Standing outside of Noah's office, Max felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see Mrs. Stark's name blinking on his screen. Immediately, he walked away from the other guards, and then he answered the call, saying, “Good day, madam.” “Max, is my son with you?” Mrs. Stark asked him abruptly. “Yes. He's in a meeting with Author Parker.” “Why?” “I’m not sure, madam.” There was a pause, and Mrs. Stark said, “Find out why and report back to me.” “Yes, Madam,” Max mumbled, looking over his shoulder. After ending the call, he quickly shoved the phone back in his pocket and walked over to his position. ****** When Noah and Mr. Parker finally agreed, the old man woke from his seat with a smile and extended his hand to Noah, saying, “It’s my pleasure doing business and working with you.” “Thank you for entrusting me with work. I promise not to ruin it and disappoint you.” Noah said, taking his hand in his and shaking it. “The final documents will be sent to you th
Walking onto the balcony, Mr. Stark frowned at how disturbed his wife looked as she sat there, staring into nothingness. "What is it now?" Mr. Stark's voice snapped her out of her daze and he saw her eyes flick towards him. "You have been distracted all night, and now, you got that look on your face that I know way too well. Is this about Noah?" "Yes," Mrs. Stark whispered. "Honey," "Do you know that Noah is not legally married to Genevieve, and yet, he's willing to stand by her side and ruin himself-" "He lied?" "Rhodes told me everything yesterday. He's been deceiving us this entire time!" With a hesitant stare, Mr. Stark approached his wife, held her shoulder, and squeezed it, saying, "If that's the case, Noah is not bound to her legally, and yet, he's willing to stand with her. Shouldn't that prove that he truly loves Genevieve?" "What are you saying?" Mrs. Stark stared at him, wide-eyed. "Should we allow that girl to just ruin him and our family's reputation?" "No. But we
Even though Genevieve had spent the morning meticulously preparing for Mrs. Stark's visit, making sure everything was spotless and the meal was perfect and been rehearsing in her mind how to handle the meeting, attempting to steel herself for any possible confrontation, the moment two o'clock arrived, she held her breath, still nervous as she was earlier.All three men sat in the living room, watching as she paced about anxiously. She looked like a nervous rabbit who had gotten locked in her own cage. Her cheeks were pink from the exercise and her eyes were wide with fear.Just then, the door buzzed, and her breath caught, almost choking her. She could only stand there, motionless."I will get it," Noah said, waking from his seat."No!" Genevieve suddenly nodded, looking at him. "We should all go together and greet her at the door to show our respect."Moments later, everyone gathered at the front door, and Noah opened it because Genevieve was way too nervous to even breathe.The door
Unable to take another step, Leo stood frozen, listening to the muffled yet stern words exchanged between Mrs. Stark and Noah. The words stung his young ears, and his innocent eyes began to well up with tears. He couldn't understand the full extent of the conversation, but he sensed the tension in the air, so he listened further. From beyond the door, Mrs. Stark's voice continued, carrying a tone of authority and disappointment, "You've been playing a dangerous game. You've allowed this charade to go on long enough, and it's not fair to Genevieve and Leo. You need to end this now before it gets out of hand." "I know what I'm doing. I can handle this. We'll sort it out." Noah's voice responded, quieter but with an underlying anger. There was a pause, and then Mrs. Stark's reply was sharp, "You will soon get engaged to Glenn, for heaven's sake. You can't continue this deceitful act with Genevieve and Leo. It's time to end this farce and be with the woman you're supposed to marry." Af
The moment, Mrs. Stark arrived in the dining room, she saw Noah taking Leo from Genevieve's shaking hands and rushing out of the room, ignoring her, with Rhodes and Genevieve finally snapping out of their shock and rushing after them. "What in the world is happening here?!" Mrs. Stark exclaimed, her voice commanding attention, but no one stopped to talk to her.Without waiting for explanations, Mrs. Stark quickly followed them outside and watched as they piled into their respective cars. So she hopped into her vehicle and drove after them.As Noah drove, Genevieve sat in the backseat, hugging Leo, and when she noticed that he was glancing at her every now and then, she frowned, mumbling, "This is all your fault."Those words were like a dagger to Noah's heart, but he kept his cool and said nothing, instead trying to focus on driving.Moments later, they arrived at the private medical facility, that Mr. Stark built for Dr. Daniel to live in, but was also a top-notch clinic that only a
Glancing over at Genevieve, Noah paused, seeing the look of guilt in her eyes, knowing that she had already started to blame herself, and he gave her hand a tender squeeze before saying, "We... Genevieve and I were arguing. It was about us, our relationship. It got pretty intense, and Leo witnessed it all."Reaching for his notebook, Dr. Daniel listened attentively, nodding with understanding as he wrote down and then inquired gently, "And how bad was this argument?" "It was about us breaking up. Leo, he... he didn't want that..." Noah said as his expression shifted, a mix of regret and concern crossing his face.With a pause, Dr. Daniel's gaze softened as he observed Noah before he asked, "What is your relationship with Leo like?""I have been a father figure to him since his mother and I got together. We love each other as a father and son do... He... he means everything to me." Noah said, feeling Genevieve hand stiffened in his.Immediately, Dr. Daniel nodded, resting back in his
Looking away from Noah, Genevieve sat in Dr. Daniel's office, her hands nervously fidgeting with a stray thread on her dress as she held back tears that threatened to spill over. The lump in her throat kept growing, threatening to choke her, but she was trying her best to remain calm. "Look, Noah," Genevieve began, her voice wavering slightly, "I want to make something clear. I don't want to be with you romantically. I can't forget what you've done, but for Leo's sake, I'm willing to be with you – but not really together, you know what I mean?" When she heard Noah sigh deeply, her head snapped up to watch him slump back in the chair. She felt a pang of fear run through her, realizing just who she was breaking up with. "I want to be clear about something else. This can't last forever. When Leo is a bit older and can understand why we can't be together, we will have to break up." She said as she paused, closing her eyes tightly. "I don't like it, but I'll do it for Leo." Noah fina
In the early morning, the light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room where Genevieve had slept on the bed while Noah had spent the night on the couch. For the entire night, Noah had barely slept, his mind swirling with the complexities of the situation as he curled up on the couch, wrapped in his comforter, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the lies they were entangled in.When the morning light filtered in, the room was still, until the sound of a gentle knock at the door echoed through the room. Before Noah could even fully register the sound, he bolted up from the couch, the comforter trailing behind him as he hurried to the bed. Hastily, he jumped onto it, landing beside Genevieve, hugging her waist as his lips pressed against her neck just as Leo's little hand pushed the door open.The feeling of his body so close to her made her remember just how much she missed his touch all night, and yet, even though her heart raced, she tried to push down
Max's eyes widened at Noah's command, but he nodded without hesitation. “Understood, sir,” he replied, already mentally preparing the necessary security measures. Noah's expression softened briefly. “Thanks, Max. Your discretion is appreciated as always.”Max offered a small, respectful nod before hurrying off to carry out his orders. Noah watched him go, a wave of hesitation washing over him.With one last glance towards the guest suite, Noah headed out of the mansion. He climbed into his car and drove towards the airport. As he navigated through the city streets, his mind raced with thoughts of the confrontation ahead.The airport was bustling with the usual activity when Noah arrived. He parked his car in a strategic location, ensuring he had a clear view of the terminal entrance. He checked his watch, noting that Hunter’s flight was due to land any minute.Noah’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was from one of his men, confirming that Hunter had landed and was making hi
Noah’s heart hammered in his chest as he turned back to Genevieve, her words echoing in his mind. "Hunter... why do I feel like I’ve heard that name before?" “What do you mean, Genevieve?” Noah asked, his voice low but urgent. He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers for any hint of recognition. “Have you heard about Hunter before? Do you know something?”Genevieve’s gaze flickered away, a shadow of something unreadable passing over her face. She shook her head slightly, biting her lower lip. “It’s nothing, Noah. Just... a feeling. I can’t explain it.”Noah wanted to press her, to demand answers, but he saw the resolute set of her jaw and knew she wouldn’t budge. He let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t push further. “Alright,” he said softly, his tone gentler now. “But if you remember anything, anything at all, promise me you’ll tell me. This guy has been tailing you from since I can remember, and his coming here can not be a coincident.”She nodded, her eyes meeting his with a
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Noah made his way through the bustling streets toward Genevieve's hotel. He had donned a simple disguise—a pair of dark glasses, a baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face—enough to conceal his identity from casual observers.Arriving at the hotel, Noah hesitated for a moment before steeling himself and striding purposefully toward the entrance. The lobby was dimly lit, the soft murmur of conversation blending with the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Noah kept his head down, avoiding eye contact as he made his way to the elevator.Pressing the button for Genevieve's floor, Noah felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through him. When he reached her floor, Noah stepped out into the hallway and made his way to her door. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle before finally summoning the courage to knock.The sound echoed through t
Hunter’s heart pounded in his chest as he dashed out of the office, the echo of his boss's enraged voice still ringing in his ears. He fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it as he opened the travel app to book a flight. His fingers moved frantically across the screen, selecting the earliest available departure."Please, please, please..." he muttered under his breath, watching the spinning wheel of the app processing his request. Finally, the confirmation screen appeared. "Yes!" he whispered, relief flooding through him as he saw the details: a flight to the city where Genevieve's production was taking place, leaving in two hours.Hunter grabbed his coat and briefcase, racing down the hall toward the exit. He pushed through the revolving doors and into the bustling street, hailing a cab with a frantic wave. A yellow taxi screeched to a halt beside him, and he jumped in."To the airport, please! As fast as you can!" he instructed the driver, his voice breathless.The driver nodded
Glenn reluctantly reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Mrs. Stark's number. Each ring felt like an eternity, the weight of her mother's expectations bearing down on her with every passing second."Hello, Glenn. What can I do for you?" Mrs. Stark's voice was calm and professional, but there was an underlying tension that Glenn couldn't ignore."Mrs. Stark, it's me, Glenn. I... I wanted to talk to you about the situation with FoxZ and... and the role," Glenn stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to find the right way to phrase her request.There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Mrs. Stark responded, her tone cautious. "I understand, Glenn. Believe me, I wish there was more I could do to help. But given the circumstances..."Glenn's heart sank at Mrs. Stark's words, the reality of her situation crashing down on her with brutal force. "So, there's no chance of me getting back on the cast? Not even in a different production or wi
The plane ride back home felt like an eternity for Glenn. She sat in her seat, staring out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't shake off the events of the past few days—the confrontation with Noah, and the humiliation at the resort.As the plane landed and the passengers began to disembark, Glenn gathered her belongings and made her way through the airport. She hailed a cab and settled in for the ride home. The familiar sights of her town passing by felt both comforting and suffocating. She couldn't wait to be back in her own space, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers.When she arrived home, she was relieved to find the house empty except for the maid."Young Miss, you are here?" the maid asked, her voice filled with surprise and concern.Glenn's mood, already sour from her encounter with her mother, turned even darker. She snapped at the maid, her words sharp and biting. "Of course, I'm here. Where else would I be?"The maid flinched at Glenn's tone, taken aback by her
As Noah and Rhodes sauntered away from the pool area, the tension hung thick around them, akin to the lingering resonance of an unresolved chord in a somber melody. Each step seemed weighed down by the weight of the confrontation they had just left behind.Rhodes's phone vibrated in his pocket, disrupting the heavy silence. Hastily retrieving it, he checked the caller ID before answering, his voice pitched low, betraying the gravity of the situation."Hello?" Rhodes's response was clipped, betraying a sense of urgency."Rhodes, it's Smith. We've got the footage," came the voice on the other end, crisp and professional.Rhodes's brows shot up in surprise. "Everything?""Yeah, our guy was in the right place at the right time. We've got everything, clear as day," Smith replied confidently.Rhodes nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "Alright, send it over."Ending the call, Rhodes turned towards Noah, a mix of curiosity and caution etched across his features. "Boss, what's the pla
For the longest, Rhodes stood outside Noah's hotel room, his knuckles hovering over the door, hesitating for a moment before he finally knocked. The door opened, revealing Noah, who was dressed in a simple white wrinkled t-shirt and faded jeans, a stark contrast to his usual sharp suits. With a faint smile, Rhodes raised an eyebrow, surprised by Noah's attire. "Boss, you're looking... casual," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Noah chuckled, stepping aside to let Rhodes in. "I figured we're going incognito today. Can't have anyone recognizing us," he said, closing the door behind Rhodes. "Is everything ready?" Noah asked, getting straight to the point. Locking eyes with his sudden dark ones, Rhodes nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, boss. The arrangements have been made. We're all set." Noah leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. "Good. I want everything to go smoothly today." Rhodes nodded again, understanding the importance of the task at hand. "Don't wo
The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Glenn's room. She wakes up to the insistent ringing of her phone.Groaning, she reaches over and sees her mother's name flashing on the screen. She debates letting it go to voicemail but knows her mother won't give up easily.Reluctantly, Glenn answers. "Hello?""Glenn, finally!" Mrs. Carrell's voice is sharp, cutting through the early morning calm. "I've been calling and calling. Why haven't you been answering?"Glenn rubs her eyes, trying to wake up fully. "Sorry, Mom. I was sleeping. What's up?""What's up? What's up is that I just saw the news. Genevieve is still leading the production, and you're nowhere to be seen. What have you been doing all this time?"Glenn sighs, already feeling the weight of her mother's disappointment. "I'm handling it, Mom. Don't worry.""Handling it? For three months, Glenn! You keep saying the same thing, but nothing changes. I'm starting to think you don't know what you're doing."