything about it, so i suggest you don't. Michelle blinked. That was not the answer she had expected. Raymond tilted his head slightly, observing her reaction. “This isn’t about romance, Michelle. It’s business. I don’t want a wife who will mistake this for a love story.” Her chest tightened. Love story? She almost laughed. She wasn’t that naive. Michelle let out a slow breath. “And what do you get out of it, besides a wife for show?” Raymond’s expression didn’t change. “I keep control over my company, silence the rumors, keep the paparazzi in check and avoid certain…complications.” There was something about the way he said “complications” that made her curious, but she didn’t push. Instead, she squared her shoulders. “And what do you expect from me?” His gaze held hers. “Loyalty. Discretion. And the ability to play your role convincingly.” Michelle hesitated, her mind racing. She had spent her entire life following her family’s orders, living in Millie’s shadow, and being treated like an afterthought. For the first time, she had a choice. A terrifying one. But a choice nonetheless. Her breath came out shakily. “And if I agree… how long would this arrangement last?” Raymond didn’t hesitate. “One year.” One year. Twelve months of playing the role of Raymond Hawthorne’s wife. It wasn’t forever. She could survive that. Michelle lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “Then let’s discuss the terms.” She had made up her mind.Michelle sat across from Raymond in his private office, her hands folded tightly in her lap as he slid a contract toward her. The thick document looked intimidating, the pages crisp and filled with legal jargon she barely understood. “This outlines everything,” Raymond said smoothly, his fingers tapping the desk. “Terms, expectations, some rules , financial arrangements, go through it and sign.” Michelle swallowed, staring at the contract as if it might jump up and bite her, she was fidgeting with the pen in her hand. This is insane. She was about to sign a marriage contract with a man she barely knew, a rich and powerful man feared by half of New York. A man every woman in the city wanted. She hesitated. “You really had this drawn up already?” Raymond’s lips curved slightly. “I had a feeling you’d come around.” She exhaled sharply, gripping the pen he handed her. “Arrogant much?” “Confident.” Michelle shot him a glare, but he only smirked, clearly unbothered. She flipped thr
The car finally rolled to a stop in front of the Davenport estate, a sprawling architectural masterpiece, a modern design that practically screamed, "We have money, and we love reminding people about it." The mansion's white walls, towering glass windows, and perfect garden gave off an air of cold, detached luxury—much like the people inside it. Michelle barely had time to brace herself before Raymond stepped out, he opened the car door for her like the gentleman that he was, exuding his usual air of effortless authority. She stepped out of the car while sighing and closed the car door, then she followed Raymond as he walked towards the mansion, adjusting her emerald green dress—one of the many he had insisted she get earlier. If she had to face her family, at least she’d look like she belonged in their world, even though they treated her like she never truly did. As soon as they stepped onto the marble pathway, the front door swung open, revealing Mr. Andrew, the Davenport family
The next morning, Raymond left for work as usual, immersing himself in meetings, collaborations, and company affairs. Michelle, on the other hand, had a far less structured day ahead—one that quickly turned into a battlefield of words when Millie asked her to meet at a nearby coffee shop not far from their estate. Michelle arrived there, already bracing herself for whatever storm Millie had cooked up again. And, as expected, the moment she sat down, Millie wasted no time in launching her attack verbally and not caring about her image. “How the hell did this happen?” Millie demanded while gritting her teeth in anger, her perfectly manicured nails tapping furiously against the ceramic cup in front of her. “How are you engaged to Raymond Hawthorne? You, of all people?” How could you do this without discussing it with us, your family? Oh, now I'm their family? These people are so shameless …she thought to herself. Michelle sighed, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “Good morning to
The morning sun filtered through the wide windows of Raymond’s penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek, luxury modern interior. But the brightness did little to chase away the lingering tension from the previous night's engagement dinner. Michelle sat at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, her mind replaying Eleanor’s condescending remarks and Millie’s smug expression. Raymond had already left for work, a brief, almost curt farewell muttered as he straightened his cufflinks. The silence in the penthouse was deafening, amplifying her thoughts until she couldn’t sit still any longer. She needed air, a distraction—anything to escape the feeling of inadequacy that clung to her after facing Eleanor and her own family’s disdain. She quickly changed into a simple gown and slipped on her flats, deciding to take a walk around the neighborhood to clear her mind, and also get some fresh air. The streets were bustling with morning activity—people rushing to
You don’t belong here. Leave while you can.” The threat was clear. And Michelle knew, without a doubt, that the storm was just beginning. The days following the engagement dinner were anything but peaceful. Eleanor's disapproval hung over Michelle like a storm cloud, and Millie’s determination to ruin her was obvious. Despite Raymond's subtle reassurances, Michelle couldn't ignore the unease twisting in her gut. She had seen the way Eleanor’s eyes had narrowed, her smile tight and cold. It was clear that the woman wasn’t planning to stand idly by. In the Hawthorne estate, Eleanor’s office was a blend of sophistication and power, much like the woman herself. She sipped her tea gracefully, her gaze fixed on the man standing before her—Daniel Reid, a private investigator known for his discretion and efficiency. "I need you to find everything there is on Michelle Davenport," Eleanor commanded, her tone leaving no room for questions. "Family, past relationships, school, past jobs, where
The atmosphere at Hawthorne Enterprises was heavy. Michelle felt it the moment she stepped into the office—eyes tracking her every move, whispers, conversations halting abruptly when she passed by. Her fingers tightened around the blueprint tube in her hand, but she forced herself to keep walking, head held high. She couldn't ignore the tightness and uneasy feeling in her chest, though. Not after the phone call with Alex. His words had lingered, wrapping around her like barbed wire. Worse was the realization that Eleanor had already found him, that the warning Raymond had given her was no empty threat. “It’s only a matter of time before she finds something—anything—to use against you.” The words echoed cruelly in her mind. Now it has come true. A soft chime from her phone broke her out of her thoughts .She glanced down at the screen and froze. A message notification—no sender ID, no name , just a single image attachment. With a mix of dread and morbid curiosity, she tapped it open.
The morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the walls of the guest room shades of gold. Michelle hadn’t slept a wink, the weight of everything pressing down too heavily on her, she couldn't even rest. Her eyes were swollen, cheeks stained with the remnants of tears she hadn’t been able to hold back the previous night. She stared at her phone, the last message from Alex still showing on the screen, taunting her. Each time she tried to close her eyes, she saw Raymond’s cold gaze, the anger in his eyes, and the bitter accusation in his voice. The pain in her chest had dulled into a hollow ache. How did everything spiral out of control so fast? A sharp knock pulled her out of her thoughts. She stiffened, heart thundering, hoping—dreading—that it was Raymond and he had realized that she was innocent. But she was disappointed when the door opened, it was Helen, the housekeeper, with a sympathetic look. “Good morning, Mrs Hawthorne,” Helen greeted softly, her eyes flicking t
Raymond’s grip tightened on the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white. The office suddenly felt suffocating, each breath heavy with disbelief and anger. Felix’s revelation echoed in his mind, unraveling every certainty he’d clung to. The idea that Eleanor—his own mother—was behind the setup sent a fresh wave of fury coursing through him. Even Felix could feel the anger radiating off his boss from where he was standing, he wished he had a reasonable excuse to leave. He clenched his jaw, eyes fixed on the security footage playing on his computer screen. The original, unaltered version that Felix had managed to recover. It was nothing like the photos and videos his mother had presented to him. Michelle hadn’t leaned into Alex’s touch at all, hadn’t even smiled at him. If anything, she had looked distressed, shrinking back as Alex’s hand reached for hers. The fear, and discomfort in her eyes were unmistakable, and it hit Raymond with brutal clarity how wrong he had been. “Who else kn
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
Michelle felt a thrill as she walked through the empty space that would soon be her architectural office. The walls were blank, and the wooden floors shined. The space seemed full of possibilities, and she could hardly believe her big dream was starting to come true. Raymond had helped her find this great place, and now it was up to Michelle to bring her dream to life. She could feel New York's busy energy in the building. As she walked around, she thought about everything she had achieved. She used to struggle just to get by, not sure of her place in a tough world. Now, she was on the verge of opening her own firm. It felt almost unbelievable. Standing by a window, Michelle gazed at the skyline and took a deep breath. The view was fantastic, showing the city in all its glory. She felt a strong connection to New York. This city was now her home and her place to create. Her phone buzzed, pulling her back to the moment. She smiled when she saw Chloe's name on the screen. Hi, how’s the
As the morning sun brightened their apartment through the large windows, its soft light filled the room. Raymond and Michelle sat quietly at the kitchen island, sipping their coffee. The gallery's opening had gone smoothly, and Michelle was proud of Chloe. Art enthusiasts, influencers, and critics were all excited about The Bloom, praising the artwork on display. Raymond leaned back in his chair and smiled at Michelle. I told you, he said gently. Her art speaks for itself. She only needed her own approval. Michelle felt warmth spread inside her as she nodded. Chloe had been nervous and unsure, but Michelle always believed in her talent. Now, with her own gallery, Chloe had proven her abilities to the world and silenced her doubts. She did it, Michelle said with admiration in her voice. She did. And you supported her all along, Raymond said warmly. That's why people are drawn to you, Michelle. His words touched Michelle deeply. Do you really think so? I know so, Raymond replied with
The plane came down gently through the clouds, revealing the vast skyline of New York City below. Michelle gazed out of the window, feeling both nervous and excited. Just a few weeks had passed since she left, yet so much had changed. The warm sun, joyful times with her family, and the pride in her success comforted her like a cozy blanket. As the plane touched the ground, Michelle's thoughts turned to what lay ahead. She remembered the award she had just won—Architect of the Year. Seeing those words on the plaque still felt unreal but very special. She looked at Raymond, who relaxed in his seat, deep in thought. His hand rested gently on Olivia's car seat, and Oliver was sleeping peacefully by his side after the long flight. A deep love for both of them filled Michelle's heart. Raymond noticed her gaze and smiled warmly, a smile that always made her feel unique. We’re home, he said softly, full of hope. Michelle nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude. The idea of home had always been d
The morning sun came through the curtains, filling the bedroom with a warm, golden light. Michelle stood by the bed, carefully folding Olivia's tiny dresses into a suitcase. Her actions were slow and gentle. The house started waking up around her, with soft voices and the faint sounds of breakfast being made. It all wrapped around her, making her feel at ease. It was hard to believe they were almost leaving. Even harder to think about how much had changed since they first got there. Michelle stopped for a moment to smooth her hand over the neatly folded clothes. A year ago, she could barely imagine what her future looked like. Now, she found herself living it — vibrant, sometimes messy, beautiful, and completely her own. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned and saw Chloe peeking in with excitement written all over her face. Hey, do you have a moment? Chloe asked as she entered the room with a bit of a bounce in her step. Michelle gave her a warm smile. Always. Wha
The party was slowing down, but laughter and soft chatter lingered like a pleasant memory. Michelle sat on a comfy patio chair with her phone on her lap, paused on a video where Oliver and Olivia shouted their names. Fairy lights around her cast a soft golden glow, creating a dreamy atmosphere. Raymond sat nearby, gently rocking Oliver, while Olivia slept on Michelle’s chest, her tiny fingers clutching her mother's hair. Raymond glanced over and smiled, a look that still made Michelle's heart flutter. Excited, Michelle opened her architectural team's group chat. With a slightly trembling thumb, she played the video and sent it. Responses came quickly. Anna wrote: I'm crying. They're such angels! Leo replied: Amazing! They're so precious! And Oliver’s 'no exceptions'? Hilarious! Sophie said: Those cheeks! Their cute outfits! How do you handle so much cuteness, Michelle? Ava added: Is Olivia the boss at home? She looks like it. Michelle stifled her laughter, glancing at Olivia's p
The backyard was softly lit with glowing string lights that gave everything a warm, golden hue. These lights hung between the tall oak trees and fluttered over the stone patio. Michelle stood at the edge, taking in a deep breath. She watched the guests as they chatted and laughed, with music playing in the lovely spring night air. The home she and Raymond had dreamed of was finally full of life. It wasn't just about the architecture; it was filled with heart and warmth. Tonight's gathering was more than just celebrating a completed home. It was about family, love, and the start of something new. "Hey, beautiful," Raymond said quietly, approaching Michelle from behind and wrapping an arm around her. Michelle leaned back into his embrace and smiled. Do you think they like it? Raymond glanced around. Chloe was laughing with Sebastian and Felix by the stone fireplace. Damian and Millie were sharing smiles at the dessert table. Friends from their community were gathered under canopies, t
Chloe sat quietly on the bed, gripping the note so tightly that it had become crumpled in her hands. She watched as Sebastian knelt before her. He was composed, his hands steady, and though he seemed calm, Chloe could sense the underlying tension in him. She knew he was ready to protect her at all costs. Let me see the note, he requested softly. Chloe handed it to him without saying anything. Sebastian read through the note, his jaw clenching slightly. This time, he didn't swear or get angry. Instead, he carefully folded it and placed it aside, treating it like crucial evidence. I’m fine, Chloe whispered, but her shaky voice revealed her true feelings. Sebastian reached out and held her hands, entwining their fingers. His touch was warm and reassuring. You will be fine, he gently corrected her. His voice carried a sense of certainty. I promise, Chloe. You’re safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you or let anyone hurt you. Tears filled Chloe's eyes, but she fought to keep them