MasukORIONA business emergency dragged me back to New York for a few days, and while I was there, I decided I might as well pay the witness a visit. It had been on my mind for a while, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally get some answers.The address led us to a small, aging restaurant tucked away on a quiet street.Not wanting to walk in, ask questions, and immediately make the old woman suspicious, Cartier and I took a table and ordered two bowls of soup. I had no intention of actually eating. The food was simply an excuse to sit down and make ourselves look like regular customers.Cartier, however, appeared to have completely different plans.I leaned back in my chair and watched with amusement as he attacked the bowl in front of him. Spoon after spoon disappeared into his mouth at an alarming speed. Within minutes, half the soup was gone.I raised an eyebrow.“When was the last time you actually ate something?” I asked with a chuckle. “You’re eating like a man who
ORION“I’ve been thinking about moving away.”My eyes shifted from Ariel, who was laughing happily with her friends a few feet away, to Eudora.“Are you running away because of Desmond and Camellia?” I asked bluntly.Keeping her eyes on Ariel, she released a long, tired sigh before slowly shaking her head. “No, I’m not running away. I’m protecting my daughter.”“Sounds exactly the same to me.”The thought alone irritated me. The fact that she was considering leaving the life she had built…leaving me, made my jaw clench.She turned away from Ariel and looked at me.“Desmond has shown up,” she said softly. “Camellia has shown up too. And sooner or later, her parents will find me as well.”She paused for a moment.“If they keep appearing one after another, it’s only a matter of time before they discover the truth about Ariel.”The fear in her voice was subtle, but I heard it.“You can’t hide forever,” I clasped my hands together tightly, stopping myself from reaching for her. Every insti
DESMOND“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
EUDORAThe moment we arrived outside the auditorium, I quickly stepped out of the car and rushed around to the back seat to retrieve my canvas.The young man, still a complete mystery to me, since I still didn’t even know his name, got out of the car just after me.Almost instantly, the security gu
EUDORAI made a quick stop at the mall to grab more milk for Ariel… and when I say quick stop, I mean I was barely inside for five minutes. I rushed in, grabbed what I needed, paid for it, and walked right back out, already thinking about getting home. So tell me why I have been stranded outside my
EUDORATwo years later, and honestly, life still wasn’t looking as great as I once imagined it would.If there was one thing I could proudly say I had done right, it was my daughter.My beautiful seventeen-month-old baby girl, Ariel.She was the brightest part of my life, the one thing that made ev
EUDORA When I arrived in New Zealand, my new flatmate, who also happened to be an old university mate of mine, came to pick me up from the airport.She had offered a few days earlier during one of our calls, and honestly, I saw no reason to refuse. After spending long hours on a flight, the last t







