JAMES
I walked downstairs with an annoyed expression on my face after Stella had informed me of my mom's presence. I ignored her calls on purpose because I knew why she was here. She was going to lecture me on getting a wife as soon as possible.
But I didn't want to.
I wasn't ready.
And I wasn't sure I was going to be ready to settle down with anyone. All my freedom will be taken away and I loathed the thought of that.
The moment my mom's eyes landed on me, I immediately braced myself for her loud screeches and lectures. And I was right.
“You unfilial child!” She started as she walked up to me and I rolled my eyes in frustration before turning to look at her with a lazy expression on my face.
“Mom, we're in a public setting. Can you tone it down?” I asked in annoyance as she suddenly slapped my arm, causing me to wince slightly.
“Why have you been avoiding my calls? Even went as far as telling the security to not let me in. How did I raise a child like you?” She asked with her usual dramatic tone and I rubbed the space between my brows gently.
“We both know why you're here Mom. And I'm not in the mood for that talk. So if you don't mind, I'm a little busy upstairs.” I said as I turned to walk away but froze in my tracks when she pointed her phone at my face.
“What is this? Do you have any idea how much this is spreading?” She shrieked, and my eyes rounded in horror as I stared at a picture of me and Freya, a famous model, holding each other intimately.
This was probably taken yesterday because the bimbo I was talking to Stella about was her. Freya. She was beautiful. She had everything a man could ever want but she just wasn't what I wanted. And no, her sex drive wasn't as good as I hyped it to be.
In fact, I regretted taking her home last night. And now a scandal has erupted from it. How perfect.
“You know reporters will do anything to get famous, Mom. None of that is real. It'll die off very soon—”
“She's not denying the allegations!” She countered and I froze in shock. “If it wasn't true then why isn't she denying it? She has admitted to every reporter out there that the images are true. What do you have to say to this?” She yelled and I ran my hand through my hair in frustration after hearing her words.
Freya would do anything to try to stay by my side, and this was the perfect opportunity for her; of course, she wouldn't let it go. That damn model. I didn't even like her, what was her deal?
“Mom, relax. I'll handle it. I'll have the PR team take it down as soon as possible.” I said, trying to convince her to relax but she wasn't having anything I was saying.
“I don't care how you want to handle it but there's only one solution to this madness. You have to get married and that's final.” She said sternly and from the way she spoke, I knew there was no getting out of it this time.
“Mom, please—”
“I have the perfect girl for you and I don't care what you have to say. You will get married and that is final. I'll set the wedding date and inform her parents.” She said as she took out her phone and I panicked.
I didn't want to get married. Especially not to a woman chosen by my mom. That will be the worst kind of hell. I had to find a solution before she did something crazy.
“I'm in a relationship, mom.” I blurted out and she froze, her finger stopping over her phone as she looked at me in confusion.
“What relationship? With Freya?” She asked in horror and I ran my hand over my hair before shaking my head immediately.
“No, Mom. I'm in a lovely relationship with…” I pause for a moment, realizing how dire the situation was and the consequences. “With Stella,” I announced and I could have sworn that I heard her jaw drop to the floor.
“How dare you try to lie to me? I don't care—”
“You don't believe me? Fine, I don't care. Maybe you'll believe me if you see it with your eyes.” I mumbled as I turned around and headed upstairs with my heart in my throat.
What did I just do? Stella was just my secretary. Yes, I have eyes for her, but I just want to get her in my bed. Nothing more.
My mom was right behind me so I quickened my steps and barged into Stella's office to see that she was working a pile of documents.
I didn't think twice before pulling her into a kiss and I could feel her stiffen against me in shock. The door barged open again and I could hear my mom's shriek as she saw both of us kissing.
“So it's true? You're dating Stella?” She asked in horror and I pulled away to see Stella staring with a confused expression as her face flushed red. Fuck she looked so beautiful like this.
“I told you the scandal wasn't true. Stella and I have been together for months now.” I lied as I turned to look at Stella whose confused expression immediately twisted into a smile, as if she understood what was happening.
“He told me not to tell anyone, my apologies, Mrs Hawthorne.” She apologized and it was my turn to look surprised with how well she immediately fit into the role.
“See? I told you I'll take care of it, Mom. Maybe it's time to finally reveal our secret relationship—”
My words were cut off when she suddenly slapped Stella hard and I froze in shock.
STELLAI woke up earlier than usual, got out of bed, and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The sun was just rising, and it was beautiful.I just stood there feeling numb. I wasn’t sure I even slept last night—I was just in bed, unable to sleep or even think straight.My suitcase was still half unpacked, but I had to go to work, so I quickly freshened up and put on a black dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw the dark circles under my eyes and how pale my skin looked.I gently applied light makeup to cover it up and let my hair down. I looked myself over in the mirror and…I looked okay, I guess.When I got to my room door, I hesitated—my hands trembling as I contemplated whether to leave or not. I didn’t want to bump into him.And there was no way in hell I would drive in the same car with him. But when I finally stepped out, the entire house was quiet.I made my way downstairs. His driver was standing there, and he opened the door to one of his cars for me.“Wh
FREYA“Freya, he doesn’t want me… he has some girl he likes. And why do you even need me to get close to him?”“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” I said, passing the room. I thought this was going to work. I had it all planned out in my head—she would be what leads to his downfall.“I’m done with this… whatever this is.”I turned to look at her. “You are not done until I say you are. If you want my family’s help, you will do exactly as I say.” I leaned in closer. “I know what you did when you were in college.”Panic spread across her face. “I… I don’t know what you are talking about…”“Yes, you do. James’s mother made everything disappear, but I know your reckless driving killed someone that night—and I can make everything resurface.”She froze, surprised by my words. I just smiled at her.Her lips trembled, and I saw the color drain from her face. “You can’t prove anything,” she whispered, her voice cracked. Even when she tried to sound confident, she was terrified.I smiled. “Oh darl
STELLAI ran my hand over the zipper of my suitcase and sighed softly as I folded the last of my clothes and arranged them inside.I looked around the room I had stayed in for the past few days. This place felt like home, and I hadn’t realized it until now.But now it was time to go back. James’s mother was doing so much better, and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.I glanced around the room one last time when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said gently as I pulled the suitcase upright. The door opened, and James’s mother walked in.She looked stronger now her color returning, her steps no longer fragile. There was a warmth in her eyes as she looked at me. For a moment, I wondered who was comforting who.“You’re leaving already?” she asked, her voice carrying so much sadness.“You’re doing so much better now, Mrs. Hawthorne. I thought maybe it’s time I go back to James’s penthouse. I didn’t want to impose too long, and I still have to work at the company.”She stepp
JAMESPick... up, pick up, Stella, please. I had called her number for the tenth time in the last hour, it kept sending me straight to voicemail. And she wasn't responding to any of my texts. I felt the knot in my chest tighten. Was she okay? Was she safe? That was all that kept going through my head because it was already getting late.“Still nothing?” my mother asked, her voice soft but trembling as she paced the room, eyes drifting towards the door.And I wasn't even sure where the hell I was going to start looking for her from. My mother’s eyes searched mine as if she was looking for reassurance that I couldn’t give.I forced a smile I didn’t feel. “She’s probably fine… maybe she just needs space.”But the words felt bitter in my mouth. Of course she needed space who wouldn’t after what she’d just seen? She probably thought I used her just for her body.Oh God, this was bad. My mother shook her head. “I don’t fucking know where that bitch you call Adeline came from. She better cou
STELLA“What….” I said with a mouth full of well-cooked bacon.He laughed. “Nothing. I just thought you weren’t hungry… or isn’t that what you said?”“It… is. But you tempted me, so you don’t have the right to judge, okay.”He leaned in. “I’ll never judge you, Stella.” His voice was soft and heavy.The way he said it made me freeze for a moment, the fork halfway to my mouth. His eyes didn’t waver, and ever since I followed him to his place, I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. Nicholas had this charming way of making everything blur into the background—my pain and even the thought of James.I swallowed, forgetting to chew, and quickly looked away. “You know… you are a terrible influence.”He chuckled. “If getting you to eat is considered being a bad influence, then I guess I’ll happily accept the title.”My lips twisted into a small smile. “You are hilarious.”“And you are stubborn as hell.” He took a sip of his drink like he hadn’t just left my heart racing.Silence follow
NICHOLASI observed her... and whatever was eating her up really cut in deep because she kept staring at the ground.Just seeing her like this made my chest ache, and all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and just hold her.God, she was beautiful... why did James get to have someone this perfect? James didn’t deserve her.Her shoulders trembled slightly. She fought so hard to hide it, but I noticed it and not just that, but also the way her hands clenched at her side like she was trying to keep herself from slowly falling apart.“Stella,” I finally said, voice low, gentle, and firm.Her head jerked up, her eyes wild. God, she had such beautiful, mesmerizing eyes, and she was so vulnerable. The way she looked at me made something twist in my chest.“I... I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost broken. She turned her head as if she was ashamed of me seeing her this way.I moved closer to her on the bench, refusing the urge to cup her face in my hands. “Stella, you are n