•Edward’s POV•I pulled into the parking lot of my mansion, feeling utterly devastated. That emotion had clung to me like a shadow ever since I left Juliet’s company. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what she did, walking off while I was still talking, her PA escorting me out like I was some stranger. That wasn’t just rejection, it felt like punishment.With clenched fists, I slammed one against the steering wheel, the sharp pain doing little to dull the ache in my chest. Is this her way of getting back at me? Acting cold, detached, powerful, even bossy. Making sure I saw just how successful she’d become without me. It was a silent reminder of the woman I had once underestimated.I opened the car door and stepped out, the cool evening air brushing against my face, bringing with it a wave of nostalgia. It reminded me of the early days of my marriage to Juliet, how calm and shy she used to be. Back then, I had looked at her in disgust, wishing I hadn’t been the one forced to marry h
•Juliet POV•“Yes, Mr. Grigs,” I replied, dropping the file on the desk. I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.“Is there a problem, Miss Ryder?” James asked, his eyes locking onto mine with a seductive stare that made me instinctively look away.“No,” I replied, steadying my voice. “Getting to know each other as business partners isn’t a bad idea.”His lips curled into a smirk as he pushed his swivel chair forward, resting his arms on the table. I glanced at them briefly. His sleeves shifted, revealing a glimpse of a black tattoo string curling around his wrist.“Exactly. Working with a beautiful woman like you, Miss Ryder,” he said, the smoothness of his voice heating up my skin under my sleeves. This was exactly why I had dreaded meeting James in person. Ever since he called about the partnership, he had been crossing boundaries, making unexpected, personal phone calls that had nothing to do with work. And now here he was, leaning forward across my desk, looking a
•Edward’s POV•I moaned as I turned her over, slamming into her from behind. She cried out, her voice high and raw as she screamed my name in pleasure. My hand gripped her waist firmly, her soft skin brushing against my lap as our bodies moved in rhythm.“Yes, harder, Eddy!” she screamed, her voice trembling with intensity.I increased my pace, feeling the tight coil inside me ready to snap. Her body tensed beneath me, trembling as I drove deeper into her, stretching her even more. The sound of skin against skin echoed around us, mingling with her breathless moans and my groans of pleasure.I let out a guttural sound as the release hit me hard, my body jerking as I spilled my seed deep inside her. My arms shook, and I finally collapsed beside her, breath ragged and chest heaving.Raya crawled up to me, her body warm against mine, and rested her head on my chest. She let out short, panting breaths as she calmed, the aftermath of our passion leaving her flushed and trembling.I wrapped
•Juliet POV•“Mummy, is that man a bad person?” Jace asked as we both walked into his room. His small hands tugged at the hem of my blouse while his big blue eyes stared up at me with quiet curiosity. He glanced at his nearly made bed with the beige-colored blanket and brown pillows, waiting for my answer.I knew he was referring to James, one thing about Jace was that he is a curious kid and always want to know the details of people, especially the ones I ask him not to be familiar with.“He’s not a bad person, baby,” I said gently, helping him up onto the bed. I pulled the blanket up to his waist and tucked him in as he blinked up at me, still waiting.“He’s mummy’s business partner,” I added, trying to keep my tone casual.He nodded slowly, accepting the answer for now. I leaned down, ran my fingers through his soft curls, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then to his forehead.“I love you, baby.”“I love you too, mummy,” he murmured, a sleepy smile on his lips.His eyes fluttered c
•Edward’s POV•“Mr. Miles, here’s the report you asked for,” Ellen, my office assistant, said as she walked in and handed over a slim blue file to me.I took it from her, my brows slightly furrowing as I flipped it open. My eyes scanned the neatly typed figures and charts on the report, but the more I read, the tighter my grip grew on the file. A cold rush spread through my chest, and my jaw tightened.“What’s this, Ellen?” I asked, my voice low but laced with simmering disappointment.Lately, I had been unsettled about the performance of my latest perfume line, the new design and fragrance we launched had been my personal project. I had poured time, energy, and resources into it. Yet, the gut feeling that something was wrong wouldn’t let me rest, so I decided to have a full report pulled.And there it was, staring right back at me like a slap in the face.“Why are the order numbers dropping every day?” I demanded, my tone sharper now as I slid the file back across the table toward he
•Edward POV•I sat in the car, staring at the building in front of me. The engine was off, and silence filled the cabin as I glanced down at my phone to confirm the address one more time before stepping out.The school loomed ahead, modern and massive, with sleek glass panels, whitewashed walls, and colorful murals painted along the sides. A large banner fluttered gently above the entrance that read Welcome Back, Little Stars! The laughter of children echoed across the open grounds, some tugging their backpacks while others ran into their parents’ arms."Cool," I muttered under my breath, taking in the sheer size of the place. The damn school looked more like a mini college campus than a preschool.I started walking toward the front entrance, my hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket, scanning the crowd. I had no clue where Jace would be or what class he was in."Why do I keep listening to Josh?" I groaned through clenched teeth. That idiot sent me a location pin with zero detail.
•Juliet's POV•“This new design should be our best masterpiece,” I said, staring at my staff seated around the conference table, their eyes fixed on me in anticipation. “Does anyone else have a suggestion about the distribution?”“I think, concerning distribution, our sales have been up,” Jerry, my accountant, said, glancing down at his tablet. “I’d suggest that once we release the new design, we inform our clients immediately. Also, there should be a slight raise in price.”“That’s a great idea, Jerry,” I nodded, turning back to the projected figures on the screen.“And the fragrance should be different,” Dora, Jerry’s PA, added.I shifted my attention to her. “The fragrance has always been unique, Dora, but sure, we can go over some new scents once the samples arrive.”A sudden creaking sound distracted me, and I turned toward the door. Eric stood there, panting and drenched in sweat like he had just run a marathon. My eyes instinctively searched behind him for Jace, but he wasn’t t
•Juliet POV•The car stopped in front of Grace Gourmet Shop, a fancy building painted in brown and white. I got out of the car without waiting for Eric to open the door for me and made my way in haste toward the building.The moment I stepped in, a woman with black short dreadlocks and a brown skirt paired with a white shirt approached me. “Hello, ma'am. What would you like to order?" she asked, masking a smile that was the opposite of my expression.I ignored her question and looked around in search of Edward or Jace, but I couldn’t find them. “Would you like me to help you with something, ma'am?" the lady asked again, and I finally turned in her direction.“I’m looking for Edward Miles and a little boy about the age of three,” I told her.She looked behind her for a moment, then looked back at me. “I don’t take note of customers' identities, and I haven't seen anyone that matched with that description.”I bit my lower lip in frustration. Exhaustion finally overtook me, and I felt my
•Edward POV•"Look at me, saving your ass again, deadbeat big brother," Josh drawled playfully as he slid into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition."Does it really matter?" I said softly, resting my body against the seat. My mind drifted to when Juliet left me, stirring up the same haunting feelings I had years ago when she filed for divorce.Josh paused, his gaze flicking in my direction as he read my expression. After explaining everything to the police, which didn’t go well, and the angry man whose car I’d bashed demanding money for repairs, the police had let me off with a warning. But they made it clear, if I was ever caught driving drunk again, not even my money would save me. It would be written in ink.The last thing I wanted right then was to go home. I just wanted to crash on my bed and drown in the day’s mess. I closed my eyes and let out a sharp breath."Of course it matters. I was in the middle of my favorite TV series when you called me to come pick you up," Jos
•Juliet POV•After putting Jace to bed, I walked down the stairs, brushing my hand through my hair as I reflected on the day's events. The thoughts triggered a throbbing pain that wrapped tightly around my skull, each step dragging with the weight of it. I stepped into the living room and found Eric seated on the couch, his attention glued to his tablet. At the sound of my footsteps, he glanced up and immediately set the device aside."Eric," I began, lowering myself onto the couch, my voice laced with unease. I rested one hand on the armrest, turning slightly to face him. "Did you confirm the identity of Mr. Dante before setting up that date?"His brows furrowed in confusion, though his tone remained steady. "Of course, Miss Ryder. Why? Did something happen? How did the meeting go? Did he not meet your expectations?"I lifted my hand from the cushion and dragged it across my face in frustration. "It was a disaster, Eric." My voice cracked slightly. "Mr. Dante isn’t some stranger...
•Juliet POV•"Is that a yes?" James asked, his tone more serious than I'd heard all evening. The gravel crunched beneath our feet as we walked side by side toward his car, parked at the edge of the woods. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting flickers of silver over his face.I bit my lower lip, still reeling from the kiss we had shared, from the way his hands had made me feel, from the intensity that lingered between us. My thoughts spiraled, caught in a loop of confusion. How had I gone from dodging his calls and cold-shouldering him, to surrendering in a kiss that unraveled something inside me?"Yes to what?" I deflected, forcing myself to look ahead.James smirked, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his pants, but his eyes were watching me even when I didn’t look at him. "I want to know if you've decided to give me a chance. To be part of your life."I gave a light scoff, the kind that masked more than it revealed. "If I gave you the answer you're hoping for, wo
•Juliet POV•I slowly placed my hand in his and stood up, my gaze drifting over his muscular chest and the tattoos that stretched across it.“I... I don’t have anything to change into. I can’t wear this gown into the water,” I stammered, my eyes meeting his.“Then take it off,” he said, his voice low and seductive, softer than I’d ever heard it. It felt like a whisper that clung to the space between us. His gaze dropped to my chest, but as if realizing his mistake, he turned his head toward the shirt lying on the sand. “You can wear my shirt.”“Okay,” I mumbled. As he released my hand, I bent to pick up the shirt. Glancing in his direction to ask for privacy, I saw he was already looking away.“I’m not looking,” he said quickly.I smiled softly at the sight of his back, his broad shoulders framed by moonlight. Even without an embrace, they looked inviting, strong. I could already imagine his arms wrapped around me. Reaching behind me to pull down the zipper of my dress, I realized it
•Juliet POV•I sat in the car, staring out the window, watching the streetlamps blur into streaks as night began to claim the city. My heart felt heavier than before, and Eric still hadn’t arrived. The longer I waited, the more awkward I felt. Sitting next to James in the dimly lit interior of his convertible didn’t help. He kept glancing at me, and his silence spoke volumes, loud, curious volumes.“Will you permit me to take you somewhere else, Juliet?” James’s voice broke the silence. It was soft, almost a whisper, yet carried an intensity that sent a flutter down my spine.I turned toward him sharply, my eyes widening slightly when they met his. The streetlight bounced off his face just enough to highlight the firm line of his jaw and the sincerity hidden behind those deep-set eyes.“Eric will be here soon,” I replied, my voice more unsure than I intended. “Maybe... maybe some other time.”James didn’t retreat. Instead, he leaned a little closer, resting one arm on the steering whe
•Juliet's POV•Why didn’t I know that Edward would go to such extreme lengths to prove his claim? First, he pretended to be someone else, and now he’s secretly undergoing a DNA test to prove Jace is his son.I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I walked out of the lounge hastily, anger and fear seeping into my bones. When I left New York years ago, I thought I’d never get involved in any drama relating to Edward or my family. I thought I was finally free to live my life and take care of my child. I never considered the consequences of coming back, and now everything I’ve spent four years nursing is on the brink of breaking, and Edward just might be the one to destroy it all.Once I was outside the lounge, I reached for my phone to call Eric. If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have asked him to leave or even encouraged this date.I bit my lower lip angrily as I brought the phone to my ear. “Eric, can you come pick me up now?” I said, my voice laced with anger. I was s
•Edward’s POV•I watched as Juliet walked hastily out of the lounge, her hand clutched tightly around her purse. I sighed deeply, the pain from the confrontation sinking into my chest like a vice clamping around my heart.Running my hand through my hair, desperation clouded my thoughts. This wasn’t how I had expected things to go. When I first saw the message on the dating site, about a desperate CEO looking for a man to play the role of a father for her child, I never imagined it would be Juliet.I thought it was just one of those women on dating sites, desperate and looking for someone to latch onto. But then the idea struck me that it might actually be Juliet. I did my research and eventually discovered that it was Eric who had been chatting on her behalf. I played my role well online, keeping it a secret, hoping it would give me the chance to talk to Juliet. To try to make her see just how much I regretted everything I’d done to her in the past.But things didn’t go the way I expe
•Juliet’s POV•I followed her closely, glancing around the lounge at the people seated in pairs. Their soft, humming conversations added a sense of elegance to the space. My gaze drifted to a seat in the farthest corner, near the glass wall window. A man dressed in a black shirt and what appeared to be gray pants sat there alone. He was the only one in the lounge without a partner, and in that moment, I knew he was the one I was supposed to meet.The man had his back to the front entrance, where I had walked in with the waitress, so I couldn’t get a good look at his face. My heart jumped slightly, the weight of my decision settling in my gut as I silently asked myself if this was truly the right thing to do.Brushing the thought aside, I reminded myself that getting to know this guy was my priority. Then, I could introduce him to Jace and everyone attending the March party, including Edward. I could already picture the expression that would twist his face when I did. That alone gave m
•Juliet's POV•"Mrs. Carl, can I please have a slice of your delicious cake?" Jace asked softly, standing close to the counter where the cake was cooling."Of course, my little prince charming," Mrs. Carl chuckled, picking up a plate and slicing into the moist cake. "But, I’m only giving you this if you promise me something."Jace tilted his head, curiosity lighting up his eyes. I stood quietly by the doorway, my heart swelling with joy at the sight of my happy son. Changing his school had been a mistake, one I wouldn’t repeat."What’s that, Mrs. Carl?" he asked.Smiling to myself, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Mrs. Bianca's number. I left the kitchen, heading to the couch and sitting down just as she answered.We spoke about Jace returning to school, and her excitement burst through the line. Her joy made my chest ache with relief, as I try not to think about Edward or the possibility of him coming to Jace school to see him again. After the call ended, I glanced at the