Henry stepped into the cafe as he went through his phone, reading the text from Alex that confirmed his package had been sent to his house. He was satisfied by what Alex had been able to gather in a matter of a few hours. After what Anaya told him yesterday, he couldn’t just sit back and let a scumbag like Thomas go.Even though she had been adamant in him not interfering, he couldn’t get it off his mind until he did something about it. He hated the way Thomas looked at Anaya last night at the party as though they were still together.If he had intervened a second later, Thomas would have had his hand on Anaya. “Henry!” He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw his sister waving at him. It wasn’t hard to find her in the crowd of customers because of her fiery red hair. He walked towards her and sat across from her.“You have absolutely ten minutes to get straight to the point, Hana.” Henry deadpanned, not wanting to beat around the bush.He knew his younger sister had called hi
“Alright, thank you very much for your time, Mr. John.” Anaya ended the fruitless call with the investor. Tossing her phone aside, she plopped on the bed face first so her scream could come out muffled.Flipping onto her back, she stared at the blank ceiling, wondering how a miracle was going to fall from the sky to save her company from dying. Maia had put her through a dozen investors but none of them seemed interested in even hearing out her pitch.She was tempted to use the Fitzgerald card on them but she knew how totally degrading that would be to her personality. She had grown her father’s company to where it was today with nothing but wits and sheer will to attain success.She wasn’t going to use someone else’s name to convince the investors who had no interest in partaking in her business. Her ringtone filled the walls of her new bedroom and she checked the caller ID to see it was Daisy calling on video call. With a sigh, she answered the call and her friend’s face showed up
Anaya knew she was in terrible trouble when Ryle broke out in loud chuckles at his father. For a minute, Henry stood by the door, not knowing what to do. Anaya felt the need to apologize so she stepped forward.“Ready or not, here I come!” Henry picked the pack of flour from the floor and raced after Ryle who took off screaming at the top of his lungs.In a matter of seconds, Henry caught Ryle and tackled him while bathing him with flour. Ryle’s giggles and Henry’s sinister laughter made Anaya smile so hard her cheeks were starting to hurt.It was almost surreal to see someone as stoic as Henry being this playful with his child. She realised he always kept this soft and gentle side of him for Ryle. That showed just how much he loved and cared for his son.“Daddy, stop!! Stop!!” Ryle laughed as Henry tickled him.“Say you’re sorry for messing up the house. Apologize now.” Henry doused more flour over Ryle’s head, the huge smile never leaving his face.“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Ryle fina
Soft lights glittered over the dark water as the yacht swayed under the night tides. Anaya stepped onto the deck, the pulse of the lively music blasting in the air. The atmosphere was electric and it was clear everyone was having a good time already.“I’ve never been to a yacht party before.” She leaned on her tiptoe for Henry to hear her voice over the loud music. “The Yus yacht parties are the best in town. Private and unhinged. Stick close to me.” Henry pulled her closer to him as more people filled into the yacht.Anaya adjusted the mask on her face–a silver piece with black curls swirling over her eyes. It was a mask themed party and Henry had prepared everything even before she had the chance to visit a boutique.She had no idea how he managed to get her perfect size but the flowing satin gown snuggled her body appropriately. She matched the silver dress with strappy heels embedded with crystal accents.Henry’s outfit was simple as well—a black dress shirt, grey pants and a pla
Henry rushed down the deck, trying to calm his racing heart. He had just almost overstepped his boundaries with Anaya and he cursed himself for trying to take advantage of the moment. He couldn’t remember the last time he had acted so irrationally but he was grateful he was able to stop himself before actually kissing her. He had to remind himself that their marriage was nothing but a contract of mutual benefits and he couldn’t breach any of their terms and conditions.Still, he found it hard to get the look on Anaya’s face, after he pulled away from her, out of his head. She looked…disappointed–almost like she had been craving for him to kiss her.Or maybe he was mistaken and his brain was just cooking up scenes to mask his guilt. He sighed under his breath. He needed a stronger liquor to drown his thoughts and possibly erase the embarrassment of his mistake. “Where’s Anaya?” Yara asked, stopping him on his way to the bar.Henry gritted his teeth, not wanting to tell Yara what just
Anaya’s chest felt heavy, almost like tons of bricks were placed on top of her body for hours. She breathed in, the air around her stiff and sterile. Her limbs were unmovable and it took a lot of effort on her part to open her eyes.She stared at the blank white ceiling for a while, trying to organize her thoughts amidst her aching head. The soft beeping sound coming from a device made her feel as if she were in a dream. Then, she saw someone–Henry.He was seated in a chair beside her bed, slumped and still. His disheveled hair was damp and his clothes were wrinkled like he had taken a shower with them on. His eyes were open but he was staring at the wall across him, far off from reality.She shifted slightly and Henry shot up immediately, his eyes dilating with panic. “Anaya.” Anaya licked her dry lips and forced herself to speak audibly. “What…happened?” Henry released a deep breath, relief flashing across his face like all he ever wished for was to hear her voice. “Y-You fell ove
Anaya blinked her eyes open, squinting as the morning light filtered into the room through the window blinds. She stretched her aching limbs softly and then, she paused. Something felt wrong.Turning to her side, she realized that she was alone in the room. A frown adorned her face. She wondered if Henry sleeping with her on the bed last night had been a dream.Then, she spotted something from the corner of her eye. The note laying next to her pillow confirmed it had been real. She reached for the note and read the sharp but neat handwriting which said.“Something urgent came up and I had to step out of the office. You were sleeping soundlessly and it would have been a crime to wake you up. Get your much needed rest.- H.F”A smile spread onto her lips as she read his rushed words over and over again. Running her fingers over the paper, her heart tightening as she didn’t know why something as tiny as his handwriting made her this happy.Interrupting her thoughts, a soft knock hit the d
Her grip on the phone tightened and she was rendered speechless. She hadn’t thought she would be talking to the person who tried to kill her as soon as today.Noticing the curious pairs of eyes on her, she dropped the phone from her ear and forced a smile–polite but firm. “Can you both excuse me for a while? I need to answer this.” Daisy hesitated, looking like she was about to say something before stopping herself. Maia narrowed her eyes slightly but nodded.“Of course, I’ll be right outside.” Maia left the room and Daisy followed after. As soon as the door closed behind them, Anaya placed the phone in her ear. “Who are you?” She gritted out and a low laughter rumbled.It sent chills down her body. The voice wasn’t human–it had been altered by some technology so she couldn’t deduce if it was a male or a female.“Revealing who I am too soon would only spoil the fun, Anaya.”“Playing with a person’s life is something funny to you?” Anaya hissed. “What do you want? Tell me and let thi
Anaya tapped her laptop screen, analyzing the sales chart Maia had prepared for her. With the new investment, things have been going smoothly in the company and she couldn’t be any happier.Technically, she had no urgent need for her mother’s trust fund anymore but she still needed to get a hold of it before her uncle tried to act cunning.A soft knock came from the door before Maia walked in, holding her tablet. “Boss, the report from the investigator is out.” Maia handed her the tablet.Anaya had hired a private investigator to look into the incident at the yacht. If she wanted to find out who this person was, she needed to be one step ahead of him or her. Virtually everyone who attended the party was an acquaintance of Henry and a stranger to her.Why would a stranger want her dead?“Nothing?” She frowned at the report from the investigator.“Yes, he said there was nothing suspicious. Not even a circumstantial evidence that would have implicated any of the guests.” Maia said grimly
Soft sunlight snuck into the room through the curtains and Anaya groaned slightly, stretching her limbs. However, her hand touched something hard which made her pause for a moment.Turning her head slowly to the side, the sight she saw was adoring. Henry was sleeping soundlessly with his black hair sprawled all over his head. His arm was around her as though his body naturally found hers during the night.He looked peaceful as he slept. Almost like the weight he carried on his shoulders when he was awake was too heavy for him.Anaya hesitated, her hand reaching out to comb his hair just when she noticed something by the door. Her eyes widened as her lips parted with shock. She was mistaken. It wasn’t a thing but someone.“Good morning to you too, Anaya.” Margeret's smile certainly didn’t reach her eyes.Shooting up from the bed in an instant, Anaya swayed a bit from the slight ache in her head from her sudden movement. “G-Good morning.” She mumbled under her breath while trying to sta
Anaya closed her laptop with a huff, falling back on the bed with exhaustion. Her hair laid behind her as she stared up at the ceiling with boredom. It has been three days since she returned home after the incident, yet, she hadn’t stepped a foot out of the room.Henry hired someone–a menace–to take care of her every need. As soon as she woke up, the woman helped her to the bathroom to take her bath, she cooked for her and even helped her read her emails.Each time she tried to stand up from the bed, the woman would hit her back with a lecture of how she needed to rest in order not to suffer complications later. Anaya would have thought she was pregnant at the rate Henry was being overprotective of her.The first few days she tried to play along because her body did need the rest but today was the last straw. She needed to get out of the room before she ran mad.Two rapid knocks sounded at the door and she looked up to see Henry leaning on the doorway with a smile. “How are you?” He a
Henry rested by the balcony of this office, the breeze at the top floor soft against his face. He quickly had to rush out of the hospital for an urgent meeting with a client. Though, he stayed a few minutes watching Anaya soundlessly sleep in his arms.He hadn’t felt that in ages. Someone naturally fitting into his arms like they were made for each other. It reminded him of the many years he had woken up with Lauren by his side. Those quiet and intimate mornings they shared in each other’s arms were one of the most precious memories he had of her.He felt terrible. Like he was betraying her by thinking, worrying and caring for Anaya. He didn't want things to turn out like this. He didn’t want to see her as his wife but only as Ryle’s stepmother.Still, he needed to find out what happened to her last night. Something was off, and he trusted his gut instincts more than anything.He didn’t believe the story she cooked up for him. Not one bit.Anaya hadn’t slipped from the yacht due to ca
Her grip on the phone tightened and she was rendered speechless. She hadn’t thought she would be talking to the person who tried to kill her as soon as today.Noticing the curious pairs of eyes on her, she dropped the phone from her ear and forced a smile–polite but firm. “Can you both excuse me for a while? I need to answer this.” Daisy hesitated, looking like she was about to say something before stopping herself. Maia narrowed her eyes slightly but nodded.“Of course, I’ll be right outside.” Maia left the room and Daisy followed after. As soon as the door closed behind them, Anaya placed the phone in her ear. “Who are you?” She gritted out and a low laughter rumbled.It sent chills down her body. The voice wasn’t human–it had been altered by some technology so she couldn’t deduce if it was a male or a female.“Revealing who I am too soon would only spoil the fun, Anaya.”“Playing with a person’s life is something funny to you?” Anaya hissed. “What do you want? Tell me and let thi
Anaya blinked her eyes open, squinting as the morning light filtered into the room through the window blinds. She stretched her aching limbs softly and then, she paused. Something felt wrong.Turning to her side, she realized that she was alone in the room. A frown adorned her face. She wondered if Henry sleeping with her on the bed last night had been a dream.Then, she spotted something from the corner of her eye. The note laying next to her pillow confirmed it had been real. She reached for the note and read the sharp but neat handwriting which said.“Something urgent came up and I had to step out of the office. You were sleeping soundlessly and it would have been a crime to wake you up. Get your much needed rest.- H.F”A smile spread onto her lips as she read his rushed words over and over again. Running her fingers over the paper, her heart tightening as she didn’t know why something as tiny as his handwriting made her this happy.Interrupting her thoughts, a soft knock hit the d
Anaya’s chest felt heavy, almost like tons of bricks were placed on top of her body for hours. She breathed in, the air around her stiff and sterile. Her limbs were unmovable and it took a lot of effort on her part to open her eyes.She stared at the blank white ceiling for a while, trying to organize her thoughts amidst her aching head. The soft beeping sound coming from a device made her feel as if she were in a dream. Then, she saw someone–Henry.He was seated in a chair beside her bed, slumped and still. His disheveled hair was damp and his clothes were wrinkled like he had taken a shower with them on. His eyes were open but he was staring at the wall across him, far off from reality.She shifted slightly and Henry shot up immediately, his eyes dilating with panic. “Anaya.” Anaya licked her dry lips and forced herself to speak audibly. “What…happened?” Henry released a deep breath, relief flashing across his face like all he ever wished for was to hear her voice. “Y-You fell ove
Henry rushed down the deck, trying to calm his racing heart. He had just almost overstepped his boundaries with Anaya and he cursed himself for trying to take advantage of the moment. He couldn’t remember the last time he had acted so irrationally but he was grateful he was able to stop himself before actually kissing her. He had to remind himself that their marriage was nothing but a contract of mutual benefits and he couldn’t breach any of their terms and conditions.Still, he found it hard to get the look on Anaya’s face, after he pulled away from her, out of his head. She looked…disappointed–almost like she had been craving for him to kiss her.Or maybe he was mistaken and his brain was just cooking up scenes to mask his guilt. He sighed under his breath. He needed a stronger liquor to drown his thoughts and possibly erase the embarrassment of his mistake. “Where’s Anaya?” Yara asked, stopping him on his way to the bar.Henry gritted his teeth, not wanting to tell Yara what just
Soft lights glittered over the dark water as the yacht swayed under the night tides. Anaya stepped onto the deck, the pulse of the lively music blasting in the air. The atmosphere was electric and it was clear everyone was having a good time already.“I’ve never been to a yacht party before.” She leaned on her tiptoe for Henry to hear her voice over the loud music. “The Yus yacht parties are the best in town. Private and unhinged. Stick close to me.” Henry pulled her closer to him as more people filled into the yacht.Anaya adjusted the mask on her face–a silver piece with black curls swirling over her eyes. It was a mask themed party and Henry had prepared everything even before she had the chance to visit a boutique.She had no idea how he managed to get her perfect size but the flowing satin gown snuggled her body appropriately. She matched the silver dress with strappy heels embedded with crystal accents.Henry’s outfit was simple as well—a black dress shirt, grey pants and a pla