登入Neil By the time I leave the office, my head feels like it’s carrying the weight of the entire company. Twelve hours, three board meetings, two investor calls, and one reinstatement letter I regret signing. I loosen my tie as the elevator descends toward the underground parking garage. Usually, work clears my mind; today, however, it only made everything worse. Caroline Sawyer’s file has remained on my desk all day. I could even find it in me to trash it. I keep getting a nagging feeling, one I don't understand yet. Every time I look at the file, irritation settles somewhere beneath my ribs. Not because of her—because she should have been here tomorrow. Instead, Vanessa will be walking back into the company on Monday. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter, and the engine of my Lamborghini growls to life. The drive home is quiet except for the conflicting thoughts racing through my head. For once, Damon doesn't call. Xander doesn't send his stupid text messages or voice n
Caroline My hands won't stop shaking. I lock the bathroom door behind me and stare at the small box in my hand. The instructions suddenly look much more complicated than they should. I force myself to read them twice. Then a third time. My pulse pounds loudly in my ears as I tear the package open. “This is ridiculous,” I whisper. It has to be a lie. Five minutes from now, I will walk out there, tell Mia she’s wrong, and we will laugh about how stress made me paranoid. I follow the instructions carefully, then place the test on the edge of the sink. Three minutes. I refuse to look at it; instead, I pace the tiny bathroom, one step after another, until I can hear my heartbeat booming. My mind drifts back to the divorce, to Grey, to the interviews I didn't get, to every single thing that has gone wrong this year. This can't be one more. The timer on my phone vibrates. Three minutes. My breathing stops for a moment. Slowly, I force myself to look at it. For several seconds, my
Caroline My heart skips a beat, then a nervous laugh escapes from my throat. This is ridiculous. It can’t be true; I can't be pregnant. I stand in the middle of my living room, hating the way Mia keeps looking at me as if she’s seeing through me. “ Mia, that’s ridiculous,” I say, ignoring the pounding of my heartbeat. She doesn't laugh with me, and the smile slips from my face. “ Mia.” “ You need to remember... like, when exactly did you see your last period?” I swallow hard, scanning my brain for an answer, yet nothing relevant pops up. The last few months have been a disaster: divorce, moving out, looking for jobs, trying to rebuild my life—everything has blurred into one giant mess. “ You don't remember?” I rub my forehead. “ No.” “ Not even roughly?” I rub my forehead again. “ I don't know, maybe last month.” Irritation flashes across Mia’s eyes. “ Maybe?” “ Okay, definitely not last month. Maybe two months.” Her eyes widen, and my stomach drops—something is terribl
Caroline The entire apartment feels strangely silent, not empty, but too quiet. I sit in the living room staring at nothing in particular. Grabbing my phone, I stare at it for the tenth time before placing it face down on the table. No calls. No emails. Nothing. The interview was yesterday, and Rebecca said she would contact me, yet she hasn't called. My phone has remained stubbornly silent since I woke up. Across from me, Mia narrows her gaze, “You checked it again.” “ I didn't.” “You literally looked at it.” My shoulders sag a little, I hate that she’s watching my every move, “ I was checking the time.” I lie. “You checked the time thirty seconds ago.” A sigh escapes me, maybe I'm more obvious than I thought. Mia points a fork at me, “Stop staring at your phone.” “ I'm not staring at my phone.” A smile appears on her face, the idiot is enjoying tormenting me, “You are emotionally harassing your phone.” I laugh despite myself, maybe if I didn't have such an interroga
Neil The morning is unusually quiet, no missed calls, no emergencies, no assistants posting photographs online. Just silence, for the first time in days, I almost believe the universe has finally decided to leave me alone. Almost. I leave the penthouse just after seven, driving in my Lamborghini. The city is already awake, cars move through the street below, people hurry towards offices, and shops open for business. Normal, exactly how I like my things. By the time I pull into Dempson holdings, my mood has improved slightly. The lobby falls silent when I walk through it, not because I'm important, but because people like gossip. The entire building is still recovering from Vanessa’s stupidity. I ignore every curious glance and head straight for the elevator. Ten minutes later, I'm in my office, finally, peace envelopes me in a way I can't explain. I spend the next hour working through contracts, reports, and investor updates. Business makes sense, people don't. Espec
Neil My mother’s threat follows me around since yesterday, not because I'm afraid of her, but because I know her, most people make threats when they are angry. My mother makes plans, and when she says she will do something, she will do it. The problem is that, I have absolutely no idea what she’s planning. I stare at the email in front of me without reading a single word, three minutes pass, then five, and I slam the laptop shut, everything inside me screams frustration. “Unbelievable.” A knock sounds, before I can answer, Rebecca steps inside, carrying a stack of files. Perfect, actual work, the only thing keeping me sane today. “You wanted the short list.” I gesture towards the chair, “Sit.” She places the files on my desk, “twenty-one candidates reduced to seven.” Much better, I pick up the first file, thirty seconds later, I put it down, “No.” Rebecca doesn't react. The second one lasts a minute, “No.” The third survives two minutes, then I discover he’d left h
Grey I pace my office with my knuckles clenched before loosening my tie a little. The scent of leather and deep cologne lingers in the air. My eyes fall on my empty leather chair. Tension hangs thick in the air, almost suffocating. Today, I'm finally making a decision, and I know which one it
Caroline “So what now?” I raise my brow, ignoring the loud pounding of my heart. “Are you going to beat me? Hit my head on a nearby wall?” Grey freezes, staring at me in disbelief. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes me. “You know, for a split second, I might actually think you truly care about
Caroline Things are becoming harder than I expected. Every day I lock myself in my room to avoid Grey and Callie. I barely eat now; the bones in my body are slowly showing. The house feels dead to me. My heart twists slightly at the thought. I spend most of my days in front of the mirror, taki
CarolineCallie’s fingers tighten around my neck, and I struggle for breath. The pressure is crushing, like a vice squeezing my throat. My vision blurs, and my lungs burn for air. I try to peel her fingers away, but they only dig deeper. My head spins, and stars dance before my eyes.Ginger comes







