After everything Aaron had just heard from his father, his mood was dark and heavy. He leaned back against the leather seat in the back of the car, closing his eyes briefly as the driver maneuvered through the city traffic.“I just want to get home, shut everything out, and have some damn peace,” he thought bitterly.Tomorrow was the auction event—one of the biggest of the year—and he had a lot riding on it. He’d reminded Raina earlier to pick out a nice dress for the evening. Last time, it had been their personal tailor who dressed her, and to his surprise, she had looked absolutely stunning. The moment they walked into the room together, he noticed the stares. Heads had turned. Men, women, everyone had taken notice of her.But this time was different. She was picking the dress herself. And given her modest, working-class background, he couldn’t help but worry that she might choose something… underwhelming. Maybe even cheap. He wasn’t trying to be harsh, but appearances mattered at t
“Sorry,” Raina said softly, trying to keep her voice steady, “but I want to ask— is this about the shopping bag I walked in with? Because if it is, I didn’t ask Aaron for anything. If anything… he insisted.”Margaret looked up from where she sat, her eyes sharp, unreadable. “So did Jessica,” she said coldly.That name again. Raina shifted slightly in her seat.“She didn’t want help either. At first,” Margaret continued, her voice steady, almost too calm. “Then she got used to it. Shopping, socializing, playing the part of the devoted partner. But ambition? That vanished the moment she realized she didn’t have to try anymore. She got comfortable. Dependent. And then… entitled.”Raina bit the inside of her cheek. She knew she had to tread carefully. “This lady, Jessica, and I are two different people. You can’t compare us without actually getting to know me.”“Well,” Margaret said with a small shrug, “you can’t blame me for being cautious. You’re not the first woman to walk into Aaron’s
“I’ll just go drop this upstairs and then I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Raina said politely, offering Margaret a small smile before she turned and made her way up the staircase, each step feeling heavier than the last.As she walked, a flurry of uneasy thoughts crowded her mind. This was the second time Aaron’s mother had specifically requested to speak with her, and Raina hadn’t forgotten how uncomfortable the first conversation had been. It wasn’t just the cold tone or the dismissive words—there was something deeply unsettling about being under Margaret’s scrutiny. Why did she want to talk again? Was it because Raina had dared to ask if she’d done something wrong? Did that somehow offend her?She entered the room and gently placed the shopping bag on the bed. Thet rustling of the fabric inside felt oddly loud in the room. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Raina slowly removed off her heels, setting them carefully by the wardrobe.Aaron still hadn’t told her what to say if any of hi
“Like hell I will,” Raina snapped, brushing past a rack of dresses with defiance. “Even if the world was crashing around me, I can never see myself asking that rude man for anything.”Ariel rolled her eyes and followed after her. “You’re really letting pride run the show, huh?”“It’s not pride, it’s principle,” Raina muttered as she moved deeper into the store. her footsteps, her fingers trailing along silky gowns.“Okay, fine. Let’s pretend it’s principle,” Ariel replied, arms folded. “But facts are facts. If I remember correctly, you spent over five million dollars just getting the RainWoven building ready. That’s not even counting the cost of materials, suppliers, production, shipping—and all the other chaos that came with launching your line.”Raina didn’t respond immediately. She simply stared at a row of glimmering gowns.“And now, if you’re thinking of doing something even close to that again,” Ariel continued, “you’re going to need the same amount—or more. And, if we’re being
“And she doesn’t even know how to design the dress properly. I mean, if you’re going to steal someone’s design, at least do it well,” Ariel said, holding the sleeves if the dressRaina stared at the dress for a long moment. It was a dress she’d sketched and developed months ago and the tailoring was off. The color palette was completely wrong. It lacked the soul, the story behind the design.She let out a soft sigh and said. “On a normal day, I would’ve been furious seeing this,” she said. “But I can’t afford to be mad anymore. It’s not my design. Rainwoven doesn’t belong to me now.”Ariel’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Okay, see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need to stop beating yourself up like this. I thought your mood was just a one-time thing, but lately, all you do is bring it up. You’re spiraling, Raina. And since your driver’s not here yet, we’ve got a few minutes—so we’re going to talk about it. Properly.”Without waiting for Raina’s agreement, Ariel
“Hold on. Let me get this straight,” Lucas said, his brows furrowed in suspicion as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “If Raina’s last name is Weston, and my financial instructor’s name is Ryan Weston… does that mean they’re related?”Elise folded her arms tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable but clearly calculating. “Well, there’s no way it’s a coincidence. People don’t just randomly share last names and happen to be in the same city, let alone orbiting the same business circle. It has to mean something.”Lucas turned toward his secretary, who still stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if she should stay or leave. “Is Ryan reachable?” he asked, his tone shifting from confused to demanding.“Yes, sir,” she replied with a respectful nod. “The injuries from the accident aren’t life-threatening. He’s still recovering, but I’m sure he can take a phone call.”“Good. I need him on the phone. Now.”Without another word, the secretary gave a slight bow of acknowledgment and