LOGINDad’s assistant walked in carrying a huge bouquet of roses.My eyes widened immediately.Damn you, Adrian.I took it from him. “Thank you.”I set it on the desk and pulled out the card.I bet you’re cussing me out right now for this. But you’re the one who fell for a stubborn man.I caught myself smiling before I could stop it.You always tease me about not joking with my money, but if there’s one thing I don’t joke with, it’s you.My fingers tightened around the card.I’m not letting you end us. I disagree with every word you said about us being over. I’m still your boyfriend, and you’re still my girlfriend. So you might want to start telling any man who comes close that you’re taken, because I’m already telling anyone who cares to listen that I have a girlfriend.I shook my head, a soft breath leaving me. “You’re a crazy man.”And if you don’t? I’ll consider it cheating.My lips parted in disbelief.I’ll keep disturbing you until you talk to me again. I hope you love the flowers.~M
I gently pulled his hands off my waist. “Adrian… no.”I took a step back. His expression changed instantly, raw hurt flashing through.Up close, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping. If it weren’t for makeup, mine wouldn’t look any better.“Sophia, please… just let me explain.”I exhaled slowly. “This isn’t the right place. Anyone could walk out here. And honestly…” I paused, forcing the words out, “your explanation won’t change anything.”“Sophia, please,” he insisted.I let out a breath, crossing my arms. “Okay. Go on.”He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.“I had no bad intentions toward you. I swear. When we met, it was a coincidence. I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know whose daughter you were.”I held his gaze. “And when you found out?”He hesitated, then shook his head. “I couldn’t tell you.”“Couldn’t?” I echoed.“I didn’t want to lose you,” he said quietly. “I was already drawn to you. I wanted to get close to you. And I knew the momen
Dad picked Mom and me up from the house, and we headed to the event.The entire drive, he kept bragging about how he had the two most beautiful women in the world sitting beside him.The venue was exactly what you’d expect, an industry event packed with businessmen and women dressed in tailored suits and elegant gowns, all gathered to mingle, network, and exchange ideas.Dad moved easily through the crowd, proudly introducing me as his daughter. I quickly picked up on the pattern, parents subtly talking up their sons, conversations that felt polite on the surface but carried that quiet we’re interested undertone.The moment Dad and Mom got pulled into their circle, I knew I was on my own. They were already in their element, heads close, whispering, laughing like they had their own private show going on.I leaned closer to Dad. “You should have just come with your wife. Why bring me here to be a third wheel?”He barely looked at me. “Go mingle. You never know who you might meet.”I rol
I knew Mom wouldn’t leave unless I told her something, and lying to her wasn’t something I liked doing.So I told her the truth, just not all of it.“Adrian’s family already has someone they want him to marry,” I said. “And I didn’t want to get caught up in all that drama, so I stepped out.”She watched me for a moment.“Do you love him?” she asked softly.I hesitated for a second, then nodded.She pulled me into her arms, rubbing my back slowly.“I hate that you’re in this situation,” she said. “And I’m not going to tell you it gets better or that it hurts less. But the decision you made was a smart one.”I pulled back slightly, looking at her.She sighed. “When things were complicated between your dad and me, we still had love. But one thing that made it easier was his family. They accepted me from day one. Your grandparents, your Aunt Sophia, Jay… everyone. Even though I came from a completely different background.”There was a small smile on her face now.“That kind of acceptance
Around 6 p.m., I told Dad I’d be heading home.“I’ll join you later,” he said, barely looking up from his laptop. “Let me finish up here.”I smirked. “Or you’re waiting because Mom mentioned a late event tonight, and you want to time it so you both get home together.”He laughed. “At this rate, I’ll regret giving you an office here if all you do is tease me.”I grabbed my bag, ready to leave, when his assistant walked in.“Sir, Mr. Elias Zone is here to see you.”Dad nodded. “Send him in. I’m expecting him.”A few seconds later, an older man walked in, followed by a younger one who looked so much like him it was obvious they were related.Dad stood, smiling. “Elias.”They shook hands warmly, and it was easy to tell they were close. I greeted them politely, and Dad introduced me.“This is my daughter, Sophia.”Mr. Elias looked surprised. “You never told me you had such a grown daughter. Where have you been hiding her?”Dad chuckled. “She’s been abroad, studying. Just got back.”I smile
“Dad, ignore Mom. It’s nothing.”Mom gave me a look, the kind that said don’t even try it, before turning to him.“Oh, it’s not nothing,” she said. “Adrian is the one Soph told me about. Her boss. The one she had a crush on… or I think they’re dating now.”She went on, updating him on almost everything I had told Aunty Sophia.I groaned. “I am never talking to Aunty Sophia again.”Then I turned to Mom. “And you’re exaggerating. I’m not dating anyone.”Dad frowned, looking at me. “Princess—”“Dad, he’s not my boyfriend,” I cut in quickly. “Even if he was, I’m twenty-one now, and that was the agreed age.”He raised a brow. “I thought I bargained that to twenty-five.”Mom smacked his arm. “Behave before you end up in the doghouse.”That shut him up immediately.Mom turned back to me, her eyes narrowing. “So what’s he like? Invite him over. Let’s see him.”“Mom, are you not listening to me? He’s not my boyfriend.”Dad looked pleased hearing that again. “You heard her. No boyfriend.”Mom s
It had been a month since I buried myself in the intensity of my final year, hoping the pressure of deadlines and the heat of stainless steel kitchens could numb everything I still felt for Liam Black.It worked.Sort of.Chef Conrad Wells was another story."Strict" would’ve been generous. "Ruthle
The holiday break didn’t crash in with confetti or leave with fanfare. It just slipped through the cracks– soft, still, and quietly necessary.The days blurred into cold mornings and familiar routines. Just life, moving forward in small, quiet steps.When the semester resumed, everything moved fast
It didn’t happen overnight. The shift was small at first. Subtle. Like someone had peeled away a layer of fog I didn’t even know I’d been walking through.Chef Conrad didn’t yell the next morning. He didn’t sneer when I accidentally sliced my truffles too thin. He didn’t call my name like it was a
The air at LAX always had a strange kind of weight. Maybe it was all the hellos and goodbyes stitched into the walls. Or maybe it was just me, standing there, suitcase beside me, staring at the departure gate like it might eat me whole.Mom parked the car in the quiet section of the terminal lot, b







