Kai sat in the dark, watching Tiffany sleep. The dim light of the lamp beside her shimmered on her face. His chest ached as he took in her peaceful face, knowing there was little he could do to ease the troubles swirling in inside her even though he wanted to. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers hesitating before gripping it tightly. After pulling the blanket over Tiffany, he quietly left the bedroom, heading to his office. Sitting at his desk, he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. A familiar number blinked back at him, waiting. He could call. He could fix this for her. But should he? Should he let her fight her own battle? It was best not to provoke her any longer. A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned back. Just as he was about to put the phone down, it rang. Without checking the caller ID, Kai immediately answered. "Mr Winson, it's urgent," Peter's voice crackled through. "I just got word from London. There’s a shareholder meeting tomorrow at K.W.
Tiffany let out a deep sigh, her stomach twisting painfully as warmth crawled up her spine. She leaned back against the couch in her office, pressing a hand against her forehead. The slight throb in her temples made it hard to think. Elle had disappeared into the storage room, leaving Tiffany alone with her racing thoughts. "Miss Halton, the car is ready," Danielle announced from the doorway. But as soon as she saw Tiffany's pale face and heavy breathing, concern filled her eyes. "Are you alright?" Tiffany tried to breath slowly, nodding. "My bag," she said weakly. Elle turned, grabbing it from the table, and quickly handed it over. She dug inside, pulling out a small pill bottle. Without hesitation, she shook out a few tablets, tossed them into her mouth, and swallowed them with a gulp of water. Danielle frowned. "Should you really be taking those on an empty stomach?" "I'll be fine, Elle, " Tiffany murmured, brushing it off. "Can you grab my coffee?" Elle hesitated before hand
He looked exactly how he looked years back, but her mother had aged badly. How was he still looking young? Her phone rang again, and she could see the caller. It was Kai. "Ashley!" He pulled her closer. "Look at me, sweetheart." Her gaze shifted to his, tears springing down her cheek. She shook her head as he leaned closer. "Mrs Winson? Tiffany. Shit!" Benson yelled, running towards her. As soon as Jonnson heard this, he got up, immediately running away. Tiffany folded herself tightly. His goddamn voice. His grip, they were still strong against her skin. It burned. Benson ran after him, but her eyes were glued to the fish he had left on the floor. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at the frozen fish lying on the tiles. The memory clawed its way up from the depths of her mind. Her mother’s trembling hands, the poisoned fish on the plate, the bitter scent. The rain that night. It was a memory she had buried. A memory she could have stopped that night, but she watch
"Your mother had so much hope for you. I'm surprised, that was so easy, how disappointing. You have to step up your game if you want this company," he said, his gaze shifting to Kate glaring at him.Kai walked past her, smirking as his eyes held his.Kai's father, Mr. Nolan, stepped into a private office connected to the conference room. Kai followed closely behind, shutting the door with a quiet click.The office was dark, filled with rich mahogany wood. The air was thick with the lingering scent of aged whiskey. Mr. Nolan moved to the bar, pouring himself a drink with careful precision."Why now?" he asked, his voice steady but sharp, like a knife. “Why suddenly push Conrad into my position?”"You seem fine with your own business. It’s doing well, better than mine. Conrad has no company. Isn’t it time to step aside?""Never," Mr. Nolan replied firmly, his eyes flashing with determination. "This company is my life. I can’t hand over what belonged to my mother to someone who isn’t her
"No. Nothing... I thought I should remind you, it's only us, only you..." Tiffany went silent for a second before exhaling loudly. "Yeah. I know that. I've got to go." As soon as she hung up. She turned to Elle, sighing heavily. "Do we have everything prepared? Have you contacted Cherry to know when the model will arrive?" "Yes. By noon, it means we still have time to prepare the venue, but why did you insist on using your boutique?" "Isn't the view nice?" Tiffany asked, smiling at the window. The only reason she had chosen this place was because of the beautiful view of the city at night. "Miss Halton, where should remove this hanger?" A deep voice interrupted. Tiffany turned in his direction, she gave Elle a smile before walking away. "Contact, Cherry quickly!" She said, walking into the storage. Hours passed into days, and the whole event had ended. She arrived at her apartment. Benson opened the car door for her, and tiredly she walked into the building until she arrived at
Kai tilted his head back, trying to let the heat relax him, but it did nothing to ease the heavy ache in his chest.He closed his eyes, and her face appeared in his mind. Tiffany. She was all he thought about, consuming his every moment. He could almost sense her there with him. Her laughter and the soft sounds she made lingered in the corners of his heart.Kai swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his throat. It had only been a week since he left, he missed her as if it had been years. He wondered what she was doing currently. He wasn’t telling him anything anymore.His heart ached as he remembered her touch. Her voice, soft and playful, would whisper sweet nothings meant just for him. He could almost hear her calling his name, just as he loved it, but it didn't last as Henry’s voice cut through. "Are you crazy? You want to take over your father’s company?" Henry whispered.He sighed, covering his face briefly. "Yes. Why can’t I? The shareholders are on my side. My dad is getting o
Kai sighed heavily. "Tiffany?" He took out his phone, got into the car, and collected the tablet Peter handed to him. "Isn't it strange, Mr Winson? Tiffany’s mother's location was also released. The nursing home called and said reporters are all over." Kai took a deep breath. Her number wasn't going through. "Send Benson over. I need to speak to Tiffany and turn the car over to the nursing home. Something is definitely wrong with Tiffany." "This way, Mr Winson," Clara, the head of the nursing home, directed. Kai followed until they arrived at the executive floor. Her room opened, and there she was, Victoria Halton, sitting with a bowl of fruit in her hands, watching the television. Kai paused at the entrance, staring at her. She seemed unbothered. He stepped out, turning to Clara. "Is there any news? Did anyone call?" "Ah, yes. A man. He claimed to be her husband; he only asked how her health was," she said, her eyes wandering as if she were trying to recall the situation. "He
Hundred million? She thought, trying to calm her heart. Slowly, darkness engulfed her, and she lay there until everything was hushed. The next morning as she woke up. The sound of her ringtone had tapped her back to reality. She looked around the living room. The rotten smell of fish was coming in. Her phone rang again, and she picked it up. "Miss Halton, I was wondering if you are free by noon. I have everything you asked for." Tears rolled down Tiffany’s eyes. Finally, her way out. She took a shower and stormed out of her apartment. A few minutes later, she sat opposite Carlo in a small café down her street. Carlo handed the file to her. "Thank you for everything. I really appreciate it." Tiffany said, her eyes beaming with joy. She watched as Carlo walked out. Tiffany took out her phone, staring at the nursing home number. She had only called them once since that incident. "Hello, Miss Halton," Clara's voice echoed from the phone. Tiffany lowered her gaze. As she
Tiffany scrambled away, her chest heaving as they subdued Kate. But Kate’s voice rose, sharp and mocking as she sneered at Tiffany. "You think you’re special? You think Kai loves you? You’re nothing but a means to an end. You’ll never carry the Winson heir. Kai would never let you! You're just some whore he picked at the club!" The words struck Tiffany like a physical blow. Her blood ran cold. Her period… it hadn’t come. Her chest tightened as realization crashed over her. In a sudden haze, She bolted up the stairs, her mind spinning, ignoring Audrey’s calls as she raced up the stairs. Her breaths came fast, unsteady. Her heart pounded as she grabbed her phone from the dresser, yanking open her calendar app. She scrolled back counting the days. Twenty-six days. Twenty-six days late. Panic clawed at her as she stared at her phone and her hands trembled, gripping the edge of the vanity. Slowly, she sat at the edge of the bed with her gaze locked on the screen. "Tiffany…" Kai’s voice
Three days later, Tiffany sat at her desk, her hands clumsily shuffling through papers as her head felt like a lead weight, her stomach twisting and turning like a storm at sea. The morning had been relentless, emails, reports, deadlines but none of those could distract her from the growing unease that crawled through her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she glanced at Noami and Elle who were going through their weekly reports. Their voices seemed muffled and distant like she was underwater. Tiffany blinked hard, trying to focus, but the world only spun faster. The desk beneath her hands felt too far away."Guys, let’s take a break," she whispered, her voice so soft. Her exhaustion was palpable, weighing down her words.Noami looked up sharply, her brow furrowing in concern. "Tiffany, are you okay? You don’t look too good."Tiffany forced her lips into a weak smile. Her hand trembled as she reached for her water bottle, the cool plastic grounding her momentarily. She took a sip,
"Going down on me," he said, his tone firm but laced with vulnerability. His eyes met hers, dark and intense. "I don’t want it." Her breath stilled, confusion flickering across her face. "Why?" His jaw tightened, his hands gripping her waist a little harder before loosening again. He leaned in. "Because I might lose control," he said. "And if I lose it with you like that… I don’t know if I can stop." The sheets were a mess twisted and pushed low on the bed, their bodies tangled in a fevered knot of heat. Tiffany’s back arched and her skin flush against Kai’s as he hovered over her, their mouths fused in a breathless, consuming kiss. Her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling him closer, while her other hand gripped the hard line of his back. She felt every ripple of muscle as he moved in a slow motion and each motion sent a wave of fire through her spine. Kai groaned into her mouth, his lips moving with hers desperately, like he couldn’t get enough of her. His palms wrapped
Tiffany shook her head. "No, thank you." She disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. The moment she was alone, she let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. She undressed quickly, stepping into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the stress of the day. But the heavy feeling in her chest lingered. Once finished, she slipped into a silk robe, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her fingers brushing against the neckline of the robe. It was new but she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. But as excitement flickered in her chest, it was quickly doused by a wave of uncertainty. He still wasn’t home. Suddenly, voices echoed from upstairs, muffled but unmistakably loud. Tiffany froze, her heart thudding. Her breath hitched as she recognized the voice. It was Kai’s. But she had never heard him yell like this before. "What do you mean you can’t fucking find Kate?!" Kai’s voice boomed, fi
Tiffany approached, her heels clicking softly against the ground. She stopped just short of the pile, clutching the strap of her bag nervously. Kai’s gaze locking onto hers, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied her."What? You’re moving in?" he asked, his voice low, tinged with disbelief.Tiffany shrugged, trying for nonchalance, though her heart raced under his intense scrutiny. "You asked me to. I know I didn’t tell you—"But before she could finish, his lips were on hers. The kiss was sudden, stealing the air from her lungs and the words from her tongue. It silenced everything. His breath was warm against her lips. "What are you saying? What I own is yours already. You don’t need any permission to do anything."Her cheeks flushed instantly. A smile broke through her lips as she threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against him. "Gosh, I’ve been waiting for this," he whispered. Days later, Tiffany stood in her boutique, adjusting the sleeve of a mannequin for
The reception was a vision of soft candlelight and swaying greenery. Tiffany found herself swept into the rhythm of the evening, laughing and sipping champagne. Then DJ’s voice rang out over the speakers."And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance."The room was hushed as Allison and Henry took centre stage. Tiffany could feel the anticipation thrumming in her chest, an energy that seemed to ripple through the crowd. Henry extended his hand toward Allison, his smile soft, and she placed her fingers in his, her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush.The music started a slow, romantic tune that wrapped itself around the couple like a gentle embrace. They moved together effortlessly, the sway of their bodies in perfect harmony, their eyes never leaving each other.Tiffany watched, her heart unexpectedly tight in her chest. She glanced toward Kai, who stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets. His gaze was fixed on solely her like she was the only
The door creaked open with a low, lazy groan.Kai stepped inside, already dressed in a sharp black suit that hugged his tall frame perfectly, a slim black tie knotted at his throat. His dark eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized chaos. Makeup brushes scattered across a vanity. Curling irons still warm, makeup bottles open and half-used. The soft scent of hairspray and perfume hung in the air.And there, right in the center of it all, sat Tiffany.She was perched on a stool in front of the mirror, her legs crossed, laughing lightly as Kasey, her stylist, dabbed a final touch of highlighter along her cheekbones. Her skin glowed under the soft lights, a delicate shimmer kissing the curves of her face. Her hair tumbled down her back in soft, loose curls, some strands pinned slightly away from her face.Tiffany wasn’t dressed yet just sitting there in simple black lace underwear, a matching bra and panties that clung to her flawless skin. She looked effortless beautiful all a
He groaned, his forehead pressing to the back of her shoulder, his breath hot against her damp skin. He was losing himself in her, drowning in the way she gave him everything, her body, her voice, her soul. She was his, utterly. "Tiffany... I want you to—" He whimpered, his eyes closed deeply.Tiffany shook violently beneath him, her body still panting his name like a prayer. He was trembling. His teeth grazing her shoulders as her release left him wrecked and vulnerable. It was too much for him. He followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her, his entire body shuddering as he let go.The room fell into silence, except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Hours later, the sheets twisted around their bare bodies. They were still damp from the shower they had earlier. Kai lay stretched out on his back, his chest rising and falling heavily. One arm was loosely wrapped around Tiffany, his fingers brushing absently against her skin, keeping her close. She rested ag
"Now," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back. "Be a good girl and clean your mess properly."Tiffany whimpered, her thighs clenching together as she opened her mouth wider, offering herself completely to him.Kai’s fingers tightened in her hair, the sharp sting making Tiffany’s breath hitch. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she opened wider. So obedient and desperate for the taste of him."That’s it," he murmured approvingly, guiding his cock between her lips.The moment she wrapped her mouth around him, Kai let out a guttural sound. A raw, primal mix of a growl and a moan that seemed to reverberate through his entire body. His hips rolled forward, unthinking, desperate, forcing more of himself into her warm, wet mouth. Pleasure shuddered through him, his body betraying the control he always prided himself on.Tiffany’s tongue swirled instinctively, tasting herself mingled with him, the sheer intimacy of it making her heart race. The weight of him o