Jennifer I stared at the black screen of my phone, the dim glow of my bedside lamp casting an orange halo across my silk sheets. The quiet hum of the AC filled the silence, but it didn’t soothe the chaos tearing through my chest. My pulse thundered so loud it echoed in my ears. Lucian hadn’t called back. Not since last night when he kicked me out of his penthouse, leaving me humiliated and trembling in the elevator, mascara streaking down my cheeks as I clutched my purse like a lifeline. I thought of his eyes, cold, distant, almost empty, as he’d told me to leave. It wasn’t rage or disgust that haunted me. It was that emptiness. That blankness that said I don’t see you anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the sting of fresh tears. No. I refused to cry for him again. I refused to let Eloise win this game. She was always lurking in his mind like an unkillable parasite, festering and rotting everything I Jennifer worked for. Even after she stole some of his company shares, even
Lucian I sat across from Carter in his office, my thumb tapping against the dark mahogany armrest of my chair. The blinds were tilted halfway, letting golden slivers of morning light pierce through, illuminating the glass decanter on his sideboard and the thick stacks of paperwork that lined his antique bookshelf. Carter was flipping through a file, the silent rhythm of pages turning only heightening my tension. He wore a black three-piece suit, his tie knotted tightly at the neck, his grey temples and wireframe glasses giving him an air of unassailable wisdom. But today, even he looked uneasy. “So,” he said finally, closing the file with a deliberate thud. “You’re proceeding with the custody appeal.” I shifted in my seat, rolling my shoulders back, my tailored black suit stretching slightly across my chest. “Yes,” I replied, voice low. He studied me over the rims of his glasses. “Is this…because you want to be more involved in Max’s life, or is this…something else, Lucian?” I
Jennifer The amber light of dawn streamed through my penthouse windows, casting long golden bars across the polished oak floors. My assistant had left an arrangement of fresh lilies by the balcony, their perfume heady in the still morning air. I stared out at New York' s waking skyline from the living room, cradling a cup of dark roast coffee in my manicured hands.I should have felt satisfied. My latest collection had sold out within hours, my name was on every billboard, and Lucian’s company shares were rising with my brand attached to them. But none of it mattered. Because underneath it all, Eloise’s name still flickered like an inextinguishable flame.She was gaining traction again.I scrolled through my tablet, my fingers flying across the screen as I scoured comments on the fashion influencer reels. They gushed about “Eloise’s raw, authentic designs” and her “emotional textures that speak to real womanhood.”My throat tightened with bitterness. Emotional textures. They were my
Eloise The quiet hum of cartoons filled the living room as Max curled into my side, his small fingers playing with the hem of my sweatshirt. The evening sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the coffee table cluttered with coloured pencils, Legos, and Max’s half-finished superhero drawing. “Mommy,” he said, tilting his head up to me, his brown eyes wide and searching. “Will Daddy come visit soon?” I swallowed, my chest tightening around a pain I could never voice aloud. I brushed a stray curl from his forehead and kissed him softly. “Daddy’s…busy, sweetheart. You know that.” His mouth turned down in a pout, his little brows knitting together. “But I miss him. I want him to come see my drawings.” I forced a smile, though my heart cracked at his words. “I’m sure he’ll see them one day,” I whispered, not believing it myself. My phone buzzed beside me on the couch, breaking the heavy silence. I glanced at the screen and froze. Dad. “Hello?” My voice cam
Jennifer I scrolled through the comments under my latest jewellery post for the hundredth time, my thumb moving with mechanical precision. The diamonds on the screen glittered beneath the studio lights, perfectly edited to catch the eye. Perfect. Elegant. Visionary. Words people used to describe me. Words I used to describe myself. But today…today the comments burned. “Looks just like Eloise’s collection from last fall,” one wrote beneath the pinned promotional video. I gripped my phone tighter, nails biting into my palm. My pulse pounded in my ears as if each beat shouted her name, her name, her name. The voice in my head refused to shut up. I slammed the phone down on my vanity and stood abruptly. The hem of my satin robe brushed against my ankles as I paced across my bedroom, each step sinking into the plush cream carpet Lucian gifted me months ago. Lucian. Even thinking of him made a fresh wave of tension bloom in my chest. Why was he acting like this lately? Distan
Lucian The city skyline glowed outside my office window, a thousand diamond lights scattered across the landscape. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my neck to relieve the tight knot that had settled there since morning. The documents on my desk blurred before my eyes, lines of contracts and sales reports merging into an indistinguishable mess. I sighed heavily and raked a hand through my hair. Focus, Lucian. I pinched the bridge of my nose, dragging a file closer, but no matter how many times I read the words, they wouldn’t stick. My mind kept drifting back—back to her. Back to Eloise. I hadn’t planned to see her today. I was supposed to have a quiet dinner with a client at Lumière, to finalise the expansion pitch for next quarter’s Paris release. But when I walked in, I saw her. She sat at the far end of the restaurant with her family, her father, Jadeline, and Jennifer. Eloise looked tired, her smile polite but dim. I watched from the shadows of my private booth, every muscl