She didn’t move, didn’t go to the window to peek. But she felt it, the shift in the air.The pull of something familiar and uncertain, as if the world itself had slowed for a moment. The quietest thud of a car door, followed by soft, measured steps up the walkway.Her heartbeat quickened.Vera backed away from the door, retreating behind the kitchen island as if it could somehow protect her from… what?From the fact that someone was waiting outside for her? Someone who saw past the edges she’d sharpened and still didn’t run?She paced.Once.Twice.Then she stopped.She could hear him now, barely. A pause, then what sounded like a soft exhale just outside her front door. No knocking. No ringing the bell. Just… waiting.That was the worst part.Asher wasn’t the type to wait for anyone. Not from what she’d learned about him. He was a Donovan. Commanding. Sharp. Always in control.And yet, here he was. Quiet. Patient. Like he knew she was in there, unsure and unraveling, and he was willi
Asher checked his phone for the third time in five minutes. The last message from Vera still glowed on the screen.I’m sorry.Two words, too vague to bring comfort, too heavy to ignore.He looked up at her door again. Nothing.Not a flicker of light, not the sound of footsteps, not even the shift of curtains. Just silence.Leaning back against his car, Asher ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tensing. It wasn’t like her to shut him out, not like this.Ever since the banquet, things between them had shifted. For the first time, it had felt real. Unfiltered. Like they had finally peeled back the layers and were choosing to see each other clearly, without the armor or pretense.So why the sudden wall?He had replayed their last few interactions in his head a dozen times since he got here. Dinner and breakfast had gone well, better than well. They’d laughed. Teased. And when she’d sent him away with that smug, playful smile, he’d believed it was a promise. That tomorrow would only bring
Vera dropped to her knees, the scent of the flowers wrapping around her like warmth she didn’t know she needed.Her fingers trembled as she brushed them, delicate petals catching the morning light.For a moment, she just sat there. Like a girl left in the wake of something too kind, too patient, too undeserved.Because she didn’t know what to do with gentleness. Not when it came wrapped in Asher Donovan’s hands and spoken in his voice.Not when she’d spent her whole life expecting people to leave.She stood again, carrying the bouquet into the kitchen. Placed it in a tall glass, then stared at it like it had something to say.She didn’t text him back right away. She couldn’t.But she looked at the flowers again before heading to the shower, pressing her fingers to the rim of the vase as if to ground herself in something real. Something soft.He’d come to see her. Waited. And left flowers behind.The steam curled softly around Vera as she stepped into the shower, her bare feet hitting
Vera set the phone down and stood up to get dressed, moving with intention now.She pulled on her favorite pair of jeans, the ones with a single frayed tear at the knee, and an oversized cream sweater that hung just enough off one shoulder to feel casual but still deliberate.She brushed her hair out slowly, braiding it loosely to one side.Today didn’t have to be about pain. Or avoidance. Or ghosts from the past clawing their way into her future.Her fingers hovered over the screen as she opened the message thread again.She didn’t want to sound desperate or cryptic. But she needed him to know that the silence wasn’t rejection. It was just… her learning how to navigate this strange, terrifying thing that felt dangerously close to being real.Vera:I’m sorry for shutting you out. I had some stuff come up that I needed to handle on my own. But I’m here now… if you’re still around.She hit send before she could overthink it.Then, for the first time in hours, she leaned back against the
“Hey,” he said softly.“Hey,” she murmured.For a moment, neither moved.Then, she stepped aside, and he walked in.The smell of basil, lemongrass, and chili filled the apartment as they unpacked the food at her coffee table. Asher set the drinks down, then glanced over at her.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low but clear.Vera paused. She could lie. Could make some joke about craving noodles and call it a night. But something about the way he was looking at her made her lean into honesty instead.“No,” she admitted. “But I will be.”He nodded once, not pressing. Just reached over and handed her a pair of chopsticks.They ate in silence for a while. It wasn’t awkward, though. It was the kind of quiet that hummed with the warmth of unspoken understanding. Like the space between them was no longer filled with games or tension, but healing.Halfway through her pad Thai, Vera set the box down.“You know,” she said slowly, “you didn’t have to come.”Asher glanced at her. “I know.”“But yo
Asher couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face, soft, a little stunned, deeply affected.Vera, the hurricane in heels, the woman who fought every emotion like it owed her a debt… asleep against him, unguarded.He didn’t move right away. Just looked.She was so different like this. Not because her sharpness was gone, but because the fire in her had quieted to something tender. She looked… young. Not in age, but in vulnerability. And beautiful in that disarming way that made his throat tighten.He didn’t know when he had started falling for her.Maybe it was the first time she’d looked at him like she could read through every lie he’d ever told. Maybe it was when she stood in that banquet hall, proud and unapologetic even when the world tried to make her small.Or maybe, maybe it was right now, when she let herself rest against him without a word, trusting him with her sleep.He gently slid his arm behind her, adjusting so he could stand.Vera stirred slightly, mumbling somethin
Vera threw off the duvet and climbed out of bed in a hurry, her feet meeting the cool wooden floor.Her phone wasn’t on the nightstand. Frowning, she padded over to the couch where she vaguely remembered dozing off, but it was empty, no phone, no Asher.Only then did a small smile tug at the corners of her lips.He’d been a gentleman.Of course he had. He hadn’t pushed, hadn’t tried to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He’d just… let her rest.That thought warmed her more than the morning sun ever could.She reached for a hair tie and swept her hair up into a loose bun, wrapping her robe tighter around her.Her feet carried her through the quiet apartment, every step echoing in her ears.She expected the place to be empty now, assumed Asher must’ve left after tucking her in.But as she turned the corner into the hallway, she froze.There he was.Asher Donovan.Sprawled across the too small velvet couch outside her door, limbs awkwardly folded to fit, his tie loosened, one shoe o
Asher rinsed his face, brushed his teeth with the minty toothpaste she wasn’t kidding about, and let the cold water wash away the grogginess of the night.When he came out a few minutes later, barefoot but looking ten times more awake, the scent of fresh coffee welcomed him like a promise.Vera glanced up from where she stood by the stove, spoon in hand. “So… how was your bathroom experience?”“Life changing,” he said solemnly, holding up the toothbrush she’d left out for him. “I’ve seen the light. Minty. Glorious. I may have to steal it after all.”Vera chuckled, setting the spoon down. “I’ll invoice you.”“Put it on my tab,” he said, slipping onto a stool at the kitchen island. “I’m starting to rack up quite the bill here.”She handed him a mug. “Right. One stolen toothbrush, two cups of coffee, and one night’s rent on the couch.”He took the mug from her, their fingers brushing briefly. “You forgot the emotional support services I provided. You definitely owe me for those.”Vera ti
After leaving the terminal without another word, Asher got back into the car, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. Damien tried to speak through the comms, but Asher switched his phone off.He couldn’t hear anyone.Back at the penthouse, he went straight to the bar, poured himself a drink, and sat down in the dim light with that damned letter in his hands again.He reread it.Asher stared at the letter, the dim glow from the bar lamp casting long, jagged shadows across his face. The words bled into one another like poison, taunting him with every line."Thank you for everything. I got what I needed."The same line repeated over and over in his mind like a sick mantra. His grip on the paper tightened until it crumpled in his palm.He had left Singapore early. Cut off meetings. Ignored Everett’s suggestions to extend his stay. For what? To come home to this?To find out she had walked out of his life the second he turned his back? No goodbye. No honesty. Just a note like he was nothing.
“Asher, I..”“Is this what you were leaving for?” His voice was low, careful. “To run away with him?”“No!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t even know he’d be here...”But the hurt in his eyes made her falter.Lucas cleared his throat. “This isn’t what it looks like.”“Oh, no?” Asher asked. “Because it looks like the woman I was going to propose to is walking away from my life, again, with the man who betrayed him.”“Proposal?” Vera blinked, stunned. “What...?”Asher took a shaky breath, controlling his voice. “I came home early to ask you to stay with me forever.”Tears welled up in Vera’s eyes. “Asher, I...”“But I guess I was too late,” he finished, voice hoarse.Vera stepped forward. “Please, listen to me..”But then a buzzing came from Asher’s phone. He looked down, and something shifted in his expression.His eyes flicked back up to her. “I found your letter.”Her blood ran cold. “My what?”“The note you left at the penthouse,” he said slowly. “Telling me you got what you wanted... and
Evelyn read over it with satisfaction.“It sounds cold,” Sarah commented. “Are you sure he’ll believe she’d say something like this?”Evelyn smiled. “That’s the point. It’s just believable enough to hurt him. He won’t question it at first. He’ll be too blindsided. She’s been his calm in the chaos. This will shatter that image.”Sarah giggled, pure venom in the sound. “He’ll hate her. And then you can finally fix everything and bring him back home, to me.”Evelyn folded the new letter neatly and placed it back on the pillow where the original had been. She took Vera’s original note and tucked it into her handbag with care.“Insurance,” she said coolly.Then she looked around one last time. The apartment was exactly how Vera left it, her mug still drying by the sink, her hoodie gone from the couch. Only the false letter now waited in silence, a quiet weapon posed to pierce Asher’s heart the moment he walked through that door.“Let’s go,” Evelyn said.Sarah followed, already picturing th
The pen dropped from her hand, her breath shaking as she re read the letter twice. It sounded too calm. Too composed. Like she was at peace with the decision. She wasn’t.But she folded it anyway and placed it on his pillow.She took one last look around the room. The soft blue lighting from the bedside lamp cast shadows across the bed where they’d laughed, kissed, fought and tangled their hearts together over weeks that now felt like lifetimes.Her suitcase sat quietly by the door.With trembling fingers, she pulled on her hoodie, his hoodie, and grabbed the suitcase handle.Her heart cracked just a little deeper as she turned off the lights one by one.She paused in the living room, staring at the painting they once joked about, an abstract piece Asher said looked like a snail running late. She forced a broken smile.And then she walked out.The door clicked shut behind her with a finality that echoed in her chest.Downstairs, the night was cool, the city buzz still alive even at th
Vera pressed her forehead to her knees, struggling to breathe past the ache in her chest.Asher loved her. That much was clear. He loved her so deeply that he was planning to give up everything just to be with her. And now, he had no idea what his family was doing behind his back.He didn’t know that the walls were closing in. That his empire, his name, was being used to strangle them both.Could she live with herself if he lost everything?Could she forgive herself if his company was ripped away because of her?She could hear his voice in her head, teasing her, calling her Star. Whispering promises, telling her she was the only one who saw him.And now, she had to choose.Vera stood slowly. Her limbs were stiff from sitting too long, her body numb from the emotional battle raging inside her. She glanced around the penthouse, his scent lingered faintly in the cushions, in his jacket hanging by the door, in the empty glass he last drank from.It felt like his space. Their space.Her ga
There was no accusation in the words. Just observation. Calm, deliberate. But it still hit a nerve.“She’s not some girl,” Asher said. “And trust me, I’ve handled every threat that’s come my way since I took this position. Vera’s not the reason things feel off here.”Everett gave him a knowing smile. “Be careful. The higher you climb, the more people want to take what you have, and the more they’ll use the people closest to you to get it.”Asher narrowed his eyes, fingers tightening around the edge of his chair. “If you know something I don’t, Everett, now’s the time to tell me.”“Just advice from someone who’s been around longer,” Everett replied, raising his glass. “Don’t let your heart blind your mind.”Asher didn’t respond. He just watched as his uncle stood and walked back out into the corridor, leaving him in the echoing silence of the suite.He reached for his phone again. Still no reply from Vera.Maybe she was asleep. Or maybe she was working on that little studio she had hin
"Made it through another long day. Missing you a little too much tonight. Hope you’re working too hard so I don’t look lovesick alone."Vera stared at the screen, her throat tightening.He still didn’t know. He had no idea about Elena. About Sarah. About his own family.She should tell him. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not while he was dealing with work and his own pressures. Not while she still hadn’t figured out what exactly she wanted from all of this.So instead, she typed:"Tried to work today, but failed miserably. Might need you back sooner than you think."Then she deleted it.She tried again."Was thinking about you. Penthouse is too quiet without your arrogant self around."She deleted that one too.In the end, she simply sent:"Hope today wasn’t too hard. I miss you."Short. Honest. Barely revealing the storm inside her.She dropped the phone beside her and lay back down on the couch, staring at the ceiling as exhaustion swept through her.Her mind wandered to the studio she
They drank in silence for a while.The tea was jasmine, fragrant and delicate. Vera couldn’t tell if it had been made for Elena or if this had always been her preference. It didn’t matter.Elena shifted again and coughed once more, longer this time. It sounded worse than before, and for the first time, Vera felt something unfamiliar stir in her chest: pity, maybe. Or something close to sadness.“I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for you,” Elena said suddenly. “I’m sorry I made fear look like control. I lived for the family name. You remind me not to.”Vera stared at her. “Then maybe you can do one thing before you go.”Elena looked up, surprised. “What’s that?”“Don’t let them use my name again to clean up the family image. Don’t try to fix your sins by pushing me into your dynasty. I don’t need their wealth or their spotlight.”Elena nodded. “I won’t.”“Good.” Vera stood. “Then maybe this wasn’t a wasted visit after all.”Elena looked at her, and there was something wet in her eyes now
Vera stayed by the doorway, not yet ready to move closer.There was a silence between them, long and thick with the weight of everything that had gone unsaid for too many years.“I’m not here for reconciliation,” Vera said suddenly. “I’m not here to play pretend family. I just… I didn’t want to hate myself if something happened.”A silence stretched, but to her surprise, Elena nodded.“I don’t expect your forgiveness,” she said softly. “God knows I wouldn’t give it, if I were in your place.”That cracked something in Vera. It was the first honest thing she’d ever heard from this woman.“I wanted to meet you before it was too late,” Elena continued, eyes flickering to the sunlight filtering through the windows. “Not as a Sterling. Not as the mother who failed you. Just… as a woman who made too many mistakes and is out of time to fix them.”Vera looked at her for a long moment, her throat tight.“Then don’t ask me for anything,” she said. “Don’t ask me to be a daughter. Just let me say