LOGINZane's POV I strode into the company, the whole place humming like a restless hive with employees immersed in their duties. Some paused midway to greet me, and I murmured in response until I entered the elevator. “What about the designs I asked you to prepare, have you finished them?” I asked Finn, who stood beside me. He nodded. “I also forwarded some pictures Nathan took yesterday to your email,” he added, and my brows furrowed in confusion. “Who the heck is Nathan?” I asked, and Finn’s lips parted as he stared at me with a stunned expression. I arched my brows as though silently urging him to speak, and he shook his head before clearing his throat. "He was the same man you hired a few weeks ago,” he said evenly, and my eyes widened as realization dawned. He was the young intern I had just recruited after he finished his internship. A heavy breath escaped my lips. “Cancel any pending deals. I will mostly work from home now,” I added casually. From now on,
Arden's POV “What is there to discuss?” I asked, fastening my belt as I stared at him with one brow raised. “I’m suspicious about this whole mess. Don’t you find Father questionable? Forget that—what do you say about the company shares Father wanted to divide?” he asked, and I chuckled while grabbing my wristwatch. “What about it? I thought none of you were interested?” I asked, because when I mentioned this earlier everyone nearly branded me the mad one. “That’s not it, Arden. I’m finding some things strange, and it’s messing with my mind,” he added. A heavy sigh slipped past my lips. “If it’s about his gold-digging wife and daughter, count me out. I doubt he’s willing to take corrections,” I said with a casual shrug. He cleared his throat and shook his head. His stiff expression told me whenever he looked that serious, something weighed heavily on his mind. Colt was the inquisitive one, the type who dug into everything and made sure he found answers to his
Colt's POV My finger skimmed across the patient files that sprawled over my desk in an orderly stack. I selected one of the files to sign the report. Just as I reached for another file, a knock reverberated, halting me midway. “Come in,” I said, still flipping through another report and signing it when a low voice tugged at my attention. “The blood results came in, Dr. Colt.” I went by Colt alone because I didn’t want everyone who walks in and out of the facility to know my family background on a whim. Don't get me wrong. The Ravenchi name is a huge pass. Everyone knew we owned the entire facility. But I wanted it to be limited to that alone. To those who did not know me as a Ravenchi, I didn't want to go around screaming it in their faces. That can intimidate many patients, making them approach me with fear instead of freedom. Turning comfort into caution and openness into hesitation. Nah… I hated anything that would drag people's attention towards me. Leave attenti
Celeste's POV My breath caught in my throat as I blinked hard, trying to process the request. Scratch that—because this sounded less like a request and more like an order. “Are you there?” his voice came, pulling me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat as my fingers tightened around the phone. “I’m afraid I can't grant you that request,” I said calmly. There was no way I was going on any stupid date, and I knew this was my mother. She was practically handing me to the wolves. “Is there a reason you don't want to go? Or do you have someone in mind?” The second his words landed, my heart missed a beat. What if my mom had told him about what she suspected between me and the boys? Did he also think I was some slut throwing herself at his sons? My chest tightened beating out of rhythm. “That is not the reason, Mr. Revanchi. I'm not just comfortable meeting new people,” I replied flatly, and his chuckle echoed through the line. Then my mother butted in. “Trust me, Celeste
Celeste's POV "I didn't mean to—” “Would you say the same if you had gotten injured or if you had lost your leg to this?” he asked again, making me shift uneasily under his piercing gaze. He held my eyes without me uttering another word. “Okay, I'm sorry,” he added, making me stare at my fingers. When I didn't respond, his finger curled under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. I pressed my lips together, batting my lashes innocently. “Are you upset that I'm mad at you?” he asked quietly, and I sighed. It wasn't that I was angry. The truth was I never thought he would get upset with me, and I was the cause because I had been burdening him a lot lately. “I'm not mad. As a matter of fact, I should be the one apologizing for troubling you. I didn't—” “It’s fine, Celeste. I'm just a bit worried, and trust me, you're not troubling me,” he said, a smile curling at the edge of his lips. “You're the last person who could ever trouble me. I'm here to ease not jus
Celeste's POV “If you ruin my face, Zane, I will screw up yours too!” I said sternly. He rolled his eyes and closed the distance between us. “I don't understand why you guys underestimate me! How can you doubt my skills, beanie?” he said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me out. I couldn't help but chuckle at his words. When we got to his studio room, my eyes swept across the space as he pulled one of the chairs away from the mirror and placed it in the middle of the room. “Why are you putting it in the center?” I asked, staring at him like he had suddenly grown another head. “Come on, trust the process. I don't want you checking the mirror to see what I'm doing. When I'm done, then you can look,” he said. Trust me too, I didn't want to accept his offer. But then again, there were men who knew how to do makeup. Maybe I should just give him a chance, it wouldn't kill right? Worst case. Masquerade look. And I wash it off. Taking a seat, he quickly pulled a table
~Celeste's POV~ “Come here.” My brow knitted together as I sucked in a sharp breath. “I promise I didn't mean to peek or watch any of this,” I murmured, trying to convince him so he would let me leave. However, the sight of this full-grown man standing in front of me with such a hard, gigantic
Celeste. I didn’t spend Saturday at home. And I definitely didn’t spend it at my mother’s wedding either. Instead, I stayed with Anna, flipping through old campaign catalogs because there was no way I would pretend to be the devoted daughter of a woman who didn’t care one bit about how I felt.
Celeste. When I got home, every bone in my body felt stiff from all the posing, and encountering my mother was the last thing I wanted right now. So I tried to tiptoe through the living room. However, luck clearly wasn’t on my side because her voice thundered across the house, freezing me in pla
Celeste. The first thing I did when I stepped into the studio was shrug off the heavy robe concealing the Victoria’s Secret lingerie beneath it. The fabric had been clinging to me like a guard protecting a forbidden secret. Anna appeared from one corner, a palette in one hand and a brush in t







