Caroline’s Point of View
Adrian’s words catch me completely off guard.
“If you want, I can manage Hill for you,” he says.
I blink at him, juice halfway to my lips. My throat suddenly feels dry, and I set the glass down without taking a sip. Did he just say what I think he said?
I study his face for a second, hoping I misunderstood. But no—he looks serious. Not irritated. Not cold. Just… earnest. Like he’s offering to pick up something I dropped on the ground, not a multibillion-dollar company with decades of family legacy behind it.
My lips part but no words come out at first. It’s not like Adrian has never offered help before—he always has. Always supported me. When I started my business, when I struggled to balance it with being a mom, when I was too anxious to even call my dad for the first time in years… Adrian was
Knoxx’s Point of ViewMy head is pounding. The kind of pounding that drills through my skull like a jackhammer, merciless and loud even in silence. I groan as I roll onto my back, my eyes squinting against the sunlight that’s streaming through the blinds. My throat is dry, like sandpaper. My mouth tastes like regret and whiskey.Damn it. What the hell did I drink last night?I rub my temples, trying to piece things together. I remember the gala. I remember Caroline—her eyes, her voice, the way she looked at me like I was a stranger. I remember the bathroom. The confrontation. Her cold words still echo in my head.“It’s better if we’re just partners in business than husband and wife.”I sit up, fast. Too fast. My stomach twists and I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the nausea ride through me. I grip the edge of the bed with both hands, groun
Caroline’s Point of ViewI stare at him in disbelief.My hand is still frozen on the edge of the sink, the marble cool beneath my palm. The heavy silence of the ladies’ bathroom is broken only by the distant thump of the music outside the gala doors and my shallow breathing.“Why did you hide it from me?” Knoxx repeats, his voice firmer this time.I blink, unsure if I actually heard him right the first time. “What are you talking about?”His eyes lock onto mine. He takes a step forward.I instinctively step back, my heels clicking against the tiles. “Knoxx,” I warn, my voice trembling. “This is the women’s bathroom.”He doesn’t respond. His jaw clenches, and I catch a whiff of alcohol the closer he gets. It isn’t overpowering, but it’s enough. 
Caroline’s Point of ViewAdrian’s words catch me completely off guard.“If you want, I can manage Hill for you,” he says.I blink at him, juice halfway to my lips. My throat suddenly feels dry, and I set the glass down without taking a sip. Did he just say what I think he said?I study his face for a second, hoping I misunderstood. But no—he looks serious. Not irritated. Not cold. Just… earnest. Like he’s offering to pick up something I dropped on the ground, not a multibillion-dollar company with decades of family legacy behind it.My lips part but no words come out at first. It’s not like Adrian has never offered help before—he always has. Always supported me. When I started my business, when I struggled to balance it with being a mom, when I was too anxious to even call my dad for the first time in years… Adrian was
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe soft clinking of champagne glasses and low murmurs of conversation buzz around me as we step into the grand ballroom. Everything sparkles—from the chandeliers to the polished marble floors, to the sequence of glittering gowns that sweep across the space.I try to stand tall. Calm. Composed. But I can feel my heart hammering beneath the sleek fabric of my dress.Adrian walks beside me in a sharp, tailored black suit, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. We’ve only taken a few steps into the crowd when I feel it—his grip stiffens. Not forceful, just tense.I follow his gaze before he even says anything.Knoxx.He’s standing by the bar in a black tux, holding a glass of whiskey, casually speaking with a few men in similar dark suits. But his eyes are already on me.He do
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe shop is quiet this afternoon.The soft tick of the wall clock echoes in the background as I finish placing a new display of necklaces in the front. Penelope is in the backroom handling shipment paperwork. Liam is at school. I should be enjoying the silence, but my head won’t stop spinning.The gala. Adrian. His invitation. His words still ring in my ears from this morning.“Come with me. As my partner.”I told him yes. I agreed.And yet, there’s this tight knot in my chest. Not fear. Not exactly. Just… pressure. Like the moment I said yes, everything started moving faster than I expected.I wipe a tiny fingerprint off the glass with a cloth, then step behind the counter to check my emails.Routine. Familiar. Grounding.I open my tab
Caroline’s Point of ViewThe drive home is quiet.Liam dozes off in the back seat not long after we leave my father’s estate, hugging his sketchpad to his chest. The radio hums softly, but my mind isn’t listening. It’s stuck on last night.Adrian’s voice still lingers in my head—the cold edge in it, the way he didn’t even try to say goodnight properly. I can’t tell if it was just a bad day for him or if it was something bigger. Something shifting.And now my father wants me to move back in. Just like that. Like I could pack up my life and pretend I’m still his little girl sleeping in the guest wing.It’s too much. Too fast. Too many changes pressing in at once.I pull into the driveway slowly, parking in my usual spot. I take a second to breathe and glance in the mirror to check if Liam’s still