JOANNA. It was the day for me to finally resume work at the company. From the news, a lot of investors pulled out from Cliff industries due to the scandal. Luther and I tried to help but it wasn't just possible. They lost everyone's support. I dressed in a white suit trousers, my hair tied in a ponytail. I applied a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick always. It was my favourite colour to put on my lips. I halted my car in front of the Wright Group of companies. As I climbed out of the car, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my assistant, Gina, standing in front of a group of employees. It was my first day back at the company after a long hiatus, and I could sense the excitement in the air.Gina, beaming with a warm smile, held a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The moment I stepped out, the employees began to clap, their applause filling the atmosphere with warmth and welcome.“Welcome back, Ma'am!” They chroused and a huge smile crossed my lips. This was so thoughtful. Gina
JOANNA. "Yeah, I'm glad the whole thing is over," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "But Asher is still texting me, pleading for forgiveness.” I resumed eating once more. Luther's expression turned dismissive. "Just ignore him. He's not worth your time, I promise” I nodded. " I know right? He is such an idiot. Okay, enough about me. Let's talk about you. You said you were going to tell me about your crush before... what happened? I haven't got to hear it yet?” I asked him..Luther's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Well, I....Yeah, I said that," Luther began, a hint of a smile on his face. I know he was contemplating if he should speak up or not. He has a problem talking about his love life. But one of these days I'm going to get him to say something."Okay, so there's this girl... I've loved her all my life. I've had eyes for her only, all my life. She has been occupying my mind” Luther’s piercing blue eyes were fixed on me. He seemed
JOANNA. "Wow, this ring feels familiar," I said, staring at the diamond ring with an infinity sign. I stared at the ring, it was super beautiful and I was trying to recall where I saw the familiarity from. Luther's eyes locked onto mine. "Familiar?" he repeated.I nodded, still looking at the ring and The infinity sign suddenly sparked a memory. I remembered the gifts and encouraging words I received every year from a mysterious person. This year was a necklace with the same infinity sign.“Yeah Yeah. I remember. Someone sends me gifts every year coupled with encouraging words till now. This year the person sent a necklace similar to this design” I expressed..“Oh really?” Luther asked."Luther, what does this infinity sign mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper,my curiosity also getting the best of me. Luther's expression turned thoughtful, and he leaned in, his voice low. "It's a symbol of eternal love and connection. I think.” He answered. Eternal love? Why would Luthe
LUTHER. I shut my doors, a mischievous smile on my lips. Joanna didn't know she just signed a real marriage certificate forever. This is awesome and I loved it. It made my heart tingle. I watched her signature perfectly scribbled at the document as I beamed over and over again. The next mission I was on was to seduce her. I burst into laughter, for a moment, I thought I had gone crazy. I carefully kept the document in the drawer and pulled off my clothes to shower. I came out of the shower as water dripped from my hair, tracing slow, deliberate lines down my chest. The towel lay low around my hips and I was ready to go get what I wanted . I raked my hand through my wet hair, slicking it back, sending more droplets scattering across the floor. I was boosting my confidence. I had to be confident! I know Joanna wanted a distraction from Asher and I was going to be her distraction. I was ready to give it my all to get her. I picked my phone which was all part of the plan and knocked
JOANNA. "Okay," Luther said, grinning wide, "that’s enough."I quickly lowered the phone, trying to compose myself. I couldn't deny the fact that my heart raced for a moment when Luther walked into my room, looking that sexy and how excited I felt when he struck poses that made me laugh.. But I had to shrug these thoughts off. I was a big admirer of his muscles because they appeared unrealistic but then this night felt different. I felt something like a spark within me. I didn't want to think deep about it. Before I could say anything or pass the phone to Luther, he stepped closer, too close as plucked the phone out of my fingers. His knuckles brushed against my hand, and even that tiny touch sent a jolt down my spine. But why? Why did my heart race? Everything Luther and I was doing was fake, staged. It was nothing real but why was I feeling a certain way? He scrolled lazily through the photos, looking far too pleased with himself.Then he looked up at me, those maddeningly blue
CASSIE. I sighed, feeling hopeless as I thought about how everything had fallen apart. My relationship with Asher, the company. Asher’s drinking had become a daily habit, and I knew our parents were on the verge of selling the mansion. They sent us notice to leave the house in three months. We were left with nothing. Life was so unfair. I wondered what would be left of Asher, the baby growing inside me and me. We were practically doomed. As I sat in my room, lost in thought, I heard a noise coming from the living room. I went downstairs and found Asher in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards. He was dressed like he was going out. "Asher, where are you heading to?" I asked.Asher turned to me with a hint of determination in his eyes. "I'm going out, Cassie. I need to take care of something.”"What do you want to take care of?" I pressed Asher, concern etched on my face as I stepped closer to him.."It's none of your business," Asher replied curtly, dismissing me. "What d
JOANNA. I was lost in thought, replaying the events of the morning with Luther in my mind. I couldn't wrap my head over it. To why I felt that way. To why it happened like that. The heartbeat, the emotions. Everything was still vivid in my mind. Just as I was processing everything, Gina burst into my office. "Ma'am, there's something you need to see right now," she said, her expression urgent.I snapped back to reality. "What's that?"Gina hesitated before speaking. "Sir Asher is causing a scene in front of the company. The security won't let him pass, and he's making a lot of noise about wanting to see you." Asher, really? What exactly does he want to see me for?” My expression turned serious as I stood up from my chair. "I think I need to go downstairs right now.”As I got downstairs, I saw the security guards trying to restrain Asher. He looked frantic, his eyes wild with desperation."Joanna!" he exclaimed the moment he saw me. "I need to speak with you! Please let me speak wit
CASSIE. I sat in the dimly lit living room, my eyes fixed on the door as I waited for Asher to return. The sound of the door opening broke the silence, and I turned to face him.."Hey," Ashe said, barely acknowledging my presence.I stood up and walked towards him, my voice low and urgent. "So, what did Joanna say?" I asked, my eyes locked on Asher's. I wanted to know what Joanna said to him. I was fucking curious. I wouldn't be surprised if Joanna takes him, yeah, she is that stupid.Asher hesitated, looking around the room before focusing on me . "She said she's getting married to Luther and that she's signed a unilateral divorce," he replied, his voice flat as he approached the couch to sit down. My face lit up with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. "And what else?" I pressed, taking a step closer to him. Asher’ s expression turned grim. "She threatened me, told me to stay away from her and the company. Said she'd have me arrested if I came back."My smile grew wider. "P
JOANNA. I watched Luther leave with the woman he came with as my heart stung. I had no idea what to feel at the moment. I left Luther for space to think.. It just felt like nature was messing with my head. Everything was super weird to me and I'm trying to give myself time. But I felt extremely guilty for leaving Luther in that condition after he did everything he did to save me. I felt shitty. At the same time I had no idea what to do. Go home to Luther? I wasn't sure yet.. The confession, everything came as a shock or maybe I'm the one assuring myself that because Luther gave hints countless times, I wasn't just paying attention. I was occupied with the thoughts that I saw him as a brother and friend to the extent that no matter how my heart skipped, I didn't want to give in. I wanted a break from love. It was scary.. I haven't recovered fully from what went on with Asher, the pain of it all still lingered and Luther had been a great friend. Would it be okay letting myself lov
JOANNA I forced a smile as I sat down across from him, smoothing my skirt over trembling knees.For a moment, Luther just stared at me.Then, with a calmness that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, “Ms. Wright.”Professional. Cold.It stung more than I expected.I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened.“Mr. Martins” I answered, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her — the woman he brought.She leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she poured water into Luther’s glass.Her hand brushed his, careful and tender, as she set the cup down in front of him.I looked away quickly, heat rushing to my face.It shouldn’t have bothered me.It was nothing.It meant nothing.But every small, careful touch felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my gut.Luther shifted in his seat, wincing slightly as he reached for the glass with his bandaged hand.The woman was there instantly, steadying it for him, holding
JOANNA I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of me.Emails. Reports. Meetings.It all blurred together, meaningless noise against the chaos inside my head.I shouldn't have left him like that.I knew it the second I walked out the door.But I needed space. I needed time to breathe, to think. To fight the panic clawing its way up my chest every time I got too close to something real.Something like him.Luther didn’t deserve the silence. Not after everything he had done.He had risked everything to save Rick — to save me.And even now, I could still see the way he looked at me that night. So raw, so unguarded. As if I was something precious. As if I was worth it.My heart twisted painfully.And he was still healing. His hands — I remembered the blood, the bandages. I remembered the way he smiled through the pain, like it didn’t matter as long as I was safe.He needed me.And instead of staying, I ran.I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady the ache buil
LUTHER. ---I woke up to an empty bed.For a second, I stayed still, letting the memories of last night settle over me like a second skin. The way the words had slipped out — raw, honest, unplanned."I love you," I had said.I hadn't meant to say it. Hadn't even planned to. But looking at Johanna last night, with that quiet smile and those tired, beautiful eyes, it was like everything I’d been holding back just broke loose.I turned my head, reaching for her without thinking. But the sheets were cold, her side of the bed abandoned. I sat up, my heart already knotting itself into something painful."Jo?" I called out, my voice hoarse. Silence answered back.I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called her.One ring. Two. Three. Voicemail.I hung up and tried again, but it was the same. No answer.Maybe she was just busy. Maybe she had an early shift. Maybe —I cursed under my breath, pushing a hand through my hair. No. No more maybes.The truth was, after last night, she might not
Joanna’s POVLuther’s voice was steady, even as something raw trembled beneath it."So, what did I do?" he said quietly. "I stayed close. I helped you when you needed it. I guided you when you felt lost. I protected you — even when you didn’t realize you needed protecting."He stepped closer, the distance between us disappearing until I could feel the heat of his skin against mine."I had to be there for you," he said, softer now. "Every time. Always."I stared up at him, my chest tightening painfully, my heart hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else."And now you’re here," he whispered. "With me."He gave a small, broken laugh. "I know I’m not even courageous, saying all this now. I should've said it sooner. But I needed you to know. I couldn't hide it forever."His hand brushed lightly against my jaw, a touch so tender it almost undid me."I love you, Johanna," he said, his voice breaking. "I always, always have."The words crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me
Joanna’s POVThe sponge slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud. Automatically, I dropped to pick it up, desperate for something anything to do with my hands."What?" I said, my voice embarrassingly small.I gripped the sponge tightly, like it could anchor me somehow, and straightened up to find Luther still watching me — so serious, so steady it made my chest hurt."Yes," he said, simply. Like it was the easiest truth in the world.I blinked at him, completely lost. My mind raced to make sense of his words, but nothing fit. I was the mysterious woman he kept talking about? The one he liked? The one he'd looked for?I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Just air and confusion and a heart that wouldn't stop hammering against my ribs."You don't have to be scared," Luther said quietly, as if reading my mind. His voice was calm, but there was something underneath it — something raw. "I'm going to explain everything."He took a small step closer, careful, almost ca
JOANNA. JOANNA I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Luther struggle with the buttons on his shirt. His right hand was wrapped tightly in a bandage, stiff and helpless against the simplest tasks. He muttered something under his breath, frustration written across his face."Here," I said softly, moving closer. "Let me help."For a moment, he hesitated—I reached for the top button, my fingers brushing lightly against his chest as I worked. The fabric was worn soft with age, and the warmth of his skin bled through the cotton. I tried to focus on the task, on the simple motion of button after button, but it was impossible not to notice how close we were. How still he was beneath my touch."You shouldn't have pushed yourself like that," I said quietly, not looking up.His laugh was a low rumble. "Couldn't just stand there and do nothing."I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle somewhere deep inside me. The last button slipped free, and I slid the shirt carefully from his s
LUTHER. I winced as the paramedic wrapped my hand, the sting of the injury a reminder of what could have been a much worse outcome. Joanna's eyes met mine, still wide with fear, but she managed a weak smile. Dickson stood beside her, his expression grim."Dickson, I need you to find out who tampered with Joanna's brakes," I said, my voice low and urgent.Dickson's eyes narrowed. "I'll get right on it, sir."I turned to Joanna, who was still shaken but calming down. "Joanna, did anything happen to your brakes before they malfunctioned?" I asked gently.She shook her head. "No, they just suddenly stopped working." Her voice quivered. Dickson's expression turned thoughtful. "It must have been someone tampering with it, then."I nodded, my mind racing. "Dickson, do everything to find out who did this. I want to know their identity, their motive, everything."Dixon nodded, pulling out his phone. "I will get the team on it right away, sir.After the paramedics finished wrapping my hand, D
JOANNA. I looked up from my work as Gina entered my office, a stack of papers in her hands. "Ma'am, here are some new proposals for you to check and review," she said, her voice efficient.I nodded, gesturing to the table. "Okay, just drop them there, please."Gina placed the papers on the table and lingered, catching my attention. "What else?" I asked, meeting her gaze.Gina's expression was hesitant, but she spoke up. "Ma'am, somebody sent you flowers."My curiosity piqued, I set aside my work. "Who sent them?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be the anonymous person that keeps sending me gifts. Gina's smile was subtle. "The person is anonymous. Let me go get the flowers."She left and returned later with a beautiful bouquet, handing it to me. "There's a note with them as well," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.I took the flowers, bringing them to my nose to appreciate their fragrance. The note was tucked among the blooms, and I carefully plucked it