MasukMorning sunlight slipped through the thin curtains of Aira’s apartment, filling the small living room with a warm golden glow. Aira sat at the dining table with her laptop open in front of her, but she hadn’t read a single line on the screen for the past ten minutes. Her mind was somewhere else. Again. The sound of small footsteps suddenly echoed from the hallway. “Mommy!” Aira blinked and looked up just as Zayn came running toward her, his tiny socks sliding slightly across the wooden floor. He stopped beside her chair and raised his arms. “Up.” Aira smiled softly and lifted him onto her lap. “What happened?” she asked gently. “I thought you were watching cartoons.” “I am,” he replied seriously, “but I’m hungry.” She laughed quietly. “That’s because you woke up and immediately asked for pancakes.” “I like pancakes.” “I know.” She kissed the top of his head before setting him down again. “Alright, chef Zayn. Let’s go make breakfast.” The kitchen w
The apartment was silent. Too silent. Selene sat alone in the living room of Lucien’s penthouse, her legs crossed elegantly as the city lights shimmered through the massive glass windows behind her. Lucien had left nearly an hour ago for a late meeting. Which meant she had the entire place to herself. Normally she enjoyed the quiet luxury of the apartment. Tonight it felt different. Her phone rested in her hand, the screen glowing faintly in the darkened room. She had been scrolling for nearly twenty minutes. Every article looked the same. Lucien Carter Announces Engagement The Carter and Laurent Families Unite The Most Powerful Couple in Finance Selene should have felt satisfied. This was everything she had wanted. Everything she had worked toward. She had waited years for this moment. Watched patiently while Lucien remained married to another woman. Watched as that woman disappeared. And now she finally stood where she belonged. At Lucien’s
The moment Aira opened the door to Adrian’s apartment, a small blur came running toward her. “Mama!” Zayn threw himself at her legs with enough force to almost knock her off balance. Aira laughed softly as she bent down and scooped him into her arms. “Well hello to you too,” she said, kissing his cheek. Zayn wrapped his small arms around her neck like he hadn’t seen her in weeks. “I missed you.” “You saw me yesterday,” she reminded him gently. “That was yesterday.” From the kitchen, Adrian chuckled. “He’s been asking about you for the last hour.” Aira looked over Zayn’s shoulder. Adrian stood by the stove, stirring something in a large pan. The smell of garlic, tomatoes, and herbs filled the apartment, making the space feel warm and welcoming. “Dinner smells amazing,” she said. “That’s because I cooked it,” Adrian replied. Zayn slid out of her arms and ran back to the living room, where his toy cars were scattered across the rug. Aira set her bag down
The morning after the engagement announcement felt strangely quiet. Lucien Carter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, watching the city slowly come alive beneath him. New York never truly slept, but mornings always carried a different kind of energy. Traffic built gradually, lights disappeared from office buildings, and the sky shifted from deep blue to pale gray. Normally, Lucien found the routine calming. Today it did nothing. His phone buzzed again on the kitchen counter. Another notification. Another news article. Another congratulatory message. He ignored it. Behind him, Selene stepped out of the bedroom. She was still wearing one of his shirts from the night before, the fabric loose around her frame. Her hair fell freely over her shoulders as she walked toward the kitchen. “You’re awake early,” she said. Lucien didn’t turn. “I haven’t slept much.” Selene leaned against the counter and picked up his phone. The screen
The research center was quieter than usual that afternoon. Aira sat at her desk, surrounded by reports and highlighted research papers. The soft hum of computers and distant conversations blended into the background as she worked through the maternal health data on her screen. Her work focused on maternal and child health research—tracking hospital outcomes, analyzing patient care gaps, and designing programs that could improve survival rates for mothers and newborns. It was serious work. Important work. But today, for some reason, she found it difficult to concentrate. Aira leaned back slightly in her chair and rubbed her temples. “Too many numbers,” she muttered softly. From down the hallway, laughter drifted from the small break room. She barely paid attention at first. Office chatter was constant. People always had something to talk about—television shows, celebrity gossip, weekend plans. But then she heard a name. Lucien. Her fingers froze above the ke
The ballroom of the Grand Regent Hotel glittered like something out of a dream. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their golden light spilling across marble floors polished to perfection. Tall glass windows overlooked the Manhattan skyline, the city lights flickering like distant stars in the night. Soft classical music floated through the air as waiters moved quietly between guests carrying trays of champagne. The room was filled with some of the most influential people in the city. CEOs. Politicians. Socialites. And, of course, the press. Flashes from cameras occasionally lit the room as photographers waited patiently near the entrance. Everyone knew tonight wasn’t just another high-society gathering. Tonight was an announcement. And when the Carter family hosted an announcement, it was always something important. Selene stood in front of the large mirror in the private dressing room upstairs. Her stylist adjusted the final details of her gow







