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Ten years later…The Black estate was alive with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold, intimidating mansion it had once been. “It wasn’t me!” Michael Black, once known for his gruff and no-nonsense demeanor, had long since abandoned any illusion of control in his household. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, sipping his morning coffee, and watching the chaos unfold in the garden below. His ten-year-old daughter, Sophia, a whirlwind of energy with her mother’s stubbornness and his sharp mind, was currently chasing her younger brother, Eli, around the backyard. Eli, at six years old, was just as mischievous as his sister, but with a charm that let him get away with just about anything—especially with his mother. Vivian had always been a force to be reckoned with, but as a mother, she was even more terrifyingly devoted. Michael smirked as he watched her from the window. She was standing with Scarlet, laughing as she scolded Sophia for attempting
Dear readers, we've come to the end of the Black brothers and I hope you enjoyed this ride with me. I want to appreciate every one of you for your unending support. Please don't forget to leave me a review on how you found the two stories on the main page. My next book will have someone you might remember from "MY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET." Ian Quinn. He will be in book two of the one I start next month. I look forward to sharing that with you.OTHER WORKS: If you would love to read my other works, please check them on my Author Center. OWNED BY THE MAFIA KINGTHE CEO'S REBORN WIFEBILLIONAIRE'S SWEETHEART MR. CEO, PLEASE MARRY OUR MUMMYMY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET.Thank you once again.Lots of love. EVW
Easton Kade Black, CEO of Black Enterprise, sat in his chair, Ocean blue eyes giving nothing away as he listened to Kai present to him the biggest plan of the quarter.“This fashion design competition, sir, will be the talk of the town for a long time. It will also gain us many followers as we stream the final day because we’ve designed it to attract a wide pool of fresh, innovative designers to work with us. The publicity we will generate will be like nothing we have seen so far.” Kai continued, pushing his round reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.Easton listened attentively, his long fingers drumming against the table. “Go on.” He urged Kai who nodded and gave Amanda a go-ahead to present her part of the plan. The rest of the employees followed keenly as they waited anxiously to see his reaction. Easton was extremely picky and he usually left his right hand, Kai, to review most of the plans and only present to him final drafts due to how busy his schedule was.But for som
“Mama, this is beautiful!” Jasmine’s eyes brightened as she looked at the dress Scarlet was holding up.“You think so?” Scarlet smiled, her heart warming at her little cheerleader. Jasmine nodded vigorously, her brown eyes widening even more, “Your clothes are always the best!”‘Hopefully, my clients love them too. We really need the money.’ Scarlet thought internally as she smiled at her daughter walking up to her and kissing her head before walking back to her sewing machine.Scarlet spent the hours that followed focused on making more and more designs so she could sell them at a cheaper price to help their financial situation. She had just placed the piece she was working on, on the table when her phone vibrated and her heart froze.Fear gripped her as she wondered if it was her Landlord again, ‘But it’s only been a day.’ She mumbled to herself as she watched the phone ring, afraid of checking the ID.“Mama? Your phone is ringing.” Jasmine pointed out.Scarlet sighed, as she lean
“How are we doing?” Easton asked Kai.Kai pulled down his tie slightly as he looked up at his boss. “Overwhelming. We have hundreds of applicants. We made sure word reached every corner of the country as you wanted, Sir.”Easton nodded, “Good. Have Amanda hand over all the designs to you, I need to take a look.” He instructed.“Yes sir,” Kai responded.And overwhelming it was indeed. Every person in the country applied. It was the talk of the city and the first thing the media talked about each morning. From talented to aspiring designers, they all wanted to work for the Black Enterprises knowing that would change their lives forever. Even cleaners and cooks earned more than an average person in Bayern so you can only imagine how much a designer would make. Seeing that everything was falling into place, Easton turned to walk towards his office. His heart couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. He was getting closer to finding her.But had she seen the advert?What if she didn’t
Easton’s car cruised through the streets, he tapped his long fingers on his thigh absentmindedly as he imagined the first thing he would say once he was face to face with Scarlet.Five years had passed since they last saw each other, but even after so long, no one had such an effect on him as she did. A painful memory he’d kept buried resurfaced.The image of her walking out on him, her cold words lingering in his mind like a wound that refused to heal. Her beautiful brown eyes which always sparkled when she looked at him looked dead.Was money her only goal from the beginning?“Easton! There’s been an accident!” Jade’s frantic voice echoed in his mind, pulling him deeper into his storm of emotions and opening the Pandora's box that held all his memories. One he held onto as a reminder of why he was going to make the two people who ruined his life pay! He clenched his jaw, resentment coursing through him. The woman he once loved had shown him how easily love could be twisted into be
"Mom, please let me come with you!” Jasmine’s small hands clung to her arm, eyes teary as she pleaded. “Sweetheart, we talked about this. It’s better if Aunt Aria stays with you today. I’ll be back soon,” Scarlet replied gently, brushing a stray curl from her daughter's forehead. Jasmine pouted making Scarlet’s heart shred into pieces. She also wanted her daughter to tag along but she couldn’t.What if she didn’t win and they were thrown out of the building? She had stayed up the previous night thinking of all possible scenarios and none of them ended with her walking out with a smile on her face.‘Then why are you going?’ An annoying voice taunted her.‘Because I’m desperate and I can’t mooch off Aria forever!’ She snapped.“Mama?” Jasmine’s melodic voice voice pulled her back. “Yes, honey.”“Are you going to wear that makeup, Mama? You look beautiful, but it has changed your face!” Jasmine pointed out, making Aria laugh so loudly that she choked on her coffee.“Mama just wanted t
Scarlet’s heart pounded hard as she fought to steady her breathing. His gaze was fixed on her, those ocean-blue eyes showing a mix of curiosity and something unreadable.Her mind raced, wondering how he’d recognized her. ' Maybe it was a guess,’ she thought as she decided to ignore him and pretend she didn’t hear him. But he only stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her,“Did you lose your hearing?” He taunted.For a brief second, she considered not responding, pretending to be someone else. But she knew Easton too well. He was the kind of man who noticed every detail, and it seemed makeup couldn’t save her either.Slowly, she dragged her eyes to meet his, biting her lip as her heart pounded hard against her chest..."Easton," she finally breathed, lifting her chin slightly, hoping her voice didn’t betray her nerves. "I didn’t expect…to see you here." “Where else would I be?” He placed his hands in his pockets.Scarlet was tempted to say, ‘Anywhere but here.’ But she remained
Dear readers, we've come to the end of the Black brothers and I hope you enjoyed this ride with me. I want to appreciate every one of you for your unending support. Please don't forget to leave me a review on how you found the two stories on the main page. My next book will have someone you might remember from "MY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET." Ian Quinn. He will be in book two of the one I start next month. I look forward to sharing that with you.OTHER WORKS: If you would love to read my other works, please check them on my Author Center. OWNED BY THE MAFIA KINGTHE CEO'S REBORN WIFEBILLIONAIRE'S SWEETHEART MR. CEO, PLEASE MARRY OUR MUMMYMY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET.Thank you once again.Lots of love. EVW
Ten years later…The Black estate was alive with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold, intimidating mansion it had once been. “It wasn’t me!” Michael Black, once known for his gruff and no-nonsense demeanor, had long since abandoned any illusion of control in his household. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, sipping his morning coffee, and watching the chaos unfold in the garden below. His ten-year-old daughter, Sophia, a whirlwind of energy with her mother’s stubbornness and his sharp mind, was currently chasing her younger brother, Eli, around the backyard. Eli, at six years old, was just as mischievous as his sister, but with a charm that let him get away with just about anything—especially with his mother. Vivian had always been a force to be reckoned with, but as a mother, she was even more terrifyingly devoted. Michael smirked as he watched her from the window. She was standing with Scarlet, laughing as she scolded Sophia for attempting
“What is going on?” Vivian asked, her voice laced with curiosity as Michael carefully led her outside, his large hands covering her eyes. “Just trust me,” he murmured near her ear, his deep voice sending a familiar shiver down her spine. Vivian huffed but didn’t argue. She could feel the cool evening breeze against her skin and the soft sound of music in the background. The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with something delicious—her stomach grumbled in anticipation. Finally, Michael stopped his hands slowly slipping away from her face. Vivian blinked as her vision adjusted, and when she finally took in what was before her, her breath hitched. The backyard had been transformed into something straight out of a dream. A large mattress covered in rose petals was nestled under twinkling fairy lights, and a beautifully set dinner table stood nearby, illuminated by the soft glow of candles. A huge screen was set up, ready to play what she assumed was one of their favorite
The grand estate was transformed into a dream-like setting, decorated in soft hues of pink and blue. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, and elegant floral arrangements adorned every corner of the sprawling garden. A large "Baby Black" banner hung over the beautifully arranged dessert table, where an assortment of sweets and a magnificent tiered cake waited to be cut. Michael had spared no expense, ensuring the event was perfect. Vivian, of course, had demanded something extravagant, and he had gladly complied. Vivian stood in the center of it all, glowing, her six-month baby bump accentuated by a flowing satin dress that curved just below her bust. She had chosen a shimmering gold gown, refusing to blend into the pink and blue theme. Her hair had been turned into soft curls, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Michael, ever the grumpy billionaire, stood beside her in a white shirt and black pants, looking both inpatient and ridiculously handsome. Vivian had complained a
Michael unlocked the door to their home. A cake in one hand and flowers in another.His mind still running through his conversation with Easton. Foot rubs, space, asking what she needed—it all felt a little… too simple. But he’d try. He needed to try. The moment he stepped inside, he was hit with the scent of freshly baked cookies. He paused, taking a slow breath. His heart rate quickened. Was she really baking? Vivian didn’t exactly strike him as the domestic type. His curiosity led him further into the house, and that’s when he saw her. Vivian stood by the kitchen counter, a wide grin on her face, clearly waiting for his reaction. Her apron was askew, flour streaked on her cheek, but she looked happier than he’d seen her in days. “Michael!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement. “I made cookies! I thought you’d like them.” “Really? I got you your cake and some flowers.” Micheal responded, hesitation filling his voice as he searched for a reaction.Vivian’s smil
Michael sat across from Easton at a secluded café, nursing a cup of coffee. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands kept fidgeting as if he had no idea what to do with them. His mind was racing, but he was at a complete loss. Easton sat back in his chair, eyes scanning the menu as if Michael wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown in front of him. Finally, he looked up, raising an eyebrow as he studied his older brother. “You look like shit,” Easton said with a smirk, clearly not concerned with Michael’s state of mind. Michael glared at him. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?” Easton chuckled and leaned forward, folding his arms across his chest. “So, what’s going on? The great Michael Black losing his cool over a pregnancy?” Michael huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t do anything right, Easton. She cries all the time, and I don’t know how to handle it. Everything I do seems to upset her. I just want her to be happy.”Easton raised
Michael’s grip tightened on his pen as his phone vibrated again. He ignored it. For the past thirty minutes, Vivian had been bombarding him with messages—most of them utterly useless. Vivian: [Where’s the cup?]Michael: [Kitchen.] Vivian:[Where are the plates?]Michael: [Same place as the cups.] Vivian:[Should I bring you lunch?]Michael: [No.]Vivian:[Why not?]Michael inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to rub his temples. He was in a high-stakes meeting with top executives, discussing a billion-dollar deal, and his wife was acting like a toddler. They had moved into a new home because she hated penthouses and apartments. So he had built her a house she could turn into a home but now he was regretting having had everything done. He should have let her decorate to keep her busy. Another buzz. Vivian:[What are you doing?] Michael clenched his jaw. [Working.]Vivian: [Boring. Want me to send you a funny picture?]He didn’t reply. Two seconds later— Buzz.He g
6 months later….“Vivian, please! You have to talk to your husband!"Vivian held the phone away from her ear, staring at it like it had personally offended her. She sighed, reclining further into the oversized armchair, her silk nightgown draping over her six-month belly. Her father’s frantic voice continued. “He’s taken everything! The company, the house—do you hear me? I have nothing left! Your sister's savings for her tuition!" Vivian swirled the fresh orange juice in her glass, utterly unimpressed. “Mmm. That does sound like a problem.” "Vivian Chen!”“It's Mrs Black. Don't make me lose my temper this morning.”“Right. Right. You see you're his wife make him reverse it!” Vivian had no idea what Micheal had done but she was bored and would enjoy every moment of it. She sighed dramatically. "Oh, I’m sorry. I should be more understanding. After all, when I needed help, everyone rushed to my aid, didn’t they? Oh wait—no one did.” "This isn’t funny! Tell Michael to stop this
The room felt impossibly small despite how grand the ceremony was. Vivian’s pulse thundered in her ears as the priest began speaking, his voice a distant sound compared to the storm of emotions within her.So this was happening. Instead of being sold to an old hag, she was now marrying a stranger who she had a one night with. It's not the best option, but it's definitely the lesser evil. Michael’s hand remained wrapped around hers—firm, warm, unshaking.He looked like he was sure about this. Calm and collected while her mind was going wild, and she was about to go insane from the number of thoughts that were spinning in her head. Doubts. Fear. Uncertainty. He had always been a mystery, with a strong aura she folded to. Yet, standing here, the certainty in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. This was real.The priest cleared his throat. "The couple has chosen to exchange personal vows. Michael, you may begin."“We have?” Vivian blurted out, making everyone chuckle. It was li