“where was he last night?” Amanda asked with a raised brow.
“I am not at liberty to discuss Master Ethan or his dealings.” Arthur replied as decently as he could even though he did not want to deal with the mean and spiteful woman who was once the wife of Ethan Lockwood. Now, she was just his cheating ex who was staying in the house till alimony and property dividing was decided by the lawyer.
Whipped in the love that Amanda once had for him, Ethan hadn’t even thought of a prenup. Boy, did he regret it now.
Even as he walked through his front door, he dreaded coming face to face with her.
“what’s for breakfast?” he asked Arthur, his loyal butler who had been with him ever since he was a little boy.
“French toast sir, your favorite.” He smiled.
“I don’t like it.” Amanda spoke up.
“Then it’s a blessing I did not have enough made for you.” Arthur glared as he walked away.
“Where were you?” She confronted Ethan who was on the way to his room.
“not your business.” He replied, trying to get away from her.
“I am not legally divorced yet, so yes, it is my business.” She scoffed, following him to his room.
“Well, maybe I was cheating on you with your brother. Oh wait, that was what you did.” He offered her a strained smile before returning to a stony expression.
“Oh come on, as if you have never made a mistake!” She exclaimed, “We can still work this out!”
“So you’re willing to leave Hunter?” Ethan crossed his arms and leaned on the doors of his closet.
“Maybe we can compromise?” She asked and he scoffed, immediately turning away from her.
“Get out of my room Amanda.” He ordered, his voice low and deep. He meant every word and she knew he would use this experience against her in the divorce proceedings if she pushed him.
“Fine.” Amanda walked out of his room and he felt at peace again.
He half wished he could still be in the arms of Ruby who had cuddled him through the night. He let her sleep there when he woke and left a wad of money near her. He did not want to be there when she woke up. Something about it was far more vulnerable than he was willing to be.
Ethan did not have time to think of her however, he had work to get to. That was what he told himself. However, all he could think was of Ruby.
Ruby or Minnie, which was her real name, on the other hand was not thinking of him at all. In fact all she could think of was how to make him come back to her. He was a vulnerable rich man who needed a girl for comfort and she was a girl who needed money. She had hit the jackpot!
As a struggling law student, she needed the money more than anything and a single night with him was more than enough to make sure she paid half her semester fees.
“Stand in the same place and wait for him to come to you.” Her roommate, Ellie advised.
“And what if he doesn’t show up. What if this was just a one-night thing?” Minnie looked at the remaining money in her hand, “Oh man. I wish he shows up.”
“That’s all that you can do.” Ellie shrugged, “but damn, thousands of dollars just for cuddling? Are you sure he didn’t drug you and take advantage of you?”
“He didn’t. “ Minnie smiled at the recollection of the night, “he was perfect. A perfect gentleman…he didn’t even try to look at me with lust. But when he hugged me…”
“he groped you…?”
“no, he-“
“He made lewd comments?”
“No! God, let me finish. He melted into me. Like he had never been hugged before and had been craving it.”
“Poor guy…” Ellie mumbled, “Drain him of his money.”
Minnie laughed out loud, “You’re so rotten.”
“Come on, now let’s take the rest of his money and go eat a nice dinner! Fine dining is just a step away.” Ellie bounced on the bed in excitement.
“Absolutely not. I need groceries. I’ll cook.” Minnie got up and walked out, bidding goodbye to her roommate.
She may not want to admit it to Ellie but she enjoyed the night as well. The past few years had gone by in a blur of tears, stress and begging people for handouts. Where a few years ago she had a loving family who had put her in college, now she had a drunk mom and an estranged sister who did not even know if she was alive or dead. Her college was expensive and she had sold everything she had had. It was a blessing that Ellie was well off and generous. She had covered the rent many times but Minnie knew she couldn’t take advantage of that. She had slept hungry so many nights that sleeping with a full stomach had become uncomfortable.
When she hugged Ethan and they sank into each other’s arms, he wasn’t the only one feeling peace for the first time in a long time.
The soft smell of woody amber from his cologne, the smooth skin on his chest, the way his strong arms encompassed her and the way he breathed. Soft and slow. At peace with just her in his arms. It was the best sleep that she had had.
Shaking her head, she put the thought of him out of her head. She had classes to go to… paid ones. The thought alone made her happy.
The Lockwood estate sat under a velvet twilight, its towering windows glowing amber like the eyes of some slumbering beast. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.Ethan stood in the private library, a lowball glass in one hand, swirling the contents with muted irritation. The silence was thick—until a sharp knock echoed through the hallway.He frowned. Unannounced visitors were not something he welcomed, especially not now.A butler opened the door, and there they were.Amanda and Hunter.Ethan’s jaw clenched.Amanda walked in first, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her designer trench coat draped like a fashion magazine cover. Behind her came Hunter, equally smug, his hands shoved into the pockets of a sharply tailored coat.“I see Marlena still believes in family dinners,” Ethan muttered under his breath.“Nice to see you too, brother,” Hunter said with an insufferable grin. “Missed you at the last gathering.”“I don’t make a habit of attending farces.”Amanda
The knock at the door was sharp and impatient—too impatient to be Ellie returning with her ridiculous stash of wedding magazines. Minnie, still in her robe, padded across the apartment floor with a frown knitting her brows. Her body ached faintly from the long fitting earlier, her nerves frayed by too many emotions she hadn’t yet named.When she opened the door, her breath caught.There, standing with a worn duffel slung over one shoulder and an expression both hesitant and defiant, was her sister.Cassie.She was thinner than Minnie remembered, her once fiery curls now dulled by time and wear. A leather jacket hung off her frame, and her eyes—those same sharp brown eyes—held years of distance, regret, and something close to guilt.Minnie didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Cassie was the first to break the silence.“Hey, Min.”Minnie’s throat felt tight. “Cass.”“I… I heard about Mom.”Minnie stepped aside before she could think too much about it. Cassie entered like a ghost returning to a pl
The morning sunlight streamed weakly through the apartment windows, but it didn’t bring any warmth to the heaviness sitting in Minnie’s chest. She sat at the small kitchen table, dressed in an oversized hoodie and flannel pants, her uneaten toast resting cold on the plate. A chipped mug of coffee had long gone cold beside her.Across the kitchen, Ellie stirred a pot of oatmeal distractedly. Her eyes flicked over to Minnie again and again, concern knitting her brows. “You’ve been quiet all morning,” she finally said. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”Minnie didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were fixed on a crack in the wall above the sink, as though it held the answers to a thousand questions she was too afraid to ask.“I saw Ethan yesterday,” she murmured at last.Ellie perked up. “You did? When?”“At work. He tried to talk to me. We… we ended up in the storeroom again.”Ellie set down the spoon and crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “And? Don’t keep me hanging.”Minnie
The doorbell rang long after sunset, the sound slicing through the silence of Minnie’s apartment like a blade. She didn’t move at first. Wrapped in a knit sweater, hair tied in a loose braid, she sat curled on her couch, one hand clasped around a lukewarm mug of tea. She already knew who it was.Ethan.The second chime was softer, followed by a knock. Three gentle raps. Hesitant. Apologetic.Minnie stood slowly, ignoring the twinge in her side. Her injuries had mostly healed, but pain still bloomed beneath the surface—wounds that bandages couldn’t fix. She padded toward the door and opened it just a crack, just enough to see him standing there.Ethan Lockwood looked wrecked.His usually pristine hair was mussed like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times. His jaw was tight, his eyes tired. He held a paper bag from a local bakery in one hand and a bottle of something that looked suspiciously like soda in the other.“I brought cookies,” he said, voice low.Minnie didn’t answer, did
Sunlight filtered through the arched windows of the private bridal boutique, casting golden pools of light across ivory silks and glimmering chiffons. Minnie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her reflection fractured between fabric swatches and the weight of a future she hadn’t quite chosen.Ellie flitted around her like a bright, persistent butterfly—lifting veils, holding shoes against her calves, tucking and pinning lace with the efficiency of a born stylist.“Oh my god, this one,” Ellie gasped, holding up a sleek satin gown with delicate spaghetti straps. “It’s so simple. So you. Look at the neckline—it’s subtle but sexy. Classic Audrey Hepburn vibes.”Minnie turned toward the gown slowly, heart thudding with quiet apprehension. She hadn’t wanted this. Not the fittings, not the dress, not the attention. And yet, the idea of disappointing Ellie—or looking back one day and regretting not choosing something beautiful—had pushed her into agreeing.The gown Ellie held was unlike
The office was unusually quiet.Minnie Love had made it her mission to keep her head down and stay invisible. She timed her lunch break to avoid crowds, dodged the elevator when she knew Ethan might be using it, and pretended to be far more engrossed in data entries than she truly was. Her wound still ached—a dull throb that mirrored the confusion pressing against her chest—but she didn’t have the luxury to tend to either.Especially not with Marlena Lockwood’s words echoing in her head like a threat dressed as opportunity.Marry Ethan Lockwood, or risk everything being exposed. Her past. Ruby. The truth she’d buried so deep it had begun to feel like a bad dream.And now? That dream was one signature away from becoming her reality.Minnie kept her gaze fixed on her monitor even as she felt Ethan’s presence in every room he walked into. His silence was louder than his voice ever could be. He hadn’t approached her since the moment his eyes widened in stunned disbelief at the revelation