LOGINDESMOND“It’s been approved,” Victor announced, though there was a noticeable caution in his voice.I leaned back slightly and stared out the window of my hotel room. Returning to New Zealand again has to be insane.“Remind me again,” Victor continued, “why exactly are you arranging a meeting with your ex-wife?”I rubbed a hand across my jaw. “It’s nothing personal.”He scoffed. “Is that what you keep telling yourself? Or is that the lie you're feeding yourself so you can sleep better at night?”I exhaled slowly. “I just need an artwork from her.”“And where exactly are you planning to put this artwork?” he demanded. “Your house? Because if you do, your wife is going to rain down fire and brimstone on your head. Your office? Then that means you're hiding it from her, which is somehow even worse.”“Victor_”“No, listen to me,” he cut in. “There are thousands of artists in the world. Thousands. You have more money than most people can dream of. You can buy artwork from anyone. So why do
ORION Caught off guard by my blatant arrogance, she stared at me for a moment, blinking slowly as if trying to decide whether I was serious or simply insane. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her wineglass. “I can have hotel management throw you out of this place.” she threatened coldly, her eyes narrowing into slits. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “I think the hotel values its investors a lot more than a random woman who merely reserved a table for lunch.” The confidence in my voice made her expression falter. “You’re an investor here?” That wasn't why I was here, so correcting her assumption wasn't necessary. “Eudora. I heard you paid her a visit at the gallery.” I leaned slightly forward. “What exactly was the purpose of that meeting?” She released her wineglass and folded her arms across her chest. “Tell me something first,” she replied. “Are you an enemy of Eudora's or one of her admirers?” “That’s not the answer to my question.” I deadpanned. “Let's
ORION“Desmond has been relentlessly demanding a meeting with you,” Cartier announced as he strode into my office without bothering to knock. He tossed a thick folder onto my desk before taking a step back.I lifted my gaze from the documents I had been reviewing and frowned. “Desmond wants to meet with me?”A chuckle escaped Cartier as he noticed the confusion on my face. Pulling out the chair opposite mine, he dropped into it and crossed one leg over the other.“Not exactly with you,” he clarified. “He's been sending requests through the management email, demanding a meeting with Eudora.”Just how desperate is that bastard becoming?“Grant him the meeting.”Cartier raised an eyebrow. “With you or with Eudora?”My head snapped up instantly. “Have you completely lost your mind?” I hissed.Cartier winced slightly.“Why on earth would you grant him a meeting with Eudora?”“I was just making sure,” he muttered defensively before pointing toward the folder he had brought in. “Anyway, tha
EUDORAThe loud ring of my landline dragged me out of the creative haze I always fell into whenever I painted.With a quiet sigh, I set my brush down on the easel tray and wiped my fingers on a cloth before making my way across the room. I already knew who it was. Very few people dared interrupt me while I was working.Aria was one of them.Orion was the other.Picking up the receiver, I pressed it to my ear.“Hello, Aria?”“There’s someone here to see you.”I frowned slightly, already reaching behind me to untie the strings of my paint-stained apron “Who?”“Mrs. Nelson.”My fingers paused midway through the knot “Camellia is here to see me?”“Yes.”A dry laugh escaped me.Of all the people I had expected to hear about today, Camellia Nelson was not one of them.“Well,” I muttered as I resumed untying the apron, “let her in.”I hung up the phone and stood still for a moment, wondering what could possibly bring her all the way here.Curiosity eventually won.After removing the apron, I
DESMONDA few days later, I found myself standing in front of the old woman’s shop once again.The small bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside and the old woman looked up from behind the counter.The moment she saw me, recognition lit up her face.“It’s you,” she said warmly. “I remember you.” A smile spread across her wrinkled face.I didn’t return it.“I have some questions,” I said directly. “About that night.”Her smile faded slightly as she studied my face, then she nodded. “Of course.” She gestured toward one of the empty tables near the corner of the shop. “Let’s sit down.”As I walked toward the chair, she slowly followed behind me.“What can I get for you?” she asked politely. “Tea? Coffee? Something cold?”“Nothing.”The truth was that I didn’t trust the cleanliness of the place enough to eat or drink anything from it.Taking a seat, I placed my iPad on the table, unlocked it and turned the screen toward her.The picture showed Camellia as a child.I pointed at the
DESMONDMy driver slowly pulled the car into the driveway and stopped beneath the porch of my house. Through the rear-view mirror, he glanced at me, patiently waiting for me to open the door and step out.But I didn’t move.Instead, I remained seated in the back seat, staring blankly through the window with no desire to go inside. The thought of walking through those doors and facing my constantly complaining wife drained what little energy I had left.Minutes passed.Then more minutes.Before I realized it, over thirty minutes had gone by, and I was still sitting in the same spot.“Sir,” my driver finally said carefully, breaking the silence, “is there anywhere else you’d like me to take you?”I looked at him briefly and forced a small shake of my head.“No.”Without another word, I opened the door and stepped out of the car.Thankfully, Camellia wasn’t home. I headed straight upstairs, took a long shower, and changed into comfortable clothes before climbing into bed, hoping sleep w
EUDORAI jerked awake in the middle of the night, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Sweat soaked my skin, clinging my nightdress to my body. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember the dream that had dragged me out of sleep in s
ORIONI watched Eudora with pride as she brought Chun over with her knowledge of Chinese culture. I knew all I had to do was create an opening, and she would do the work herself.“I guess it finally makes sense as to why my son decided not to change a black suit to match the theme of the event.”My
ORIONTaylor pulled up in front of Orion’s family estate driveway and I watched through the car window as he stepped out of the house and made his way toward me. The security guards stationed around the property immediately straightened and bowed their heads in greeting. Orion acknowledged them wit
EUDORA“That was quick,” Aria pointed out from the other end of the phone call, one of her brows arched in suspicion as she studied me through the screen. “Did something happen?”I forced a smile, but it felt stiff on my face.Did something happen?Only the fact that my past in New York refused to







