Vanessa’s POV“Auntie Vanessa! You’re back!” Bonnie squealed with pure joy.She ripped her hand free from Damien’s and flung herself at me–hugging my legs with all her might. I plastered a smile on my face and petted her head.I was annoyed I had to go back to playing mommy for this brat.“Sweetheart! I missed you so much!” I said with warmth I didn’t feel. “I never want to be separated from you again!”Literally, gag.Damien watched, frozen as his spawn clung to me.A waft of chocolaty deliciousness sent my cravings into overdrive. But I knew for a fact he hadn’t a clue how to bake, so who…“Babe, why aren’t you celebrating? Don’t tell me you’ve replaced me already?” I asked teasingly, but my smile didn’t reach my eyes.When he blanched, my nostrils flared.Was that slut really back?“I’m famished.” I pushed past Damien, dragging Bonnie behind me. “Prison food is utter garbage.”“Was it scary in there, Auntie Vanessa?” She asked timidly.I suppressed a shudder.“Yes–but I stayed stron
Third-Person POV***Earlier that day***Vanessa narrowed her eyes when the officer undid her handcuffs. When he let her walk into the visiting room alone and closed the door behind her, she knew something was up.If she’d learned anything in jail, it was that privacy was a luxury.But when she walked down the row of booths and saw her visitor, the special treatment made sense.If a man as wealthy as Maximillian Edwards wanted privacy, he’d get it.Vanessa sat on the plastic stool, mildly impressed that Andre had made this happen. She did her best to look pitiful as she reached for the phone, hand trembling. “Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Edwards. It’s been a difficult past couple of days.” She said shakily. “I don’t care about what happens to me, but my daughter deserves a better life.” She caressed her belly over her jumpsuit with a gleam of tears in her eyes. “Please–I need your help.”“As much as I sympathize with your situation, Miss Abrams, my hands are tied.” He said int
Damien’s POVI stood outside Imperial Aurum in the morning sun and took a steadying breath.This was still my company. Chin up, back straight and chest puffed out, I strode through the front door, forcing my usual air of confidence. But I kept my eyes trained dead ahead.I couldn’t meet my staff’s gaze, not knowing if my dismissal had been announced yet.“Mr. Kent, you shouldn’t–” Miss Wilson started, standing at her desk outside my office, but I just kept walking.I pushed open the heavy double doors and came to an abrupt halt.“Ah, Mr. Kent, have you dealt with the ‘important’ business that interrupted our meeting yesterday?” Mr. Brown asked from where he was seated.In my chair. Behind my massive desk. In my fucking office.I smiled as I walked into the room. “Comfortable, are we?”“This chair has excellent lumbar support.” He returned my smile and waved a hand toward my guests’ seats. I sat across from him, and nothing had felt more unnatural in my life.“My chair’s custom-made.
Ryan’s POV“Uncle Ry-Ry!” Molly squealed with excitement and vaulted off the sofa. “I thought you weren’t coming!”I caught her mid-jump and swung her in circles.Those precious giggles made the day’s weariness melt off my bones.“I told you I’d visit you tonight, Mols.” I grinned, setting her down.“You’re late.” My niece glared up at me and shook a finger. “You’re lucky Mommy let me stay up past bedtime to see you.”I wagged her favorite hazelnut chocolate in front of her.“I guess you’re too angry with me to accept this.” I sighed and pretended I was going to open it. “I’ll just have to eat this my–”She tried to jump for the chocolate, but I held it above my head. “Only if you promise to eat it tomorrow–I don’t want your mom to murder me.” I said, glancing sideways with feigned fear.Molly nodded solemnly. “Mommy will definitely murder you… Okay, I promise.” I handed her the chocolate, and her big innocent eyes suddenly gleamed with malice. “Only if you promise to take me to visit
Celeste’s POV“Things seemed tense between you and your boyfriend.” Damien said, the satisfaction in his voice palpable.When Ryan had stopped me from leaving with Damien, my stupid heart had hoped he’d asked me to stay for him. Hoped he’d tell me he wanted me.But what? Stay for curry?God, I was so angry I’d mentioned dinner with Damien just to spite him.“I’m glad you’ve given up on that failed romance.” He went on, reaching a hand to clasp mine on the table. “You deserve better, Celeste.”Was he implying that he was the better option?The absurdity of his suggestion snapped me out of my thoughts of Ryan.“I agree,” I responded in a scathing tone cold enough to freeze his approach. “But that sure as hell isn’t you.”His chest heaved, and the smugness that had been playing at the corners of his lips fell. Good–he knew it too.“What the hell were you thinking–hugging me like that?” I spat, leaning forward viciously. “We’re nothing but strangers. Touch me again and I’ll get a restrain
Ryan’s POVCeleste had been so close to being pinned against a wall and having her challenging mouth silenced with mine. I’d left the studio because I needed the fresh air.“Whatever you say, boss.” I told her before storming off.As always, Celeste drove me crazy.But in the time it took to deliver the jewelry and fetch the materials that we ordered, I’d cooled off. I stopped to pick up the tikka masala curry she loved as a peace offering.Of course, she was hurt and angry with me.She didn’t know that I was pushing her away for her own safety and happiness. She didn’t know that this lie was suffocating me.I’d be rational, make amends.But when I walked into the studio and was confronted with the painful image of Celeste wrapped in Damien’s arms, all rationality went out the window.I threw the heavy boxes onto the table with excessive force.“Am I interrupting something?” I asked, barely containing the cold fury in my voice.Celeste jumped away from Damien, startled. “Please, bo