LOGINYvonne’s POVGetting pregnant for Kyle was my best move but trapping him was proving harder than I thought. My manipulating skills needed an upgrade.I drove out to his private estate only to be told by his butler that he was staying temporarily at his father’s mansion . I wondered why.When I arrived at his father’s mansion and got inside, the atmosphere practically bled old money. Maids were rushing up and down the halls, adjusting lavish floral arrangements.I sighed in glee. This was the life I was meant to live. They seemed to be preparing for a banquet or something.“Excuse me,” I called to one of maids, flashing an innocent smile. “Is there an occasion coming up? Why all the decorations?”“It’s the young miss birthday tomorrow,” she responded quickly.“Young miss?” I asked, my smile faltering in genuine surprise.“Ms. Cara,” she explained. “She’s home now,”Cara is awake? I panicked. Kyle hadn’t breathed a single word about this to me.I needed to leave immediately.Just then a
Kyle’s POVI didn’t speak in the boardroom. Not once. Not because I agreed. Not because I didn’t care. Because I was watching her. Aisha sat there like she had always belonged in that seat. Calm. Certain. Dangerous in a way no one else seemed to notice yet. She didn’t hesitate when she spoke. Didn’t flinch when they challenged her. She cut through every objection like she had already decided none of them mattered.And worse, she was right. The commission issue was nothing compared to the rot already inside this company. Everyone in that room knew it. No one wanted to admit it. But she did it anyway. Casual. Precise. Like she wasn’t fighting for approval. Like she was already above it.She walked out of the boardroom and I followed immediately. She opened the door to her office, purposefully ignoring that I was behind her. Before she could turn around to close it, I grabbed her wrist and slammed her back against the wall.“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I demanded.She stru
Aisha’s POVThe day to showcase the jewelry designs finally came. I stood in the design department as I studied each of the sketches hanging on the canvas board. I bypassed a few, hardly impressed by any.A few designs stood out and I acknowledged their effort. Fine lining of sun kissed sketches, turquoise gemstones placed with intentions. Promising, but not enough.What they missed was the essence. The delicate elegance. The tropical softness. The beach-born energy a summer collection should breathe.“Some of these designs are worth bringing into the light. The rest are quite unworthy to be seen, I must say.”I looked at each of them. Uneasiness rippled across their faces.“Give us more time, Ms. Manchester,” Rochelle said.“Time is not on our side. Summer is here.”“We can…”I lifted a finger. She stopped immediately.I pointed at three sketches. “These will be part of the collection, but not the leading pieces.”“But without a leading collection, how do we launch?” Rochelle asked.
Aisha’s POVI sent a text to Oliver as I had promised just as Fiona burst through the door.“Hey, boss lady,” she said, dropping her bag before placing a kiss on my cheek.“Finally,” I grinned.She plopped onto the bed.“I’ve finally proven to Daddy that Fernando isn’t the right man for me. The violent side he displayed, I had it recorded.”“That’s absurd. Why did he smash your phone?” I asked.“Your call came in, and you know the way I saved your number.”I nodded. We had both saved each other's names as My Other Half with lots of emojis.“He thought it was a guy and started calling me a whore. I didn’t even bother explaining because there was no way I was wasting my breath on him. I picked up the phone to answer, and he grabbed my phone and smashed it.” She hissed. “The lunatic.”I stifled a laugh. “What did you do to him?”A wicked grin spread across her face. “Oh, nothing at all. I had already planned to ruin the night and even arranged for someone to record us. Turns out, he ruin
Aisha’s POV“What?” I tried to mask my horror.“I’m carrying Kyle’s baby,” Yvonne announced, and I could see the evil glint in her eyes.My stomach knotted and my fragmented heart shattered again.I wouldn’t let her know she got to me.“And why are you telling me this?”“Like I said, I wanted you to be the first person to hear it before it gets to the media,” she said, seeming pleased with herself.I looked at Kyle. His expression didn’t deny what Yvonne had just said.“You knew about this?” I asked, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray me.He stared at me blankly. “Yes.”I scoffed. “How long? Before we got to Atlanta or after we returned to Winchester?”“While we were in Atlanta,” he responded without an iota of guilt.While I was busy feeling loved, he knew his ex was pregnant with his child.I chuckled dryly. She was never his ex after all.“Congratulations.”The word almost choked in my throat. I walked away from them.I should have known. The moment we landed, he spent more time on hi
Kyle’s POVWhen I saw Aisha walking toward the boardroom, she looked like power wrapped in elegance. She was dressed in black as though she owned the walls themselves.A tailored blazer hugged her frame with effortless grace, draping over a fitted top that revealed confidence without trying too hard.High waisted trousers flowed down her legs, sharp and refined, while a slim belt with gold hardware cinched her waist with quiet sophistication.Gold hoops framed her face like tiny crowns, catching the light every time she moved. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a sleek center part that made her look untouchable. Cold in the most beautiful way.Something tightened in my chest.She had spoken to me like a woman in power earlier, and now every step she took carried authority. The kind that silenced a room before a single word was spoken.I deliberately left the head seat for her.After all, she was the one taking control of this company.She sat down.“You kept us waiting,” Charles said.
Aisha’s POVSunlight stabbed my eyes, and my head throbbed.“Damnit, Isha. No more alcohol,” I groaned.I scrambled for my phone. Gone. Where the hell did I put it?The door burst open. Fiona grinned. “Morning, girl.”“Fi… do you know what happened last night? My phone is missing.”She smirked. “Eth
Aisha’s POVLaughter, clinking glasses, music vibrating through polished floors of the reception hall when Fiona and I walked in. The kind of celebration that should have felt warm.Instead, my chest tightened.Kyle was already seated at our table.Across from me.My feet stalled, instinctively t
Aisha’s POVI didn’t mean to overhear them.If the elevator had been slower…If I had knocked first…Maybe I wouldn’t have heard Aaliyah laughing.The sound stopped me in the hallway outside Brandon’s apartment.For a moment, I told myself I was imagining it. Aaliyah was my colleague at the firm. Sh
Kyle’s POV“Where is he?” I asked Rio as I walked into the dimly lit room with Theo.“Right here, boss,” he said, stepping aside.The man looked barely alive. Bloodied. Beaten. Knees pressed against the cold concrete.“Has he confessed?”“He spat in my eye and refused to say a word,” Rio replied.I







