Sorry, I uploaded the chapters in the wrong order - this is the correct chapter 26
Dominic sat on the edge of his hotel bed. Exhaustion had settled in his bones. The afternoon sun filtered through the hotel window, casting long shadows across the floor at his feet. The flight back to New York was just a few hours away, but he couldn’t pack.His search for Solo had yielded nothing. Each lead Jake had provided led to a dead end, every hope extinguished before it even began. The empty room felt like a reflection of his emptiness—a void that had grown deeper with each passing day of this fruitless search.He rubbed his hands over his face, exhaling. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He had come to Italy full of determination and hope that somehow he would find Solo, confront her, and make things right. But that hope had eroded with each passing lead and every cold trail.His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached for it without much interest. Jake’s updates had become routine—confirming what Do
Charles saw the determination in Inigo's stride as he moved toward Mercer. Feeling the sharp bite of Solo’s nails from her insistent tug on his arm propelling him forward was a clear sign of her need for urgency.It was as if an alarm bell had rung inside his head, setting off his instincts. He suspected Inigo had made an erroneous assumption, and the potential consequences were dire. Immediate action was necessary to prevent Solo's identity from being uncovered. If he didn't act quickly, there could be uncontrollable repercussions.He had to intervene.Inigo spoke in a calm yet intense tone while introducing himself to Mercer. Despite the annoyance in his voice, the other man's features darkened while he remained polite.Charles took a step forward, cutting off any further conversation.He drew closer to whisper in Inigo’s ear, uttering words that sent a chill through Inigo's very being. “Whatever you think you know, you don't. Don't act rashly and make a mistake here. This man doesn
The night was like a delicate thread, pulling tighter with each passing moment. Solo could feel the intensity of Sloane Mercer’s gaze on her, even as the crowd shifted and swirled around them. His presence was so closely tied to her past it had made the air in the room thick and hard to breathe.She clung to Charles’s arm, trying to steady her racing thoughts and nerves. The House of Ricci event had been meant to solidify her position, to show the world that Solaire Dale was a force to be reckoned with. But now, with Sloane’s arrival, the past she had tried to bury seemed close to being unearthed.The loud crash of a fallen vase startled everyone. They all turned to see a red-faced woman standing in the wreckage.Charles leaned closer, his voice low. “Are you alright?”Solo nodded, though she wasn’t sure if she meant it. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”In truth, she wasn’t fine. The encounter with Sloane had rattled her more than she wanted to admit. His smile and smooth words reminded her
Sapphire had taken her mother’s advice and decided to chase after her man. Now, they were returning to New York together. The hum of the private jet's engines whisking them home should have been comforting, but she couldn't shake the simmering frustration as it forcefully reminded her of the trip the other way.Wasn’t it only three days ago that she had flown in the same jet to Florence? A city that held so many beautiful memories and should have symbolized their closeness now felt like the battleground for her crumbling relationship with Dominic. The man she had nurtured and tamed during their youth and had worked so hard to keep by her side, even though she had married another man, was slipping away, and she didn’t know how to stop it.She’d never been in such a dilemma before.Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. Pull him back into your world, darling. Sapphire’s hand clenched on the armrest, her knuckle taut by the pressure. She had done everything right. She had played her par
“Will you accompany me to the fashion event as my plus one?”“Do I have to? You know I hate these things.”“Yes, you have to come. It will be a great opportunity to meet some of the most influential people in the fashion world. It’s a must if Hale Enterprise wants to make it in the fashion world.”“That’s my mother, not me. Maybe you should have brought her with you.”“Hale Enterprise will be yours one day.”“It’s not what I want. I have my law firm to consider.”“What are you talking about? You’re already the CEO. Your mother said Hale’s Law was absorbed by the Hale Group months ago.”“That doesn’t matter. The ownership still belongs to me.”Dominic’s resentful glare bore a hole through her. She changed the subject back to whether or not he would accompany her.“Please come.”“If it stops you from bugging me, I’ll agree, but only for an hour.” he sighed, combed his hand through his hair, and then raised the cup of coffee to his lips before spitting it out.“What’s wrong?”“It's cold,
He left Sapphire at the airport in New York and went to his office. The city lights flickered outside Dominic’s window, a never-ending dance of neon against the dark sky. But their vibrant display could not distract him from the pressure tightening within his chest.He had returned from Florence empty-handed, Solo still out of reach, her new life further than ever from his grasp. The frustration chewed at him like a relentless beast, tearing at his thoughts and pulling him deeper into a cycle of regret and self-doubt.As he gazed out at the glittering cityscape below, he couldn't help but wonder how different things could have been if he had made different choices.He had thought the search would bring him closer to her, that seeing her again might stir something in her that would make her return to him. Instead, he was left with nothing but the realization that Solo might never want to be found.Sapphire, of course, had noticed the changes in him. Even when they were kids, she could
With a glass of freshly squeezed juice, Solo stepped out onto her balcony. The morning sunlight cast a warm glow on her skin, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine from the nearby gardens. Since moving to Florence, she had made it a daily habit to enjoy breakfast on her balcony, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city below.As she gazed at the fading sunrise and watched the city come to life, she took this time to clear her mind and focus on the important matters that would be waiting for her at work. The distant chirping of birds and faint chatter of people echoed in the background, creating a peaceful ambiance for Solo to collect her thoughts.As the breeze caressed her skin, her mind drifted back to the night of the event. It was cool then, too. The cool night air had been a welcome relief as she stepped out of the grand hall, her hand resting on her belly. What should have been a simple business event had felt like a lot more—it had been a test of
Although Solo had changed her phone number, on Charles' counsel, she had also transferred all her contacts to this new line, including Dominic's contact information, a contention point now that seemed fortuitous.Charles had been insistent on this precautionary measure—if she were ever found out and received an unexpected call, she could identify the caller immediately. His reasoning was sound—knowledge was power in their precarious world, and to be forewarned is to be forearmed.Now, as Dominic's name lit up her screen, she felt a surge of gratitude for Charles' foresight and thanked herself for heeding his advice. She showed the screen to Charles, who took the phone and answered it."Hello," Charles said."Is this Solaire Dale’s phone?”"Who wants to know?”"I'm sorry, you don't know me. My name is Dominic Hale.”"What can I do for you, Mr. Hale?” Charles asked.“I have a business proposition for Ms. Dale. Would it be possible to schedule a time for me to speak with her?”"Okay, lea
Sapphire wheeled herself into the confines of her mother's house, the familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla greeting her as the door clicked shut behind her. Once inside, she glanced around, something she had become used to doing over the years to ensure she was alone.Satisfied, she rose from the wheelchair, her legs stiff from disuse. She made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.As she entered the sun-drenched kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. She had just poured herself a cup when she heard the front door open and close."Sapphire, are you here?" her mother asked."In the kitchen, Mom," Sapphire said, settling back into her wheelchair.Her mother appeared in the doorway, concerned and exasperated. She sighed and shook her head as she took in the sight of her daughter in the wheelchair."How long are you going to keep this up, Sapphire?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "This pretense... it's not healthy."Sapphire's
“How was your weekend? Did you do what I told you?” Aralise’s mother asked, her voice laced with excitement.“I tried, Mom, I did. But he left with Daryl.” Arlise’s tone was flat with a hint of defeat.“What do you mean he left with Daryl?”“I told him I was coming to the manor to spend time with Daryl because I miss her. And he agreed.” Aralise moved to the window and stared out, looking at nothing in particular. She just needed to move away from feeling stagnant.“If he agreed, why did he leave?”“I don’t know. When I got there laden with gifts, Isabella told me Dominic and Daryl had gone out. She didn’t know when they’d be back and that I could wait in the drawing room.” She exhaled.“Then what happened?” Casandra’s voice held a note of impatience.“Nothing happened. I waited, but they never came back.”“Waited?” There was a pause on the other end. “How long did you wait?” Disbelief could be hurt in her voice.“I waited the entire weekend. They never came back. It was so humiliatin
Dominic stood in the foyer of the mansion, his fingers trailing along the polished banister as he ascended the staircase. The sound of a violin drifted down from the upper floor, its melancholy notes tugging at his heart. He paused midway, closing his eyes to listen.Five years had passed since Solo left him, but the ache lingered. Dominic had devoted himself to raising Daryl and nurturing her musical talent. He'd watched with pride as she collected award after award, her name becoming synonymous with virtuosity in classical circles.As the violin's song reached its crescendo, Dominic resumed his climb. He approached Daryl's practice room, the door ajar. Through the gap, he could see his daughter—eyes closed in concentration as her small fingers danced the bow across the strings.The sunlight streaming through the window caught the golden highlights in her hair, reminding Dominic of autumn leaves.He leaned against the doorframe, content to watch in silence. As he studied his amazing
Vivian's hands trembled as she dialed the number, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. The line crackled to life, and she heard the familiar voice of her old friend on the other end."Clara, it's me," Vivian whispered, glancing over her shoulder to ensure she was alone."Vivian? What's going on? Your message sounded urgent," Clara replied, concern evident in her tone.“Is the line secure?”‘Yes, what’s wrong?”Vivian took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "I need your help. It's about the babies, our grandchildren. There's something... different about them."She paused, searching for the right words to explain the inexplicable. "They’re gifted, Clara. Their intelligence could be off the charts. I've never seen such potential in children so young."Clara remained silent on the other end, waiting for Vivian to continue. Vivian's voice grew hushed as she recounted the incidents she had witnessed of the children playing in the sandbox.“I’m not sur
Solo and Kirael stepped outside, the sun warming their faces as they surveyed the scene. In the sandbox, the children immersed themselves in their creations, each enthusiastically pursuing their interests.Damien's hands moved as he sculpted a miniature version of the main house in the sand. His brow furrowed as he added details to the tiny windows and doors. His creation showcased his keen eye and budding architectural skills.Beside him, Daniel sat cross-legged, his finger tracing patterns in the sand. At first glance, the patterns appeared to be squiggles. Closer inspection revealed that the boy had etched what looked like lines of code into the granular canvas. The symbols and numbers flowed logically, hinting at Daniel's understanding of computer languages.Nora's tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth as she twisted and turned a colorful Rubik's cube in her hands. Her eyes darted across the faces of the puzzle, her mind working through the algorithms to align the colors.
Solo smiled as she gazed out the window of their converted office and workstation. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the lawn, where the children played in a sand pit supervised by the nanny Kirael’s parents insisted on.It had been a whirlwind year filled with resentments, regrets, challenges, rewards, and moments of joy.Her grandmother’s mansion was huge, consisting of a main house and a few smaller houses connected by long cobbled pathways leading to the main house.She remembered her time in Florence and the emergence of Solaire Designs, a contractual enterprise that started within the House of Ricci, which was just a fledgling dream of hers and was encouraged by Charles.After only one year, and with the help of her dear friends, it had blossomed into a thriving business, exceeding both her and Kirael's most optimistic projections. The successful completion of their contract with the House of Ricci and sub-contract with the House of L
Miles let himself into the office—he walked in carrying a keyboard, its keys gleaming under the office lights, and headed toward the play area. “Where’s my little sunshine?” he said, pretending not to see her chewing on the corner of a plastic brick. Daryl giggled at the tall man towering above her, her chubby hands dropping the brick as she staggered to her feet, wobbling toward him with arms outstretched. Her delighted squeals filled the room.“Ma, ma,” she called, her baby voice sweet and endearing.“Hey, ugly Mama, I’m here too. Did you miss me as you strolled past?” Dominic’s voice cut in, laced with mock indignation. He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “What’s that you’re carrying?”“I noticed the last time I came how much she liked the music box I gave her and wondered if she wanted to create some music of her own,” Miles replied, setting the keyboard down on the floor.Dominic raised a brow, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “You mean you noticed how much that thing irrita
Closing his laptop, Dominic gazed at the play area in the corner of his office. A bittersweet smile on his face. He never imagined his life would turn out this way, but here he was, a single father doing his best to protect and nurture the precious little girl who had stolen his heart.He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He remembered moving the nursery to the room next to his, which Solo had once used for her artwork, and having to build an adjoining door to his bedroom after finding Daryl crying alone in her room.Aralise was nowhere to be seen while Sapphire played music in her room, which was so loud it could wake the dead. Appalled by their disgraceful, neglectful behavior, he called for the builders to do the necessary building work and moved Darryl’s cot into his room as a short-term solution.The mother returned several hours later, laden with shopping and a carefree smile. When he confronted them, both women said that the other was responsible. Aralise stated that Sap
When her words had reached his ears, something inside Miles snapped. He could no longer see her as the cute little girl he used to tutor. He stood, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her toward his bedroom, their lips never parting. He laid her on the bed, hovering over her."You're beautiful," he said, drinking in the sight of her aroused expression, her swollen lips red, and begging for more. She pulled him in for another kiss. They shed some of their clothes as their hands explored exposed skin. It should feel wrong doing this with her, but he couldn’t shake the belief of how right this felt. Every touch, every kiss seemed to ignite sparks between them. Their bodies moved in a natural rhythm like they had been made for each other.She attacked him with a hunger that matched his own, pulling him toward her for a searing kiss that threatened to set his very soul alight. Their lips crashed together, locked in passion, teeth-gnashing, and tongues