Raina’s fingers hovered around the elevator button for a moment before she pressed it. Stepping in, she squared her shoulders and took in a deep breath. “You’re in charge, Raina Weston.” She reminded herself. “You’ve worked too hard to let this break you.”
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the open workspace of her fashion house, RainWoven. The familiar hum of sewing machines and soft chatter greeted her, but as she stepped out, something felt off.
Plastering a smile on her face, she greeted her staff with her usual cheerful smile. “Good morning, everyone!” But the room’s response was muted.
The staff exchanged glances. A few whispered to each other, while other avoided her gaze entirely. The pity in their expression hit her like a physical blow. “They know.” Her smile faltered as the words rang in her head.
Quickly, she regained composure, smiling once again as she walked towards her office. “We’ve got a busy day ahead, let’s keep things moving.”
The whispers grew quiet, but didn’t stop. She could feel their eyes on her as she pushed open the door to her office, like they were waiting in anticipation for something to happen. As she entered the office, her breath caught at the sight in front of her. A cleaner was carefully packing up her things into a box, while Jamie sat in her chair swiveling back and forth with a mocking grin on her face.
“Morning Raina,” Jamie drawled spinning lazily, “you’re an hour late to work.”
Raina? She thought, Jamie never had the audacity to say her first name.
The door shut behind her with a small thud as she took a step forward, her gazed locked on Jamie. “What’s the meaning of this?” She demanded, her tone sharp.
“What it looks like?” Jamie leaned forward in the chair, “didn’t Kai tell you? RainWoven belongs to him now. And he put me in charge.” she grinned.
Raina blinked and scoffed, her mind racing. “In charge? I built this brand from scratch. I’ve poured my blood, my sweat and tears into it. Kai has nothing to do with it!” She gritted her teeth.
“Of course you did.” Jamie sneered, “But legally, it’s his and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Raina stepped closer, her hands trembling. This traitor had stolen her so-called husband, and now her company? She wasn’t going to sit back and watch like a fool. “Get out of my chair, Jamie. Right now!” She snapped, her eyes blazing with fury.
Just then, the door swung opened, and Kai strode in, holding a folder while two security guards followed behind him.
Raina immediately turned to him. “What is this Kai? What sick game are you playing?! Was cheating on me not enough for you?”
Kai didn’t respond immediately, instead he placed the folder on the desk revealing a set of documents. Quietly, he slid them over to her. “Recognize this?” he calmly asked.
Her eyes scanned the papers, her stomach dropping as she saw her own signature at the bottom of the agreement.
“N-No…This can’t be.” She whispered, shaking her head. “I didn’t sign this. I would never—” Her words faltered as memories came flooding back. A night few months ago, Kai insisted they celebrate a business milestone. The wine, the laughter... the stack of papers he had casually handed her to sign, claiming they were routine financial documents.
Realization suddenly dawned on her. “You tricked me!” She snapped her voice shaking with anger. “You got me drunk and made me sign this over to you!”
Kai’s lips curved into a small, cold smile. “You should’ve read what you were signing, Raina. Business is business.” He shrugged.
Her knees felt weak, but she gritted her teeth, holding the scream that threatened to let loose. “This isn’t business. This is theft and betrayal!”
Kai’s expression didn’t falter as he leaned back against the desk, arms crossed. “I suggest you leave quietly, Raina. This scene isn’t good for either of us.”
Raina’s jaw tightened, “I’m not walking away from this, you bastard!” She spat.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he gestured to the men behind him, “Security? Please escort Miss Weston off the premises immediately. Ensure she understands that she’s never to set foot here again.”
Raina’s glare could have burned holes through him, but she didn’t flinch as the men approached her.“Miss Weston, we’ll have to ask you to leave,” one of them said, his tone firm but respectful.
She turned slowly, squaring her shoulders, her head held high as though she hadn’t just had her life ripped out from under her. “Don’t touch me,” she said calmly, quietly stepping forward.
Pausing at the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder, sparing a glance at Jamie before her eyes locked with Kai’s. “Enjoy this moment while it lasts. Because when I come back, I’ll take everything you’ve stolen—and more.”
Without waiting for a response, she stormed out, her head held high as she walked past her curious looking staff, reminding herself that she’d be back.
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Raina stared at the ceiling lost in thought. Her mind reeling from the thought that she had spent three years convincing herself that Kai’s emotional distance was because of his work. When she hadn’t gotten pregnant, she had blamed their hectic lives. But now, as realization dawned on her, she saw how wrong she had been.
Kai hadn’t agreed to the artificial insemination out of love or a desire to start a family with her, he had done it to stop her endless pleading. He had never been invested in their marriage, and now, three weeks later as she laid on the doctor’s table, having her first ultrasound, she realized it was now too late.
“Mrs. Ashborne?” The doctor voice pierced through her thoughts, calling her name three times before she finally answered. The woman then asked to see her in her office.
As Raina passed the nurses’ station, she heard the soft murmurs of whispers and noticed the nurses exchanging nervous glances. Something suddenly didn’t feel right.
Once inside, Raina sat across from her, her anxiety growing. “Is there something wrong with my baby?” She asked, her heart pounding in her chest.
The doctor hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the papers on her desk. “No, she finally said, her voice quiet. “The baby is healthy, Mrs. Ashborne.”
Raina let out a relieved smile that didn’t last. The doctor’s shifted nervously. “There’s something else.”
Raina frowned. “What do you mean?”
The doctor cleared her throat, her tone apologetic. “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Ashborne…but there’s been a mix-up.” She paused, looking uncomfortable. “The child you’re carrying…it’s not your husband’s. It belongs to someone else…Someone who simply needed a surrogate.”
Raina’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared blankly at the woman. Her world felt like it was coming to an end all over again. She didn’t know whether to scream, cry or collapse in disbelief.
The heavy silence in the auction hall was disturbed only by the quiet, shaky breaths of terrified guests. The air had grown thick with tension, pressing down like a suffocating blanket on every soul trapped inside. The flickering chandelier above cast eerie shadows across the room, bouncing off the terrified eyes and pale faces of men and women who had once strutted through the grand doors with pride and arrogance, now reduced to frightened spectators.Raina sat trembling beside Aaron, her back rigid, her hands trembling violently in her lap. Her chest rose and fell in erratic bursts, eyes wide and glassy with fear. The shrill sound of the ringing phone still echoed in her ears, haunting her like a ghost. Though the noise had stopped, its consequences lingered like a curse in the air. That ringtone… it had felt like a death sentence.And in a way, it just might have been.Behind her, Jamie sat perched like a smug vulture, her fingers laced together as a wicked smirk slowly crept acro
Raina sat quietly on the cold marble floor, doing everything she could to steady her breath—but her body had a mind of its own. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts, and no matter how tightly she pressed her hands together, they wouldn’t stop trembling. A chill had settled in her spine, sinking into her bones. The opulence of the auction hall—the chandeliers, velvet curtains, gold trimmings—felt so distant now, like the ghost of a dream.She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, drawing in as much strength as she could from the warmth of her own skin. Slowly, her hand drifted down to her stomach, resting gently over the soft satin fabric of her gown. It was an unconscious movement, instinctive—protective.And the moment her palm made contact, something inside her cracked.Fear, panic, helplessness.A swirl of emotions stormed through her all at once, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs. Her baby. Inside her. Vulnerable. Dependent.This can’t be happening.The words
The echo of the gunshots was still ringing when Aaron ducked instinctively, adrenaline surging through his veins. His phone slipped from his hand, bouncing once against the polished floor before landing near his foot. His breath was shallow, and his heart raced as he crouched in the small corner just outside the main auction hall, shielded for the moment from view.“Aaron? Aaron?! What was that sound? What is going on?” his mother’s voice cried from the phone’s speaker—shaken, panicked. She had heard it. The gunfire.Aaron’s fingers hovered over the phone. He wanted to answer. He wanted to tell her he was okay. But that would be a mistake. If any of the masked men heard him… if they realized he was talking to someone outside…Without saying another word, Aaron quickly ended the call. His hands moved fast, dialing again—this time 911. But just as his thumb hovered over the green button to call, he heard it.Click.The unmistakable sound of a gun cocking directly behind his head.He fro
The air buzzed with a thick mixture of excitement, envy, and satisfaction as Aaron settled back into his seat. The final number had been called—seventy million dollars. And the winning paddle had been his.A hush had briefly fallen over the crowd after the gavel slammed down, followed by a wave of murmurs and scattered applause. It wasn’t just a win—it was a statement. After the fierce head-to-head bidding war with Lucas, Aaron could finally exhale. This wasn’t about the car. It never had been. It was about pride, legacy, and drawing a clear line in the sand.He didn’t even glance at Lucas. He didn’t need to.Instead, his gaze drifted to the sleek car on display, bathed in soft golden lighting. The body of the car shimmered under the chandeliers—smooth, predatory, almost alive. It was a rare piece of engineering brilliance. Still, seventy million was a ridiculous amount to spend. He wasn’t blind to that.A quiet chuckle escaped his Lips. “Maybe next time,” he murmured to himself, “you
Kai paced behind one of the pillars near the far end of the event hall, jaw clenched, his eyes stormy. The hum of conversation, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the echo of polite laughter blurred around him, but he felt none of it. His focus was on one thing—Jamie.She had disappeared into the crowd right after her little public stunt, leaving a trail of whispers and curious glances in her wake. He finally spotted her standing nonchalantly near a tall decorative plant, swirling a drink in her hand as if nothing had happened. Her poise only ignited his frustration further.Without hesitation, Kai stormed toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her aside into the shadows of the hall, where no one could overhear them.“Are you insane?” he hissed through gritted teeth.Jamie jerked her arm free, completely unfazed. “What is your problem now?” she asked with cool defiance, tilting her head as if he were the one overreacting.“What is my problem?” Kai echoed, nearly laughing in disbe
Aaron gave Raina—who stood silently behind him—a long, unreadable glance. Her posture was tense, her eyes fixed on the floor as though the weight of the world was crushing her. He remembered the time she told him about her former personal assistant. The betrayal. The heartbreak. How she walked in on her assistant and her ex-fiancé. Her voice had cracked with pain then, not the kind you could fake, and as he looked at her now, he could see that same vulnerability in her eyes.There were only two explanations: either Raina had lied to him from the beginning, spinning a perfect victim narrative—or everything Jamie was saying now was just bitterness dressed as truth.But deep down, he already knew.The way Raina looked at him—the flicker of shame, confusion, and quiet strength—wasn’t the look of someone hiding guilt. It was the look of someone being unfairly cornered again. And Aaron had had enough.“Enough,” his voice rang out, low but commanding, slicing through the sea of whispers and