LOGINThe sun had begun to sink behind the trees by the time Scarlett reached Grant’s estate.Her hands were still shaking around the steering wheel.She hadn’t stopped thinking during the drive.That was the problem,there was too much time to think.Too much time to imagine Grant looking at her with anger before she told him why she had come, too much time to imagine him refusing.No.Grant would never refuse.Even if he hated Scarlett, even if he never wanted to see her again.He loved Theo and Scarlett knew that.She had seen it.She had trusted him because of it.But knowing something and desperately needing it were two completely different things.Her car came to a stop outside the house.Scarlett barely remembered walking through the front entrance or even feeling the ground beneath her feet.One of the staff members recognized her immediately.“Ms.Monroe-”“Where’s Grant?”The woman hesitated.Scarlett’s heart dropped again.“Where is he?”“He isn’t in the house.”Scarlett stared.“What do
Scarlett had finally stopped pretending she was undecided.For weeks, she had told herself she was simply considering her options , that Napa was an idea.A possibility.A place she might return to when things in Manhattan became too complicated.But that morning, standing in the middle of her bedroom with half of her wardrobe spread across the bed and two open suitcases waiting on the floor, Scarlett had finally admitted the truth.She was leaving.Not today,maybe not tomorrow but she was leaving.The realization should have felt freeing.Instead, it sat heavily in her chest.Scarlett stood in front of the open wardrobe for several seconds, one of Theo’s tiny sweaters hanging from her fingers. She had packed a few things already, quietly and without telling anyone. There was no point in announcing her departure until she had figured out exactly when she was going.And more importantly,how she was going to tell the people who mattered.Grant.Cassian.Roxy knew already of course. She was
Scarlett had been staring at the same email for nearly ten minutes when the knock sounded against her office door.She didn’t look up immediately.“Come in.”The door opened, but instead of hearing the familiar sound of one of the assistants rushing in with documents or another member of staff asking for approval on something, there was silence.The kind of silence that carried a presence with it.She lifted her eyes immediately.Cassian Blackwell stood in the doorway.Her brows rose immediately.“Well, this is unexpected.”Cassian stepped inside without answering, closing the door behind him before walking further into the office. He looked exactly as composed as usual, dressed in a black suit that seemed to have been tailored specifically for his body, his expression unreadable and his dark hair pushed neatly away from his face.But Scarlett had known Cassian long enough to notice the smallest changes in him.Something was bothering him.She leaned back in her chair.“You look like
Diane had never understood how something as simple as a smell could turn a perfectly normal morning into a personal attack.She had been standing in the kitchen for less than five minutes when the scent of coffee drifting from the machine made her stomach turn so violently that she had to grip the edge of the marble island.Her eyes squeezed shut.For a second, she stood completely still, waiting for the nausea to pass.It didn’t.“Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered.The kitchen was quiet around her, washed in the pale grey light of the early morning. Diane usually loved mornings like this.Or at least, she used to.Lately, everything had felt wrong.Her sleep had been terrible. She would fall into bed exhausted and somehow wake up feeling as though she hadn’t slept at all. Her body ached for no reason she could explain. Food tasted strange. Some days she was hungry enough to eat everything placed in front of her, and other days, the sight of a meal made her stomach twist.She blamed s
Chapter 51The knock came just as Scarlett was signing the final page of a contract.She didn’t look up immediately.“Come in.”The door opened, and the sound of familiar footsteps made her hand stop halfway across the page.Scarlett slowly lifted her eyes to see Grant standing in the doorway.For a moment, neither of them said anything.He was alone. There was no assistant trailing behind him. No board member. No business partner. No Diane..He held a slim black folder in one hand, dressed in a dark navy suit with a crisp white shirt beneath it. His tie was slightly loosened, and there was a faint tiredness around his eyes that made him look less like the polished businessman everyone else knew and more like the man Scarlett remembered.The man she was desperately trying to stop remembering but here he was in her office making sure she didn’t.“Can I come in?”“Of course you can, Grant. This is still your company anyways”She lowered her gaze back to the document he held as he stepped
Night had a way of stripping Manhattan bare.The city was still awake, still moving beneath the darkness, but from the thirty-eighth floor of Blackwell Enterprise, everything below seemed strangely distant. The traffic that usually felt chaotic had been reduced to thin streams of headlights winding through the streets, while neon signs reflected against the rain-slicked roads in fractured ribbons of color. The occasional flash of lightning illuminated the buildings in the distance, followed by the low, lazy rumble of thunder that seemed to roll between the skyscrapers.Cassian barely noticed any of it.His office had been quiet for hours. The overhead lights were off, leaving the room illuminated only by the brass lamp on his desk and the faint glow of the city filtering through the enormous windows behind him. His jacket had been discarded over the back of his leather chair, and his tie was loosened slightly around his neck, the only visible evidence that the hour was beginning to we
The organ’s last notes faded into the silence of the chapel, leaving only the faint rustle of designer fabrics and murmured condolences. The Ashbourne funeral was supposed to be a statement of legacy, but all anyone could think about now was the ghost who had returned wearing heels sharp enough to
Manhattan.The sky above was a shade of blue that felt staged-too immaculate for a funeral. But Charles Ashbourne would have wanted it this way,a large crowd and unforgettable headlines.Outside the grand chapel,velvet ropes lined the cobblestones, struggling to hold back the swarm of paparazzi and
Four years later. Napa Valley- California.Sunlight poured through the windows of Scarlett’s estate, dancing across the gleaming Italian floors. Outside, her home was nestled in between rows of lush vineyards that stretched into the hills like something out of a fairytale. A vintage crystal chande
The front door shut quietly behind Scarlett as she walked timidly behind her husband and his family. It had been a long day of one of their unending social events and they had been outside giving fake smiles and poses for the media and newspaper covers. One would think that she would finally have







