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
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
"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
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
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
The moment Vera Sinclair walked into the lavish restaurant, she knew something was off.The low hum of conversation, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the rich aroma of gourmet dishes did nothing to settle the unease crawling up her spine.Across the table, her boyfriend of four years, Lucas Whitmore, wore an expression she had never seen before, distant, cold, and unreadable.She set her purse on the chair beside her and smiled, ignoring the warning bells in her head. "You’re quiet tonight. Long day?"Lucas exhaled sharply, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit. "Vera, we need to talk."Her stomach twisted.No conversation that began with those words ever ended well.Still, she forced herself to remain calm. "Okay. What’s on your mind?"He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up his wine glass, swirled the liquid, and watched it as if searching for words in the deep red color.When he finally spoke, his voice carried a sharp edge. "I think we should break up."For a m
Asher swirled the dark liquid in his glass, his gaze never leaving hers. "Something far better than a man who treated you like a substitute."Vera studied Asher Donovan’s face, trying to decipher his intentions.He was a man known for calculated moves, never saying or doing anything without a purpose. But what purpose did she serve to him?She took another slow sip of her drink, letting the heat settle inside her before meeting his gaze. "You seem awfully invested in my business, Mr. Donovan."Asher chuckled, the deep sound vibrating in the space between them. "Call it an observation. A woman like you shouldn’t waste her time on a man who couldn’t see her worth."His words struck a nerve, and for a moment, Vera wavered. But she quickly masked it with a smirk. "And I suppose you’re here to enlighten me on what I’m worth?"Asher leaned forward, his presence overwhelming in a way that made it impossible to ignore him. "Perhaps," he murmured. "But I have a more interesting proposition for
The grand ballroom was filled with the city’s most influential people, but Vera barely noticed them. Her eyes found Lucas almost instantly.He was standing near the bar, a drink in hand, dressed in a navy suit that matched Camilla’s gown.They looked perfect together, just as he had always wanted.But the moment he saw Vera, the color drained from his face.Camilla, standing beside him, followed his gaze and stiffened. Her grip tightened around his arm, her eyes narrowing.Vera smiled. A slow, knowing smile.I’m not broken. I’m not forgotten. And I’m not the woman you left behind.Asher leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "He’s looking at you like he’s just realized what he lost."Vera let out a soft laugh. "Good. Let him."Lucas Whitmore had always been a man who prided himself on control, but as he stared at Vera across the ballroom, his grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles turning white.Vera didn’t falter. She let the moment hang, let him soak in the reality of what h
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
Vera stood and walked to the small window of her studio.Outside, the city moved with its usual rhythm, cars buzzing, people walking, horns blaring in the distance. But inside her, everything had slowed to a crawl.She thought about her childhood, the quiet streets of the village, the small house that had never quite felt like hers, the whispered secrets about the rich family that had once lost a baby girl. About the day her entire world shifted, and she was pulled into a glittering, icy place that never felt like home.She had tried to make peace with the Sterlings. Tried to understand them. But there had always been a wall. Especially with Elena.And now she was being asked to walk into that world again. To see the woman who had abandoned her. To sit at her deathbed and pretend to care.But was it pretending?Vera wasn’t sure anymore.She ran a hand through her hair and reached for her phone again. Her thumb hovered over Eliza’s number for a moment before she set it back down.Not y
Asher set his coffee down, stepped into his office corner, and opened the small drawer of his briefcase.Tucked in a velvet case, hidden beneath work documents, was the ring.He hadn’t even told his assistant. No one knew. Not Everett, not his parents, especially not his parents.He didn’t care what anyone thought.This was his choice.He had found peace in Vera's chaos, clarity in her fire. She wasn’t just some phase or distraction. She was the only person who ever looked at him like he was just Asher, not the heir, not the CEO, not a tool to be manipulated. Just him.He flipped open the box and stared at the ring he’d designed himself, a sleek, unconventional piece with an edge that matched Vera’s spirit.Platinum band. A raw cut diamond surrounded by midnight sapphires.It didn’t scream royalty.It screamed Vera.He imagined how she’d react. Probably blink twice, think he was joking, then hit him with one of her sarcastic jabs before her hands started shaking. And he’d kneel.He wa
The next morning, Vera didn’t cry.She didn’t mope, didn’t sit around waiting for another call. The suitcase by the door stayed untouched, and the shadows from the night before were replaced with a quiet, resolute fire.If they thought she was weak… if they thought she was a burden to Asher, just another pretty face riding on his name, they had no idea who they were dealing with.By noon, Vera was at her new studio space.It was nothing like the luxury of the Donovan penthouse, bare concrete walls, boxes everywhere, wires half sprawled across the floor, a faint echo when she walked, but to her, it was everything.Hers.Built from scratch, funded with Asher’s card, yes, but every vision, every drawing, every bit of code and animation that would fill it, would come from her.And someday soon, she’d pay it all back.She slipped on her noise canceling headphones, pulled up her tablet, and opened her storyboard app.Her stylus danced across the screen, sketches taking shape in seconds, fem
Vera folded the blouse gently, too gently, as if it might shatter in her hands.Her suitcase lay open on the edge of the bed, a painful echo of finality. Item by item, she placed her things inside, her sketchpads, her charger, the small silver necklace Asher had clasped around her neck one sleepy morning, and even the hoodie she had "borrowed" from him after the golf course outing.She lingered on that one.It smelled like him. Clean. Warm. Safe.Her hand trembled as she folded it and placed it on top of everything else.This wasn't just leaving.It felt like amputating a part of herself.Vera sniffled, wiping at her face furiously. “You’re doing the right thing,” she whispered to herself like a lie she was desperate to believe. “He’ll be better off. He’ll… thank you later.”The zipper resisted when she tried to close the suitcase, like even it didn’t want her to leave.Her knuckles whitened as she yanked it shut, the sound of the zip slicing through the silence like a cruel confirmat