LOGINCATHERINE POV
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Ma’am, the clients are at the office. They’re requesting an urgent meeting.”
My fingers drummed against my thigh. My gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery outside, the fading skyline melting into the distance while the rich scent of car leather filled my nostrils.
“Escort them out. I don't do urgent. meetings.”
“I tried, but”
“If they persist, call security and have them thrown out of my building. The Vance Reconstruction Group doesn't tolerate disrespect.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hung up. I had too much work to deal with and zero patience for corporate drama especially on the night of the Lockwood dinner party.
No matter how much I had objected, Adrian was set in stone about my attendance. He claimed it was the ultimate opportunity for me to expand. I already dominated Ohio, no local company could compete with half of what I’d built over the last five years.
Ohio was small and while I could expand further, I chose not to. The bigger my footprint grew, the higher the risk of being exposed to the wrong eyes.
The car ground to a halt. I turned my head, staring up at the imposing architecture of the building ahead.
A soft smile touched my lips as I stepped out, my heels clicking against the tarmac. But my steps faltered the moment my eyes landed on three matching pairs of grey eyes.
They hadn't noticed me yet.
Sera stood with her bag barely hanging off her shoulder, her once-neat uniform rumpled. Beside her, Dylan held her hand, his icy grey gaze scanning the compound like a guard on high alert. Diana stood on his other side, absently fidgeting with her bracelet.
My smile widened. Just then, Dylan’s eyes locked onto mine. His cold demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant grin.
“Mummy!” he shouted.
Sera and Diana whipped their heads around, their faces lighting up to match his. All three sprinted toward me. I crouched low, opening my arms wide.
They slammed into me with enough force to nearly knock me over.
Nearly..
“Good afternoon, Mummy!” they giggled in unison.
I pressed a kiss to Sera’s soft cheek, one to Dylan’s forehead, and another to Diana’s face. They dissolved into more giggles.
“How was your day, my babies?”
“Fine!”
“Cool.”
“I am not a baby,” Diana chimed in, earning an immediate smack on the head from Sera.
“You are too!”
I chuckled at their endless banter.
“Mummy, Dylan made the teacher look like an absolute fool!” Sera blurted out.
I blinked, my lips parting. “Dylan did what?”
“I didn't do anything,” he mumbled, scrunching his nose. “I only corrected him on how to solve a rubix cube. He was wrong and refused to admit it, so he challenged me to solve. I did and then I gave him my a complex cube of mine. He couldn't solve it.”
“And then the whole class laughed at him!” Diana added with a smug smile.
Both of them looked fiercely proud, confident... and terrifyingly sharp
They looked just like him
A tight knot formed in my chest, pulling hard.
“Listen to me,” I said softly, looking Dylan in the eye. “Your teacher is your elder. You shouldn't disrespect your elders.”
“He started it.”
“Then report it to the administration. Don't take matters into your own hands.”
“But”
“No excuses, Dylan. Respect your elders, no matter how smart or capable you think you are. You are not above anyone.”
“And no one is above me,” he stated calmly.
I opened my mouth to correct him, but Sera’s whiny rumble cut me off.
“Mummy, I’m hungry!”
I sighed, letting the argument drop for now. “Alright, let’s go.”
I held Dylan’s gaze for a second longer before standing up and guiding them toward the car.
“Good afternoon, Uncle!” they chorused to the driver, who smiled and greeted them back.
I stared down at Dylan. They had the exact same eyes, the same chilling composure, the same arrogant confidence. Though Dylan was fiercely protective of those he loved, he wouldn't spare a second glance for anyone outside of Sera, Diana, Aunt Jasmine, and me. He barely even tolerated Adrian.
Diana was cut from the same cloth, though she smiled more than Dylan even if not as easily as Sera.
I released a heavy breath.
“Mummy, are you okay?” Dylan murmured, peering up at me.
I smiled softly, pulling him closer into my embrace. “We’re all together, so of course Mummy is okay.”
They grinned, identical dimples piercing their cheeks.
The car rolled up the driveway of the villa, and we all piled out. I watched the three of them race inside while I gathered their backpacks and followed behind. I paused in the doorway, greeted by the sight of the kids throwing their arms around Aunt Jasmine.
She beamed, showering them with kisses while asking about their day.
I stepped into the foyer.
“Grandma Jas, I’m starving!”
“Grandma Jas, Dylan publicly humiliated his teacher today!”
“Did not!”
“Calm down, you three little troublemakers,”
Aunt Jasmine laughed softly. “Go wash up first. Then you can tell me all about this poor teacher whom Dylan may or may not have destroyed. And Sera, my sweet girl, we’ll get you fed.”
They giggled and scrambled up the grand staircase.
Aunt Jasmine finally turned her attention to me.
“My child,” she murmured.
I stepped into her arms, wrapping my hands around her tightly. Five years ago, after she rescued me from that burning wreck, I expected her to walk away. She didn't. She stayed by my side through the high-risk pregnancy and through the shock after delivery when I gave birth to triplets instead of twins.
The doctor had explained it was an exceptionally rare case where one fetus had been hidden behind the other on the ultrasounds. I had nearly broken down completely back then; I was barely prepared for two babies, let alone three. Sera had been my unexpected blessing.
And Aunt Jasmine was the one who made me see it that way.
“My child,” she said, pulling back to look at me critically. “You’re far too thin. Are you even eating? Or are you trying to work yourself into an early grave like that foolish son of mine, Adrian?”
A soft laugh bubbled up from my chest. “Of course not. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. I have an event to attend tonight, and I don't trust the kids with anyone else.”
The last time I left them with the temporary nannies, they both quit by sunrise.
“No need for formalities with me. Besides, I missed my grandbabies,” she smiled, hugging me once more. “Go enjoy your evening. I’ll keep the house in order.”
I nodded gratefully.
A few hours later, the kids were fed and happily chatting with Aunt Jasmine while I prepared for the gala. As much as I despised these high-society functions, maintaining strong alliances with powerful CEOs was a necessity, insurance policies I could leverage if I ever needed protection.
I smoothed down the sleek grey evening gown that clung to my silhouette, accentuating every curve. My hair was swept up into an effortlessly elegant bun, my makeup sharp and polished.
After kissing the kids goodnight, I headed out.
Twenty minutes later, my car pulled up to the Starlight Hall. I stepped out, the sharp click of my heels echoing off the red carpet as I walked inside. The grand hall vibrated with soft music, clinking champagne flutes, and the unmistakable buzz of elite wealth.
I crossed the room, a flawless professional smile fixed on my lips while my eyes swept the venue for our hosts.
I was halfway across the floor when a deep, familiar voice spoke behind me.
“You actually came.”
I turned. My gaze landed on icy blue eyes that had softened considerably, a slight curve gracing his lips. He looked far less stern than he had at the hospital.
Adrian.
He looked striking in a tailored black tuxedo that fit him impeccably, his hair styled to perfection.
“Of course I came,” I said, keeping my tone light to mask the persistent knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.
“Good. That saves me from having to execute my backup plan of abducting you.”
I opened my mouth to toss back a retort, but the sudden boom of the announcer’s voice through the speakers cut me off cold.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Starlight Gala! We would like to extend our deepest gratitude to all of our distinguished guests for joining us tonight, with special thanks to our esteemed organizers and patrons: Mr. Zyan Salvatore, Mr. Adrian Lockwood, Mr. Killian Castle, and Mr. Dominic Moretti.”
My entire body went rigid.
DOMINIC "Get out, Daniel."Daniel stopped beside my desk, the folder still tucked beneath his arm."Sir, I think you should hear the rest of what I found before—""Did I ask for your opinion?"His lips pressed together."No, sir.""Then leave."He placed the folder on my desk and took a step back."I'll coordinate with Marcus. We'll get you the information you requested.""See that you do."Daniel turned towards the door."One more thing, sir."I lifted my eyes.He hesitated. "You haven't slept properly in days. Perhaps you should take a break before—""Get. Out."He didn't argue again.The door shut behind him.I stood still for a moment, staring at the empty space where he had been.Then I swept the folder off my desk.Papers scattered across the floor."Damn it!"I dragged both hands through my hair and began pacing.Catherine.I stopped beside the window."Why didn't you come back?" I whispered.The city stretched beneath me, but I barely saw it.I remembered her face at the gala
CATHERINE “Tell them I'm not interested.”My assistant stood in front of my desk, holding her notepad.“Should I tell them you're unavailable, ma'am?”“No. Tell them I have no interest in attending.”She nodded and turned toward the door.“Wait.”She stopped.“Did they say who sent the invitation?”“No, ma'am. They only said it was a family invitation.”I leaned back in my chair.A family dinner. After everything that had happened, they expected me to sit around a table with people who had once watched me struggle in that house?I shook my head.“Send a reply.”“Yes, ma'am.”She left.I stared at the documents on my desk, but the words refused to make sense. My mind kept returning to Dominic’s .The Dominic I remembered would never have allowed anyone to challenge his authority in a room full of executives. He always wanted the final word.Perhaps he was trying to impress me.Well, he was wasting his time.My phone rang.Rachel.I answered. “Hello?”“Catherine, I just received the re
Dominic's “Stop staring at the door, Dominic. She is not coming back through it.”I spun around so quickly that the glass in my hand slipped and shattered against the floor.My mother's voice.I stared at the woman standing beside the fireplace. She wore the same blue dress she had been buried in, her dark hair resting neatly on her shoulders. Her face was gentle, but her eyes held the disappointment I knew so well.“Mother?”She folded her arms. “How many times must I tell you to stop looking so miserable?”I swallowed hard and glanced at the empty doorway.She was there again.My dead mother.I knew she wasn't real. The doctors had explained what was happening to me, but knowing something didn't make it disappear. Since losing Catherine, my mind had found strange ways to bring back the people I missed. Sometimes I heard my mother's voice. Sometimes I saw her sitting in my study, watching me work but tonight, she appeared in the middle of my living room.And she had chosen to speak
CATHERINE I had read the same paragraph five times, and I still couldn't remember a single word.The clock on my bedside table showed 2:17 a.m. My laptop glowed in front of me, surrounded by financial reports, handwritten notes, and empty coffee cups.In a few hours, I would face the board and fight to keep my position. Jasmine intended to make sure I never walked out of that room with it.I rubbed my tired eyes and returned to the documents on my screen."No," I whispered. "Not this time."Jasmine had spent weeks building a case against me. Suspicious transactions, questionable approvals, missing documents, everything had been arranged to make me look guilty of financial misconduct.Her strategy was simple. Make the board doubt my integrity, demand my suspension, and ensure I couldn't investigate what was happening behind the scenes.Unfortunately for her, she had made one mistake.She had underestimated me.Initially, I had focused on the transactions highlighted in her report. The
CATHERINEFor several minutes, I could not move.My father's letter lay on the desk in front of me. His handwriting was unmistakable. I had seen it on birthday cards, school forms, and the notes he used to leave beside my breakfast when I was a child.But this letter was different.If anything happens to me, do not trust the person who offers to protect my daughter.And beneath it was one name.Jasmine Lockwood.Three days before his fatal accident.I pressed my fingers against my lips, trying to hold back the storm rising inside me.My father knew something was wrong. He had known enough to write that warning. Yet he had never told me.Why?Had he wanted to protect me? Or had someone stopped him before he could explain?My phone rang.I looked at the screen. Adrian.I answered immediately.“Are you still at the office?” he asked.“Yes.”“Good. Stay there for now. I’m on my way.”“Adrian, I need you to listen to me. I found something about my father.”His voice changed. “What did you
CATHERINEThe woman who wanted to take my company from me was standing outside my office, holding a gift bag for my children.Jasmine smiled as if she had come to celebrate my success, not destroy it.“Catherine, darling,” she said, opening her arms. “Look at you. You look exhausted.”I stayed behind my desk.“Why are you here, Jasmine?”Her smile did not change. She placed the gift bag on a chair and glanced around my office. Her eyes paused on the stack of financial records beside my laptop.“I heard about the trouble with your company. I was worried about you.”“Then you must have heard that I am handling it.”“Of course.” She pulled out a chair and sat down without asking. “But even strong women need help sometimes.”I looked at the bag.“What is that?”“Something for the children. I saw the little dresses and toys and thought of them.” Her face softened. “How are my darlings?”“They are fine.”“Have they been asking about their father?”My fingers tightened around my pen.There







