LOGINThe restaurant overlooked the waterfront, its tall windows reflecting the golden lights of boats moving slowly across the harbour. Soft music drifted through the dining room, and the tables were spaced far enough apart to allow conversations to remain private.Amy had chosen a deep emerald dress that fell elegantly around her knees. Zion wore a dark suit without a tie, looking considerably more relaxed than he had during the early years of their relationship.They ordered dinner and talked about everything except business for the first half hour.Amy described a book she had recently finished, complaining that the author had spent too many chapters keeping the central characters apart for reasons that could have been resolved through one honest conversation.Zion listened with amusement.“You're criticising fictional people for refusing to communicate?”“Yes.”“Interesting.”She narrowed her eyes.“Don't start.”“I was merely remembering a certain woman who once refused to answer my c
For the first time since Zion had known her, Amy Armstrong was struggling to say something she wanted more than she was willing to admit.She sat beside her husband on the living room sofa, her fingers loosely intertwined with his, wondering whether she had chosen the right moment to begin a conversation that could change their lives forever. The documents from her meeting with Diamond Groups lay forgotten on the coffee table. Only an hour earlier, she had been celebrating Aurelia's latest achievement, delighted by the prospect of working with the company she had once been so determined to escape.Now, however, her thoughts had travelled far beyond boardrooms, partnerships, and financial projections.She wanted a child.More precisely, she wanted to have a child with Zion.The distinction mattered because there had been a time when she could barely imagine spending an entire working day in his company without arguing. Now, she was contemplating raising another human being with him, sha
The first sign that something had changed was the silence.Amy noticed it on a Tuesday morning when she walked into Aurelia and realised she had nothing urgent waiting for her.No missed calls from clients. No message marked immediate. No team member standing outside her office with a problem that could apparently only be solved by her.She set her handbag down and looked at the neatly arranged desk.For a moment, she wondered whether she had forgotten something.Then her managing director appeared at the doorway.“Good morning.”“Good morning. Is everything okay?”He smiled. “Everything is fine.”“That sounds suspicious.”“You're allowed to have a quiet morning.”Amy looked at him.“Who authorised that?”“You did.”She laughed.He handed her a report. “The quarterly numbers are rea
The appointment was on a Wednesday morning, but Amy woke before the alarm.For several minutes, she remained beneath the covers, staring at the ceiling while the first pale light of morning slipped through the curtains. Zion was still asleep beside her, one arm resting across the empty space where she had moved away from him.She turned toward him.There had been a time when uncertainty between them had made mornings unbearable. She would wake wondering what he was thinking, what he was hiding, whether something she had said had changed the way he saw her.Now she knew the rhythm of his breathing. She knew the expression he wore when he was pretending to sleep. She knew he would complain if she left the bed without waking him.She smiled.Then she slipped out of bed.By the time Zion found her downstairs, she was standing in the kitchen with two cups of coffee.“You didn't wake me.”“You looked peaceful
By the time Friday arrived, Amy had almost forgotten what it felt like to be nervous about an ordinary business meeting.Almost.She stood in front of the mirror that morning, adjusting the sleeve of her cream blazer while Zion watched from the bedroom doorway.“You've changed outfits three times,” he observed.“Four.”He smiled. “That doesn't make it better.”Amy turned toward him. “Today matters.”“It does.”“The development board is reviewing the final structure. Northbridge is moving into the next stage. Aurelia's numbers are stronger than they were six months ago, and Diamond's partnership is officially underway.” She paused, studying her reflection. “I just want everything to go well.”Zion walked over and gently straightened the collar of her blazer.“You know what I learned about you?”“That I'm dif
The envelope remained between them on the kitchen counter, small enough to fit beneath Zion’s palm, yet Amy had stared at it for nearly a minute as though it contained the answer to a question she had spent years avoiding.She finally looked up at him. “You went to the doctor?”Zion nodded, pulling out the chair opposite her. “For a consultation. Nothing is wrong, Amy. I don't want you thinking something is.”The tension in her shoulders eased, though curiosity immediately replaced it. “Then what is this?”He slid the envelope toward her.Inside was a simple appointment card and a short information sheet about family planning and preparing for pregnancy. There was nothing dramatic about it, nothing secretive or frightening. Zion had simply decided that if they were going to stop speaking about children as some distant possibility and begin treating the idea as part of their actual future, they should approach it thoughtfully.Amy read the appointment date twice.“You really did this?”
Amy threw her heels across the room the second her bedroom door slammed shut behind her.One landed near the vanity.The other hit the wall.“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly.She loosened the collar of her blouse and stared at herself in the mirror.Calm face.Perfect hair.Controlled expression.Ex
Amy Armstrong adjusted the sleeve of her blazer for the third time before stepping out of the car.The towering glass building before her reflected the early morning sun like a polished diamond.Diamond Towers.Her father’s empire.Soon to be hers.A lump formed in her throat.“Miss Armstrong?” the
I had walked into intimidating rooms before.Boardrooms filled with executives who thought they knew more than me.Meetings where my last name spoke before I did.But nothing prepared me for this.Zion Petrakis didn’t just sit behind his desk.He owned the space.The room was too quiet, too bright,
Nobody spoke when Zion Petrakis walked through the executive floor.Not because they weren’t allowed to.Because his presence demanded silence naturally.The sharp sound of his shoes echoed against the polished black floors as employees quickly moved out of his path.Some nodded respectfully.Others







