•Juliet POV•"I was just about to accept that you won't come, and then you did," James said, staring at me, his eyes doing what they knew how to do best. Make me feel uncomfortable.I gulped, forcing a smile at him. "I had to. It wouldn't be nice if I let a business partner down, would it?" I replied, keeping my tone casual. As I looked away from his gaze and grabbed the menu on the table. "Business partner," he chuckled, flashing a boyish smile my way. "You know this is beyond business. I'm interested in you."I looked up at him hastily, and regretted it immediately."I want to get to know you, Juliet. You’re a beautiful woman, and any man would die to be with you."I scoffed, giving a thin-lipped smile. "Thanks for the compliment, James. But you should know by now that what you're aiming at isn’t possible. I’m a married woman, and I have a kid.""That’s not what your son said," James smirked. "You can’t lie about something to—""Juliet, what are you doing here?" a familiar voice sh
Edward’s POVThe rage in me grew with every second as I walked out of the diner, the scene back there prickling at my pulse like I'd been stabbed. Who the hell was that guy, and why did he think he could hold her or look at her like that? I felt like punching the hell out of him until I was sure he’d never come near her again.“Eddy, why aren’t you saying anything?” Raya asked, struggling to keep up with my pace.I stopped in my tracks, and she almost collided into me. I turned toward her, my hands balled into fists.“Haven’t had enough? I told you not to go there, not to create a scene, but you didn’t listen to me.”“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice sounding more sober now. “But she was getting more of your attention than I was.” She pointed to her chest, tears filling her eyes. “Every time Juliet is around, you act like I don’t exist.”“You’re talking nonsense,” I shot back. “You’re always in your head, and I’ve always tried to put up with your behavior everytime you act without thin
• Juliet POV •"Get your hands off me," James snapped, slapping the bouncer’s hand away as his gaze immediately flicked toward the exit door of the diner. He released his balled fist and reached up to touch the blood trailing from his nostrils, staring at his fingers now coated in red.I looked around for my purse and spotted it on a chair. Grabbing it, I walked over to meet him."I'm sorry for what happened tonight," I apologized, even though the mess wasn’t entirely my fault.I blamed myself anyway, if I had just turned down his offer and stayed home, none of this would have happened."You don't have to apologize," he said, shaking his head. I glanced around for a napkin to give him, something to help wipe his nose. "I feel terrible for not putting that dickhead where he belongs."I didn’t have a response to that, so I kept quiet. James was all rigid muscle and built like a wall, so different from Edward’s leaner frame. I wasn’t sure I would’ve enjoyed watching Edward get beat up, n
•Edward POV•A sharp antiseptic smell burned my nostrils as soon as I blinked into the soft white light above me. My vision blurred for a second, then cleared, revealing pale ceiling tiles and the soft whirring of machines beside me. My throat felt like sandpaper, and a seething headache ran through my forehead.I shifted and hastily pushed myself up to sit. Looking around, I noticed the white walls, monitors, and the bandage wrapped around my arm. What am I doing in a hospital?The question echoed in my mind until my gaze shifted toward the window. Josh was curled awkwardly in a chair, legs folded, arms crossed like he hadn’t moved in hours.His head rested against the glass, the soft amber light from outside framing his face. He looked uncomfortable as hell but still fast asleep.I let my body sink back against the bed again, exhaling a breath carefully through my nose.“I told you I was fine,” I muttered under my breath, though the hoarseness in my voice made it sound more like a g
•Juliet POV•"Thank you for dropping me off," I told James as I stepped out of his car. He closed the door and looked toward the mansion, his eyes widening in awe."This is where you stay?" he mumbled, and I immediately started to regret letting him drive me home, and not only that, but also letting him pull into the parking space."Yes," I replied, removing his jacket from my body. But he stopped me, his hand resting gently on mine, causing a million sparks to fly immediately."You can keep that," he said.I shook my head. "No, thanks. I don't need it anymore. Besides, I'm home," I interjected, my gaze flickering to his hand, which was still resting on mine."I insist. And if you still want to give it back, do it when next we meet," he said, his voice surprisingly calm."Okay," I murmured, shifting slightly, trying to step away from him to maintain some distance. His hand left mine in return, and I felt a wave of relief.I turned towards the mansion. "Have a good night, Mr. Grigs.""
Edward POV"Mr. Miles, I'll suggest you stay in the hospital until we're sure the fever is completely out of your system," the nurse said as she walked into the room. She was a young lady with charcoal-black hair neatly packed up in a bun."I've been trying to tell him that, but he doesn't want to listen," Josh told the nurse before turning to look in my direction."I'm fine, and I no longer feel the hangover," I said firmly."I can't agree with that," the nurse replied, doing a few checkups before looking down at her notepad. "But if you insist, then we can get you a private nurse to keep watch while you're at home. She’ll ensure you receive the proper treatment until the fever is completely cleared from your system.""That's okay with me," Josh shrugged, and I sighed."Alright then, you can be discharged," the nurse said before walking out.Once she was gone, I pulled myself up from the bed and walked over to the window, letting the fresh air brush against my face."So, what are you
Edward's POVI didn’t respond to his question but instead focused my attention on Jace, who was staring up at me.“But Mummy said you shouldn’t,” Jace said, shaking his head.“Your mummy doesn’t want your daddy around you… Do you want that too?” I asked gently, making sure Jace understood that I was his father.“Are you my daddy?” he asked innocently. “But Mummy said you’re a bad man.”“Oh, he is so cute, and he talks just like you,” Josh said as he reached out to take Jace’s hand in his. “Hey, little Edward. I’m your uncle. My name is Josh.”Jace smiled and reached out to grab Josh’s cheek, pulling it slightly. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Josh.”“Jace!” a woman called from inside the classroom. She rushed outside, her face lined with worry. But when she saw Josh and me, her expression turned even sterner.“Who are you?” she demanded, walking over to take Jace from my arms. But Jace shifted reluctantly.“Jace, what did I tell you about strangers?” she asked firmly.“He’s not a strange
•Juliet’s POV•A rush of adrenaline prickled my pulse as I stood by the entrance to the waiting classroom, staring at Edward as he leaned close to the ground, laughing so hard while watching the kids play.The way he interacted with the kids, ruffling Jace’s hair in return, made my heart jump. I'd never seen Jace this happy and having so much fun before. This was my fear, Edward giving my son the impression that he was his father, and this whole scenario happening.I looked toward Jace’s teacher's direction. A young man was leaning close to her, resting his hand on her desk, obviously flirting. Having received an urgent call from her that a strange man was in Jace’s school claiming to be his father, I didn’t spend a second waiting. I hastily began my steps toward the car, with Eric following closely."Should I intervene?" Eric mumbled from behind me, glaring in Edward’s direction. Edward hadn’t noticed our presence until I took a step closer. His gaze snapped to mine, and I felt the t
•Juliet POV•"You're indeed a role model to many generations of women," Mrs. Yung, an elderly woman, said as I took her hand in a firm handshake."Thank you for attending my party, Mrs. Yung, and also for being one of our top customers," I said with a warm smile."Miss Ryder!" someone called from behind, distracting me from Mrs. Yung. I turned briefly to see another top customer approaching."If you'll excuse me," I said to Mrs. Yung with a polite smile before walking over to meet them.The setting of the party was exactly how I had imagined it, elegantly decorated, filled with influential people and top-tier customers. I could only thank Eric and the rest of the staffs for their hard work.I moved through the crowd, exchanging a few handshakes and greetings, all the while looking around for Eric. He should've been here by now. I had specifically told him not to take too long because I needed Jace on stage with me during my speech."You must be Jace's mother," a redheaded woman said w
•Edward's POV•I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the tie that fit perfectly with my brown suit. This was my moment, the day I would appear before everyone attending Juliet’s party, and before my son, to claim what’s rightfully mine.The look on Juliet’s face would be my golden ticket. And that little boy, his hand wrapped around mine as he called me father, that alone would light up my mood. With one final look in the mirror and a quick glance at the watch around my wrist, I stepped out of the room.The Jace Perfume March party, according to the theme, was set for the evening at the Jace Perfume Company, an evening of second chance. As I stepped into the living room, Josh walked in, dressed in a brown suit similar to mine. His tie wasn’t the same color, but that wasn’t my concern. My eyes drifted to his hand and locked onto the white envelope he was holding.“Did you get the DNA result?” I asked, just to be sure.He nodded with a bright smile. “Yes, bro. The ticket to
•Juliet POV•"Juliet, why are you behaving this cruelly to me!" my mother shouted as the security escorted her out. "Is this your way of getting back at me?"I gulped down the unease crawling up my throat but didn’t offer a word. I stood at the entrance of my office, watching my mother being led away. The scene gave me déjà vu, a painful reminder of my high school days. I was sixteen then, and Raya was thirteen. She had always been the favored one. Even at school, I was constantly overshadowed by her.I remembered one particular day when I came home excited about a school creativity event. I needed support and had hoped for her encouragement, but she didn’t even acknowledge me. Moments later, Raya walked in talking about a party she wanted to host. My mother didn’t even let her finish before eagerly offering to help. Raya had always been her favorite.It wasn’t about comparison, I had never craved it, but her rejection of me as her own, only to show up now asking for money, threatened
•Juliet’s POV•"I love you, Mommy," Jace said as he happily skipped forward to meet Mrs. Bianca, who stood by the entrance of his school with her arms spread wide to welcome him.I stood by the car, resting my back against it. "I love you so much, baby," I shouted after him, watching my son with my heart blooming with happiness.Eric followed closely behind him, making sure Jace reached Mrs. Bianca safely before returning to the car. He opened the door for me, and I got in. He then got into the driver's seat and started the engine."Eric, what's the schedule for today?" I asked, glancing at my phone screen as I read the messages James had sent me."The schedule for today isn't much," Eric replied, his hand on the steering wheel. "Because of the upcoming March party, we're just going to check on the venue, the theme, and the design. After that, there's the meeting with Mr. Carson."I nodded softly. "Okay." I quickly typed a reply to James, who seemed to be trying hard to show concern.
•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