LOGIN(Liam’s Bedroom)Liam was sitting on his bed when Knox finally walked in. He had changed out of his school uniform into soft shorts and a blue T-shirt. His school bag rested beside the wardrobe, and his favourite toy car was clutched in both hands.The second he saw his father, he jumped off the bed.“Daddy!”Knox laughed and bent down to catch him.“Hey, my little man,” he said warmly, lifting him up. “Are you ready for your surprise?”Liam nodded hard, eyes shining. “Yes! Where is it?”“Not so fast.” Knox chuckled as he carried him toward the bed. “Before I show you anything, there’s someone I want you to talk to.”Liam looked around the room. “Who?”Knox glanced toward the doorway. Kendra stepped inside, smiling at the little boy.“Hello, sweetheart,” she said softly.Liam’s face lit up immediately. “Aunt Kendra!” He stretched his arms toward her. She moved closer and pulled him into a hug.“How are you, my love?” she asked, rubbing his back. “Did you have a good day at school?”“
Her voice was loud enough to make Tia glance between them.Kendra's expression became unreadable. She had expected this reaction, but hearing Mrs. Harrington say it so openly still made her uncomfortable.Tia lowered her apple slightly, trying to hide the satisfaction spreading across her face.She knew Mrs. Harrington would never support their relationship. In fact, she had been waiting for an opportunity like this.Knox, however, wasn't interested in allowing his mother to dictate his relationship. He turned towards Kendra, reached for her hand again, and held it firmly."I know exactly who she is to me," he replied.Mrs. Harrington scoffed. "Then why are you standing here holding her hand as though nothing has happened?""Because she's the only woman I love, and I don't think my heart will ever belong to anyone else, Mother."Kendra looked up at him. His words were simple, but the certainty in his voice made her heart flutter.Mrs. Harrington shook her head. "Knox, she's your...""
(Harrington Mansion)Knox pulled the car to a stop in the car park inside the Harrington mansion and switched off the engine. He glanced at Kendra, who was busy adjusting her dress, before reaching for his seat belt."Ready?" he asked.Kendra looked at him and gave a small nod, although the nervousness written across her face betrayed her answer."Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked quietly.Knox chuckled, stretching his hand towards her cheek. "We've been over this already, haven't we?""I know, but your mother...""My mother will be fine." He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be confused.Kendra rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. She doesn't like me, and after everything that happened, I doubt she'll be happy to see us together."Knox leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead."Listen to me. We're not doing anything wrong by being honest about our feelings. I don't care what anyone thinks, Kendra. I love you, and I'm not going to pretend
(Thompson Mansion)Richard sat opposite his father in the study, his attention fixed on the phone in his hand.The room was spacious, with dark wooden shelves covering one side of the wall and several expensive paintings decorating the remaining spaces. A glass of untouched whiskey sat on the table between them.Victor had been watching his son for minutes.Richard hasn't said much since he entered the room. He had simply taken his seat, brought out his phone, and remained occupied with whatever was on the screen.But Victor knew exactly what he was looking at.Kendra's photograph.He noticed it earlier, and although he hasn't commented on it, he couldn't help wondering how his son was handling everything.The revelation had affected the entire family, but Richard had probably taken it harder than anyone else.He had spent years believing Knox was his greatest rival, that his stepbrother was his enemy. Their father had constantly compared them, and Richard had grown up feeling that n
[(Kendra's Apartment)—Next Morning] Kendra opened her eyes slowly. The room was quiet, her hand moved across the sheet beside her, palm flat, searching for heat or the weight of a body that wasn’t there. Nothing. The other side of the bed was cool, the pillow barely dented. She smiled anyway, and sat up. The blanket slipped, and she caught it, wrapping it around herself as she stood. Her legs were unsteady for a moment; Knox didn’t let her go until she pretended to be asleep. In the bathroom she let the water run hot. Steam fogged the mirror before she stepped under the spray. She washed slowly, fingers pausing over the tender spot on the side of her neck. The hickey was darker this morning, a clear bloom of red-purple against her skin. When she stepped out and dried off her body with a towel. The necklace Knox had given her was already waiting on the counter. She fastened it carefully, the pendant settling just above the mark. For a moment she studied her reflection: sh
[(Kendra's Apartment)—Next Morning]Kendra opened her eyes slowly.The room was quiet, her hand moved across the sheet beside her, palm flat, searching for heat or the weight of a body that wasn’t there. Nothing. The other side of the bed was cool, the pillow barely dented. She smiled anyway, and sat up. The blanket slipped, and she caught it, wrapping it around herself as she stood. Her legs were unsteady for a moment; Knox didn’t let her go until she pretended to be asleep. In the bathroom she let the water run hot. Steam fogged the mirror before she stepped under the spray. She washed slowly, fingers pausing over the tender spot on the side of her neck. The hickey was darker this morning, a clear bloom of red-purple against her skin. When she stepped out and dried off her body with a towel. The necklace Knox had given her was already waiting on the counter. She fastened it carefully, the pendant settling just above the mark. For a moment she studied her reflection: short red
Kendra's palm stung from the impact, the sharp crack echoing across the now-silent executive floor like a gunshot. Richard staggered back a step, his hand flying to his reddening cheek, eyes wide with shock and fury. For a second, the great Richard Thompson looked small—vulnerable, exposed under
Richard's fingers tightened around the documents. His face darkened with every page he turned. The confidence that had always surrounded him was beginning to crack."Kendra. What exactly are you trying to do? Because I chose your friend and you..."Kendra folded her arms. "No, no. If you'd rather c
Richard's hand froze where it rested on Freya's waist and Freya pulled away from the kiss. Freya's face drained of color when she saw Kendra, she stood up from his laps and Richard immediately stood from his chair. "Kendra—" Kendra simply stared at both of them, the sight before her should have
Richard grabbed Kendra's wrist and pulled her into the bedroom.She stumbled forward from the force of it, catching herself before she could fall and the door slammed shut behind them."What was that out there?" Richard demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "What kind of stunt were you trying to pu







