Becca stood by the door, straightening her shirt and running a hand through her hair. She had barely slept the night before, too busy wondering what to wear, what to say, how not to seem too excited. Noah had texted her two days ago: “Let’s hang out. You said you were bored, remember?”Of course she remembered. She’d said it hoping he’d ask.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts. She pulled open the door, her smile already forming.But it froze halfway.Noah stood there, alright. But he wasn’t alone.Next to him, arms looped around his, was Sasha. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly over one shoulder, her makeup effortlessly flawless. She gave Becca a tight, gleaming smile.Becca’s stomach dropped.“What is she doing here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Noah grinned like it was the best news in the world. “We’re back together!” he announced. “Crazy, right? Honestly, thank you. You helped me realize how much I missed her.”Before Becca could process that bombshell, No
The graveyard was eerily quiet.Clouds swirled above like dark omens, casting the world in shadows. The scent of rain hung in the air, mixing with the heavy perfume of lilies and the weight of mourning.Tessa stood beside Vernon at the back of the cemetery, her hands clasped in front of her, knuckles white. The black dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, and though she looked composed, inside, she was drowning.Dominic's casket rested at the edge of the open earth, a cruel reminder that he was truly gone. Her chest tightened. He was one of the few people who never asked her to be anything other than herself. And now…Gone.A whisper of heels on gravel pulled her from her thoughts.Tessa looked up—and instantly regretted it.Dominic’s mother was storming toward her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted in grief and fury. “You have the audacity to show your face here?”Tessa didn’t answer. She couldn’t.“I told you to stay away! He’s dead because of you!” the woman shriek
Becca hadn’t looked up from her desk all morning. Her fingers moved over the keyboard mechanically, and the soft clacking was the only sound keeping her grounded. Zayne hadn’t stopped trying to catch her eye since she walked in. She felt it — the way his gaze followed her like a shadow, dragging along her spine. He had no right. And yet, here he was, acting like he was the wounded one. When Becca stood to hand over some reports to HR, she didn’t expect to feel fingers wrap around her wrist the second she turned a corner. “Zayne, let go—” He pulled her gently but firmly into the nearest hallway, one lined with filing cabinets and absent of witnesses. “Seriously?” she hissed. “What the hell do you want?” “You’ve been ignoring me all morning,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week,” she snapped. He narrowed his eyes. “You’re angry?” She folded her arms, jaw clenched. “No.” He stepped closer, expression unreadable. “Why are you upset? Are we dating?” That
I'm sorry for not updating guys I've been busy with exams.Vernon leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine glass in his hand as if it could distract him from the thoughts running rampant in his head. Across the room, Tessa stood near the grand piano, her fingers trailing its surface. She looked as if she belonged there, in that rich world of chandeliers and silk gowns—but she didn’t. Not yet.He saw her glance at her phone for the fifth time in two minutes. She sighed. Nickolas hadn’t picked up any of her calls.Frustrated, Tessa turned and stormed toward the balcony for air, but Vernon was faster. He caught up to her, hand slipping around her wrist before she could leave the ballroom.“What do you want?” she snapped, yanking her hand free.“To talk.” His voice was steady, unreadable.“Talk?” she laughed bitterly. “What’s there to talk about?”“You’ve been tense all night.”“Because I don’t understand you, Vernon!” Her voice cracked. “You hate me, remember? You said it, again and a
DAYS LATER***Finally the day reached, it was the biggest party of the year, only billionaires were invited and the hall was beautifully decorated to match Janet's wealth. The grand hall was a vision of opulence and elegance—designed not just to impress, but to mesmerize. Crystal chandeliers, large enough to rival small cars, hung from the high vaulted ceilings, scattering golden light like shattered stars across the room. The walls shimmered with textured gold panels, accented by ivory marbling that glowed softly under ambient lighting.A pristine red carpet stretched the length of the floor, bordered by intricate black and silver patterns that whispered of luxury.Tables were draped in velvet cloths the color of deep wine, each topped with towering centerpieces of rare orchids, flickering candelabras, and finely cut crystal glassware.Waiters moved like clockwork in tailored suits, offering glasses of vintage champagne. The soft hum of classical music played by a live string quart
Becca walked out of the building and shut the door behind her—exhaustion evidently written all over her face. She turned her phone on, she had just been paid. She had saved enough and hoped that at least she could get her mum treated.As she walked tucked her phone in her purse, the night wind blowing her hair making her wrap her hands around herself. Noah couldn't pick her up, he claimed to be engaged that evening and Zayne, she hadn't heard from him since, luckily for her, her house wasn't that far from her workplace.In minutes she reached the front of the old building, Kelsey could be seen—pacing restlessly. When Becca saw her, she ran to her, worry lines creased her forehead."What's wrong?" She asked, agitated. Kelsey hesitated, contemplating weather to speak or not. She couldn't keep it a secret for too long so she let out a breath before speaking."It's your mother." She whispered and Becca's eyes widened. "What happened to my mother?" She rasped, her mind racing with possible