★★★★★The next morning, Rebecca was awakened by a knock on the door. Feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep, she stepped out of her room and was greeted by Connor, holding a bouquet. His skin glistened with sweat, and he was shirtless, his athletic build on full display, adding an undeniable charm. She couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, her cheeks warming as her thoughts wandered in directions she hadn’t expected.In the past, she might have teased him, but now he was no longer the boy she used to know—he was a grown man.“I don’t recall any special occasion that warrants flowers this early,” she remarked, her tone light. “And why are you so sweaty?”"I was out jogging and somehow took a liking to these flowers," Connor said with a playful smile, his eyes lingering on Rebecca’s messy yet endearing appearance. "Then I realized I had no one to give them to... until I got home.""Next time, if the flowers are not for me, I won't take them," Rebecca replied with a casual smi
★★★★★ The sudden outburst left everyone at the table stunned. The butler quickly served Connor, who chuckled and glanced at Edward. “Relax, Ed! I’m not in any rush,” he said, casually reaching for Rebecca’s half-finished juice. Edward’s jaw tightened, a flicker of frustration evident as his eyes locked on Rebecca. Just as he was about to speak, Veronica broke the silence. “I didn’t know Edward had a brother!” Veronica exclaimed, her surprise evident as she took in the striking man now comfortably seated beside Rebecca. "Well, that's because Edward’s always been secretive—and shy," Connor teased, a playful smirk on his face. "Just like he never mentioned you or how much he adored you until I saw you two on TV." Simultaneously, he sliced his omelette and placed a piece onto Rebecca’s plate. She shook her head to decline, but he insisted, "I asked the cook to make it for us both. Besides, I know how much you love omelettes for breakfast." "Thank you," Rebecca murmured. "How about we
★★★★★“He’s doing it all for himself. He makes me feel like I’m the employee here,” Klein said, frustration flashing in his eyes.“If you tried looking at this positively, you wouldn’t feel like an employee. Besides, he’s the one who got you out of prison. I don’t think you should be bothered by something so minor,” Rebecca replied. She knew one thing for sure—as long as Edward gave his word, he wouldn’t let this company suffer.“Rebecca,” Pete began, cutting into the tense exchange between father and daughter, “you have no idea what he’s capable of. He manipulates you, makes you believe he’s working for your benefit, but in truth, he’s just reaching out to take what’s closest to you.”"I understand! But what exactly are you thinking, Dad?" Rebecca asked her father after listening to Pete. Somewhere, she could connect the dot to what she listened to outside of the chamber."Nothing. All I want is to remain the owner of my own company," Klein said, standing up from his seat as he made
★★★★★ “I’m fine, Mr. Pete! I just wasn’t really prepared to go out,” Rebecca replied, offering an excuse. She hadn’t realized how closely Pete was watching her. “You look perfect. I mean, you’re perfect just the way you are!” Pete said warmly. His words were meant to be sweet, but instead of making her blush, they left Rebecca feeling distinctly uncomfortable. "Thank you, Mr. Pete!" Rebecca said. "Call me Pete- and I mean it," Pete said, staring at the side of her face. Rebecca, in response, smiled lightly and hurried inside the gallery. It was uncomfortable to hear such sweet words from a middle-aged man, who had a twisted intention. The gallery was vast and stunning, filled with people admiring the exclusive photographs on display. Though she had been hesitant about coming, Rebecca found herself unexpectedly enjoying the experience. Taking a turn, she went to the next session but got stumped seeing her three huge pictures in three frames. It was from yesterday night when she wa
★★★★★"I am thinking about Me! You just dragged me out in front of the crowd. Can't you be a little mindful about me or my image? I am not a piece of luggage!" Rebecca yelled at Edward’s face because she was truly ashamed of the way she was dragged."What happened to the image when you decided to hang out with an old man, wandering in the city in his car? Do you think people will awe seeing you with him?" Edward's voice was more demanding than questioning as if his fury was going higher, mentioning the matter."First of all, it is my choice," Rebecca snapped, her voice firm, "Second, I was excited to watch the gallery so I came! I did not do it for public image." Edward's body leaned forward, menacing eyes looking down at Rebecca like knives as he said, "How can you forget what you said to me when you were in a dire situation?" The more Edward talked, the more chill emitted from his aura, "My order is your command. So when I said you bring back the file, then why did your 'brave dad'
★★★★★ "God, what is wrong with this couch!" Rebecca continuously put all their strength into moving the couch, yet she was unable to move it a little, increasing her irritation. Meanwhile, Edward, who was aware why Rebecca's effort was not giving her satisfaction, kept his mouth closed, even though he was giving her sidelong glances frequently. "Argh!" Rebecca cried out and kicked the couch with her right foot. Since she was on a heel, her foot twisted, and she fell on the ground, crying loudly, "Ahh... my foot!" As soon as her hand reached to the heel, her eyes welled up in tears, with a whimper, "Oh, god!" Edward gritted his teeth and stood up from his seat, making his way to Rebecca. Going to his knees he picked Rebecca up from the ground in his arms and made her sit on the couch. He said, "Can't you see the couch is impossible to move because it is fixed to the ground?" His frustration laced in his voice. "Can't you inform me about this a minute ago, when I was struggling to
★★★★Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with some of her friends in a cafe, having coffee and snacks. While the conversation flowed around her, she seemed lost, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance."Ve, come back on earth!" Hosey exclaimed, giving a gentle nudge to Veronica. She was a close friend of Veronica and also a model. Both of them walked together on the ramp many times all over the world."I am listening to all of you!" Veronica dismissed Hosey's words with a smile that did not reach to her eyes, causing another friend to tease, "Are you missing your Mr Perfect? I mean, Mr Harrington is a perfect man, but, obsessing over him in this way is not good for your health and mind.""Shut up, Jena! I am not," said Veronica, waving her hand in front of her face before grabbing her coffee that had not been touched since it was served."Ah- Huh! I can smell, Veronica, something is troubling you. What is it!?" Hosey asked, her tone was concerning."Do you remember Rebecca Jonas?" Veron
★★★★★ "I got you startled, how?" Connor said, coming to the desk, "What are you doing on Edward's laptop? You know he is going to kill you," Connor had a comfortable smile on his face. "Nothing, I'm just looking for things to communicate with him since he is not picking up my phone. I just want to get out of this place," Rebecca said, standing up from the chair before making her way out of the desk. "Well, I share the same thought. Let’s go!" Connor said, his voice was enthusiastic. "How can I? There is a lot more work I need to finish. Plus, I can’t leave without telling him. In the morning, just because I did not bring the file to him, he punished me with these files. Who knows what he would tell me to do if I left the office now," Rebecca said, pushing away some hair from her face. "As long as you have me you do not need to fear of him. He won't say no to me, you know that. Besides, where he is?" Connor asked, "My sources said he is in a business meeting and definitely won't b
★★★★"What I am wearing?" Rebecca questioned back, her tone no less than teasing. Her eyes sexily moved from his eyes to his lips, "I love the way you look at me." As she bit the corner of her lower lip.Seeing that, Edward rolled his eyes and let go of her hand, knowing well what she was attempting to do."Men are working in the house. You are well aware that you are not invisible. Go to your room and wear something underneath it," Edward said with a soft tone, not a drop of irritation reflected in his voice. Veronica, standing not a little far from them, picked up this small action instantly.She could hardly remember him being so gentle toward her. 'Huh! Let go of being gentle, he didn't even care what she wore.'"Is this turned you on? Like... last?" Rebecca paused and gave him a wink. At the same time, her incomplete sentence left Veronica's thoughts berserk, and she moved forward and had her eyes on Edward before they shifted back to Rebecca. "What last?" She asked, "Did somethi
★★★★★A shadow entered Edward’s room, very careful with the steps as it made its way to the drawer, a particular one next to the bed. There was a gun in that drawer and the person was sneaking into Edward's room just to get the gun. It seemed the person knew every detail in that room. Silently, the shadow replaced the gun with a replica, before making its way out of the room.On the other hand, back in the room, Rebecca was lying on the bed exhausted as Edward had his face resting next to her pillow; his breathing was even. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before her gaze fell next to her, on Edward, as his words buzzed in her head. He said, 'I did not kiss Veronica. She deliberately made it happen for you to see. I have never touched her.'Though she had no reason to believe his words, at that point, the truth his eyes reflected while he was saying that, she could not overlook. 'Why did he care to explain to me? I did not ask for it,' her brows drawn together in confusion,
★★★★"You cannot be serious," Rebecca managed to mutter, as she bit her lips next. She could not tell if it was the intoxication or if he truly made her thoughts wild. "I want to show you the definition of a desirable man," Edward said, letting go of her toe as he stood up, his eyes clouded with hunger. There was a craving to nip every corner of her body when he maintained his gaze on her.Rebecca opened her eyes slowly and was dazzled by the sight as Edward tugged his hand under his white t-shirt and removed it from his body in one pull, displaying his broad, muscular chest. The tattoo of a pair of horns was an eye-catcher. Her eyes trailed all over his chest before it moved up to her eyes. His smirk at the corner of his lips stretched further.Rebecca swallowed her nervousness, the previous arrogance falling apart as she found herself stuck in the charm of Edward Harrington."I don't think you should be here. Besides, the mistake that once happened, I don’t want it to be repeated,"
★★★★The last string of his patience was ripped apart as soon as her words drifted into his ears. His dull eyes deepened as he moved ahead, approaching Rebecca. His hand slid around her waist and he pulled her into his chest, causing Rebecca to be swallowed by his cold aura.His action was abrupt and terrifying, which made Rebecca panic, and she was about to shout at him. But his unsettled voice near her ear pinched her voice, "You do not think before you speak, do you? It's not a wise move to step on my sanity every minute. As long as you are my wife, no man will touch you unless they want their death note from me." The hair on her nap stood up. The proud heart finally thumped, prompting her to grasp through her lips."You won't do anything like that nor do I care about the phrase you have just mentioned. As long as I feel the man is desirable, I won't mind being with them. Guilt is not in my dictionary, " said Rebecca raising her chin as the coldness crossed her eyes.Placing her ha
★★★★★Later that night, Rebecca arrived at the Harrington Manor; her mood was pretty relaxed since she had two beers on her way, and the cab driver was pretty funny. She made her way to the door, holding an almost-finished beer bottle. She hummed a song, making her way to her room, the lights were dim in the hall, but it was not her concern. She threw her heels next to a rack and massaged her neck as it felt sore. But before she put down the bottle, the bright light in the hall flickered abruptly in her eyes, making her groan.She looked behind to find out who turned on the light and ruined her soft mood, her eyes met with Edward's cold eyes. His face was hard as stone as if someone stole his precious arrogance. The thought made her chuckle, but she quickly put a stop to it. "I was walking fine. My sight wasn't hindered because of the low brightness," She said in a casual tone, dismissing the different aura he was emitting. "Good night!" She said and turned around to go to her room
★★★★★ "Miss Jonas' name send you in trance?" Imara said with a teasing tone as she poured tea into the cups. The fresh smell of the tea spread fresh wings across the room, bringing Edward out of his thoughts. He rested his arm on the armrest, answering, "Two of you have a wide imagination, I must say. But it is not what you are thinking?" "That's a shame! I love that girl," Turner said, grasping a teacup from Imara, who offered him a small cake with it. "How about I choose her for Daniel, Imara? What do you think?" Turner asked, his tone had a hint of seriousness. "Are you sure, Dad?" Imara answered; her gaze shifted from Turner to Edward and she saw his unwinded face became dark. Before she could say something to adjust the situation Edward stood up, saying, "I am done here. If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to reach out to me." The situation startled Imara, who instantly thought Edward got pissed because of their words. She put the cup down and got up, adding
★★★★★"Yes, Edward. How are you, Turner?" said Edward with a calm tone, making his way to Turner, who was sitting by the window, basking under the sun that poured its sunshine inside filtering through the window."I am well. I was waiting for you to come. My eyes longed to see your face," Turner said, his smile did not leave his face."Why did not you call or reach out to me?" Edward sat opposite him. He thought, wondering if he should look for him once. But how could he, his own life was so pressed by stuff. "My hands became weak," Turner mentioned looking at his hands, "I am suffering from....from," the frown appeared on his forehead. "Alzheimer!" The woman’s voice interrupted the conversation and Turner glanced toward the door. His smile bloomed as he nodded, "Yes, Alzheimer... thank you, Imara." His expression softened, "Ed, do you recall Imara," he shifted his gaze back to Edward. "Yeah... she has grown up fine, and she looks more like your wife," said Edward, lightening the m
★★★★"There is nothing to lie about, Miss Veronica. The boss doesn't care about anyone's opinion and feelings. If he does have something for Miss Rebecca, I think he would come out to the world openly and proudly. So all I can say to you is to wait and see," said Trevor patiently and collected all the files from the ground. "I can't lose him. I don’t know what I would do to the people he cares for," spat Veronica with anger, making her way to the exit. With both hands resting on the waist, Trevor could only sigh. It seemed to him Veronica had just called a war against Rebecca.Meanwhile, Edward relentlessly called Rebecca, but he did not get an answer from her, increasing the irritation in his head. "Damn it, pick up the phone!" Edward shouted, looking at the phone as the call kept ringing. The growing frustration in his head was punching his patience. As a result, the following second, he cut the call and punched the steering wheel hard. Exhaling, Edward dialled Trevor with a dark
★★★★★Edward clenched his fists and stared at Veronica for a moment, adding, "I do not love anyone. But it seems to me you are run over by your jealousy. How about you stop looking for me from now on? But that won't affect your career, nor the project my company has promised to you." The impatience in Edward’s eyes was apparent as if he wanted to follow Rebecca, who misunderstood him."What? No, you cannot do that to me... I am looking for you because I care for you, not because I want my career to thrive on your name," said Veronica, drawing close to the desk as her eyes flickered with fear instead of shock as if she had been expecting such an outcome for a long time."I am a very particular man who is always clear about his feelings. If you can recall, I have told you in one sentence that you cannot see me getting attached to you just because you are walking, running around me," Edward said clearly; his tone was firm, leaving no reason for Veronica to deny. And he grabbed his coat,