LOGINThe sound of running water filled the room.Steam curled lazily from the slightly open bathroom door, spilling into the bedroom in soft waves. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air-something light, floral, deceptively innocent.Cassian Blackwell stood by the edge of the bed, fastening the cuff of his shirt with precise, practiced movements. His jacket lay draped neatly over the chair. His watch rested beside it, untouched.He was leaving,as usual.He always left first.That had become their rhythm over the past two weeks, his and Elise Langford.Unspoken. Unacknowledged. Controlled.No questions.No expectations.No complications.At least-that was how it was supposed to be.Behind him, the shower continued to run.Elise Langford hummed faintly, the sound barely audible over the water. Soft. Careless. As though nothing in the world required urgency.Cassian adjusted his collar, his expression unreadable.Something about her had never fully settled.Not enough to stop anyways
Grant had been waiting.Not for her call or for her message but for the moment she would finally face him.He knew she had found out.He had seen it in the way she disappeared that day-the untouched coffee, the silence that followed, the absence that felt deliberate. Scarlett was many things, but she was never careless with her emotions. When she withdrew, it was intentional.And when she finally agreed to see him 7 days later, Grant understood what this meeting would be.A reckoning.Scarlett Monroe Ashbourne stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, her back to the room, Manhattan stretching endlessly below her. The city lights reflected against the glass, but she did not seem to see them.She hadn’t turned when he entered.Grant closed the door quietly.The sound echoed like something final.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then he exhaled slowly.“You heard her,” Grant Ashbourne said.It wasn’t a question.Scarlett’s shoulders stiffened.“Yes,” she answered.The
The rain had just stopped, leaving the streets of Manhattan slick and shining under streetlights. Cassian stepped out of his car in front of the private art gallery, adjusting his coat collar. The evening auction inside promised wealth, influence, and secrets-all things he handled with precision.Inside, the gallery buzzed quietly, elegant voices blending with the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. Cassian’s eyes swept the room, scanning every movement, every face. Nothing unusual. Nothing yet.And then he heard it.“Strange, isn’t it?”A familiar voice, soft, deliberate.He turned. Elise Langford stood by the same abstract canvas he had been studying, her gold hair catching the light, her eyes warm, disarmingly confident. She wore a fitted ivory dress that hinted at every line of her body without effort, exuding calm elegance.“Oh,” she said, smiling. “What a coincidence.”Cassian noted the ease in her posture, the way her smile reached her eyes. Something
Scarlett held her breath.Grant’s face went completely still. “What?”“I’m carrying your child.”Inside the room, Grant ran a hand through his hair, stunned. “Diane… that’s not possible.”“It is,” she insisted, voice breaking. “I confirmed it this morning.”Scarlett’s heart pounded violently against her ribs.The world tilted.The room blurred.Grant’s voice came out strained. “I can’t even remember what happened that night.We were careful, weren’t we?.”Diane let out a small, wounded laugh. “Careful isn’t certainty.”Tears slipped down her cheeks. She looked fragile, devastated -heartbreakingly convincing.“I didn’t plan this,” she whispered. “But it happened. And you deserve to know.”Scarlett’s chest tightened painfully.Grant paced once across the office, his mind clearly racing. “Are you sure it’s mine?”The question hung heavy.Diane’s face crumpled. “You think I would lie about something like this?”“I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t need to.”Her voice shook with hurt, but beneath
The glass doors of Ashbourne Empire headquarters swung open with a force that made the receptionist jump.Scarlett Monroe Ashbourne stormed inside like a woman carrying a personal hurricane.Her heels struck the marble floors in sharp, decisive rhythms. Her expression was cold fury, lips pressed tight, eyes blazing with purpose. Employees barely looked up anymore - this had become familiar territory. The ex-wife and the CEO. Fire and gasoline.Another war.Or so they thought.“She’s here again,” someone whispered.“God help whoever’s in his office.”Scarlett ignored the murmurs. Her steps did not slow as she marched toward the executive elevators, her jaw clenched, every movement vibrating with anger. The guards did not stop her. No one ever did.She pressed the elevator button hard.The doors slid open.Inside, her reflection stared back at her -composed, furious, unstoppable.But the moment the doors closed, the anger in her face softened into something dangerously close to exciteme
The Ashbourne estate stables lay far from the main house, tucked behind acres of rolling green hills where silence carried secrets easily. The air smelled of leather, hay, and damp earth. Morning mist still clung low to the ground, softening the world into something private.Grant Ashbourne hated horseback riding.Everyone who knew him knew this.Which was why Diane froze when she saw the notification from his schedule assistant earlier that morning.Private riding session - 9:00 AM.It made no sense.Grant disliked dirt, disliked unpredictability, disliked animals that could not be controlled by numbers or contracts. Horseback riding was everything he avoided.Yet he went.And when she asked him earlier that morning , her tone carefully light, he had simply said-“It doesn’t hurt to try something new now, does it?”That answer did not sit right with Diane. So she followed him.Diane arrived at the estate quietly, instructing her driver to park far down the gravel path. She walked the
“..happy birthday Mi vida”“Dad..this hat is silly- come on, I’m 16 now..”“Nonsense mi amor!”, he carefully placed the hat on her head as he continued to sing his birthday song to her “Now close your eyes! No peeking mi amor-I’ll be right back!”She closed her eyes, grinning-wondering what her fat
The morning light spilled through the tinted glass of the Rolls-Royce, painting Scarlett’s face in pale gold. The city buzz rushed by-merciless. It seemed like this same city that once swallowed her whole now reflected on the car window like an old adversary waiting for round two.In the backseat,
Diane shut the door quietly behind her before she spoke.Christine glanced up from her desk, eyes narrowing at the sight of the younger woman’s clenched jaw and stiff posture. “You look like you swallowed a lemon,” Christine muttered, not looking impressed. “What now?”Diane exhaled shakily.“I’m m
Rain whispered against the rusted roof of the abandoned warehouse, soft at first, then harder -like impatient fingers drumming against tin. The sound bled through cracked windows and crooked beams, filling the silence that hung thick and stale.The sound of dripping water echoed through the hollow







