Asher hadn’t hesitated. He hadn’t even looked back.Sarah’s fingers curled into fists, her perfectly manicured nails biting into the soft flesh of her palm. A part of her wanted to march after them, to make Asher see reason, to demand he explain himself. But that wouldn’t do.No, Sarah Langford didn’t beg.She didn’t chase.She destroyed.So she stood there, her expression carefully composed, her breathing steady despite the anger curling hot in her stomach. Let them leave together. Let Vera think she had won.This wasn’t over.Because in the end, it wouldn’t matter if Asher was momentarily fascinated by her. Fascination wasn’t enough.The Donovan family would never allow Vera to stay.And when the time came, Sarah would be the one left standing beside Asher, just as she had always planned.Vera, however, would be nothing more than a temporary distraction.A mistake.A regret.And Sarah would make damn sure of it.The sleek black car waited out front, engine humming softly against the
The soft click of her apartment door echoed louder than it should have.Vera stepped inside, toeing off her heels without bothering to turn on the lights. Moonlight spilled through the floor to ceiling windows, casting long silver streaks across the wooden floors. The silence that met her was familiar, comforting even, but tonight, it didn’t bring the usual relief.She dropped her clutch on the console table by the door and shrugged off her coat, letting it fall haphazardly over the back of the couch. The damp patch from the champagne stain clung to her skin, cold and unpleasant.She peeled the dress off and traded it for one of Asher’s oversized button down shirt, left behind during their first meeting.She stood still for a moment in the quiet, staring at her reflection in the window. Her eyes were tired. Not from the party. Not even from Sarah’s confrontation. But from the weight she carried. The one she didn’t show anyone.Her fingers itched to text someone, Talia maybe. But her b
Vera Caldwell was fire.Untamed. Unapologetic. Proud.And now, here she was, putting herself on a stage where every single person was waiting for her to stumble.It was wrong.But it was the only way he knew how to protect her.He exhaled harshly, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. The car was too warm. Too quiet. Too full of thoughts he couldn’t ignore anymore.“You looked at her like you meant it,” Nicholas had said earlier.And he hadn’t denied it.Because how could he?He remembered the first time he met Vera.“Watch where you’re going,” she’d snapped, like he was the one who owed her an apology.He hadn’t laughed in weeks before that moment.She’d stuck in his mind long after, just a flash of a girl in a wrinkled white shirt and oversized sunglasses, too bold for her own good. He’d never expected to see her again. And yet, here she was back in his world, now wrapped in diamonds and secrets.But the girl hadn’t changed. Not really.She was still fire.And he was still helpl
The morning sun crept through the slits of Vera’s blinds, casting golden lines across her bed.She sat curled up against the headboard, a blanket draped around her shoulders and her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She hadn’t slept much, not after last night.Not after everything.She thought she had braced herself for what this fake relationship would bring.The stares.The whispers.The subtle jabs from socialites like Sarah Langford. But nothing had prepared her for the headlines that greeted her the moment she opened her eyes."Asher Donovan's Date Shocks High Society: Mystery Girl Steals the Spotlight.""Who is Vera Sinclair? Inside the Scandalous Date of the Donovan Heir.""From Nobody to Noteworthy: The Woman Turning Asher Donovan’s Head."Each headline was worse than the last. Photos from the night before were already making the rounds online, her walking beside Asher in that sleek gown, his hand resting protectively on her back, the moment they’d walked out of the banquet
“I won’t apologize for last night,” Asher said finally, staring directly at his parents. “I brought Vera because I wanted to. Because she deserves to be seen.”“You’re being reckless,” Evelyn hissed. “And weak.”“No,” he said with dangerous calm, “I’m being honest.”Richard took a step forward. “You want to throw away everything for a girl who’s nothing but...”“Don’t finish that sentence,” Asher warned, his voice dropping low, almost too soft.For a moment, no one moved. Even the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner felt too loud.Evelyn smoothed her blouse. “So what now? You’re going to date her publicly? Invite her to every function? Pretend this will lead anywhere real?”Asher exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What I do with Vera is none of your concern. I’ll handle the media. The board. And if Sarah has a problem with it, she can call her PR team.”He grabbed his coffee at last and turned to leave.But before he stepped out of the room, he paused at the door.“
Vera hit send before she could overthink it.But then, her gaze narrowed.Because she realized something.She was alright.Sarah’s message had stung, sure, but it also brought something unexpected. Closure. Not just for the twisted game she and Sarah were locked in, but for the past that had kept Vera trapped for far too long.Lucas was over. He belonged in the ashes. And she was done sifting through them.Sarah wanted to rattle her? Wanted to play dirty?Fine.Let the games begin.Because Vera was done sulking. She was done reacting.It was time she started acting.Sarah had made one thing clear, she thought Asher was still hers. That Vera was just some decoration, a pawn in the game, something to be discarded when it no longer served its purpose.But what if the pawn became a queen?What if Asher fell for her?Vera smiled to herself, the expression slow and curling, a little wicked around the edges. Not because she wanted to fall in love. Not because she believed in fairy tales anym
Vera bit her bottom lip, feeling the dull ache in her chest pulse a little harder.She hadn’t realized how heavy everything felt until this very moment, until someone had noticed.Until he had noticed.For the longest time, she had made herself believe that no one could. That no one should. Not when her pain came from choices she had made, from trusting the wrong people, from walking paths she should’ve run from.Lucas. They all swirled together like ghosts in her mind.But Asher had cut through it. Quietly. Carefully. And it rattled her.She opened the message again, thumb hovering over the keyboard. She could play it cool. Send a flippant reply, maybe a teasing jab to keep things light.But something in her had snapped since Sarah’s message earlier before. That little piece of pride, that fierce fire that burned only brighter when someone tried to snuff her out. And Sarah had tried, again and again, to erase her.She wouldn’t let her.She wouldn’t let any of them.So she typed with
Vera sat in the quiet of her apartment, wrapped in an oversized hoodie. The soft fabric swaddled her, but it didn’t warm the chill racing down her spine.There was no more pretending.Not if she said yes.No more telling herself this was just about revenge.No more lying that her heart didn’t ache when Asher looked at her the way he did.She bit her lip, forcing herself to breathe.This wasn’t about love. She wasn’t that stupid. She had been in love before, madly, blindingly, with Lucas, and look how that ended.He had chosen Camilla and the safe, polished life that came with her. The betrayal still echoed in the corners of her mind, but it didn’t hurt as much now.Because Asher had shown up.In ways Lucas never had.And even when she’d doubted herself, when she felt like she didn’t belong in this glittering, savage world, Asher had looked at her like she did. Like she owned it.That look… That was what Nicholas had meant. And Sarah saw it too.God, Sarah.Vera gritted her teeth, the
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