A few weeks laterExams are finally over, and I can’t help but let out a long, relieved sigh as I step out of the exam hall for the last time. The tension that’s been coiled in my chest for weeks starts to unwind, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself breathe easy. It wasn’t a complete walk in the park—some of the questions were tricky, and I had to rack my brain a few times—but overall, I managed to breeze through most of them. The recycled questions helped a lot. I could almost laugh at how predictable some of the exams were. Familiar phrases and scenarios jumped off the pages, and I couldn’t help but smile each time I realised I knew exactly what to do. My late nights of preparation weren’t in vain, and for once, all that cramming paid off. As I walk out into the crisp afternoon air, I take a moment to soak it all in. The freedom, the weight lifting off my shoulders, the knowledge that I don’t have to stress about exams anymore—it feels surreal. And than
As Alaric shifts in his chair, I sense there's more he wants to say. The weight in the air is palpable, and I can't help but ask, “Is there something else we need to discuss?" He tilts his head slightly, studying me for a moment. “Have you considered where you’ll live once we’re in the capital?" The question hits me like a cold splash of water. My face falls as the realisation dawns—I haven’t given that any real thought. I’ll need a place to stay until my family relocates, and they won’t be there for a few months. My stomach twists at the reminder. It must have been written all over my face because Alaric chuckles softly. “Well,” he says, leaning back in his chair, “you could always stay with me until you find something more permanent." Stay with Alaric? My brain short-circuits for a moment. My mind races through all the implications of living under the same roof with him, sharing the same space, and seeing him outside of work. Could I even handle that? He continues, completely u
In another part of the bustling capital, a luxurious dressing room buzzes with activity. A famous actress sits regally in front of an ornate vanity, the soft glow of the surrounding lights casting a golden hue on her flawless skin. Sophia Marcley, a name synonymous with beauty and elegance, gazes into the mirror, her deep amber eyes lined with a perfect wing of black eyeliner. Her lips, painted in a shade of subtle pink, curve into a satisfied smirk as she tilts her head to admire her reflection.Her assistant, a young woman with a meek demeanour and wide, nervous eyes, stands beside her, clasping a makeup brush. “You look just perfect, ma’am,” the assistant says, her voice almost reverent.“Of course I do,” Sophia replies, her tone dripping with confidence. She adjusts a strand of her glossy chestnut hair, styled into voluminous waves cascading down her back. Her smirk widens as she leans closer to the mirror, the diamond earrings adorning her ears catching the light.“Guess what, ma
I stretch as I step off the private jet, my muscles stiff but pleasantly relaxed after the six-hour flight to the capital. The warm breeze on the tarmac feels invigorating, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of the past few weeks. My mind drifts back to all that’s happened—packing up my life, finalising the merger just four days ago, and celebrating my graduation yesterday.A smile tugs at my lips as I recall the feast my family put together for me. It was the kind of graduation celebration I never thought I’d experience. My exams were a nerve-wracking blur, but thankfully the school’s automation meant I got my results quickly. I passed every single one of it and the credits were enough to finally secure my diploma.The memory of my past life flashes in my mind, unbidden. Graduation back then had been a lonely, hollow affair. Lisa and Josh had ditched me—probably to celebrate Lisa’s graduation together, now that I think about it. Back then, I had no one. This time, though, I was surrou
Alaric leads me through the building, and I can’t help but marvel at how stunning it all is. The neighborhood itself is pristine and quiet, with an air of exclusivity that screams "old money." But stepping into the building’s lobby takes it to another level. The polished marble floors gleam under the soft glow of ornate chandeliers, and the scent of fresh flowers wafts from expertly arranged bouquets at the front desk. For a moment, I’m convinced we’ve walked into a world-class hotel rather than a residential building. “I guess this is how the rich live,” I think to myself, trying not to gape too openly. Alaric turns to me, his voice cutting through my awe. “Someone is already handling the luggage. I want you to rest first before we do any kind of tour.” I nod quickly, grateful for the chance to recharge. After the long journey and my embarrassing slip-up earlier in the car, the idea of a quiet room and maybe a quick nap sounds like heaven. We head toward the elevator, and j
The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open, revealing a wide hallway with polished floors and warm lighting. Alaric stepped out first, his strides purposeful as always. I followed close behind, taking in the pristine surroundings. The place felt more like a luxury hotel than an apartment building.He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall and pulled out a keycard, swiping it quickly. The door clicked open, and he pushed it wide, motioning for me to step inside.I hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold.The apartment was… stunning. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer curtains that let in just the right amount of light, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a design magazine. Everything was sleek and modern, but not cold. There was a warmth to the space, a subtle elegance that made it feel lived-in despite its pristine appearance.My eyes swept across the living room, the open-concept kitchen, and the hallway that presumably led to the b
After eating, Alaric stands and starts collecting the dishes, but I shake my head and wave him off. “Let me do it,” I insist, practically prying the plates from his hands.He doesn’t argue; he just gives me a small nod before stepping back. “If you insist.”I gather everything and head to the kitchen, trying to focus on rinsing plates and scrubbing pans. Truthfully, I’m stalling—buying myself a moment to organise my thoughts and rehearse how to bring up the giant elephant in the room. Sophie. His wife comment. The whole mess that’s been gnawing at my mind all evening.By the time the last plate is clean, my nerves feel no more settled than when I started. Taking a deep breath, I dry my hands and head to the living room, where Alaric is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, flipping absently through his phone.I hesitate for a moment before walking in and sitting down across from him, but before I can even open my mouth, he sets his phone down and speaks first.“I think it’s time we
“It’s okay,” Alaric responds, his voice steady but tinged with something I can’t quite place—regret, maybe? “I shouldn’t have asked you to do something like that in the first place.” He runs a hand through his hair and sits down heavily as if the weight of the conversation has finally caught up to him. I open my mouth to reply, but he holds up a hand, stopping me. “However,” he continues, “I’d like you to think about it. Take a few days, let it sink in, and then give me your final answer." His words catch me off guard. For someone so direct, and so decisive, it’s surprising to hear him offer me time. “Okay,” I say hesitantly, nodding. “That seems reasonable." He leans back, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Great. Now, get some rest. Work starts tomorrow, and we have a lot to do." “Okay. Goodnight, then,” I reply, forcing a small smile as I stand. “Goodnight,” he says, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turns away. I make my way to my room, closing the door softly
The ballroom at the Carlton Grand was the kind of place that made you forget where you came from.It was bathed in golden light, with chandeliers dripping crystals that cast soft sparkles on everything they touched. Orchids in white, pale lilac, and blush overflowed from massive glass vases. The centerpiece of the hall was a marble staircase wrapped in silk garlands and fairy lights, descending into a sea of people dressed in their finest. Music from a live string quartet danced softly in the air, setting a dreamy tone to the night.But nothing, not the flowers, the champagne, or the camera flashes, could drown out the pounding of my heart. Is this really necessary? Is there a window I could jump out from?“Ready?” Alaric asked, offering me his arm.I turned to him.He looked like a painting, a classic black tuxedo tailored to perfection, the tiniest hint of cologne that made my pulse skip, and a sapphire pocket square that matched my dress exactly. I had no idea how he always managed
Biological Mother - MotherAdoptive Mother - Mum-----------------The charity ball was only a few days away, and naturally, Mum, Ellie, and Mother declared it a fashion emergency. “We’re going to Lux,” Ellie had said with the kind of gleam in her eye that made me feel like I was about to walk into a makeover montage. “And no, you don’t get a say.”So, here I was, barefoot on a velvet pedestal in the middle of Lux’s elite fitting suite, trying on what had to be my hundredth dress. I was fairly certain I’d tried on every shade of gold known to man and possibly one that hadn't been invented yet.“Nope,” Ellie said for the eighth time in a row, waving her hand like a disapproving judge on a reality show. “Too much sparkle. You look like a sentient disco ball.”I groaned and flopped onto the chaise lounge dramatically. “I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years in this fitting room.”Mum chuckled. “Oh hush, you look beautiful in everything.”“Which would be helpful if we were shopping for every
As dessert was served—rich chocolate cake with a generous swirl of whipped cream—I leaned back in my seat, letting the warmth of the evening settle into my chest. The conversation had flowed so easily all night, filled with laughter and sharing memories.It still felt surreal—sitting here with my biological parents, with Damian and Ellie, like it was the most natural thing in the world. A week ago, they were strangers. Now? They were mine. And I was theirs.I was mid-bite when my mum set down her wine glass and tilted her head at me, her eyes shining with something suspiciously close to mischief.“So,” she said casually, though I wasn’t fooled for a second. “What about Alaric?”I blinked. “What about him?”Her grin only widened. “Are you two serious?”I nearly choked on my cake. “Mum!”She raised her hands in mock innocence. “What? I’ve always wanted the son of my best friend to marry into the family. I gave up hope, of course, but now…” She gave me the most satisfied smile I’d ever s
The office was quiet, the usual morning hum of keyboards and clinking mugs a strangely comforting background to the storm of thoughts in her head. She stared at her screen, a spreadsheet open but untouched, and found her eyes drifting to the photo frame next to her monitor. It was a picture of her and Brian at her last birthday, smiling in the kitchen with a cake that had sunk in the middle.They’d laughed so hard that night. That used to be her whole world—her job, Brian, the quiet comfort of routine.Brian had missed the whole thing as he was away on a business trip in Singapore, but the moment he found out, he called her. She’d barely gotten two words in before he started gushing, saying he always knew she was special, that it all somehow made sense now. His voice cracked when he told her how proud he was, how happy he was that she’d found where she belonged. “You’ve always had a big family, Anna,” he said gently. “We were just waiting for the rest of them to find you.”And then th
Mr. and Mrs. Ashford, my biological parents, step forward. I see the uncertainty in their eyes, like they’re holding their breath. I swallow and look at them, still overwhelmed, still unsure."I know this is a lot," Mrs. Ashford begins gently. "And we’re not trying to take anything from you. We’re just… so grateful to have found you again. We lost you once. We don’t want to lose you again."Mr. Ashford clears his throat, his voice gruff but steady. "We never stopped looking. When the adoption records were sealed and the orphanage shut down… we thought—"He doesn’t finish, but I see it in his eyes. They thought I was gone. And somehow, through a mess of fate and timing, I still ended up in their lives."You don’t have to decide anything now," Mrs. Ashford says, stepping closer. "But if you’re okay with it, we’d like to be part of your life again. And… we’d like you to call us Mum and Dad. If you’re ready. When you’re ready."The words settle over me like a warm, heavy blanket. Familiar
After I’ve washed my face and curled up again beside Alaric on his stupidly comfortable couch, I shoot my mum a text with shaking fingers.Me: Hey, I’m staying at Alaric’s tonight. I just need a bit of time. I’ll come back tomorrow.The reply comes almost immediately.Mum: Okay, sweetheart. Take all the time you need. The Ashfords are staying over too—if that’s okay with you?I stare at the message for a second before typing.Me: That’s okay. Tell them goodnight for me.Mum: We love you. Sleep well.I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and tuck my phone away. Alaric shifts beside me, his arm still around my shoulders like he’s trying to hold the pieces of me together.“Will you stay with me?” I ask quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper.He looks down at me like it’s the easiest question in the world. “Always.”I don’t say anything after that, just press my face into his chest and let his heartbeat lull me into something that feels like peace. Right before I drift of
“I just… need to clear my head,” I tell Mum as I reach for my coat. My voice is too even, too controlled, and that alone worries her.She places a gentle hand on my arm. “Anna, be careful, please.”I nod, not trusting myself to speak again. I head to the back door, quietly slipping my keys into my pocket. I can’t go through the living room. I can’t face Mr. and Mrs. Ashford—not right now. Are they really my parents? Were they always? My mind recoils at the thought, twisting it around until I don’t know how to feel, only that I feel too much.The air outside is cool against my skin. It should help. It doesn’t.I get in the car and drive.I don’t even remember choosing a direction. My hands move on instinct while my thoughts spiral deeper, tangling in memories I thought I had filed away and sealed shut. My foot presses the gas harder than necessary. At some point, familiar streets start showing up through my windshield, and when I finally pull to a stop, I realize where I am.Alaric’s h
The next evening, I step into the house, expecting the usual scent of dinner and the sound of Mum humming along to the radio. But instead, the air feels heavy and quietquietVoices drift from the living room, low and solemn. As I round the corner, I stop short.Mr. and Mrs. Ashford are sitting on the couch, deep in conversation with my parents. My mum looks like she’s been crying, her eyes a little red and puffy, and Dad’s hands are clasped tightly in his lap. Mr. Ashford’s face is drawn and serious, while Mrs. Ashford’s lips are trembling as if she’s holding back something she’s dying to say.When they see me, Mrs. Ashford immediately rises to her feet.“Anna,” she says, voice soft and wobbly, and the next second she’s across the room, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her perfume is familiar, floral, comforting, and yet the hug is filled with something I can’t name. A desperation that makes my stomach twist.I freeze. “Is… is everything okay?”My voice comes out unsure
As soon as I step through the front door of the house, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the pitch and the whirlwind of reactions, I barely pause to take off my shoes before heading straight for the kitchen.“Mum?” I call out, already hearing the familiar clatter of pots and the hum of the radio playing softly in the background.She looks up from where she’s chopping vegetables, eyes lighting up the moment she sees me. “Anna! You’re home early.” Then, noting the expression on my face, she sets the knife down and wipes her hands on a towel. “Wait… did something happen? Is everything alright?”I grin and nod, unable to keep it in another second. “More than alright. It went amazing. The board loved the proposal. One of them literally said it’s ‘looking very positive.’”My mum lets out a delighted gasp. “Oh, sweetheart!” She throws her arms around me in a tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “I knew you’d blow them away. You’ve been working so hard—this is incredible.”I