Mag-log inI knew something was wrong the moment Belle stepped into the penthouse.She didn’t look at me, take off her heels or let her hair down like she usually did. She just walked past me and into her bedroom like something had angered her.I wasn’t too happy myself today. For some weird reason, Rowan cancelled the meeting this morning, and things at work were just fucked up. To make it worse, we were holed up in the penthouse again. And this time around, it was indefinite, if the pace of the manor renovations was anything to go by.But to be honest, I liked it here better. There were fewer shadows. Fewer memories and fewer moments beyond my control.I waited, deciding to give her a ten-minute head start. Then I trailed behind her.When I stepped into her bedroom, she was standing beside the window in a bronze silk slip, looking out at the skyline like it had solutions to her unanswered questions."You're quiet," I said finally."I'm exhausted," she replied."Too tired to lie?"She wasn't ex
Why the fuck did Rowan call me?The moment I heard his voice on the phone, every bone in my body froze up. He hadn't spoken to me for years, hadn't even said a single word or whisper in my direction since I left him all those years ago. And now, now he was asking ridiculous questions of me like he still had a claim on me?I didn't sleep that night, just like I wasn’t able to sleep all those nights ago when he was near.I clutched the phone tightly in my hand as I lay on the bed. My heart raced like I was thirteen once more and hiding a wicked secret I didn’t want to tell my mom.I ignored the feeling, though, and instantly cleared the call log after which I cleared it again from the recently deleted folder. When I was sure all that had been done correctly, I hurled the phone across my bed, not in the mood to look at it.By morning, I felt a little bit better. I'd already called Selena and told her I had a site visit and had to have the car."You okay?" she asked, looking at me over he
There was an unmistakable power in silence, a kind of weapon forged from quiet moments.And tonight, I wielded both like sharpened daggers.I stood at the edge of the expansive ballroom, and clutched a flute of sparkling champagne, the effervescent bubbles rising and bursting against the crystal glass as I surveyed the shimmering crowd—an ocean of opulence and ornate gowns that sparkled under the dim, golden lights. It felt surreal to glide among them, present not as the girl who had been publicly humiliated on social media, but as a vision of poise and resilience, transformed into someone enchanting and enigmatic."Belle, that was quite dramatic," Selena remarked softly beside me, her voice barely cutting through the murmurs. She was a striking figure in her floor-length gown that shimmered like moonlight, her dark hair sleekly pulled back into a low ponytail that exuded an air of confidence that screamed, Don’t mess with us."Isn’t everything that leads to this point?” I replied, my
The gala swallowed me, an extravagant swirl of activity where the lights were dimmed, and flutes of champagne were liberally filled, the bubbles dancing on the surface like tiny fireworks. Loud laughter echoed across the room, drowning out the unremarkable jazzy tunes that played softly in the background.I fidgeted with the cuffs of my tuxedo for what felt like the third time, as I ried my best to appear calm when I was far from it. Beside me, Devon lounged, casually sipping a vibrant yellow drink. He looked unfazed and blissfully oblivious to the impending chaos that loomed over us.“She still hasn’t returned my call,” I muttered, stealing another glance at my phone, the screen illuminating my frustration for what was probably the fiftieth time that evening.Devon, engrossed in his drink, didn’t bother to lift his gaze. “Surprising? With that tabloid scandal hanging over your head?”“I didn’t kiss her,” I said, defending myself. “you know that.”“The pictures, my friend unfortunatel
The moment I saw the photo, I knew it was going to change everything.I was nestled in a cozy corner of a downtown café during my lunch break, pushing a nearly untouched arugula salad around my plate, when my phone vibrated with an alarming ping.It came from a gossip site I barely remembered signing up for. Somehow, its notifications always seemed to slip through the cracks of my busy life. With a sense of dread, I tapped the notification, and there it was, illuminated on my screen.It was Cassian and Callie and in the picture, they shared a kiss—or what looked like one.In reality, Callie was leaning into him, her delicate hand splayed across his chest, lips hovering close to his as if willing the moment to ignite. Cassian's jaw was rigid, a picture of indifference, while the camera captured just enough to put my world at risk.The headline sneered back at me:"THORNWELL HEIR LIVES IT UP WITH SPICY MOMENT WITH MONROE EX—MARRIAGE STORIES DEAD?"I struggled to comprehend what I was re
I had just completed my review of Devon's latest update when Callie swung open the heavy door to my office with a force that echoed against the walls.This was becoming a distressing pattern with her."I specifically said that I didn't want any unannounced visits," I said, keeping my gaze fixated on the clutter of files and reports sprawled across my desk."You say that as if you actually care," she replied, gliding into the room with a confidence that suggested she had never been told 'no' in her life.Let out a slow, deep breath, I asked, "What do you want this time, Callie?""Honestly? I’m here to apologize," she said, her tone surprisingly earnest. "For earlier. For the chaos surrounding Belle. For making everything so… tense."I lifted my head, surprised. "You want to apologize?"Without waiting for an invitation, she settled into the chair across from me, crossing one leg over the other in a casual yet defiant manner. "I realized I might have come on a bit strong. Maybe I misrea







