LOGINThe next morning at Wellington Enterprises, Lucas was trying to make sense of the mountain of responsibilities that came with his new position when his assistant buzzed him.
“Mr. Wellington? You have a visitor. Mr. Damien Rhodes?” Lucas frowned. “Send him in.” Damien strode into the office moments later, carrying two bags from that expensive deli downtown, grinning like he owned the place. “Surprise!” Damien announced, setting the bags on Lucas’s desk. “Brought you lunch.” Lucas stared at him. “It’s 10 AM.” “Early lunch. Pre-lunch. Whatever.” Damien threw himself into a chair. “Can’t a guy visit his best friend at work?” “Since when do you bring me lunch?” Lucas asked suspiciously. “Actually, since when do you show up unannounced at my office? .“You hate corporate buildings, you always say they make you want to die of boredom.” “Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf.” Damien’s smile was too bright, too casual. “Besides, I wanted to see your fancy new VP digs. Very nice. Corner office and everything.” Lucas wasn’t buying it. He knew Damien too well. There was always an angle. “What are you really doing here?” Before Damien could answer, the door opened. Miriam walked in, a folder in her hands, her expression all business. She wore a burgundy blouse and black slacks, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Professional. Untouchable. And Damien’s entire demeanor shifted. He sat up straighter, his eyes tracking her every movement with an intensity that made Lucas’s stomach drop. “Here’s the Richardson file you asked for,” Miriam said to Lucas, her tone clipped. She set the folder on his desk without looking at him. “Thanks,” Lucas said quietly. Miriam turned to leave, but Damien was already on his feet. “Hey,” he said, that charming smile in full force. “We didn’t get properly introduced yesterday. I’m Damien Rhodes. And you’re Miriam, right?” Miriam’s gaze swept over him with the warmth of an arctic winter. “I know who you are.” “I was hoping maybe we could grab coffee sometime. I would love to get to know Lucas’s sister better.” “I’m busy.” “What about lunch?” “Busy.” “Dinner?” “Still busy.” Miriam moved toward the door. Damien stepped into her path, still smiling, but something predatory had entered his eyes. “Come on, just one cup of coffee. I promise I’m more interesting than I look.” “Please move,” Miriam said, her voice ice. For a moment, Lucas thought Damien wouldn’t. There was a beat where his friend seemed to consider pushing further, where that charming mask slipped just enough to show something darker underneath. Then Damien stepped aside with an exaggerated bow. Miriam left without another word. The moment the door closed, Lucas hissed, “Dude, I told you. My sister is off limits.” Damien turned to him, all pretense of casual friendship gone. “She’s incredible.” “She’s not interested.” “She will be.” Damien’s confidence was absolute, unshakeable, and deeply concerning. “Damien, seriously” “I couldn’t sleep last night,” Damien interrupted, sitting back down. “I Kept thinking about her. Those eyes, man. That fire. She’s not like other women. She doesn’t fall all over herself trying to impress me.” “That’s because she’s smart enough to see through your bullshit,” Lucas snapped. “Leave her alone.” Damien studied him for a long moment. “You’re really protective of her.” “She’s my sister.” “Funny. Yesterday you were celebrating taking her promotion.” The words were delivered casually, but they landed like daggers. “Now suddenly you care about protecting her?” Lucas felt his face flush. “That’s different” “Is it?” Damien leaned forward. “You let your mom screw her over, took what was rightfully hers, and now you want to play the concerned brother? Pick a lane, Lucas.” “You don’t understand the situation” “I understand perfectly.” Damien stood, straightening his jacket. “Your mom runs the show, your dad’s too weak to stop her, and you’re content to ride their coattails. But Miriam? She’s fighting for everything while you coast on your last name. And you know what? That makes her even more interesting to me.” “Stay away from her,” Lucas said, his voice hard. “I mean it, Damien. She’s been through enough.” Damien paused at the door, that predatory smile returning. “We’ll see.” After he left, Lucas sat frozen in his chair, a cold dread settling over him. He had seen Damien pursue women before. Seen what happened when his friend decided he wanted something. And he had never seen Damien want anything as much as he clearly wanted Miriam. ----- That evening, Lucas waited for Miriam in the hallway outside her room. “I need to talk to you,” he said when she appeared at the top of the stairs. “I told you…” “It’s about Damien Rhodes.” That made her pause. “What about him?” “He’s not a good guy, Miriam. I know he’s been… persistent. But you need to stay away from him.” Miriam’s laugh was bitter. “Now you care about protecting me? Where was this concern yesterday when you were taking my promotion?” “That’s not fair..” “Isn’t it?” She brushed past him toward her door. “You let your mother manipulate Dad into giving you something you didn’t earn, something I worked my ass off for, and now you want to play protective brother? I don’t need your protection, Lucas. What I needed was your support. And you made it very clear where your loyalty lies.” “Miriam, please, just listen. Damien is dangerous. I’ve seen how he treats women, and…” “Save it.” She opened her door. “I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it my whole life, in case you forgot.” The door closed in his face. Lucas stood there, that feeling of dread growing stronger. Because he knew what was coming next. He knew Damien Rhodes. And he knew that when Damien wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. No matter what it cost. No matter who got hurt.Miriam barely made it to her room before the sobs took over. She collapsed on her bed, her whole body shaking with the force of her crying. Everything hurts. Her chest, her throat, her heart. Especially her heart, which felt like it had shattered into a thousand pieces. How could he do this? How could Thomas Wellington look his daughter in the eye and tell her she had to marry a stranger? For what? Money they already had? Power they already wielded? Some corporate merger that would make him look good at the country club? She thought about her mother. Sarah Wellington, who’d died when Miriam was just six months old. The mother she’d never known, never gotten to hug, never heard say “I love you.” Would Sarah have let this happen? Would she have stood by and watched her daughter be traded like property? No. Miriam was sure of that, even though she’d never known her mother. Sarah wouldn’t have allowed it. But Sarah was gone, had been gone for twenty-four years, and Miriam was alon
“Miri?” It was her father’s voice. “Can you come downstairs? I need to speak with you in my study.” When the knock came at her door, she expected Susan with tea or maybe Lucas with another pointless apology. Something in his tone made Miriam’s stomach drop. “What’s this about?” “Just come down, sweetheart. It’s important.” Miriam marked her page and stood, dread pooling in her gut. Important conversations with her father never ended well, especially when Margaret was likely involved. She walked slowly down the stairs and through the hallway to Thomas’s study, each step feeling heavier than the last. The study door was open. Thomas sat behind his desk, looking uncomfortable. Margaret perched in one of the leather chairs, perfectly composed, a slight smile playing at her lips. They were waiting for her. This was planned. “Sit down, Miriam,” Thomas said. “I’ would rather stand.” Miriam crossed her arms. “What’s this about?” Thomas glanced at Margaret, who gave him an enco
Friday evening came and Miriam couldn’t focus on anything. She sat in her room with her laptop open, pretending to work, but the numbers on the screen meant nothing. Ever since the board meeting, there had been this hollow feeling in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Emily’s name lit up the screen. Again. Miriam had ignored four calls already this week. She watched it ring, guilt twisting in her stomach, but she couldn’t pick up. What was she supposed to say? How could she explain any of this? The phone went silent. Then it immediately started ringing again. Emily wasn’t giving up. Miriam took a shaky breath and picked up. “Hello?” “Don’t you ‘hello’ me.” Emily’s voice came through sharp and furious. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve called you? How many messages have I left?” “Emi, I’m sorry…” “You’re sorry? Miriam, I’ve been going out of my mind! You disappear for weeks, don’t answer calls, don’t respond to texts, and all I
Lucas was in a meeting when his assistant interrupted: “Mr. Wellington, Mr. Rhodes is here. He says it’s urgent.” Lucas excused himself, irritation and worry warring in his chest. “Damien, you can’t keep showing up here” “I have a proposal for you,” Damien said, closing the office door behind him. His casual demeanor from yesterday was gone, replaced by the sharp, calculating businessman Lucas rarely saw. “A business proposal. One that would solve a lot of problems for both of us.” “What are you talking about?” Damien sat down, steepling his fingers. “My father’s been on my ass about settling down, finding a wife, proving I’m mature enough to take over the company. Your father, meanwhile, has been trying to secure a partnership with Rhodes International for what, five years now?” Lucas felt ice forming in his veins. “Damien…” “I want to marry your sister,” Damien said bluntly. “In exchange, I’ll bring my father to the table. The partnership deal he’s been refusing? I’ll
The next morning at Wellington Enterprises, Lucas was trying to make sense of the mountain of responsibilities that came with his new position when his assistant buzzed him. “Mr. Wellington? You have a visitor. Mr. Damien Rhodes?” Lucas frowned. “Send him in.” Damien strode into the office moments later, carrying two bags from that expensive deli downtown, grinning like he owned the place. “Surprise!” Damien announced, setting the bags on Lucas’s desk. “Brought you lunch.” Lucas stared at him. “It’s 10 AM.” “Early lunch. Pre-lunch. Whatever.” Damien threw himself into a chair. “Can’t a guy visit his best friend at work?” “Since when do you bring me lunch?” Lucas asked suspiciously. “Actually, since when do you show up unannounced at my office? .“You hate corporate buildings, you always say they make you want to die of boredom.” “Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf.” Damien’s smile was too bright, too casual. “Besides, I wanted to see your fancy new VP digs. Very nice.
They gave the promotion to Lucas. Miriam stood frozen in the board room, the words still echoing in her head while her stepmother Margaret smiled from the corner like she had just won the lottery. “Lucas will be our new Vice President of Operations” Thomas Wellington announced to the room, effective immediately. The board members who had praised Miriam’s presentation an hour ago now clapped politely. Lucas stood by the window looking guilty but not guilty enough to refuse. “Dad– “ Miriam’s voice came out strangled as they walked towards Thomas’s office. “Your expansion proposal was excellent, Miriam,” Thomas said, not meeting her eyes. You will lead the implementation as Director of Strategic Planning. Director. The position she already had. “I earned that promotion,” the words burst out before she could stop them. “You said the board was impressed, you said they— “Lucas is my son,” Thomas interrupted. His tone made it final. “He’s the heir to this company. It’s time he st







