LOGINHeira felt punched in the chest. The intense pain of her father taking what she worked so hard for began to suffocate her.
She had given her all, from client negotiations to hosting high-profile events and securing partnerships with other corporations. Due to her dedication, the company had experienced massive growth in the past year. “What more does he want? I already did what he wanted. I don’t deserve any of this,” Heira cried out. “I’m sorry you are going through this,” Sebastian said softly, sympathizing with her. Sebastian has been the nicest friend to Heira in the office. He has offered a helping hand to her at times when she felt dragged by the weight of being the boss’s daughter. “I won’t accept this. I’m going to Dad.” Heira drove straight to Charles Arven’s office. “Dad, why is my position getting reassigned to someone else? You know how much effort I’ve put into this.” Charles, who was in the middle of work, seemed rather displeased at her for barging in. “You need to focus on your home, now that you’re married. Just see it as a way of me taking huge responsibilities off you, so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed”. “Overwhelmed?” she asked carefully. “I’ve been handling my role just fine. You said so yourself only a month ago.” Charles Arven leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s not about competence. Marriage is a big change, it demands a lot of attention. I don’t want work to consume you.” Charles stood up from his chair as he approached his fuming daughter. Placing his two hands on her shoulders, he uttered. “My darling, you should know Daddy will always have your best interest at heart. There is no denying that this company will not thrive without your excellent skills. That's why you'll be assisting with client relations from now on.” The words pierced Heira’s soul more than the relief her father thought it would give her. It seemed like her own father was robbing her of every good thing she had. “It's worse that I'm being demoted and not fired,” she whined. “Stop being childish! You need to start thinking rationally. I’m only doing this for your good,” he cuts sharply into her words. With tears in her eyes, Heira shook her head in disbelief while taking steps away from him. “I don't know you anymore. All I see is a man blinded by greed, not a father who once cared for me.” She stomped out of the office, her heels striking with each step. People who seemed to have heard about the situation murmured as she walked past. Bethy rang when she was about to enter her office. “Babe, I just saw Dante with a woman at the restaurant," She said, almost screaming. Heira wasn’t sure why she needed that information. “Okay, so… why are you telling me this?” For all she knows, he might have been there for a business meeting since he is a busy man. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Bethy asked, shocked by Heira’s response. “Bethy, it isn’t the right time, I’m not in a good place right now,” She snapped. “Heira, whatever you are going through can’t be worse than what I’m seeing right now. Trust me, you need to come check it out.” Bethy’s date stood her up after waiting for over an hour. While waiting, she noticed Dante sitting across from another woman at a designated table. The way they leaned into each other sent suspicion curling through her, so she decided to inform Heira. Heira was leaving the office anyway, and the thought of staying there for a second more made her blood boil. The last thing she needed now was another heartbreaking news. She left the office and headed straight to the restaurant her friend mentioned. Crystal restaurant was the go-to restaurant for famous people in Chicago. All kinds of luxurious cars were seen parked outside the restaurant. Heira saw her friend waiting patiently at the entrance. They both went inside, and Bethy gestured at a couple seated at the corner table by the window. She caught sight of the woman's elegant face glowing with laughter while the man sat with his back to her, his broad shoulders shielding his expressions. Together, they looked blissful. Too much like a couple. The thought of walking into that scene, of possibly being wrong or right, was unbearable. So she waited alongside Bethy as they sat at the table that was reserved for Bethy's date. His back looked familiar, but something in her had hoped he wouldn't be her husband. Minutes dragged like hours. Then, at last, they stood up. Heira held her breath with anticipation as the man turned, and her chest hollowed out when Dante’s face came into view. She watched as they both held hands on their way out while covering her face with her purse to avoid being seen. Bethy sat there expecting the move she would make, but Heira decided to let it be. She wasn't going to make any assumptions until she was sure. The woman in question might be his sister, as she hasn't even met any of Dante's family. Her mind raced. She began stressing on the probability that it might be exactly what she hoped it wasn’t. Could Dante be cheating on her? Why did he marry her if he had someone else? These thoughts just don't make sense to her. She already had a bad day at work so she decided to be positive about the situation as she couldn’t handle any more stress. “She had better be a family member,” she concluded. Bethy could see the frustration on her face, so she tried to calm her down as best as she could. Five minutes later, a man stopped by their table. His suit jacket looked two times bigger than his size, with his wrinkled shirt being supported by a short tie. “Hi sunshine,” he said, facing Bethy. “Sorry, do I know you?”“Not because you're trying to pay me to tell a lie,” those words still echo in Dante's ears.Heira had grown smarter and wary of him. He had to give her the credit. He hadn’t expected her to double down on him like that. The soft and kind woman he knew was gone. He had thought he could bribe his way into her soft heart, little did he expect it to take an unyielding turn.Even though he was convinced he could handle it all by himself. There's no doubt having Heira there, as his loving and dutiful partner would make things a lot easier. Especially now that his friend had decided not to show up after he dropped him on their way to the airport.He was supposed to find his way to the hotel but it's been two days and he still hasn’t shown up. Yet no calls, no texts. Dante took a heavy gulp of his wine, the bitter vintage matching his mood.He hoped for some sort of inspiration since he couldn’t get any in his clear mind. He’s swayed he can't proceed with the meeting bound to take place the
As Heira laid out her oils and accessories, the question she had been pushing managed to once again drift to her subconsciousness: Why am I even here? She hadn't asked for this trip to Milan, and Dante certainly hadn’t explained it. He had simply commanded it, on the pretense of keeping her close.Heira suspected it was more than that. It wasn’t just a move to protect his ego, nor was it a simple act of possessiveness.Dante was, above all things, a man of absolute authority. He was a master of control who could get whatever he wanted with a click of two fingers. If he truly wanted her in check, he had a dozen more efficient ways to go on about it.A literal house arrest could have been one, guarded by the quiet men of his security team that hardly smiled.As she reached for a gold capped bottle of cleansing balm, she caught a reflection of Dante in the mirror. His face turned to her. His gaze, heavy, charged with a familiar, magnetic current.She turned around, expecting him to look
It’s early morning, and Heira couldn’t keep her eyes off the man lying next to her. The feelings she felt are the same as the ones she had when she was newly married to him.Growing up, Heira had held on to the stubborn, perhaps naive, belief that marriage should be a bed of roses. It was a dream she had cultivated to debunk the reality of her parents’. She had watched them for years, witnessed the fights and arguments, the traits of a union that was more about endurance than affection. She watched them hold on to the bond until the thread snapped.To escape that, she had turned to silver-screen romances that painted love as the ultimate masterpiece—a beautiful, effortless synchronicity. She had watched those stories and said to herself, ‘mine will be different’.But reality had been a harsh teacher. Their beginning was anything but a fairytale. And now, after what feels like a decade, she felt like her marriage was finally getting there.Her head rested on the pillows, her eyes traci
Dante stared at the glowing screen, the text from Sylvia reflecting in his retina.“Fuck,” he hissed. The word, low and audible only to himself, fighting back a scream.What he left unattended later caught on. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He had changed the travel plans at the very last second, but forgetting to inform Sylvia hadn't been an accident. It had been a choice. A subconscious attempt to buy himself a few hours of peace from the chaos the woman whose text keeps buzzing his phone brings.His phone vibrated against his palm.Sylvia: “Are you seriously ignoring my text? I’m at the private terminal. The attendant says your flight cleared an hour ago. Dante, where are you?”He typed back, his thumbs striking the keypad forcefully. “Sorry, babe. Something came up, and I had to change plans.” He hoped the lie would buy him silence, but it didn't.The phone lets out a rhythm that echoes against the silent walls of the suite. It was a call from Sylvia, and Dante didn’t pic
Dante set his coat on the valet stand. His hands ran through his hair as he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The cool air brushed against his skin from a height that made everything below feel distant and unreal.The view from the hotel room was serene as the city of Porta Nuova stretched out in rooftops and streets, with softlight blending into a living painting. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a long, heavy sigh.The business card he’d been trying to ignore rested in his palm.Andrea ValeEmotional Well-being ConsultantSlap. He flicked the card on the console table, skidding once before settling.That very card had been handed to him by a passenger seated right behind him on the flight, one which he took after so much persistence. Apparently, getting unnoticed by people was one he couldn’t avoid.“You could use my help in sorting out whatever that is,” she’d said from behind him.“Excuse me?” Dante tilted his head towards her, wanting to put a face t
What kind of man takes his wife on a trip with his side chick tagging along?Heira’s stomach turned as she stared out the window. Of course, it would be him. Of all men, Dante Moretti would be the one to turn humiliation into a traveling companion.Sylvia clearly hadn’t learned her lesson from that night. If anything, she had grown bolder, shameless. Fine. If Sylvia wanted to play games, Heira would stop pretending she didn’t know the rules. The calm, collected wife had limits, and this time, she promised herself, she would reveal to Sylvia the part of her that had stayed buried beneath politeness. The part that didn’t tolerate disrespect.The door of the Mercedes-Benz swung open, breaking her thoughts.Her breath paused when she got a view of the man who was sliding in. The last person she expected to see. The stranger from the club the night before. The one with deep-set dimples and eyes that stayed glued. The same one who kidnapped her. Well, not technically because she had woken u







