LOGINThinking back on it now, Maya could still remember how uncomfortable she had felt that night. The room had been filled with sharply dressed men and women who carried themselves with the kind of confidence that came from wealth and influence. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were talking about—stocks, deals, politics, industries Maya had no connection to. She had stood beside Eric most of the evening, smiling politely and nodding when people spoke, but inside she had felt painfully out of place.Like someone who had accidentally wandered into the wrong world. Across the table, Maddie looked like Maya had just described the most exciting experience imaginable.“I would have loved it,” Maddie said thoughtfully while spearing a piece of lettuce with her fork. “Being in the same room as the elite men and women who literally run this country.”Maya scrunched up her nose as she scooped up some rice. “Yeah,” she said dryly. “Parties like that are your scene.”Maddie thrived in socia
The cafeteria was noticeably louder than usual.Maya paused near the serving counter, her tray in hand, and glanced toward the kitchen area where the new cook was working behind the glass divider. She had to admit that Maddie had not exaggerated.The man was very handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, and moving with the calm confidence of someone who clearly knew his way around a kitchen. His dark hair was neatly pulled back, his sleeves rolled just enough to show strong forearms as he worked quickly between pans and serving trays.Maya could immediately see the problem. Or rather, the reason. The lunch line had nearly doubled in size, and it was painfully obvious that the sudden surge of female teachers and students had very little to do with hunger.Girls were whispering.Teachers who normally brought lunch from home were suddenly standing in line. Even the usually strict math teacher was lingering near the counter longer than necessary.Maya suppressed a small smile. Well… Maddie was
Maya’s pen moved steadily across the page, the faint scratching sound blending with the low hum of voices drifting through the teachers’ office. It was midday, and while some teachers were still scattered around the room, many had already stepped out for lunch or were making their way toward the cafeteria. The space felt quieter than usual, leaving Maya with just enough calm to focus on the papers spread across her desk. She barely noticed when a familiar pair of footsteps approached until a voice broke through her concentration.“Hey babe, what are you doing?” Maddie asked as she stopped beside her desk.Maya didn’t look up immediately. Her eyes were still scanning the notes she’d written about several students, especially one name that had practically become the bane of her professional existence.“Getting myself prepared for the parents-teacher meeting tomorrow,” she replied, flipping a page and underlining something. “I want to avoid being called out by Sean Pfeiffer’s dad again.
The steady rhythm of the heart monitor had become the background music of Alessandro Guidotti’s days; Beep. Beep. Beep. A few days earlier, the sound had meant nothing to him. He had been floating somewhere in darkness, trapped in a deep, endless sleep. Now it was proof that he was still here—still breathing, still alive after someone had tried to put a bullet in him outside his own restaurant.Alessandro shifted slightly against the stiff hospital pillow, the movement sending a dull ache through his shoulder where the second bullet had grazed him. The doctors had said he was lucky. Another inch and the shot might have torn through something vital.Lucky.He didn’t feel lucky.A knock came on the half-open hospital door before two men stepped inside. Both wore dark outfits and expressions that immediately screamed law enforcement.Alessandro sighed quietly. Detectives.“Mr. Guidotti?” the older one said.Alessandro nodded slowly. “That would be me.”The younger detective stepped clo
The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking through the haze. Alessandro’s eyes fluttered open to a blur of white ceilings and antiseptic air. His chest burned where the bullets had torn through him, and for a moment, he wondered if this was purgatory — the sterile stillness, the dull hum of machines, the faint ache of being alive.He hated hospitals. The smell of them, the way time seemed to stand still inside their walls. But he was alive — barely — and that fact alone irritated him.He turned his head slightly—and blinked. His mother was sitting on the sofa. For a second, Alessandro simply stared, his mind slow to process what his eyes were seeing. Sarah Guidotti sat with perfect composure, one leg crossed over the other, a glossy magazine resting in her hands as if she had been there for hours and the world outside the room did not exist.He wondered, briefly and seriously, if he was hallucinating. Nearly dying did strange things to the brain. Perhaps this w
The words hung in the air like glass — fragile, trembling.Alessandro blinked, once, twice, completely thrown off guard. For a man who controlled everything — from billion-dollar deals to the temperature of a room — he looked… human for a moment. Vulnerable. Speechless. His body leaned back slightly, a reflexive recoil.Sienna mistook his shock for hesitation — and mistook hesitation for hope. So she pressed on, her voice trembling but determined.“As you well know, after my grandfather’s passing… maybe even before… he’s going to retire and make me chairman of his company,” she said, as though she were pitching a business deal rather than pleading for love. “Hudson Industries is one of the top manufacturing companies in the country, and if you marry me… it’ll be yours.”She swallowed hard. The words felt wrong leaving her lips, but she couldn’t stop. She told herself love demanded risk — even the humiliating kind. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She wasn’t sure what terrified her mor







