Chapter 81Andrea’s POVI nearly choked on my coffee when Jason’s face popped up on my screen.He looked expressionless . Cold. Like he was reading a script straight off the teleprompter with no soul behind it.But I knew better.Beneath that polished suit and deadpan expression, I could see the cracks. The stiffness in his shoulders. The way his eyes avoided the cameras. He looked like a man holding his breath underwater—desperate not to drown, trying to make it seem like this was all under control.It wasn’t.He was miserable, and he felt like a damn loser for standing up there. I could see it in the way his jaw twitched after every sentence like he had to force the words out without spitting. He didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t some noble act of redemption. He didn’t have a choice.And the way he was acting—like he was one broken, lonely ex-husband who had no choice but to drag my name because of how pained and heartbroken he was? So pathetic. Some things never change. Even now,
Chapter 82“Did you really think I’d let Jason off that easily?” Jake asked, his voice calm but laced with a hint of mischief. “A press conference doesn’t clean up what he’s done. That was just… step one.”I sat up straighter, my eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by step one?”Jake shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “That press conference? That was me killing two birds with one stone. Your name’s cleared. The public believes you. But as for Jason… this is far from over.”“You already gave him the file,” I said slowly, suspicion creeping into my voice. “So what else is left?”He turned to face me more fully, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp. “Did I?” he asked.I let out a frustrated breath, throwing my hands up. “Can you please just stop answering my questions with another question, Jake? You have something up your sleeves. I can feel it.”He chuckled and lifted both arms, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. “I’ve got nothing under my sleeves, Andrea.”“Jake…”
Chapter 83I sat in the car, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Claire and Jason can’t stand each other—that was one thing I was very much aware of. They were like cats and rats, so the question popped into my head again: Why was Jason walking out of Claire’s boutique?I shifted in my seat, chewing the inside of my cheek. My head was spinning with questions I couldn’t answer. The more I thought about it, the more restless I felt.Sitting here wasn’t going to give me answers. I opened the door and started walking down to the boutique.The receptionist welcomed me with a smile when I got in.“Good afternoon, ma. Welcome to Claire’s.”I returned a polite nod. “Hi, I’m here to see Claire.”“One moment, please.”She picked up the phone, I could tell by the way she looked at me that she recognized me.I waited, arms crossed, eyes drifting toward the hallway. A second later, she looked up.“You can go ahead.”I walked past her desk, my pace steady—even though my thoughts we
Chapter 84Claire povI leaned against my window, watching Andrea’s car disappear into the traffic. My heart pounded against my ribs. Damn, that was close—I almost got busted.If I hadn’t thought quickly, if my voice had wavered even for a second, Andrea would’ve seen right through me.I turned away from the window. Jason needs to know what just happened.I grabbed my phone from the table, my fingers moving fast. The screen lit up—Jason’s name glaring back at me. I tapped the call button and pressed the phone to my ear. It only rang twice.“Hello Claire ““Jason, Andrea saw you leaving the boutique,” I said immediately.“Huh?” He sounded nervous, caught off guard. “She saw me?”“She saw you walking out of the boutique,” I repeated, pacing the floor.“I heard you the first time, Claire. Did she… Did she suspect anything? Did she question you?”“Of course, she did. Do you think Andrea would see you walking out of my boutique and turn a blind eye? She asked what you were doing there.”“W
Chapter 85Jason pov I woke up to a sharp, hammering pain in my head, I groaned dragging a hand down my face as I sat up. It felt like someone was pounding my skull with a hammer. I opened my eyes wider, but everything still looked blurry.“Shit,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes until my vision cleared. I looked around the room.Claire wasn’t there.Where did she go this early?I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, only to stumble, catching the edge of the nightstand to steady myself.I needed some water. My mouth was dry, and I could still taste the whiskey from last night.Just as I was about to call out for someone, the door creaked open.Claire walked in, with a maid holding a bowl and a jar of water.“Good morning, sir,” the maid greeted.I ignored.“You can hand it over to me,” Claire said to the maid. The maid gave her the tray and left.She marched toward me, handing over the bowl like she was doing me a favor she’d rather not.“Here. Hangover soup,” she said stiffly.I blink
Chapter 86Andrea's pov I still couldn’t believe all of this was for me.The room was packed — Employees,friends, and people I barely even knew filled the hall for my promotion dinner. The music was loud, the glasses kept clinking, and everywhere I turned, someone was laughing or talking.It felt overwhelming but in a good way.I ran my hands down my dress for the hundredth time, trying to settle my nerves. The emerald satin clung to me, the slit running high up my leg, and the crystals stitched into the neckline sparkled every time I moved. I had gone for simple diamond earrings, a bracelet, and a soft updo with a few strands loose around my face. Classy, but not trying too hard. I caught my reflection in a nearby window — A proud smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the woman I was seeing in the mirror.Across the room, Jake was laughing with some of the guests, his hand tucked casually in his pocket, he looked good as usual.We’d been making more public appearances together la
Chapter 87 Jake's pov The cheers from the crowd were deafening, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat.I held her hands tightly, feeling the faint tremble in her fingers against mine. She looked a bit shaken like she didn’t know where we were anymore. The effect of the kiss, maybe.I hadn’t planned for that to happen, but seeing how the guests cheered us on, it would’ve been weird if a couple didn’t kiss during their engagement.Still, when my lips touched hers, nothing else in that room mattered to me.It felt real.But I was sure Andrea didn’t see it that way. Maybe it was the heat of the moment messing with my head that had to be it.It was just a kiss.Just part of the show.I told myself that over and over, gripping her hand a little tighter like I could force the lie to stick.Cameras were still flashing around us. I already knew that by the time we woke up tomorrow, the engagement would be all over the news.I lifted our joined hands in the air like we’d just
Chapter 88Andrea's pov I stretched as the morning sun kissed my face, its light pressing against my eyelids even though they were still closed. I groaned softly and placed my hands over my eyes like a shield from the sun. Something cool brushed against my skin.I opened my eyes.And there it was.My engagement ring, sitting bold and undeniable on my finger.For a moment, I just stared at it, my breathing shallow, my chest tight. It looked foreign. Out of place. Like it belonged to someone else’s story, not mine.I sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around my waist, and stretched in the direction of the sun. The stone caught the light, throwing fractured rainbows across the walls. I turned it, watching the way it glittered.Heavy.Flashy.Blinding.God, looking at the ring right now reminded me of last night.A lot had happened last night.A lot more than I had planned.The memories came flooding one after the other.Jake on one knee.The crowd reaction.The cameras flash.And then…T
Chapter 99Andrea's pov There was no clock in the room. No window, no sun, no ticking hand to mark the passing of time. But somehow, I knew it had been close to two days. My body told me. The aching bones. The heaviness behind my eyes. The way my stomach twisted and turned—not just from hunger, but from fear.Two nights. Two damn nights.I had slept. I wasn’t sure when or how, but the dreams had been hollow and sharp-edged, like broken glass on repeat. Every time I woke up, I hoped it was all over. That the door would burst open and I’d be rescued from this pain and torture. But no. Same walls. Same cold floor. Same silence.Except when they came.They didn’t speak. They just came in—faces masked, eyes dull—and dropped food like I was some stray they had to keep alive. After the last time I’d tried to run, they no longer untied my hands. One would hold me still while the other brought the spoon to my lips. No words. No looks. Like I wasn’t human. Like I wasn’t even there.My throat b
Chapter 98 Jake's pov It had been 24 hours since we had heard nothing from Andrea. No calls, no texts, nothing—no sign. The silence was deafening. Everyone in the house was in a panic. Andrea’s mother had been restless. She sat scrunched on the edge of the couch, her eyes swollen from crying, hands wringing a tissue that had long since given up holding anything back. Her father paced by the window, arms folded tightly, a muscle ticking in his jaw every time his phone lit up with nothing. “Where could she be?” her mother whispered, barely audible over the ticking clock. “What if… something had happened to—” She burst out crying, unable to finish the sentence. Andrea’s father walked to her, holding her hands, trying to console her. “She’s fine, darling. Andrea is a strong girl. Nothing has happened to her. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she’s trying to clear her head.” But even he didn’t believe it. None of us did. I sat there, my leg bouncing uncontrollably, trying to calm the
Chapter 97Andrea's pov I jolted awake, my neck aching from the awkward position I’d dozed off in. I must have slept off out of tiredness, or maybe I just wanted to escape this terror so badly. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it was all a nightmare—that if I just closed my eyes and slept, I’d wake up in the comfort of my bed, thinking about the bad dream I had.But reality slapped me faster than any pinch could.I was still here. Still tied. Still trapped.The same damp air filled my lungs. The faint buzz of that godforsaken light above hummed in my ears. I blinked, trying to clear the haze.I shifted slightly. The ropes binding my hands and feet hurt my skin. My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled in protest.“Can I have some water?” I called out weakly.But there was no response.“Is anyone there?” I screamed.Still no response.“Ughhh…” I breathed out in frustration.Time seemed to blur. I had no idea how long I’d been here. Minutes? Hours? A whole day?Panic trickled in slowly—n
Chapter 95Jake's pov I checked my watch for the third time in ten minutes.Four hours.Four whole hours.I’d been sitting here, surrounded by wedding gowns and impatient whispers from the boutique staff, waiting for Andrea to walk through that door. But nothing.No call. No text. Nothing.My phone sat heavy in my palm, screen dim. I tapped it, then called again. Her number went straight to voicemail like it had the last four times. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly, trying to keep calm.Maybe she got stuck in traffic. Or maybe her mum dragged her into something.But something about this—this stillness—wasn’t sitting right.The boutique door finally opened with a jingle. I looked up, half-expecting to see Andrea, annoyed or flustered, maybe rolling her eyes at how late she was. But it was her mum.“Sorry I’m late,” she said, smoothing her purse strap as she walked in. “I had a few things to sort out. So, how many gowns has she tried on?” she asked with a smile as she go
Chapter 95When I opened my eyes, everything felt wrong.The first thing I noticed was the ache in my neck, a pulsing stiffness that crawled down my spine like ice. The second was the bitter sting of rope cutting into my wrists, binding me to the arms of a wooden chair. My legs were tied, too—--- -tight, I couldn’t move. My heart launched itself against my chest.Panic bloomed before I could stop it.Where the hell was I?The room was dim, too quiet. Cold air brushed against my skin—cement floor, no windows. There was a faint hum from somewhere above, like the buzz of a fluorescent light, but nothing else. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… me.And fear.I tried to remember. The last clear moment was getting into that taxi—yes, I’d told the driver where to go, buckled my seatbelt. Then… the car slowing, a strange silence, and his hand—gloved—pressing something over my nose.A handkerchief.My blood ran cold.“Oh my God,” I whispered, the words scraping out of my dry throat. “No, n
Chapter 94I was already dressed for work when my Mum knocked on my door.“Andrea,” she’d said in that sugary tone she always used when she wanted something. “Darling, you’re not going to the office today.”I’d stared at her, halfway through buttoning my blouse. “Why not?”She smiled like it was obvious. “Because you have a wedding dress appointment. You’re getting married, remember?”Right. The wedding. The thing that now dictated my entire schedule.And just like that, I was “canceled” for the day.I didn’t argue. There was no point in doing that. So I changed into a more casual dress, trying not to roll my eyes every time I caught my reflection. I just wanted this wedding circus to be over. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t care what gown I wore. I’d walk down the aisle in a paper bag if it meant we could skip the drama and move on.As I adjusted the strap of my sandal, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I turned and froze.“Annabel?”She smiled gently from the doorway, her apron fr
Chapter 93 Andrea’s POV The past few days had been all about the wedding to-do lists and half-hearted planning. It wasn’t anything big—nothing fancy or extravagant. Just enough to keep up appearances. Cake tasting, picking color palettes, and finding a venue that wouldn’t give me a headache. My mom was more into it than I was. She’d pulled out her old wedding scrapbook and kept calling me at odd hours, pitching ideas I could barely pretend to care about. I played along, though. Smiled when I had to, and nodded when I didn’t want to. If it was left to Jake and me, we would’ve just gone to the registry and gotten married. But it wasn’t just about us. At least today, I could take a break from the whole wedding façade. Today, I was going back to work. The car ride was quiet. I had my window halfway down, letting the breeze hit my face as the city passed by in a blur. I wasn’t dressed like a bride-to-be—just a woman trying to feel like herself again. Sleek trousers, a button-up shirt
Chapter 93 “You’re lying,” I looked at Claire with disbelief.“I wish I was. I’m carrying your baby.” Claire placed her hand over her stomach like a damn crown jewel, head held high, daring me to speak.I took a step back, almost tripping over the leg of the chair I’d shoved earlier. My mouth opened, but no words came.She’s pregnant. With my child.My child.A part of me wanted to call it good news—hell, I needed an heir. I’d always planned to have one, just that the timing… the timing was wrong. Not when everything around me was falling apart, and Claire—Claire was slipping through my fingers and acting like a completely different person.“This… this isn’t the time,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand down my face.Claire raised a brow. “Excuse me?”“I said this isn’t the damn time!” I snapped, my voice louder than I meant it to be. “I’ve got a million fires to put out, and now—this? You’re telling me this now?”“I didn’t plan the timing, Jason,” she said flatly. “I didn’t exactly s
Chapter 91Jason’s POVI couldn’t breathe.Not in the exaggerated way people say it—I mean it literally. My chest was heavy, like something was sitting on it, and no matter how hard I tried, the air just wouldn’t come.Andrea. Engaged. To Jake.The words kept hammering through my head like a chant. Like a curse. Every time I tried to shake it off, it came back—stronger, louder—choking the air out of my lungs.She ended the call. She hung up on me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. The glass of whiskey beside me trembled with the weight of my shaking hand.She was mine. Mine.How the hell could she be marrying Jake of all people? Jake.The man I hated more than anyone walking this earth.The one person who had always tried to compete with me, outshine me.Jake always looked at me like I was beneath him.And now he had Andrea.No. No, this was a joke. Some twisted plan to get under my skin.Andrea is mine—and mine alone.