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Jason's POV
The boardroom went silent the moment I walked in with my assistant right behind me. Four years ago, I couldn't even get a bank to return my calls. But now I didn't have to say a word. All I had to do was enter the room, and twelve grown men who managed departments generating millions of dollars would stop talking mid-sentence like a bunch of five-year-olds caught doing something wrong. They all stood up, most of them adjusting their suits. “Good afternoon, Mr. Cross.” I took my seat at the head of the table. And as usual, nobody sat until I did. Daniel, my assistant, cleared his throat as he set the paperwork right in front of me. “Mr. Cross,” he said. “We have gone through the last company standing in the way of our expansion into the East Coast design market.” I leaned back in my chair. “Which company?” Daniel tapped his tablet, and the screen behind him changed. The name was displayed boldly on the screen, Lumina Creative Group. I already knew the name. I had known it for months, actually, ever since my acquisitions team first flagged it as the one boutique firm standing between Cross Group from having total control of the design and branding sector on the East Coast. The company was small, scrappy, and the person at the top was stubborn to the core — stubborn to the point that they rejected numerous offers from my company, the kind of offers most companies wished for. “They have turned down three buyout offers,” Daniel continued. “Even when each one is more generous than the last.” “Who runs it?” I asked, raising my brows slightly. Daniel clicked to the next slide, and that's when I saw it. The picture of the woman who had destroyed my life four years ago, and walked away like what we had didn't matter. Aria Bennett. She was no longer the fragile ballerina who left me four years ago; she was now the CEO and Founder of Lumina Creative Group. And knowing it was her company made me want to destroy it the more and take it away from her. I stared at the photo longer than I should have, noticing small details I shouldn’t even care about. Somehow, it was her hair that caught my attention more than anything else. She had cut it. It used to fall past her shoulders, and I remembered the way it felt between my fingers when I kissed her. But now it barely reached her jaw. It was short and made her look different. It looked like the woman staring back at me from the corporate photo was someone I had never known. But her eyes hadn’t changed one bit. It was still those impossible ocean blue eyes that used to warm my heart in less than a second. I felt my jaw tighten before I even realized I’d clenched it. “Mr. Cross, did you want us to move forward with the check, or—” “Everyone out,” I said, cutting him off. “ I need a minute. Now.” The room fell silent. Then the chairs began to scrape across the floor as the twelve men grabbed their laptops and folders and left without questioning me. Daniel stopped by the door. “Sir—” “That means you too.” The door clicked shut behind Daniel as he left. I sat there alone with her face on the screen, and for a moment, I let myself remember everything. The first thing that came to my mind wasn’t the fight. Neither was it her face when she said the words. Instead, what came back first, what always came back first, was the silence and how I felt just after she left. I remembered how the apartment we had shared for two years suddenly became mine again. It hurt every time I was brushing my teeth, but her toothbrush was no longer in the cup by the sink. I could never forget when I stood in the kitchen at two in the morning, staring at the space on the counter where her favorite mug used to be. That was the first time in my life I understood what it meant for a person to walk away from my life without a proper goodbye. I never knew why she left me at first. But a few months later, my mom revealed everything to me. She told me how Aria had accepted fifty thousand dollars from her to leave my life for good. I always thought that she wasn’t the type who was after my family's money, but I turned out to be wrong about her. All she needed was a few thousand dollars for her true color to finally show. When I realized the truth, I never went looking for Aria to explain anything to me. There was no need for that, not when she'd taken the money and left me. A knock pulled me from my thoughts. The door opened slightly, and Daniel looked in. “Sir, I am sorry to interrupt, but the board needs a decision by the end of the day.” “Bring everyone back in,” I told him, closing the folder and pushing it aside. “Okay”, he replied and left. A few minutes later, the board members were back in the room and took their seats. They looked uneasy, but no one asked why I had sent them away in the first place. I waited for the last person to sit before I spoke. “Draft the offer,” I said. “Whatever it takes. I want Lumina Creative Group by the end of the quarter.” “She’s turned down every offer so far, sir.” Daniel hesitated, then continued. “Some sources say she’d rather shut the company down than sell it to a firm like ours.” I almost smiled at that. I don’t know why, but the thought of her stubbornness, even to the point of self-destruction, stirred something in me. I pulled the folder back toward me, the one with her company profile, and her photo at the top. “Destroy everything she built. I don't care what it takes.” I said, closing the folder.Jason’s POVThe word hit me harder than any punch I had taken in my life.“Daddy.”I stared down at the small boy in front of me, my hands still resting on his shoulders from when I had caught him. The child was small, he was four years old at most. He had dark hair that fell a little messily over his forehead. And wide, serious eyes that refused to look away from my face.For a second, something flashed in my mind when I looked at those eyes. The shape. The color. It was a resemblance that felt so much like—Aria.No.It was impossible.Aria had killed our baby years ago. She had looked me in the eye and told me that the child was gone.She had taken the money and walked away. Whatever this boy was, he was not mine. He was not hers. He was simply a child who had mistaken a stranger for someone else.My assistant, Daniel, stood a few feet behind me. We had been walking through the park back to the car after a last-minute site inspection nearby. Daniel had been speaking about the
Noah’s POVI woke up and my head didn’t hurt anymore.For a long time my head had felt hot and heavy, like someone had put a big warm hat on me that I couldn’t take off. Mommy kept putting cold clothes on my face and whispering soft things to me. I remember throwing up and crying and holding her shirt really tight. But today the heavy feeling was gone. My tummy felt normal again. I could breathe easily.I sat up in my bed and looked around. The morning light was coming through the curtains, making little stripes on the floor. I liked those stripes. Sometimes I tried to jump from one to the other without touching the dark parts.“Mommy?” I called.She came into the room quickly, like she always did when I called her. Her hair was a little messy and her eyes looked tired, but she smiled when she saw me sitting up.“You’re awake,” she said, sitting on the edge of my bed. She put her hand on my forehead the way she always did. “Fever’s gone. How do you feel, baby?”“I’m okay,” I said.
Aria’s POVI grabbed my bag from my desk and left the office. I ignored the few curious looks from some of the staff, and walked straight out of Cross Tower.Jason never gave me permission to leave early. And I didn’t ask for it either. Not when I had to go see my son.By the time I reached the apartment, Noah was curled up on the couch with a damp cloth on his forehead. His little face was flushed, and his eyes were glassy with fever. The second he saw me, he stretched out his arms.“Mommy…”I dropped everything and pulled him against me. His skin was burning.Mrs. Harris stood nearby, looking exhausted. “His fever spiked around four. He threw up twice. I already gave him the medicine the doctor recommended.”I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.”The rest of the night blurred, I pressed a damp cloth on his forehead, let him take small sips of water, and whispered soft reassurances to him. Noah clung to me every time I tried to step away. A
Aria’s POVToday, Jason scheduled a meeting concerning a project.Even in the boardroom Jason was still deciding to turn down every suggestion I made.And things got worse when Mark decided to speak up for me.Mark had been with me since the early days of Lumina. He was one of the few people who stayed loyal even after Cross Group took over. When Jason dismissed one of my design ideas in front of everyone, Mark didn’t stay quiet.“With respect, Mr. Cross,” Mark said, his voice steady, “that direction weakens the brand. We’ve tested it. The clients responded better to the original approach.”The room went silent.Jason didn’t raise his voice. He simply looked at Mark with that cold, empty expression.“Is that your professional opinion,” Jason asked quietly, “or are you still loyal to a company that no longer exists?”Mark’s face tightened. “I’m loyal to good work.”Jason leaned back in his chair. “Then you’ll do good work somewhere else. Effective immediately, you’re reassigned to the
Jason's POV I had spent the last hour complaining over Aria’s work, not because it was flawed, but because it was the only way I could punish her. But a huge part of me knew I was doing this to have her around longer. Even if I hated to admit it.I knew if I didn't find a reason to reject her layouts, she would walk out at 6:00 p.m. sharp like every other worker, and I’d be left alone.I pressed the intercom button. "Ms. Bennett. My office. Bring the Lennox boards."I didn’t wait for a response and I dropped the line. Three minutes later, the door swung open with a violence that told me she hadn't lost her fire.Aria stood there, looking exhausted, her hair was even slightly messy and she was still wearing the necklace I had given her years ago again. My heart ached seeing her like this."It’s seven o'clock, Jason," she said, walking toward my desk. "My team is gone. My designers are home. Why am I still here?""You're here because this is important," I lied, sliding the folder to
Aria’s POVI didn’t sleep.Instead, I sat on the edge of Noah’s bed long after his breathing had evened out, watching the rise and fall of his small chest under the dinosaur blanket. Jason's threat kept ringing in my head, and I knew I had to do something to save the forty-one workers in my company.One thing was for sure: if I refused Jason, he wouldn’t just take Lumina. He would burn it. Clients would vanish, contracts would be terminated. My designers, the interns who still believed in me, Priya, who stayed late without complaining, and all of them would be out of work because of my pride.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from Noah’s forehead.I had to do this for the forty-one workers. And most importantly, Noah, so I could still provide for him.By the time the sky started turning gray, I had already made my decision.The next morning, I arrived at Cross Group headquarters at 8:17 a.m. The building was everything Lumina wasn’t. It had floor-to-ceiling windows, p







