It was my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I was busy preparing to get to his place and surprise him. Harry had grown somewhat distant because of how busy his work was keeping him. He'd had to cancel our plans for the evening last minute because he'd be working really late.
So I decided to bring our plans to him. I got a taxi and drove to the rich side of town. I had a key to his apartment and I went in. He wasn't home yet so I busied myself with cooking and setting up his surprise.
A few hours later, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He was a bit earlier than I'd expected. I quickly tidied up and rushed into his bathroom to freshen up.
Soon, I heard him enter the room. I smiled, preparing to go out to meet him, when I heard something else and my hand paused on the doorknob. A giggle. It was loud and piercing at the same time and it was followed by kissing sounds and soft moaning.
My hand tightened around the know and I opened it slightly, giving me a view of what was going on.
Harry was with another woman. Some bimbo had her hand curled in his hair as he kissed down her barely covered chest. He pinned the other woman to the wall, quickly slipping off her skimpy clothing. Her moans filled the room and I felt myself growing sick.
My heartbeat quickened as I watched my boyfriend of three years about to fuck some other woman. I didn't know what to do, how to react. But the minute he carried her towards the bed, I lost it.
I opened the door all the way and stepped out.
They both turned to me, startled. Harry's eyes grew wide while I just stared back at him.
“I'm sorry, am I interrupting?”
“Yeah, you kind of are” The bimbo spoke while laying down.
“Anita, wait. J-just listen”
“How could you cheat on me Harry? And on our anniversary? With some slut”
“Hey!” The woman called out but I ignored her.
“Is that how much regard you have for me?” The words rushed through my lips. My thoughts spun around in my brain as I struggled to wrap my head around the picture before me.
Harry stood up, adjusting his pants. He had several lipstick marks lining his face and neck.
“Calm down Anita.”
The more he spoke, the more I felt like I was losing it. I stormed out of his room, practically flying the steps down to his living room where my bag was. Harry came running after me.
“Anita, would you quite overreacting?”
“Overreacting? Really Harry? I catch you in bed with some bimbo after you cancelled our anniversary dinner but I'm overreacting?”
“That doesn't mean anything, I love you. I'm just with her for the sex”
My chest tightens as I realise this has been going on for longer than I could imagine.
“How long Harry?”
“What?”
“How long have you been cheating on me?”
“You know what? You're lucky to even have me. You're just a low earning waitress. You shouldn't be getting so worked up. This is your fault, if you hadn't insisted on being celibate I wouldn't have been forced to sleep with other women”
Harry's words a like sharp needles, priking my heart. This man never loved me, I realise that now and it makes my chest hurt.
“So this is my fault?” The disappointment is evident in my tone. My is barely a whisper now as I struggle to regulate my breathing.
Harry doesn't respond. He just stares back at me.
“Three years Harry. Three whole years and you spent them fucking other women. You told me you were fine with being celibate. We were supposed to get married next year!”
“I think you need some time to calm down. When you realise that you'll be nothing but a pretty face without me, give me a call and we can talk” He anxiously looks back towards the room like he can't wait to get this conversation over with and return to his bimbo.
His absolute lack of sensitivity towards me wad shocking. I found it hard to believe he was the same man I'd been with since college.
“I'm glad to know that this what you really think of me. Goodbye Harry and don't expect that call. I'm never coming back”
With that I picked up my bag and headed out the door. Harry's screams followed me. “You'll see! You're nothing without me Anita. Nothing! You'll be back!”
I left his place and walked down the street till I got a cab. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't want to go home because I knew the complete melt down that awaited me. But I didn't have anywhere else to go.
The cab was pulling up towards one of the Hotels around and I just told him to stop. I got out, questioning my choices. It had a bar and lounge and since it was closer to the rich side of town, I knew the drinks would be pricey.
But I didn't care. I just wanted to forget everything Harry had said to me.
I got directed to the lounge and I went straight for the bar. I requested a couple of drinks and I downed them all. With each one I reminded myself of Harry's betrayal and with each drink, I made myself forget him.
“I hope you have someone to take you home” A deep masculine voice spoke from beside me. I turned to see a man in a grey suit. He had wavy brown hair which framed his face, blue eyes and a sharp jawline. He was striking and his aura was intoxicating, more than the drinks I'd taken.
“Nope. I'll probably fall asleep at the corner of a streewalk then head home when I wake up in the morning”
The man sat on the stool next to me and motioned to the waiter. “Put her drinks on my tab”
“But there's no… need for that” my speech slurred as the alcohol took over.
“I insist”
The rest of the night was a blur. I remember the man asking the bartender to cut me off… then he asked if I had a place to stay or something like that. Then I remember walking somewhere and the next thing I remember was being alone in a dimly lit room with him.
The night was electric. Somehow I remember everything, every detail. The structure of his muscles, the feel of his lips on my skin, and how'd he'd felt inside of me as my walls contracted to give him entrance.
I remember grabbing onto the sheets and making the most sinful sounds. Somehow, it felt like I'd been temporarily transported to heaven.
But the next morning was a completely different story.
I woke up next to man I knew nothing about. Not when his name. The alcohol cleared and I suddenly realised just how crazy this was. I'd given my first time over to a stranger!
I looked beside me to see the man still sleeping. He looks so charming even in the morning. But I know I can't face him and I have to get out fast.
I rush to my feet, pulling my clothes back on. Before I can even try to leave, I hear his voice.
“Good morning, are you going somewhere?”
“Yes. Home”
I avoided his gaze but I could see him staring at me. Then he looked at the sheets next to him and back at me.
“You're a virgin” He said
“Well I was, until last night. So thank you for that” I said as I bent down to wear my shoes.
I looked up to see him standing and he was still completely naked. I freaked out and turned away from him.
“What are you doing?!”
I felt him draw closer to me. “I have a proposition for you”
“Oh yeah? What's that?”
“Marry me”
The air was thick, heavy with silence. I turned back slowly. The man already had a robe on, but he was closer to me than I'd anticipated and our faces were only inches apart. “W-what?” I stutter “I need a wife and I think you'll be perfect for the job” He said simply like he went around asking all the women he slept with to marry him. “I don't know who you think you are but I'm not that kind of woman. This was a one time thing and I was drunk” He steps back from me and goes to the intercom on his bedside. While I'm busy standing there, in shock of his ‘proposition’ the man calls room service for his breakfast. “Is this some kind of joke to you?” “Here…” He returns to me with his business card but I barely glance at it. “Call me when you've reconsidered” He said, his words closely mirror Harry's and it angers me. “Why? Because you think I'm some cheap slut who you can use and command as you please? I don't know who you are mister, but this was a mistake and I never want to see
I picked the card off the ground and stared at it. Several thoughts came to mind as I looked at it. I turned it over but his name wasn't on it. It was just his number. For the rest of the way I pondered over the man and what he'd said. Suddenly his offer seemed like something I had to consider. He was clearly rich. If I married him, he'd help me pay for my muns surgery. I felt conflicted. I wouldn't just be agreeing to a contract. I'd be selling myself out. Sacrificing my morals and my dignity. Especially after I'd told the man I'd never call him. My room felt cold and empty that night. It seemed to feel my own inner emptiness and the thoughts battling within me. I turned and turned, unable to sleep. Around midnight, I got up for a glass of water and I ended up picking up the card again. I knew I had to make a choice. My self pride or my mother's life. My grip on the card tightened and I looked down at it. I bit my inner lip and closed my eyes before picking up my phone. I diale
After days of trying to reach him he'd finally showed up at my door to save me. “Are you hurt?” His rich voice cleared my thoughts as I stared at him, totally transfixed. I could muster up any words yet so I simply shook my head. “Come. These men will be taken care of” o didn't protest as he carried me in his arms and took me to his car. He set me down in the passenger seat and fixed my seat belt. I was still in shock. Still processing. The man drove for about a half hour and stopped in front of a grand mansion. He helped me out of the car and led me inside. I kept looking around. I'd thought Harry was rich but this man redefined the word. A small flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe, just maybe I still had a chance to pay for mums surgery. The man took me to the living room and dropped me on the couch. A maid came soon after and offered me a glass of water. My throat was a but parched from all the yelling, so I took the water gratefully.All the while, the man observed me s
Anita's breath caught. the world around her shrank until she could only see Harry's arrogant expression. His arrogant smirk made her shiver with disgust .Her stomach churned at the irony- of all people, why did her past have to be linked to Nathan's family?Standing beside a tall tree, gorgeous woman, Harry titled his head, sweeping his look over her. “ Well, this is…. unexpected”, he remarked, amusement flashing through his eyes. “ Uncle, I had no idea you were bringing a guest. And a very familiar one at that.The subtle stress in his tone caused Anita's fingers to crul into fist. She forced herself to stand upright, her heart racing in ears. Nathan, who had remained quiet until now, spoke calmly but with authority.“She's my wife.”The world appeared to pause. A hush settled over the guest nearby, curious glance darting in their direction. Anita's throat felt drier. The word “ wife” sounded foreign and unreal, like a script she hasn't yet memorized.The woman standing next H
The night had unfurled with such intensity that Anita could practically taste it on her tounge. Harry's grin, Eleanor's chilly appreasial, and Nathan's impenetrable silence had all combined to create a dark atmosphere that remained to her even after they departed the packed patio.The huge estate's interior was as imposing as its appearance, with chandeliers gleaming above and polished marble flooring reflecting the luxury of each meticulously chosen details.Anita felt like an outsider, a sight for the family to enjoy. Despite he cool demeanour, her heart was still beating from the experience. She couldn't get rid of the memory of Harry's knowing look, the way his eyes glittered with bitter enjoyment when he addressed her past.Nathan's grip on he back was light and almost casual, yet it still sent a peculiar bolt of warmth down her spine.she was still trying to make sense of everything-what had occurred tonight, and how things had escalated so swiftly.Only a few months ago, she wa
Anita found that the days after the tense evening at Nathan's estate flew by. The subtle undertone of antagonism from Harry, Nathan's controlled indifference, and the house’s suffocating silence made her feel like a ghost passing through a world she no longer recognised.Her function, while evident, was more ambiguous than ever. She had joined this marriage expecting it to be straightforward.A contract. A business transaction. But now, every moment felt like a perilous balancing act, like if the ground beneath her feet may collapse at any time.Nathan had mostly kept his distance.Their interactions were brief and transactional, centered on home affairs, with occasional frigid nod of assent or tacit agreement to maintain apprearances in public. There was no warmth or comfort. Only the impending burden of their chosen life together.She'd tried to concentrate on the details.On survival? Her mother's operation, the never-ending meetings with lawyers, and the mysterious individual th
Anita felt suffocated by the demands in Nathan's household. Despite the mansion's wealth and size, every room felt cold and menacing. Eleanor's frosty glares, Stacy's covert barbs, and Harry's overt manipulations were regular reminders that she was not genuinely welcome in this environment.For the most part, Nathan kept his distance. He was still present, but their chats were brief and their exchanges mechanical. A contract. A business arrangement. That was what he had promised her, yet the space between them felt like an abyss. She couldn't help but wonder: was there more beneath the surface? Was Nathan's indifference a shield, or did it reflect his actual feelings?Her days were filled with the humdrum responsibilities that come with being the wife of a billionaire: attending galas, pretending to be interested in charity events, and dealing with Nathan's family's continual judgement. It was taxing, but Anita had learnt to excel in her profession. She appeared to be the ideal wife,
Nathan's warning was still audible to Anita, but she refused to ignore it. As she learnt more about his business, she realised how entwined their lives were in a web of lies, treachery, and power conflicts. She was unable to simply watch what was taking place. Not any more.Days went by, and although Nathan had begun to relax, just a little, the tension between her and him remained high. There were times when he would ask her opinion on something or give a brief overview of his work, and their interactions seemed nearly normal. However, such times were infrequent, and each one left her yearning for more. She was beginning to long for a more profound relationship with him, one that went beyond their transactional, icy relationship.Anita had a new perspective on him one evening when they went to a gala together. A force of nature, Nathan was a stoic billionaire. The visitors around him seemed to pay close attention to whatever he said because of his captivating charisma. Anita
The next few days felt like a blur. Each moment spent in the penthouse felt like it was steeped in tension, as though the very walls were pressing in on Anita. She had hoped that telling Nathan the truth would somehow clear the air between them, but instead, it had only seemed to create more distance. She hadn’t expected forgiveness overnight, but she also hadn’t anticipated this suffocating silence.Nathan was distant, his focus solely on the business matters at hand. The weight of the company's future was heavy on his shoulders, but it wasn’t just the company he was carrying anymore. There was a burden in his eyes when he looked at her—an unspoken wariness. The love he once freely offered her now felt like a fragile thing, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.Anita had tried to be patient, to give him the space he needed. But as the days wore on, the tension only deepened. It was as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull her closer or push her away. And every time their pa
In sharp contrast to the pandemonium within, the penthouse had never felt colder than it did now. Despite the storm inside, the city lights outside flickered. As he took in what Anita had just disclosed, Nathan stood by the window with his back to her. The weight of whispered facts hung over them like a dense cloud of stillness. With her heart thumping in her chest, Anita stayed motionless. She had anticipated resentment, possibly even treachery. However, she had not anticipated the utter quiet that now pervaded the space. Although there had always been a gap between them, it felt much wider today. The ground seemed to have moved under their feet, and she was afraid it would swallow them both whole"It's unbelievable that you withheld this from me." Despite being low, Nathan's voice held a rawness that Anita hadn't expected. "You were aware of your father's actions, yet you chose not to inform me? You didn't anticipate how it would impact us? Anita winced, but she kept her
The weight of choices taken, vows made, and threats that now loomed like a storm on the horizon made the air in the apartment feel heavier with every second that went by. Nathan stood by the wide window, watching the city below pulse, its lights a blur of movement, as though everything was changing all the time. For a brief time, he wanted he could be somewhere else instead of here, confronting the truth he had been avoiding, as the enormity of it appeared to engulf him whole.Anita paced tensely and quickly behind him. There were many unspoken statements in the deafening quiet between them, but neither of them felt willing or able to break it. Even though they had experienced a lot together, it seemed like the tipping moment. Their marriage was now on the verge of breaking due to the strain that had been building for weeks and months beneath the surface. He sensed it, like a tense wire about to break. "Why didn’t you tell me, Nathan?" At last, the quiet was broken by Anita's
On the morning following the scandal, Anita stood in the centre of her penthouse, gazing at the city skyline that she had once thought was her stronghold. Normally a source of pride, the vista now felt like a mocking reminder of the mayhem she had let loose. On the sofa table, her phone was constantly buzzing. For the time being, she disregarded it. The world could wait. With her head still reeling from the events of the previous few hours—Pierce's premeditated blow, Stacy's treachery, and her choice to turn the tables on them both—her fingers caressed the edge of the marble counter. The cost had only just started to become apparent, and the satisfaction was bittersweet.Max had performed his duties with surgical accuracy. Pierce had to deal with the damage right away because the leaks had struck hard. Anita was aware, however, that the billionaire businessman was not the kind to back down for very long. Retaliation would occur, and it would affect all parties. Even those wh
The next morning brought a storm Anita hadn’t seen coming—not from the frontlines, but from within the walls of the fortress she had so carefully built.Anita entered the boardroom at Grant Holdings, expecting support, strategy, and a unified front. Instead, she walked into silence and stiff backs. The tension was visceral, as if the air itself was laced with suspicion.Nathan sat at the head of the table, jaw tight. Across from him, Reva Langston, the very woman who had shaken Anita’s hand just hours ago, now stared at her with cold detachment.“What happened?” Anita asked, setting her tablet down.Reva didn’t blink. “Dominic Pierce filed an injunction against you, Anita. He claims your press conference was a smear campaign backed by falsified documents.”“That’s absurd. We verified everything.”Nathan spoke then, voice clipped. “Pierce is claiming the documents you presented were stolen from a secure database in Switzerland—and that Grant Holdings was complicit in cybercrime.”A chi
Dominic Pierce thought he’d rattled her.He’d sent the orchid as a warning, veiled in civility. But Anita wasn’t the girl she’d been when she first walked into Nathan’s world. She’d been made, broken, burned, and reborn.She knew now that in games of power, silence was never safety—it was strategy.Anita stood before the mirror in her office, buttoning a crisp ivory blouse. Her reflection stared back with poise and purpose. Behind her, Patricia’s photograph smiled faintly on the bookshelf. That reminder was all she needed.Nathan appeared in the doorway, his frame a towering presence. “The press conference is set. Noon.”She turned, slipping gold hoops into her ears. “Are the files ready?”“They are.” He stepped closer. “Are you?”She met his gaze. “You’re not the only one who keeps leverage, Nathan.”He raised a brow. “You’ve been building something?”“I learned from the best.” Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath. “Remember when I asked you to assign me as your proxy on t
Anita didn’t speak during the drive home.She sat in the back of the armored black Maybach, eyes fixed on the lights bleeding through the city skyline, replaying every word Dominic Pierce had said. The man didn’t blink. Didn’t threaten. He didn’t need to. His offer wasn’t just power—it was a declaration.He didn’t want to destroy Nathan. He wanted to replace him. With her.And that made this war far more personal.When the car pulled into the private elevator bay at the Grant penthouse, she stepped out, shoulders straight, heels echoing like declarations of defiance. The moment the elevator doors opened, Nathan was already there—jacket off, tie undone, eyes stormy with anticipation.“Well?” he asked.Anita let out a slow breath. “He wants to recruit me.”Nathan’s brow twitched. “Recruit?”“Full takeover. My own firm. Resources. Autonomy. And I’d never need you again.”Silence settled thickly between them.He crossed the room slowly, eyes scanning her face. “And?”“I told him to go to
The Calm Before the WarThe rain had stopped, but the tension hadn’t.Nathan stood at the balcony of the penthouse, shirt sleeves rolled up, the city sprawled beneath him like a conquered battlefield. Yet victory felt heavy, laced with exhaustion. His mind replayed every detail from the boardroom, every reaction—Delacorte’s twitching eye, Chen’s collapse, and Anita’s unflinching resolve.She’d been magnificent.Behind him, Anita moved through the living room, barefoot, still in the suit she hadn’t changed out of since the night before. Her hair was slightly tousled, and fatigue clung to her frame like a second skin, but her eyes… they were alive. Sharp. Focused.She approached him quietly, holding two mugs of black coffee. No celebration. No champagne. Just coffee. Because they weren’t done yet.“You’re not sleeping,” she said, offering the cup.He took it, brushing her fingers with his. “Neither are you.”She leaned on the railing beside him. “We just humiliated one of the most corru
Shortly after midnight, the storm broke out. Rain battered the penthouse windows as lightning illuminated the skyline and thunder cracked over the metropolis. Everything was moving in Nathan's battle room, which used to be his office. Anita leaned over a computer table showing the activities of shareholders, Gregor yelled orders into a secure queue, and Nathan Nathan observed her. Something about her had changed. Once standing unsurely at the edge of wolf-infested boardrooms, the woman now stood in the middle, unwavering. Making calculations. Sharp.While looking over the information on the encrypted server that Nathan had previously concealed from even his own legal advisor, Anita remarked, "We're going to need proof." "The board's plan cannot be overturned without concrete proof of wrongdoing or manipulation." "Misconduct always occurs," Gregor mumbled. "These men didn't reach the summit without stepping on people." "Then we discover the corpses," she answered in a firm