LOGINEthan’s POVI stood across the street from Lexi’s work place for a full minute before I went in.The place looked the same as always with warm light spilling through the windows, the chalkboard sign out front with some clever quote about caffeine and survival. It shouldn’t have felt intimidating. I’d walked into boardrooms full of people waiting for me to screw up and felt less exposed than I did standing there, staring at a door she might slam in my face.Alex’s voice echoed in my head. Stop hiding.I pushed the door open.The bell chimed, sharp and cheerful, completely at odds with the knot in my chest. The smell of food hit me first, rich and familiar. Then I saw her.Lexi stood behind the counter, hair pulled back, sleeves rolled up, moving with that quiet efficiency that always made it look like she belonged exactly where she was. She was laughing at something a customer said, and the sound landed in my ribs like a punch.She looked happy.The laugh died the second her eyes fo
Alex’s POV I didn’t go to NBN because I wanted to.I went because some lines get drawn whether you acknowledge them or not and I intended to make sure they were drawn where I could see them.The building rose out of the city like a huge obstruction. The glass, steel, the kind of architecture meant to project neutrality while quietly shaping opinion. I had been here before, years ago, when they still pretended to be interested in me. Back when the man at the top hadn’t decided that my name made for better for bad news than truth.I stepped out of the car and adjusted my jacket, the morning air sharp enough to keep my thoughts precise. This wasn’t a rage visit. Rage was sloppy. This was a visit with a purpose.Security recognized me instantly. That was the first thing that told me that I was expected.The elevator ride was silent, the numbers climbing too slowly. I checked my phone once, more out of habit than need. Ariana hadn’t messaged. She didn’t know I was here.That was intenti
Ariana’s POV The apartment was quiet in that soft, early-morning way that felt borrowed from another life.Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pale and gentle, warming the edges of the room without demanding anything from me. I sat on the couch with a mug of tea cradled between my hands, my feet tucked beneath me, my phone face down on the coffee table like it might bite if I looked at it too long.Dinner at my parents’ house still clung to me like a smell I couldn’t wash off.Alex moved around the kitchen, barefoot, sleeves rolled up as he made breakfast with the kind of ease that came from not being rattled by much. He glanced over at me every few seconds, checking without asking. I loved him for that, how he gave me space without leaving me alone.My phone buzzed, once, then again.I stared at it, my stomach tightening before I’d even touched it. Finally, I flipped it over.It was an email notification.Subject: Interview Request – National Network Spotlight
Ariana’s POVIf anxiety had a taste, it would be the metallic tang sitting at the back of my tongue as Alex’s car pulled into my parents’ driveway.Nothing about the house had changed. Same porch, same wide windows, same unspoken rule that appearances mattered more than comfort.I’d grown up learning how to sit straight, smile politely, and swallow anything inconvenient.Tonight felt no different, except now I was pregnant, engaged, and walking in with a man whose name carried more weight than my entire family combined.Alex cut the engine and turned to me. “You okay?”I nodded automatically, then shook my head. “No, but I will be.”His hand slid over mine, warm and steady. “We leave if you want to.”That alone eased something in my chest. “Let’s get it over with.”Inside, the house smelled like expensive candles and roasted meat. The kind of dinner scent meant to signal stability and success. My mum had always been good at that…..curating an image.She appeared almost immediately, pe
Ariana's POV Alex’s penthouse always felt quieter in the afternoon, like the city held its breath just for us.Sunlight spilled across the marble floors, staying on the glass walls and turning everything soft and gold. I was curled against Alex on the couch, my legs tucked beneath me, his arm draped easily around my shoulders as it had always belonged there. His thumb traced absent-minded circles on my arm, slow and grounding.This was the calm I hadn’t known I needed.“You’re smiling,” he said, lips brushing the top of my head.“I am?” I tilted my face up toward him.“Mhm. The kind you don’t notice.” His mouth curved. “What are you thinking about?”I shrugged. “Nothing dramatic for once. Just… being here.”His hand stilled for a fraction of a second before tightening gently. “I like it when you’re here.”The simplicity of it made my chest ache. “I like being here too.”We had been like this all day: no meetings, no calls, no chaos. Just us, wrapped up in a bubble that felt dangero
Alex’s POVEthan came to my penthouse mid-afternoon without calling first. That alone told me something was wrong.He didn’t take off his jacket or sit. He walked straight to the windows, looked out like the city had personally offended him, then turned around.“She’s impossible,” he said.I closed the door and folded my arms. “Good to see you too.”“I’m serious, Alex.”“I know,” I said. “You only barge in like this when you’re spiraling. Coffee?”“No.”“You are drunk anyway.”He ignored the cup when I handed it to him. “I don’t get her.”“Who? Lexi? You’ve said that before.”“And it keeps being true,” he snapped. Then he paused, like he realized who he was talking to. “Sorry.”I waited.“We spent the night together,” he said finally.I nodded once. “Okay.”“That’s it?” he asked.“What reaction were you expecting?”“Something,” he muttered. “Advice, judgment. A warning about Ariana killing me.”“That part comes later,” I said. “Go on.”He ran a hand through his hair. “Everything was f







