LOGINARIANA’S POV“Do you really have to leave?”Tom chuckled as he watched me fold another shirt and place it inside his suitcase.“Are you planning to kidnap me?”I shot him a look. “Don't tempt me. I might actually consider it.”He laughed, shaking his head.I wasn't joking, though.I had spent the last hour helping him pack his things, and with every shirt I folded, I became more aware of the fact that he was actually leaving.And I was going to be stuck here with his boss.Wonderful.Just wonderful.“How long have you been working for the Devereaux family?” I asked, folding another shirt.“Over thirty years.”My hands stopped moving. “Thirty?”He nodded. “I started when I was much younger. I was barely thirty when I got the job.”“That's a long time.”“Tell me about it.” He smiled, looking around his room. “I've practically spent half my life in this house.”I glanced around.His room wasn't particularly big, but it had everything he needed. A bed, a wardrobe, a small television, and
ARIANA’S POVMy mother stood in front of me, staring at me and waiting for an explanation I wasn't sure I was ready to give.“So, let me get this straight,” she started slowly. “You've been working for Mr. Devereaux all this time?”I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “Unfortunately, yes.”“Since when?”“This was the gig I got.”“You didn't tell me it was to become a chef,” she said, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.“What was I supposed to tell you and Dad? That a graduate of business school turned out to be a chef?!”“Yes!”My mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. I inhaled deeply and rested against the railing.“Well, I don't think Dad would have approved.”“You could have told me.”Yeah, like it worked last time. Or ever.“How did you even get this job? It's not like your father recommended you.”“Please,” I snorted. “Dad wouldn't even let me see anyone from his workplace.”“So how did you get the job?”“Told you, I clicked on the ad, and I got here,” I replied w
ARIANA’S POVI drove quietly, glaring at Jaxon's car ahead of me.I hated him.I hated his stupid smile, his stupid face, and most importantly, the way he enjoyed making my life miserable.Honestly, I wished he would have an accident.Nothing serious, of course.Just enough to keep him in the hospital for a few weeks so I could finally have some peace.Was that too much to ask?“Sweetheart, look at these houses!” My mother exclaimed from the passenger seat. “How were you able to get a house here? These houses look like they cost over a million dollars a year.” That's because they are worth millions, but she doesn't need to know that. “They are not that expensive,” I muttered. “I'm old enough to know the values of these things,” she frowned, completely displeased by my dismissive behaviour. I forced a smile, tearing my eyes away from Jaxon's car. “What can I say? The new job pays well. You saw their offer.” “Well enough to live in the same neighbourhood as your father's boss?” She
JAXON’S POV. I was driving through the neighbourhood when I saw the butler’s car parked in front of the café, which was strange because he was too old to drive and usually left it in the garage.Out of curiosity, I parked behind the car, just in time to see Ariana and a woman step out. I stared at the woman for a while before realization hit me. It was her mother. A slow smile curved across my lips as a mischievous plan began to take shape in my mind.I waited patiently until they were already inside the café before following them.I did not go straight to their table. I stood near the counter, pretending to look at the menu while I watched them from a distance.Ariana was talking slowly like she was scared that the world would collapse if it heard what she had to say. When I was sure they had settled, I walked over.“Excuse me?” Both of them turned.Ariana’s face drained of color. Her mouth opened slightly, like she wanted to scream but no sound came out.The woman’s face lit up
Ariana’s POV. I left the house like someone was chasing me.My hands were shaking as I slammed the door behind me. I didn’t even tell the butler that I was going out. My mind went completely blank except for one panicked question — what was my mother doing here?I didn’t even know how to feel — happy, scared, angry, all mixed together.I took the butler's car without asking. Getting a taxi here was as good as looking for a needle in a haystack. So… I'm sure the butler wouldn't mind. I finally got to the bus station. The place was crowded and lousy. My eyes kept scanning the crowd, it wasn’t till i saw her, that i let out a sigh of relief. She stood near the entrance with her small brown bag, wearing the same blue sweater she always wore at home. When her eyes found mine, her face lit up like the sun.“Ariana!” she called.I ran into her arms before I could stop myself.“My baby,” she whispered, holding my face. “Look at you. You’ve lost weight.”“Lost weight?” I laughed, checking
Ariana’s POVFor the next few days, I became a ghost in that house. I cleaned his room before he woke up. I served his meals without looking at him. If he entered a room, I found a reason to leave it. I did everything fast, quiet, and invisible. But Jaxon… he was intentionally a pain in the ass. Every morning I felt his eyes on me, burning holes through my back. He never said much, he just watched me, and if I'm lucky, he ignores me. That day, I was in the hallway dusting the shelves when his voice cut through the silence.“Ariana.”My heart dropped into my stomach.I turned slowly. He stood near the stairs, holding a small box in his hand. It was black, expensive looking box. “Take this,” he said, holding it out.I walked closer and took it with shaking hands. It was heavier than I expected.“What… what do you want me to do with this?” I asked.His lips curled in that lazy, cruel way. “I want you to treat what’s inside very carefully,” he said. Then he added in a mocking tone, “Ma
Ariana's POVThe first thing I felt was pain—sharp and pounding right behind my eyes. My head was heavy, my mouth dry, my stomach turning like I'd swallowed glass.I groaned and rolled onto my back, the sheets cool against my skin.Skin.That's when I realized I wasn't wearing anything.My eyes sna
ARIANA'S POV. He was already on the bed when I leaned back against the pillows. His eyes moved over me like he was memorizing every inch."You're trembling," he said softly, a smile tugging at his mouth."I'm not," I whispered, though we both knew I was lying.His hand started at my ankle, the war
Jaxon's POVI was born into old money. The Devereaux name was already carved in stone before I even took my first breath. Generations of power, wealth, and influence ran through my veins. I didn't have to chase money—it was already mine. I didn't have to prove myself to anyone—people already knew w
Ariana's POVI was standing in front of the mirror, brushing out my hair, trying to make myself look like a person who hadn't been falling apart for the last forty-eight hours. I'd been back home since yesterday, but I hadn't seen my dad yet.Not that I was surprised. Work always came first for him







