Andrea's pov.
Five years later. I slip on my signature shades as I step out from my black Rolls Royce. It protects my sensitive eyes away from the light of the paparazzi's cameras. It's been five years since I left Seattle. Everything is different but somehow, it still feels the same. I've missed it, the people, the air, the vibe. I missed Seattle. That's the second reason why I chose to leave Boston and build my new company here. "Would you like to share your story with the people Ms Campbell? Please do tell us how you reunited with your family." One of the reporters asked, snapping me out of my nostalgic thoughts. My lips curved into a small practiced smile. I've shared the story with the press times without number, and I don't mind doing it every day. The image of my father comes to mind, how he hugged me tightly the day he found me. I was wretched, abandoned, and three weeks into motherhood. I was a nobody, but he gave me so much love there and then my heart nearly burst. My smile stretches into a full, delightful one, I begin sharing my story. "My family was on a cruise when I went missing as a child. I was later adopted by my late guardian - Pa Eugene, and only five years back did my father find his missing daughter." I keep the story very simple and concise, leaving out the painful details about my failed marriage. "Do you think you can successfully run the Campbell Tech world just five years after reuniting with your family? I mean, for one to govern such a massive enterprise, you need to have in-depth knowledge and years of experience." Another reporter says skeptically. I straightened up to him, my posture and voice oozing well-calculated poise. "I am confident in my capabilities. However, I do not oversee the Campbell industries; I am only the acting CEO. My father, Mr Campbell, remains the CEO, and as for in-depth knowledge, I believe I have achieved that, and both my degrees in business and technology can attest to it. Mind you, my company, Auraspire Energies, might be a subsidiary of Campbell Technologies, but I oversee it myself, and I look forward to taking renewable energy in Seattle to the next level. That will be all for now." I spin around in my heels. My Chief Operating Officer and best friend-Rosa walks closely behind me as we step into the company. My company. The thought still fills me with glee. The reporters bombard me with more questions but the security keeps them outside. As I step into the building, I smile with pride; it's barely four months since it was opened, and there's so much to be accomplished here. Walking into my massive office feels like walking into a small paradise. I had it modeled to my taste. Flowery paintings adorned the walls, and the sweet smell of jasmines, and lavender fills in the air. It's just perfect. I sit on my leather chair and swivel it over to gaze at the Seattle skyline. It's time for my games to begin. Scrolling through my notepad on my phone, I read my plans 'HOW TO GET REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND. Step One. Secure Collaboration.' A wicked smile tugs at the corner of my lips. It's finally time. "Rosa," I call my C.O.O "Yes ma'am." She's at my side in seconds. Looking extremely composed in her teal-green suit and low-cut hair. "Rosa, please drop the honorifics. You're my best friend. I don't like you addressing me like that. It's odd" "Andera, once we're at work, I cease to be your best friend. You're my boss, and that's it, ma. " I shake my head, Rosa can be a bit uptight. " Whatever makes you happy. " I retort and she simply smiles back. "Has Renihardt's infrastructures accepted our proposal yet? It's been two days since we sent it." "No, they haven't. I would advise you to give it time; for a company as well-reputed as theirs, they would want to make a proper background check before joining any collaboration." She says matter of factly. I nod in response. "Alright, I'll keep waiting then." I try not to let my frustration show. I need Thane to accept this partnership; It's my gateway to getting the revenge I have long dreamt about. "But if I may ask, is there any reason you chose this particular company to partner with? You seem so bent about partnering with the Reinhardt." Rosa studies me quizzically with her onyx eyes. A sigh escapes my lips. Rosa is kind and caring, and I've never had a close friend in my entire life. She helped me balance my new life as the heir of Campbell Technologies and a young mother. She's also aware of my marriage and divorce, so I open up to her. "The company belongs to my ex-husband. Thane Reinhardt" Her lips form into a thin line and she leans closer to me. "Andera, tell me what you plan on doing." Rosa prods. Would she think my desire for revenge is unnecessary? Well, even if she does, Rosa wouldn't be able to talk me out of it. My thirst for vengeance is unquenchable. "I want to make him pay for what he did to me." I deadpanned. My pulse raced as memories of that day clouded my mind. "I want to see him grovel and beg. I want him to suffer the same pain he made me go through five years ago, and I'm going to use the thing he loves most to strike him- his reputation and his company." Rosa's deep black eyes held mine intensely, studying me for a few seconds; she cupped my palm in hers, understanding and love flicking in those eyes. "Count me in, Andera. I will support you every step of the way. The asshole needs to pay for what he did to you." Just as I was about to answer her, my phone buzzed with a new email. "It's from Renihardt's infrastructures," I inform Rosa. I check it out. My eyebrows furrow as I read the message that came directly from Thane " Just in good timing. So what did they say? " She asks eagerly "Let's get some champagne first. " My face lits up with mischief as I drop my phone back to my mahogany desk. "Champagne? Here?" She asks incredulously "Yes, bestie." I smirk "It's time for celebration." Rosa straightened. "Plan on motion?" She asks "Yes Rosa, everything is falling in place. Thane won't know what hit him."[Wipes my teary eye with a tissue]How does an author begin to say thank you to so many people? ~To every reader who has made it this far with my book. I want to say, from the bottom of my heart, a big thank you. For taking your time to read my first book, your efforts, time, and money 🤭, all played a big role in Thane's and Andera's story. Thank you for reading through my errors, be they grammatical, wrong spelling, or typos. Thank you for making me a proud author, and I couldn't be happier. I love you all dearly. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I loved writing it.If you did, please leave a review. Your feedback matters to me.Once again, Thank you ❤️_____Stay tuned for my second book coming soon🎉 I look forward to sharing more stories with you all.
ANDERA. TEN YEARS LATER.It all started with our divorce.Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge.And somehow—redemption.It led us here.Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together.Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across the sand.“Daddy, stop it,” Tiffany whined.She stood not too far from the shoreline in a sundress, her hair in a ponytail; Thane continued leveling a death glare at the teenage boy who approached Tiffany. Timmy and I shook with silent laughter. The poor boy fled before he could say Hi to Tiffany.“I don’t like him,” Thane said flatly. His face softened when Tiffany pouted.“You don't like any boy who tries to talk to me,” she grumbled. Thane shrugged, utterly unapologetic. He tickled Amelia, our youngest.“All these boys aren't deserving of my princesses.”Amelia giggled, her gray eyes shining with mirth. “Yes, Daddy. Tiffany and I are princesses.” she squea
THANEI have watched the sunset over the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the golden light shining on iron and stone.I have stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, wind roaring in my ears.I have walked the ancient corridors of the Colosseum in Rome and touched the walls with centuries of history.I have traveled to places many dream of being, and seeing the beauty of the earth. Lakes, mountains, islands, the seven wonders of the world.I have seen it all, but nothing, none of that, took my breath away; none of it brought this burning sting to my eyes the way she did.Andera.My Andera. The eight wonder of the world, in a dazzling white dress, glassy eyes, and a smile that could melt down diamond. And she's mine. Mine to Love, mine to protect, for as long as we both live.My world had beauty before, my world had power and all that money could buy.Now it has meaning.The pastor cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to his. "Do you, Thane Malone Reinhardt, take Andera Cam
Andera's PovI pressed the heels of my palm into my burning eyes; sleep had eluded me; each day, I sat here, waiting for him to come back.My father came by yesterday. He tried telling me to leave and go home for a break, but I didn't agree to it. I'm not leaving this hospital without Thane. I took his hand in mine, his skin getting paler by the day. Five days, that's how long it's been since he entered into this coma.“Come back to me Love, please,” I whispered against the constant heaviness in my heart. “I need you, our children need you.”Five soul-crushing days of sitting by Thane’s bedside, listening to the beep of the heart monitor, praying for something to change.After Imogen stabbed him, Thane passed out. When we arrived here, the doctors told us that he was stable. That the blade missed anything vital. That he would wake up ‘soon,’ But their ‘soon’ wasn’t soon enough.Five days was way too long to use that word.My father was paranoid about the Imogen situation, it turns
Andera's PovThane stared at me with those eyes, eyes full of apology, pain, and a kind of helplessness that pierced deeper than a blade could. His hands trembled around the gun like it weighed a thousand pounds.“Andera.” my name left his lips in a soft whisper, I let his voice wrap around me; this would be the last time I hear him say my name like that. My heart didn't believe it-she refused to accept it.Behind him, Imogen smirked, She was enjoying seeing Thane break. All I could do was watch the man I love reduced to this, to choose between my life or our children.A tear slid down his face, and my heart tightened more, it was difficult to breathe.I gave him a bittersweet smile, “It’s okay,”My lips trembled when Thane shook his head. There was no way out of this. Either I die, or both my children die. “It's okay,” I whispered again.But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t.So this is how my life ends? I was never going to walk down our garden aisle with my biological father, I was neve
Thane's pov.My emotions skidded to a halt. “Imogen”Her name left my mouth in a whisper. The one behind the threats is my sister? My blood?“It can't be” The word scrapped against my throat, barely louder than a breath.Imogen stepped out of the shadow and in front of Andera. Outside, the clouds shifted casting the moonlight on her bored expression.I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out but a sound that was half denial, half despair.“It's not possible.” I shook my head, I refused to believe that my sister would do this to me “Tell me someone put you up to this, Imogen.”She scoffed, folding her arm across her chest. “You seem surprised Thane. Did you not see this coming?” “What?! You're family, Imogen. You are my sister. How?” She laughed, a sound that was full-on vicious with zero mirth “How come everyone thinks you're so smart when in reality, you're stupid and foolish.”Imogen flickered her lighter again and then extinguished the flame with her fingers.My eyes dart
Thane’s Pov11: 48 pmI stared at my watch, my eyes burning from the effort not to blink. I tapped my finger impatiently against the dashboard, Two more minutes till midnight.I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe properly. Knowing that Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany were in there sliced through me like a blade Nine hours.Nine goddamn hours since that text turned my world inside out.Come on, come on, come onMidnight.I shoved out of my car and sprinted towards the half-finished construction site, every muscle in my body screaming at me to go faster.All I wanted was to bring in the whole goddamn Seattle Police Department, storm into this building, tear it apart with my bare hands if I had to, and save my family,But one wrong move...All it would take is a wrong move, and this fúcker could kill them.The thought hit me so hard I nearly dry-heaved. Knots twisted in my stomach; I couldn’t even bear to picture it in my mind.I couldn’t lose them.I wouldn’t.The last nine hours have b
Andera's Pov The first thing I felt was the cold.My eyelids were heavy; it was an effort to open them; even when I did, I couldn't see past the darkness that wrapped me like a dark curtain. My head throbbed, heavy like lead. The harsh cold hit me again, racking my body with shivers.Reality hit my hazy mind like a brutal wave.The accident and kidnap.My kids.“Timmy! Tiffany!” I screamed past the burning parchedness in my throat. My voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to me.“Atlas! Timmy!! Tiffan..”A cough so violent wrenched free from me, squeezing my organs, clogging my throat.Water, I needed water.I coughed again, and blood spluttered to my thighs; the dull ache in the side of my head returned, but it wasn't bleeding anymore; the wound must have coated.I reached out to touch it, but my hand didn't move; I tried again, but nothing; it was then I regained consciousness of my body enough to know I was tied down to a chair, my ankles were bound, and my hands tied behind m
Thane's Pov. The meeting dragged longer than it should have. Much to my Asian client's disdain, I kept glancing at my watch, thinking of Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany at the bakery and all the family time I was missing out on. Thankfully, the wedding was a stone's throw away, after which we'd go on our honeymoon - the twins included, to a place far removed, deep in the mountains. I heaved out a sigh of relief when we rounded things up. Something had been gnawing at me the entire meeting. I brushed it off as the feeling of missing out, but now that the meeting is over, I realize it's because Atlas didn't check in with me. He was supposed to give me information once they reached the bakery, and departed too. Andrea had also said she'd call me on her way back. I haven't received her call, and she should have been back by now. I called once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the third ring, my gut twisted sharply. I stood from my chair when the call ended and reached out to Paul “Postpon