Chapter: Chapter 114: Birthday GirlThe late afternoon sun swept through the tall windows of the Harrington family home, bathing every object with a soft golden glow over the sunroom that overlooked the sprawling rose garden. Three years had passed since that perfect spring wedding, and the estate had transformed in the most wonderful ways. A new swing set stood beneath the old oak tree, painted in soft pink and white. A small vegetable patch-Keira's proud project, bloomed with cherry tomatoes and colorful marigolds. And in the distance, a gentle white pony grazed lazily in the fenced paddock, its name (Sparkles) painted on a wooden sign in wobbly five-year-old handwriting.Inside, the air smelled of fresh vanilla cake and wildflowers.Kimberly stood at the kitchen island, carefully piping pale blush frosting onto a three-tiered birthday cake. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few strands escaping to frame her face, and she wore a simple sundress that hugged her gently rounded belly. At six months pregnant with their
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Chapter: Chapter 113: To The Rest Of Our LivesA FEW WEEKS LATER ~~ THE WEDDINGThe late spring sun bathed the sprawling rose garden of Bryce’s countryside estate in a soft, glow. Fairy lights twinkled from the trees and along the elegant flower arch, were ivory garden roses, blush ranunculus, and delicate spirea intertwined with sage greenery. Rows of white chairs held their intimate circle of about a hundred guests—close friends, family, and a handful of trusted associates, who watched with warm smiles as the string quartet played a gentle, romantic melody.Keira, looking like an absolute princess in her blush-pink tulle gown with sparkling accents and a crown of tiny roses, walked ahead of Kimberly as the flower girl. She took her role very seriously, at first. With a small white basket in hand, she scattered rose petals mixed with gold confetti in dramatic handfuls, twirling once or twice for good measure. The guests chuckled softly at her theatrical flair.Then came Kimberly, radiant in her off-the-shoulder A-line gown. The
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Chapter: Chapter 112Bryce hadn’t said anything right away when he heard it. He had simply frozen, his gaze snapping to Kimberly’s face, searching her expression to see if she had heard the same thing he had. He needed to be sure it wasn't a hallucination brought on by the stress of the afternoon.And now, a full hour later, it was still sinking in, slow and deep, like warm water you don’t realize is rising until it’s already up to your chest.Pregnant.His thumb kept moving in these slow, gentle circles over the back of her hand. Over and over again, the same little motion, like he needed that steady rhythm just to keep himself grounded in the moment.Kimberly caught him staring and the corners of her mouth lifted just a tiny bit, even after everything that had happened.“You’re staring again,” she whispered, her voice still a little soft and tired.Bryce didn’t even bother pretending he wasn’t.“Didn’t plan on stopping,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I just found out my wife is ca
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Chapter: Chapter 111: Going To Be Parents Again**********Bryce was in the middle of a high-stakes board meeting when his phone buzzed with a frantic text from Cindy. He didn't bother to read the whole thing, the first few words were enough to stir something in him. “Your wife is having a breakdown. Her dad showed up.”The instant he read that, he left the meeting without a word to his directors.In just few minutes, he was in the estate of his mansion. The sight that greeted him when he entered the house, stoped him dead in his tracks. Kimberly was huddled on the couch, looking nothing like the woman he saw this morning before leaving for work. Her mascara had left dark tracks down her pale cheeks. She looked so small and haunted.Bryce was across the room in just two strides, dropping to his knees in front of her. He didn’t care about his custom suit or the fact that she was trembling so hard he could feel it.“Kim,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He took her
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Chapter: Chapter 110: A Life That Doesn't Include YouThe boutique, which seconds ago felt like a sanctuary of lace and laughter, suddenly felt like a tomb. Kimberly didn’t move. She couldn't. Her reflection, once a vision of a “garden fairy,” now looked like a ghost. That couldn't be her dad, right?Someone tell her it wasn't her father she was staring at right now. But reality soon sank back into her, reminding her she was looking at exactly the man she thought she was hallucinating.He looked older, his hair was silvered now, and his posture slightly stooped, but the eyes were the same. The same eyes that had looked at her years ago, and had told her she was getting married, and had given her no room for protest. Raymond was holding a small, weathered envelope in his trembling hands, looking entirely out of place amidst the ivory silk and expensive champagne.“Kimberly,” he croaked. The sound of her name in his voice was like sandpaper on a raw wound.The spell broke
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Chapter: Chapter 109: Saying Yes To The Dress~~ A FEW DAYS LATER ~~Cindy sat on a plush velvet chaise nearby, her legs crossed, with a glass of champagne in hand and a huge grin on her face as she sipped from her glass, her eyes never leaving her best friend who stood on the raised platform in front of a three-way mirror, her hands smoothing over the delicate fabric of the dress she currently had on. It was a romantic off-the-shoulder A-line gown with intricate lace appliqués that looked like delicate vines and wildflowers climbing up the bodice and cascading gently down the skirt. The lightweight chiffon flowed effortlessly, moving with her like a soft breeze, ideal for an outdoor ceremony at the countryside estate that she and her “fiance” had agreed on. A subtle blush undertone in the lace gave it that whimsical garden feel without being overly sweet.“Oh my God, Kim,” Cindy breathed, fanning herself dramatically. “That’s the one. I’m calling it. You look like a literal garden fairy who decided to become a queen. Bryce is
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Craved By My Fiance's Brother
One brother owns her future.
The other is addicted to her ruin.
Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the golden billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything.
One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her.
Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, reckless and dangerous.
And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother.
Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go.
Now every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her.
Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away.
Because Slade doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 132: Why On Earth“All right,” I say, sitting up taller and pulling the laptop back toward me. “We need to audit our production capacity right now, double-check our fabric stock, and map out the absolute ceiling of what we can handle.”Nora nods, her expression suddenly turning all business.“Got it.”“And you need to call that supplier immediately.”“Oh, absolutely.”“And be nice about it, Nora.”Her face immediately falls. “Okay, now you're pushing your luck.”“Nora, please.”“Fine. I’ll use my customer-service voice.”I laugh, feeling some of the heavy tension break, and dive right back into the work.For the next hour, we don't come up for air.Nora chases down suppliers while I tear through my cost sheets, flagging the pieces that drew the highest crowd interest and locking down a solid game plan for Friday.It isn't glamorous. There are no champagne flutes clinking, no flashes going off, no one whispering about how talented I am either.Just raw, grinding work. And strangely enough, I love every s
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Chapter: Chapter 131: Is It A ManMEEKA'S POV::By nine the next morning, I’m already sitting at my workspace having figured out three very annoying truths.First, success is ridiculously expensive.Second, sleep is apparently a luxury reserved for people who don't have panicked suppliers to chase down, invoices staring them right in the face, and a million micro-decisions waiting for them the exact second their eyes pop open.And third, Nora is quite literally the worst person to have around when I’m desperately trying to look like a focused, professional boss.“You're glaring at that inbox like it badly offended you.”I tear my eyes away from the screen and look up at her.“I'm trying to figure out why a fabric supplier who promised me delivery on Monday has suddenly decided that Thursday is a totally reasonable substitute.”“Maybe Monday and Thursday mean the exact same thing in his time zone.”“Nora.”“What? I'm just trying to expand your worldview and help you appreciate cultural nuances.”I give her a completely
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Chapter: Chapter 130: Congratulations, MeekaI know Rafe’s baseline habits better than I know my own reflection at this point. The guy is practically carved out of marble—observant, entirely composed, and impossible to distract with anything short of a physical emergency or a direct threat to his schedule. He’s the kind of guy who can stand in a packed, deafening room and look like he’s calculating chess moves three steps ahead while everyone else is just scrambling for canapés.Yet, right here, and right now, he’s standing frozen with a gin and tonic in his hand that hasn’t seen a sip in ten minutes, staring dead-ahead at a woman who hasn’t even spared him a single glance.I don’t say anything right away. I just stand back, leaning against a velvet-draped pillar, and watch him.He doesn't blink for even a second. He just keeps staring.I clear my throat, loud enough to rattle the ice in my glass, but there's absolute silence from his end. Nothing at all, because he’s completely locked in a trance.“Rafael,” I say, keeping my v
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Chapter: Chapter 129:: Interesting To WitnessMy gaze snaps back to her just as she begins to turn on her heel toward the main entrance. And that is the exact millisecond she sees me.There is no guessing when it happens. I can track the exact shift in the air.Her welcoming smile falters and stalls midway across her face. Her slender fingers tighten instinctively around the ceramic cup she's holding, and for one suspended, breathless second, she looks as though she's completely forgotten how to breathe, let alone what she was about to say to the person standing next to her.The low ambient roar of the party continues to swirl around us, as our eyes lock across the crowded room, but to my ears, it drops to a dead, absolute hush.Now there is the woman I have spent the last countless agonizing days trying desperately not to reach for. The woman whose lingering absence has haunted me into every empty hotel suite, every late-night strategy session, and every cold morning when I woke up with the phantom urge to tell her something fun
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Chapter: Chapter 128: About What She WantsAnd now, look at her laughing. Working, thriving, and living her actual life.My chest tightens, but not with the sharp, acidic sting I half-expected to feel. There is no bitterness left in my throat. No ugly resentment clawing at my ribs.There is only this overwhelming, dizzying wave of sheer relief.She is okay.Hell, she isn't just okay, she is radiant. She is building something extraordinary out of the wreckage of her past.I watch as she graciously thanks the customer before pivoting to address one of her floor assistants. She points a slender finger toward a clothing rack, issues a quiet instruction I'm too far away to catch, and patiently waits while the younger woman rearranges the display.Meeka studies the new arrangement with an expression of such intense, fierce concentration that a slow, involuntary smile tugs at the corner of my own mouth.Some things never change.She is still meticulously particular. Still hyper-observant. Still utterly convinced that if something in
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Chapter: Chapter 127: See Her Genuinely HappySLADE'S POV::For the better part of the last two months, New York has just been a skyline I left in the rearview mirror.Business, mostly. The kind of grinding, endless corporate expansion that sucks the oxygen out of every room you walk into. My company has been pushing hard into new regional markets, and a dozen high-stakes operational choices demanded my literal, physical presence. Between high-pressure negotiations with stubborn new partners, grueling factory floor inspections, and back-to-back boardroom meetings that felt engineered to consume every waking hour of my existence, I’ve logged more miles in cramped airplanes and hotel rooms than I care to admit.It is exhausting. Relentlessly, bone-deep exhausting. But it’s productive, too.And, if I'm being brutally honest with myself, the physical distance has done me some good. Not because being hundreds of miles away somehow managed to magic Meeka out of my head. That would be a completely ridiculous expectation, considering I
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