MasukElena’s POV "I am telling you, Chloe, I was only enthusiastic for the first five days," I said, stirring my iced latte with a straw. "And that was purely because I wanted to shove my new title right into the faces of those arrogant Carnegie executives who looked down on my mother for years."Chloe burst into laughter, leaning back against the plush velvet booth of the cafe. "So you're telling me you don't want to sit in a giant leather chair, signing billion-dollar shipping contracts every morning?" "It is exhausting!" I laughed, shaking my head. "The files are endless. The meetings are boring. Julian makes it look so easy, but I honestly do not think I am built to run a massive corporation long-term. It is way too much hard work." "Must be nice," Chloe teased, rolling her eyes with a dramatic sigh. "I wish I had that kind of stress in my life. Look at you, you're a whole CEO, you have a gorgeous, powerful billionaire taking care of your business, and you get to go home to a hands
Julian walked over to the door, opened it wide, and signaled to two towering security guards standing in the hallway. "Escort the Aldridge sisters off the property," Julian ordered coldly. "If they ever step foot past the outer gates again, fire the entire guard team." "Yes, Mr. Vane!" the guards replied instantly. Cynthia stood frozen for a second, her jaw clenched so tightly her teeth hurt. She had never been so thoroughly humiliated in her entire life. She looked at Catherine, hoping for a shred of sympathy, but Catherine’s face was as cold as marble. "Listen to my son, Cynthia," Catherine said with absolute authority. "If you ever target my grandson again, Julian won't even need to ruin you. I will do it myself. Leave now." Realizing she had completely lost, Cynthia grabbed her designer purse, turned on her high heels, and stormed out of the room. Victoria scrambled right behind her, practically running toward the main exit to escape the suffocating pressure of the mansion
Cynthia stared out the window of the luxury car, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. Her first visit to Catherine Vane had been an absolute disaster, but she refused to accept defeat. The Aldridge family was falling apart, the banks were threatening to seize their assets, and Julian Vane was her only way out. "Cynthia, you need to calm down before we get there," Victoria said softly, sitting beside her in the plush leather seat. They had just left the spa, and Victoria was holding a silk shopping bag from an elite antique boutique downtown. "If you walk into Catherine’s house looking like you want to pick a fight, she will just throw you out again." "I am not trying to pick a fight!" Cynthia snapped, though her trembling hands betrayed her nerves. "I am trying to claim what is rightfully mine! That family owes us!" "I know, I know," Victoria soothed, placing a comforting hand on her sister’s arm. "That is why we bought this antique tea set. Remember how muc
Miss Davies paused for a brief moment, her smile turning a little more reserved as she looked around the courtyard to ensure no other parents were hovering nearby. She stepped slightly closer, keeping her voice low and professional. "Mr. Vane, before you leave, there is a small matter I felt I should bring to your attention directly," she said softly.Julian’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp instincts instantly activating. "What is it?" "Earlier this afternoon, during dismissal prep, young Toby Irvine’s nanny approached me," Miss Davies explained carefully. "She was asking several detailed questions about Leo and your family. She explicitly stated that her employer, Madam Victoria Aldridge, was very keen on setting up a formal playdate between Toby and Leo at their estate."Julian’s jaw tightened, a cold, dangerous flicker passing through his dark eyes. Victoria Aldridge. The woman who had cornered him this morning with a fake, sweet smile while her sister Cynthia tried to
The heavy glass doors of Carnegie Shipping’s executive floor rattled slightly as Julian Vane walked out of the main conference room. His dark blazer was unbuttoned, his silk tie loosened just a fraction at his collar, and a faint line of exhaustion was carved between his eyebrows.Taking over an entire rival shipping empire was no easy task. Because he had insisted that Elena stay home and rest after the intense ordeal with Mark, Julian had taken the entire workload onto his own shoulders. Running Vane Enterprises was already a massive, full-time job. Managing the chaotic transition of Carnegie Shipping on top of it was pushing even his stamina to its absolute limits.Marcus walked half a step behind him, holding an iPad and a stack of urgent legal folders. "The legal team has cleared the remaining transport contracts, Mr. Vane," Marcus reported smoothly. "However, the head of logistics at the eastern port is requesting your signature before five o'clock." "I’ll sign it when we ge
Cynthia stormed through the grand glass doors of the luxury spa, her high heels clicking violently against the tiled floor. Her face was bright red with anger, and she gripped her designer handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.She bypassed the polite reception desk and walked straight into the private, dimly lit relaxation lounge. Victoria was lying on a plush velvet massage table, her eyes closed with two cucumber slices resting over them. A quiet, peaceful melody played from the speakers in the room.Cynthia marched right up to the table and snatched the cucumber slices off her sister’s face, throwing them onto a nearby tray."Get up, Victoria!" Cynthia snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "Get up right now!"Victoria gasped, blinking rapidly in the sudden bright light. She sat up quickly, looking completely startled. "Cynthia! What is wrong with you? I was in the middle of a wonderful facial treatment!""Catherine Vane is what is wrong!" Cynthia hissed, pacing back and f
The museum was filled with the sound of a hundred violins, but to me, it sounded like a funeral.Every step I took in my high heels felt like I was walking on fire. My stomach was in knots, not just from the nerves, but from the fear I felt. In my mind, I felt like I was already showing. I felt li
The drive home was the quietest thirty minutes of my life. The night still didn’t feel real. Every time I shifted in the driver’s seat, I could still remember the touch of his hands on my waist. Five thousand dollars. I thought to myself. I paid five thousand dollars to feel alive again. I
Elena’s POV The hotel lobby smelled like expensive perfume and polished wood. Everything looked perfect and rich. I felt out of place. I held my small black clutch tightly. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. I was Elena Montgomery. I organized charity events. I made sure flowers matched tabl
ELENA’s POV Mark came home with flowers that day. I almost didn’t recognize the gesture. He stood at the door, holding a neat bouquet of white lilies and pale roses, like a man trying to remember a role he used to play well. For a second, I saw the boy from Capri, the one who used to pull me into







