Alaric's povI watched as their mouths hung open, struggling to process what had just happened. Some looked downright terrified, probably recalling the treacherous words they had uttered moments ago. Others appeared relieved, sensing a shift in the tide and being happy they had kept their mouths shut.Not that I cared for their reactions. I had already marked every single one of them. Their actions during this crisis would not be forgotten. Drax Industries was long overdue for a complete overhaul, and this only solidified my decision.I turned my attention to Vincent Crowe. Unlike the others, his expression remained neutral, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips.“Well,” he said, his tone light, almost mocking. “That was a rollercoaster of emotions. Congratulations on clearing your name, Mr. Sinclair.”He might not have been the true mastermind, but it was clear he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He had walked into this room with absolute confidence, which meant he beli
Anna's POV The adrenaline lasted just long enough to get me through the press conference, but the moment I stepped out of that suffocating room full of reporters, everything hit me all at once. it was a little overwhelming to be honest.p I barely remembered the drive back to Sinclair Enterprises, only that the moment I walked into the building, the weight of everything I had just done settled on my shoulders. Exposing the Drummonds, standing in front of the press, defending Alaric and his family—it was a lot. And yet, I had done it. I still couldn't believe it. That I was strong enough to do that on my own, and like a bad bitch too. The realization filled me with something warm, something almost foreign. Confidence. I didn’t want to dwell on it too much, though. There was still work to do. So instead of collapsing into a chair and letting the exhaustion swallow me whole like I wanted, I kept moving. I buried myself in paperwork, answering emails, reviewing reports, g
3 months later I wiped the sweat from my forehead and let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, whose idea was it to have so much stuff?” “I believe that would be yours, sweetheart,” Dad called from across the living room to my mom, grinning as he struggled to push a particularly heavy box toward the hallway. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who kept saying, ‘Oh, we’ll need this! We can’t leave this behind!’” she huffes, plopping onto the nearest couch cushion. “Okay, but in my defense, we do need all of it.” “Really?” Brian arched a skeptical brow as he held up a box labeled Kitchen Stuff #5. “Explain to me why we need five whole boxes of just kitchen stuff.” Mom ruffled his hair as he passed by. “Because we actually cook, Brian. Unlike you, who seems to survive solely on energy drinks and microwave meals.” He groaned, batting her hand away. “I do not.....” Dad snorted. “Son, you literally texted us last week asking how to boil an egg.” Laughter filled the room as he
Anna’s POV "Good morning, sweetheart. You need to get up now, or you'll be late for work." My mom's voice drifted through the door, gentle but insistent. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. My body protested as I forced my eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. A quick glance at the time had my stomach dropping—I had overslept. Damn it. I had spent the night tossing and turning, my thoughts replaying everything that had happened, every moment leading up to the betrayal that still haunted me. I had gone to bed late, and at some point, I must have slept through my alarm. "Thanks mom," I call out as I hear her leave. Now, I had barely any time to get ready. For a moment, I debated just staying in bed. Calling in sick. Pretending the world outside didn’t exist. But that wasn’t an option. With another groan, I threw the blankets off and forced myself up. Time to face another day. The moment I stepped into the office, the air around me
Anna's POVI take a steadying breath before walking fully into the office, the tablet in my hand cool against my palm. I’ve barely crossed the threshold when Celeste’s sharp gaze lands on me, her lips already curling in irritation.Alaric is at his desk, flipping through some documents, his attention only half on us.“Sir, you have a board meeting in—” I start, but Celeste cuts me off with a dismissive wave of her manicured hand.“He doesn’t need to hear that from you,” she says coolly. “I’ll be handling his schedule from now on.”My fingers tighten around the tablet. “That’s my job.”Celeste tilts her head, amusement flickering in her ice-blue eyes. “Not anymore. Surely, you don’t think you’ll be sticking around for long?”My jaw clenches. “I wasn’t aware my position was up for discussion.”“It isn’t,” Alaric says, not looking up from his paperwork. For a brief moment, relief floods me. At least he isn’t entertaining her games.But Celeste isn’t finished, her eyes flamed with disgust
That night, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying again and again in my head like a broken record. Every sharp word, every dismissive glance, every moment I felt like I was being pushed aside.I let myself wallow in it just for a little while, until something inside me shifts.I don’t want to keep feeling like this.I don’t want to spend another day letting Alaric and Celeste affect me, waiting for their actions to dictate my mood. I’ve been stuck in this cycle of frustration and hurt for weeks and I’m done.It’s time to take back my control.Tomorrow, there’s nothing scheduled until the evening. A society ball, one of those extravagant, high-profile events Alaric has to attend as CEO. And, of course, Celeste would be there as his partner, glued to his side like she belonged there.The thought should make me feel miserable. But tonight, it doesn’t.Because tomorrow, I choose how I feel.And I choose not to let them ruin my night.I sit up and reach for m
Its been a few days since the party, and I plan on telling the girls what happened with Alaric. I feel warm as laughter echoes through the space. Blankets and pillows are strewn across the floor, abandoned snacks littering the coffee table while we lounge in various positions ready for the sleepover I had planned.Ellie wipes tears from her eyes, still giggling. “I can’t believe Damian actually thought he could stay.”Ciara snorts. “The man really thought he was going to crash our sleepover just because he dropped you off.”I shake my head, still trying to catch my breath from laughing. “He even gave me that serious ‘I’m an exception to the rule’ look.”Ellie sighs dramatically. “It’s the delusion. But I will say, he gave it a good effort.”Ciara grins. “At least he made himself useful before leaving. I’ve never seen Brian warm up to a guy so fast.”I huff. “That’s because they bonded over their collective trauma with sisters.”Ellie rolls onto her stomach, propping her chin in her ha
After that sleepover, my friends’ words refused to leave me. They kept repeating in my mind at every quiet moment, forcing me to confront something I had been too hurt to even consider. What if Alaric was being coerced? My own heartbreak had consumed me, and I so sure of my betrayal that I never once stopped to question the way it all happened. I had taken his cold, detached words at face value—because believing them was easier than searching for a truth that might just be my mind trying to rationalise the whole thing. But now, I decide to look. Really look.At first, the signs are subtle. Celeste is always the one reaching for him, her hands constantly finding his arm, his shoulder, his chest. She talks endlessly, filling silences he doesn’t seem interested in breaking. And then there’s Alaric—rigid, detached. His responses are clipped, his eyes never quite meeting hers. And then I see it—the barely-there tick of his jaw, the quiet tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers cu
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