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
"Ooh, I see an Ice cream truck! Let's go!" Becca said as she pulled Noah off the park bench. He followed with a chuckle. The reached the truck and Becca ordered a rocky road ice-cream while he went a simple Vanilla one. He payed and they walked back to the bench to sit. "You're still obsessed with Rocky road?" He chuckled, taking a small lick of his ice cream. She rolled her eyes. "Obsessed is an understatement!" He laughed and the sound made her heart race. He was so handsome when he laughed, she wished she could see him like those everyday. "See, it isn't that bad without Sasha?" Becca said, taking in a huge amount of ice cream. His face fell when she said Sasha and she rolled her eyes. "Why are you so upset when I mention Sasha? Aren't we doing this so that you'll try to get over her?" She frowned. "I know, it's just that. I miss her." His voice dropped—it was now low and tender. "I miss the times we hung out with each other, I remember vividly that her favourite ice
It was like the air around them froze, Vernon stared at her with somewhat hurt in his eyes, Tessa noticed but still kept her cool. “How could you do that to my father?” She snapped her voice broke from anger. He remained silent, watching her this look in his eyes. “Answer me!” She yelled as she bolted to him, grabbed his shirt. “I told you didn't I?” He finally spoke, with this smirk on his face, his left cheek red from the slap she gave him. “I own you, and no one has no right to touch you, you belong to me? Didn't I make that clear? You stupid father dared to that and I ended him!” He snapped her hands off. “And also, I did you a favour, try to be appreciative.” The fire and anger in her eyes deepened. He killed her father, yes he was a lunatic—amongst others an asshole, but he was still her dad, there were still times he was good to her all of sudden he became deranged and wanted to sleep with her but still he was still the man who read her bed time stories when she l