“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 morning sun had a gentle way of spilling over the bay windows of their new home—so different from the thunder, sleet, and storms that had framed the darker chapters of their past. Here, there was quiet. Here, there was warmth.Minnie stood barefoot in the kitchen, clad in one of Ethan’s shirts, her fingers wrapped around a mug of jasmine tea. The silence of the house was comforting—fragile, but soft, like a paper lantern. Outside, the city buzzed as it always did, but inside, time slowed.Ethan walked in moments later, towel draped over his shoulders, fresh from a morning run. He looked at her for a long second—just looked. And she offered a small smile. Their language had changed since everything; it was subtler now, tender in a way that only two scarred souls could manage.“Tea?” she offered.He nodded. “Thanks.”She poured him a cup and passed it over. Their fingers brushed, and neither flinched. Small victories.They sat at the breakfast nook, the air between them filled with
The grand ballroom of the Lockwood estate gleamed beneath the glow of twin crystal chandeliers, each one older than the estate itself and imported from a forgotten French palace. They cast kaleidoscopic reflections across the polished marble floors—light sparkling like champagne bubbles bursting midair. The subtle perfume of white roses and sandalwood drifted on the air as music swelled gently in the background—refined jazz played by a live quartet tucked into the far corner. This wasn’t merely a party. It was a moment decades in the making.Tonight was a celebration. Of love. Of survival. Of victory.Ethan Lockwood stood near the towering arched windows that framed the estate’s moonlit gardens, a glass of aged Macallan scotch in his hand. The black tailored suit he wore hugged him like royalty, no tie, just the open-collar ease of a man comfortable in his power. He looked out over the crowd, seeing not faces but journeys—board members who once doubted him, clients who had turned away
Cassie folded her arms, leaning against the doorway with one eyebrow raised as she watched Ellie spin in front of the mirror for the third time."Okay," Cassie said dryly. "Either you're auditioning for a perfume commercial, or you're going on a date with a guy who used to be a total mess."Ellie paused mid-spin, smoothing down the flowy teal dress she had chosen—one that clung in all the right places but still looked effortlessly casual. “Can’t it be both?”Cassie smirked. “Just making sure you’re aware you said yes to Hunter. You know… Hunter Lockwood. Formerly engaged to She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, casually tried to burn down his brother’s life?”Ellie reached for her earrings. “He didn’t try to burn it down. He just… temporarily lost his moral compass.”Cassie rolled her eyes. “His compass was on fire and spinning wildly. And now you’re his north star?”Ellie paused, then looked at herself in the mirror. “He’s changed, Cass. You’ve seen it. He’s calm now. He’s funny. He actually l
The clink of porcelain against marble echoed softly in the Lockwood estate's sun-drenched kitchen. Marlena stood at the counter, pouring a second cup of coffee, her sharp eyes scanning through the financial pages. She looked up when she heard Ethan’s footsteps, her son walking in with that look on his face—the one she recognized from when he was a boy, about to ask for something bold.“Sit,” she said without looking, sliding him a cup. “You’ve got that expression again.”Ethan smirked, pulling out the stool across from her. “What expression?”“The one that usually ends with me getting a phone call from a private investigator or a very confused lawyer.”He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No lawyers involved this time. Promise.”“That’s a relief.”He took a sip and looked at her. Really looked at her.There were still fine creases around her eyes, but they’d softened lately. The Marlena of the last few weeks had thawed—not completely, of course—but enough to let warmth peek thr
Chapter: The Interview That Changed EverythingThe studio lights were almost blinding, but Ethan Lockwood sat with his back straight, jaw tight, and expression calm. He wore a crisp black suit with a dark navy shirt beneath it—no tie. He didn’t need one to command attention. His silence spoke louder than most men’s shouts.The host, a seasoned woman in her early fifties named Lana , sat across from him. She had the reputation of being sharp, fair, and unflinchingly direct. This was not just an interview—it was a trial by media, a public reckoning. The audience knew it. So did Ethan.“Mr. Lockwood,” Lana began, her voice smooth but piercing. “You’ve had a tumultuous year. The public has followed every twist in your story. First, your unexpected engagement, then the revelation that your wife was involved in a corporate data breach, followed by a kidnapping and near-death experience. Why did you agree to this interview?”Ethan took a moment, then looked her square in the eyes. “Because t
The prison gates loomed before them, tall and gray against the cold morning light.Ethan adjusted his collar as he stepped out of the black sedan, Minnie following closebehind, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. The air was thick with tension, thoughneither of them said a word as they were escorted through security.They hadn’t come to gloat. That had never been the purpose, at least not for Minnie.But Ethan—he had questions. Questions that had clawed at the edges of his mind forweeks, demanding answers. And today, Amanda had no choice but to face them.Inside, the visiting room was just as sterile and harsh as they imagined. White walls.Metal chairs bolted to the floor. A guard stationed at every corner.Amanda was already seated.Gone was the sleek, coiffed woman who once stormed into rooms like a queen. Her hairwas disheveled, tied into a limp ponytail. Her eyes were puffy and shadowed. She didn’tlook surprised to see them—only annoyed."Oh look," she said, her voice dr