We never expect things to happen in some way. What was the most unexpected thing that happened to you? The most expected thing that happened to me was writing here. And the most unexpected something would be finishing this novel, I guess.
“Who would have imagined that I would see the last of my most precious and important person on that fateful day? It was a day of rain that later turned into storm. My brother, Ricky, was ecstatic to introduce me to his partner, Ren. Little did I know that by "partner," Ricky meant a life partner rather than a business associate. Ricky had always been a bit different from others, but in my eyes, that made us inseparable siblings, close friends, partners in crime, and the only family we had left.”“According to rumors at the orphanage where we grew up, our parents divorced and left us there to start new lives. I was only three years old at the time, so I have no recollection of our parents' faces. However, Ricky was always there for me. Our lives at the orphanage were far from ideal, but Ricky constantly reminded me that it could have been worse.”“When Ricky turned 18 and left the orphanage, he made a promise to come back for me when I reached the same age. Two years later, true to his
After my meeting with my editor Henry, I made my way to Tyto Corporation. Cain had invited me to join him for lunch, so I headed towards the bus stop near the corporation. As I approached the bustling area, I was greeted by a skyline dominated by towering buildings reaching towards the sky. The city exuded an atmosphere of ambition and efficiency, with people dressed in sharp suits hurriedly making their way to various destinations.In our country, three major corporations hold significant influence, their operations spanning across numerous industries. Within our relatively modest-sized city, we are fortunate to host the main headquarters of two of these corporate giants: Tyto and Raymond. These companies, along with their extensive network of subsidiaries, play a pivotal role in shaping the economic landscape and opportunities within our city.Despite its size, our city thrives on the dynamism and energy emanating from these corporate powerhouses. The presence of Tyt
Cain's sudden confession caught me off guard, stirring up a mix of emotions within me. In our almost four months of living together, I never anticipated feeling jealous of Haze, and the events of last night only intensified my confusion. It made me realize that I wanted to protect Haze from everything, even from my own best friend. I couldn't fathom how Haze would react if she were to hear Cain's confession, but for my own part, I wasn't pleased with this unexpected development.Cain noticed the lack of happiness on my face in response to his confession. He asked me with concern, 'Are you okay, Richard? Did something happen between Katy and you?' His question hit me like a slap in the face, reminding me of Katy, my girlfriend whom I had met at the gala. Katy is a remarkable woman – intelligent, beautiful, and captivating. She embodied everything a man could wish for. Yet, when it came to matters concerning Haze, I found myself forgetting about Katy entirely.Cain
I felt surprisingly refreshed after eating the breakfast Richard had prepared for me. It was a small victory, considering my deep-rooted aversion to tomatoes. Ever since Ricky's death, anything red had become a symbol of pain and loss. I had developed a strong aversion and even felt physically ill at the sight of anything red. My therapist believed it was a manifestation of my PTSD, and facing it head-on would help me heal, but I had avoided confronting the painful truth about Ricky's accident.As I reflected, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling surrounding Ricky's presence at the scene of the accident. It was puzzling and didn't quite add up. Why was he there in the first place? The more I dwelled on it, the more the pieces of the puzzle seem to be missing.As I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden phone call interrupted me. Glancing at the screen, I recognized the number and knew I couldn't refuse due to the respect. "Hello, Howard. Did something happen?" I answered
When Howard and I entered the meeting room, only a few board members were present—Dr. Michael Raymond, Omar Tyson, Sophia Carter, and Derek Vaughn.Since most of the major shareholders were in this room, we began without delay.As I made my way to the CEO’s chair, I noticed the subtle shifts in their expressions. Omar’s brows furrowed, Sophia’s lips parted in barely concealed surprise, and Derek, ever composed, merely adjusted his glasses. Only Michael and Howard remained unaffected. Until now, only a select few had known the truth about my existence.Once seated, I turned to Mr. Derek Vaughn, our legal advisor. “Mr. Vaughn, please start the meeting.”Derek nodded, flipping open a file. “The issue we are facing is the sudden acquisition of Tyto Corp shares by an unknown entity. Based on the transactions traced so far, we believe that the purchases are being made through offshore accounts and intermediaries. Howeve
As Howard and I left the meeting room, the discussion still echoed in my mind. Maximillian Duval’s involvement in Tyto Corp was a complication, but complications could be turned into opportunities.“We need to find out exactly what he’s planning,” I murmured, walking toward the CEO’s office.Howard nodded, keeping pace beside me. “You have something in mind?”I nodded. “Maximillian Duval - he's recently returned from abroad, and if he's been acquiring shares of Tyto Corporation, that means he has a reason to do so."Howard hummed in thought. "And you plan to confirm his intentions how?""The upcoming fashion event" I tapped my fingers lightly against my wrist. ""It's the biggest of the year, sponsored by the Torrance family. The second biggest sponsor? The Duval family.”Howard raised an eyebrow. “And?”“It’s the perfect place to meet Maximillian in a settin
The moment Haze and Mr. Howard disappeared into the building; Cain let out a low whistle beside me.“Well, that was unexpected,” he muttered, but this time, there was something different in his voice. Amusement. Intrigue. A flicker of excitement.I glanced at him. “What?”He grinned slightly, rubbing his jaw. “I was already interested in her, but this? This just made her a thousand times more interesting.”I rolled my eyes. “Cain, you just confessed to liking her. You don’t have to act like she’s some unsolved mystery.”“That’s the thing, though.” He turned to me, eyes gleaming. “She is a mystery. And I like mysteries.”I exhaled, shaking my head. “Let’s just go to your office.”He led the way, walking with a slight spring in his step that hadn’t been there before. Unlike me, who was still trying to process the shock of se
The morning after the board meeting, I hurriedly went to Ren’s atelier, the early sunlight casting long shadows across the quiet street. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I had made up my mind since I first saw Ren first time in his atelier. The” Night Time Parade” collection deserved to be seen by the world, and more than that—Ren deserved a second chance. This event, Ethereal Reverie, was the perfect opportunity not only to uncover Maximillian Duval’s true intentions but also to give Ren’s collection the recognition it had been denied.I stepped inside, met with the familiar scent of fabric and faint traces of cologne that still lingered in the air. The atelier was dim, and the usual vibrancy Ren exuded was absent. He barely glanced my way, his greeting a dull, “You’re early.”As I studied him, noticing the way he seemed lost in thought, his usual sharpness dulled. It had only been a few days since Ricky&rsq
The sky was beginning to burn gold as I returned to Carter farm, painting the fields with a warm haze that clung to the treetops. The walk back was quiet, except for the crunch of gravel beneath my boots and the occasional rustle of wind in the wheat.I spotted Henry near the barn, struggling with an old wooden wagon. One of the wheels had come loose, and the frame leaned to one side, looking as tired as the man working on it.“You need a hand?” I called out, already rolling up my sleeves.Henry looked up, surprised—but not displeased. “You don’t mind gettin’ your hands dirty, missy?”I smiled. “Not if the wagon minds getting fixed by a city girl.”Henry chuckled under his breath. “Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”I knelt down beside him, reaching for the tools. As we fixing the wagon “Seems like you could use an extra pair of hands more often,” I said.Henry: “What makes you think that?”I shrugged, because it was obvious. “You don’t look like the kind of guy who likes asking for he
I stepped away from the barn, pressing my phone to my ear. The wind was cooler out here, brushing past my skin like a warning.“Katy?” I answered, already sensing the edge in her voice.“Hey,” she said, her tone clipped. “You didn’t text back last night.”“I was with my family,” I said calmly. “And… Haze. I was showing her around Fairbook.”There was a pause. “Right. Her again.”I sighed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Nothing,” she replied too quickly. “It’s just… I thought this was your family trip. But it feels like you're spending more time with her than with me.”I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Katy, she is planning a company event. And she don’t know anyone around here. I can’t exactly ignore her.”“I’m not asking you to ignore her, Richard. But she’s always there. Even when we’re together in the city, somehow she’s around—at home, in your drafts, in your head.”That last one landed sharper than I expected.I exhaled. “She’s my roommate. And a model under Tyto. I can’t preten
The silence that followed her confirmation wasn't awkward—it was… reverent.I had always imagined the person behind those precise, no-nonsense instructions to be older. Harsher. Someone who wore a mask of strategy without warmth. Someone whose power came from detachment.But it was her.Haze.The woman I watched command attention at board meetings and disappear behind curated smiles. The one who walked through chaos like it was choreography. The one I had grown to admire—slowly, quietly—and eventually, without control.And now I knew.She wasn’t just the face of the company. She was its pulse.I looked at her again—not the same way I did before, not as the model, not even as the woman who had once entered the boardroom to tip the scales—but as the leader who had trusted me enough to carry her instructions, knowing I never knew who she was.“You’re not angry?” she asked, reading my silence as uncertainty.“No,” I answered immediately, surprising both of us.Because I wasn’t.There was
The boardroom was sterile, cold, and too quiet—exactly the kind of silence that preceded war. I sat at the long, polished table, eyes calmly scanning the room as the first few shareholders trickled in. Same faces. Same pattern. Routine.At least, until he walked in.The door creaked open and in strolled Maximillian Duval like he owned the floor beneath him. Confidence clung to him like a tailored suit—sharp, calculated, and impossible to ignore. His presence bent the atmosphere, drawing attention like a magnet. I didn’t react. I didn’t need to. But I braced myself.He wasn’t here for observation. He was here to dominate.The meeting began in its usual rhythm—Howard leading, a few figures nodding, reports flying back and forth. I listened, contributed when necessary, all while maintaining the composure expected of me. For months, I had represented Tyto Corp in public, acting as the face of leadership while answering quietly to someone behind the scenes—someone I only knew through sharp
I woke up early the next morning, feeling surprisingly rested. The sounds of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of wind outside the window had a calming effect on me. It was so peaceful here, so different from the constant hum of the city.As I made my way downstairs, the smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon greeted me. The farmhouse kitchen was warm, with a rustic charm that made me feel oddly at ease.Martha was already busy at the stove, her hands moving expertly as she prepared breakfast. She seemed so at home here, as if this kitchen were an extension of herself.“Good morning,” I said softly, stepping into the room.Martha turned to smile at me. “Morning, Haze. You’re up early.” She continued stirring the pot on the stove without breaking a sweat.I smiled and moved toward the counter. “I’ve always been an early riser. Looks like a great breakfast.”“You must have been raised right, then,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Not many people these days kno
The drive from the airport to the Carter farm was a long one, but I didn’t mind. It had been years since I last came home, and the closer we got, the more memories started resurfacing. The familiar stretch of land, the scent of freshly plowed soil, the sight of the wide-open fields that seemed to go on forever—this was home.And now, Haze was about to see it too.When the car pulled into the long dirt driveway, I stole a glance at her. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared out the window, taking it all in.The Carter house stood tall at the end of the road, a grand old farmhouse with wide porches wrapping around both floors. Its white wooden siding had weathered decades of wind and sun, but it still stood strong, just like my family. A massive barn stood a little farther off, next to the pastures where cattle and horses grazed. Endless fields stretched behind the house, golden from the late afternoon sun, swaying gently in the breeze.Haze finally spoke.“This is… bigger than
The morning had been a whirlwind of finalizing reports, answering emails, and ensuring that everything at Tyto was running smoothly in my absence. As much as I trusted Howard to handle things, a part of me always felt uneasy stepping away—even if just for a month.By the time I was ready to leave for the airport, my mind was buzzing with numbers, schedules, and business strategies. But the moment I stepped out of the building and saw Richard leaning against the car, something shifted.He looked… different. A little tense. A little lost in thought.“You good?” I asked, tossing my bag into the backseat as I slid into the car.Richard blinked, then scoffed. “What? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”I narrowed my eyes. That was not his usual, easygoing response. But before I could dig into it, he turned up the music and started driving, shutting down further questioning.Fine. I had other things to think about.~ At the Airport ~After checking in our luggage, Richard excused himself to
The morning had been a blur. I woke up to a flood of emails, some from publishers, some from writers I had been beta-reading for, and a couple from my agent reminding me about my next deadline. But my mind wasn’t on work—it was still trying to process the fact that I was going home.I hadn’t planned to go back to Fairbook. Not yet. But when Haze mentioned the location of Tyto’s upcoming event, the decision had already been made before I could think twice. The moment I saw her hesitation about staying alone in an unfamiliar place, the words left my mouth:“You could stay at my home.”I leaned against the car, checking my emails as a distraction, until the sound of the door opening pulled me out of my head.“You good?” Haze asked, tossing her bag into the backseat as she slid in.I blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”She narrowed her eyes like she wasn’t buying it. But before she could dig deeper, I turned up the music and pulled onto the road. N
I tossed my keys onto the counter and sank onto the couch, my mind still turning over what had just happened. Fairbook. Of all places, Haze was heading to my hometown—and she hadn’t even known I was from there.I should’ve expected that. She was sharp when it came to her job, but details about people? Sometimes, those slipped right past her. Still, the thought of her in Fairbook, in my home, was… strange. And, if I was being honest, a little amusing.I pulled out my phone and dialed home. It barely rang once before an excited voice picked up.“RICHARD!”I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. “Jesus, Emily, volume.”“**You finally decided to call, huh? What’s the occasion? You miss me? Of course, you do—”“Emily.” I cut her off before she could launch into one of her usual monologues. “I’m coming home tomorrow.”Silence. Then—“WHAT?”I sighed, already regretting making this call. “I have a work thing. Tyto Group is hosting an agricultural event, and we’ll be there for a month.