Christine’s POV I turned my head back and saw through the back car window that Francis was standing at the mansion door, watching our car pull away. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his face unreadable. I sighed, rolling my eyes nonchalantly. Picking up my phone, I tapped out a quick message to him. “ I’ll see you tomorrow. Then I switched off my phone, the screen going black as I shoved it into my bag. I didn’t want him to disturb me with his relentless messages. “We’re going to the Grand Meridian Hotel,” I said, glancing at Evelyn in the driver’s seat. Her head snapped toward me. Confusion written all over her face. “The Grand Meridian?” Her voice was sharp, her brows knitting together as she kept one eye on the road. I shrugged, forcing a casual tone. “We can spend the night there together.” It was a flimsy excuse, and I knew it. The truth was, Francis knew where Evelyn lived, and I could swear it’d cost him nothing to show up at her doorstep, just to see me. I wasn’t r
Christine’s POVThe past week had passed in a blur. Visiting Greece had been a dream come true, taking Grandma to explore the winding streets of Santorini, the ancient ruins of Athens, and the beautiful beaches which made it even more fun.We’d worn matching outfits, bright sundresses that made us look like a pair of giddy tourists, grandma snapping selfies with the Parthenon in the background or against the endless blue of the Aegean Sea. I’d gotten her so many gifts each day we went out. Every moment with her felt like a gift, a way to say thank you for the way she’d always loved me, fiercely and without hesitation.While we had fun, my phone had been buzzing nonstop. Grandpa Fredrick, Dad, Mom, and Francis, all trying to reach me. Their calls went unanswered, their texts piling up in my inbox. I’d read them, the blue ticks glaring back at them, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Not yet. Their messages ranged from worried to frustrated, Dad even sent “Call me back, we need to
Christine’s POVAnticipation! My heart is beating fast. I could hear my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of my chest. While I was anticipating, I laid my phone beside me, but I couldn’t resist the urge to pick it up every few minutes, checking for a response from Mr. Cade Whitlock. Each time, the screen greeted me with nothing but disappointment. No reply yet.I told myself not to dwell on it. Cade Whitlock wasn’t the kind of man who checked his email obsessively. He had assistants for that, and I could only hope mine wasn’t overlooked or dismissed. The thought nagged at me at the possibility that my email might never reach his eyes was maddening. Shortly, grandma Eleanor’s voice shattered the moment. She approached gently, steadying her balance at her old age. She shares the same age with grandpa Frederick, 65 years. They had been childhood sweethearts and had gotten married and gave birth to my father, Gregory. “Christine, my child, here,” Her voice floated int
Christine’s POV I stood still, in shock. My heart is pounding, each beat a deafening echo of the BOOM that had shattered my world seconds ago over the phone. I could still hear her saying, “I’m heading home,” and the silence that followed. Suddenly, behind me, the door slammed open, and the furious voices of my family flooded in. My father, Gregory, was the first to speak. “Christine, what the hell was that? You just threw away a half-billion-dollar deal like it was nothing!” I didn’t turn around. My hands moved swiftly, grabbing my phone, my laptop, and the small framed photo of Grandma Eleanor and me from my desk. My fingers trembled as I shoved them into my bag, the BOOM still reverberating in my skull. I needed to get out. “Christine!” My mother, Lilith, snapped, her voice dripping with fury. “Are you even listening? You’ve humiliated us! Whitlock Industries was our ticket to the top, and you just spat in their faces!” Grandfather Frederick’s deep, authoritative voice cut t
Christine’s POV“Christine! Christine!”I heard my name being called as if from the edge of a dream. My body stirred under the silky bedsheets as the sunlight shone through the curtains, warming my face as I groaned, stretching lazily before blinking awake against the blinding light.“Christine!” the voice called again, more urgent now.My lashes finally fluttered open fully as I rubbed my eyes groggily with my fingers. Immediately I opened my eyes, the large face hovering above me came into view as I jerked up off the bed.“Grandma?” I croaked, sitting up too fast. My head spun slightly suddenly, but I didn’t care.Standing beside my bed, with her warm brown eyes and kind smile, was my grandmother, Eleanor Harrington.I gaped at her. She looked… alive, very much alive. Her old silver hair was neatly wrapped in a scarf like she always used to do, and her pearl earrings glimmered under the soft morning light.This couldn’t be real. Nothing was making sense to me. My brain… There seemed
Christine’s POV In rage, I pushed open the towering mahogany doors with a strength I didn’t know I had, the loud BANG as they hit the walls slicing through the heated murmurs of the conference room. All eyes turned to me. Clad in a crisp ivory blazer and a fitted pencil skirt, my heels clicked with authority against the floors as I stepped in. My hair was tied back into a sleek bun, my glasses resting on my nose. I looked every inch the CEO I had worked so hard to become. “Christine?” my grandfather, Frederick Harrington, a man in his middle 60’s said in disbelief from the head of the boardroom table. His voice held both irritation and surprise. “What are you doing here?” “I should be asking you that,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm as I walked further into the room. “What is this meeting about, and why wasn’t I informed? I am the CEO of HarringtonInternational Tech company, not some secretary to be kept out of the loop.” The board of directors, some group of men around their