Logan's POV
I walk around the restaurant looking for Madeline she is not there. I wonder if my informants made a mistake. Maybe she is a little late. I cannot wait to see her after all these years, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I do not understand what is going on with me. Madeline has bewitched me! I never felt this way about a woman before, and I do not understand why. I do not understand how I can feel about her this way, and I have not even seen her in a long time. I am standing with her family and Roman and his family. I do not want to associate with them, but they are my partners in the restaurant business, and I want to know why they have been invited.
I hear the CEO is going to reveal himself at this party tonight. It is a good thing that all of us are here. We will at last know who the brains behind our biggest competition is. I have invited Michelle Morris as my date. I look up at the door, and there she stands. She is with a man, and I feel the jealousy in my heart. Is he her new boyfriend, fiancé or even husband? I hope not! I do not want her with another man. I cannot think of her sleeping with another man, but me! I took her virginity. It feels like she trusted me to give it to me! I feel like she belongs to me. I know it is wrong, but I cannot help feeling this way.
"Is that Madeline? What is she doing here?" Celeste asks.
"I do not know, but let's go and find out," Roman says. Michelle knows very well who Madeleine is. We all went to school together. Madeline was younger than us, but we all knew about her because her brother is as old as we are. We tag along to find out what Madeleine is doing here. Neither her parents nor Roman's parents look very impressed to see Madeline again.
"Well. Well. Well. Look who couldn't stay away. We thought you died or something. We haven't heard from you in years. What are you doing at a prestigious event like this? Don't you know only the wealthy are invited to this party? I don't think you belong here. Oh, wait, unless you are a line chef for Heavenly. I heard all their employees were invited to this party," Celeste says cattily.
"Hello, Celeste, I can see that you have not changed a bit. I did not expect a welcoming party. I am back in New York, and I am here to stay, and you cannot tell me where I can and cannot go. Now, if you will excuse me, I have other things to do. I do not want to stand and chat here with you," Madeline says icily.
"Oh, excuse me. Madeline thinks she is too good for us. Can you believe that? Roman? Honey, I took your husband away. You are not better than me. You are not even worthy to carry my shoes. Besides, we both know who the better chef is around here. You know that I have learnt from the best master chef overseas. I am the only student Chef Michaels will recommend, and he even praised me once for my skills," Celeste lies. I know she is lying because I heard the true story.
"Is that so? He was my master as well. I will give him a call and ask him if he remembers you, Celeste," Madeline says. Celeste looks a little pale. She did not expect Madeline to know the master chef. Why would Madeline know Chef Micheals? Unless she is really good. I know her father wouldn't pay for her when she went to culinary school to go and see a Master Chef overseas. He must have paid for her to come to him. Does that mean Madeline is the one who impressed the Master Chief? I know for a fact it is not Celeste. Madeline starts walking away, and her father asks her if she's not going to greet the rest of us, but she ignores us as she walks to the front of the restaurant.
"How dare she? I am her father! How dare she ignore me!" Owen shouts. He tries to grab Madeline, but I hold him back.
"Let Madeline go. We will find out soon what she is doing here," I say. I do not want it to seem like I am interested in her. I do not want her to have more enemies. I am a dangerous man, and I know that people are always looking for my weakness. At the moment, everybody thinks it is Michelle. I would like to keep it that way. I don't care if something happens to her. She is not the woman that I love.
"You are right. I would love to see her make a fool of herself," Celest says. Roman smiles. I am still wondering who the man next to her is. However, I keep my cool. Maddie did not even acknowledge me. Does it mean she does not care about what happened between us all those years ago?
"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to welcome all of you to our new restaurant. I hope you enjoy the food that we will serve you tonight. As you all know, Heavenly is one of the best restaurants in America at the moment. We are very trendy and everybody loves our food, especially our desserts. Before I continue, let me introduce myself. I am. Madeline O'Connor. I am the CEO of Heavenly. It took me seven years to build up this restaurant, and I am very proud of it. The only reason why I hid my identity is that my parents and my ex-in-laws are also in the restaurant business. They are the owners of Bella Rosa. I did not want them to feel that we are competing for the first prize. However, we all know that if we competed, I would win. I hope you all enjoy the rest of the evening," Madeline says. The crowd have turned to us, and some are smiling. Madeline raises her glass of champagne towards us. She has a mischievous smile on her face. I have a feeling there is much more to her returning to New York than she pretends. Is she here to get revenge on her father, brother, and ex-husband? She never attended any of her other restaurants' openings. This is going to be interesting.
"This cannot be as if she is lying! She is pretending to be the CEO of Heavenly. How can she make a success out of anything? I bet she is sleeping with the real owner! It must be that man next to her! She must have a wealthy boyfriend!" Sean asks.
"Where did she get the money? She must have slept with a wealthy man to get this far, or maybe she married wealthy, but why would she change her surname back to her maiden name? Why not take her husband's name? I think Sean is right! She must have a wealthy man behind her," Celeste says.
Logan’s POVThe decision comes quietly but with the weight of inevitability, as though Maddie and I have both been circling it for days, waiting for the courage to say it aloud. We cannot keep the twins hidden behind estate walls forever. Connor and Carmen need a school, a place where they can learn and grow without being smothered by security or headlines. When I tell Maddie this over coffee, she doesn’t argue. She only presses her fingers to mine, her eyes flicking toward the children playing in the garden, and I know she has reached the same conclusion. We tell the twins together. I expect reluctance, maybe even tears, but instead they brighten with excitement, chattering about classrooms and new friends. Connor asks if he can sit by Carmen at lunch. Carmen spins in her new skirt when Maddie shows it to her. Watching them, I feel that ache in my chest again, the sharp mix of pride and fear. They deserve the world, and it’s my duty to keep it safe for them.The morning of their firs
Michelle’s POVThe apartment is silent except for the television, though inside me the silence has already curdled into something dangerous, something restless and unwilling to remain passive, because I am not the type of woman who folds beneath headlines or watches her life be rewritten by another woman’s ring, and as I stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering skyline sprawled out beneath me like a jeweled battlefield, I know that the first strike must come from me, deliberate and devastating, because if there is one thing I have mastered in this life it is the manipulation of a story, the shaping of an image, and the ability to turn desire into inevitability with nothing more than a smile angled at the right camera.My phone vibrates on the marble counter, the screen lighting up with a notification from one of the tabloids I allow to orbit me like moths around a flame, and before I even swipe it open I know what it will say, the headlines practically writing themsel
Michelle’s POVThe soft sound of the television fills my apartment with a background drone, but the moment the screen flares to life with breaking news, it becomes irrelevant, my eyes glued to the image of Logan Rossi standing at a podium with Madeline O’Connor Santoro at his side, the sunlight catching the contours of his jaw and the sharp angle of his cheekbones, making him look every bit the man I have loved since high school, the boy who swore that no matter what, no matter where life took us, we would always return to each other, and yet here he is, claiming her, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back, fingers curled with a casual confidence that makes my chest tighten and my stomach drop into a pit of disbelief, and my lips part involuntarily, a soundless gasp escaping as I take in the scene that the world is now witnessing in real time, a scene I cannot rewind, cannot ignore, and cannot erase.I feel the blood drain from my face as the anchor’s voice delivers th
Maddie’s POVThe conference hall still echoes with the flashing of cameras and the furious shouts of unanswered questions as Logan and I step away from the podium, the twins already being led to safety down a side corridor with their nanny. My heart is still beating in a steady, forceful rhythm that feels like the pounding of war drums, not from fear, but from the knowledge that what has been said today cannot be taken back, cannot be undone and cannot be softened by explanations or apologies. Bella Rosa is finished. My engagement to Logan is no longer a private promise but a public declaration. Conner and Carmen are no longer just my children. They are the Rossi heirs, their existence carved into the headlines that will run before the day is even over.The heavy doors swing closed behind the last of the reporters, and for a moment, there is silence. The silence does not last long, though, not because of the cameras or the shuffling of assistants, but by the measured sound of footste
Maddie’s POV The cameras flash like lightning, blinding bursts that ricochet across the hall as Logan and I step up onto the stage, the weight of expectation settling heavily over the crowd of reporters, investors, and onlookers who have packed themselves into the conference hall. The air is thick with speculation, the buzz of whispered questions swelling and breaking in waves that crash into sudden silence the moment Logan’s tall frame commands the podium, his presence effortlessly dominating the room. I stand just to his side, my chin lifted, my expression composed, every inch of me the woman who has walked through fire and now refuses to bow to the smoke.Logan’s voice, when he speaks, is steady, deep, carrying the kind of finality that leaves no room for challenge. “Effective immediately, Bella Rosa is no more,” Logan says. The words hang in the air, shocking in their simplicity, no explanation offered, no numbers, no reassurances, just the clean, merciless declaration of an end
Maddie’s POVSunlight filters through the tall windows of Heavenly’s boardroom, cutting sharp lines across the polished table where the other board members of Bella Rosa are already seated, papers shuffled in nervous hands, eyes darting around the room. I enter with Logan at my side, the subtle click of my heels against the floor echoing like a heartbeat, drawing every gaze toward me. My stomach turns with adrenaline, but my expression is calm. I am Donna Santoro now, not just Maddie, not just a mother, not just a woman who endured, but the woman who commands.“Good morning,” I begin, voice steady, filling the space without needing to raise it. The room falls into silence.“I know you all wonder why I asked you all to be here today. I’ve recently sold my majority shares in Bella Rosa. Effective immediately, Madeline O’Connor now holds a controlling interest in the Bella Rosa group. I sold all my shares to her for one dollar,” Logan says. His words land like stones thrown into still wa