LOGINLila stood frozen in front of her closet, eyes darting from one dress to another, her pulse racing faster than she liked. Today was the day. Lunch with Dominic and his kids. It wasn’t as if this was a date. It wasn’t. Just lunch. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles.
Still, her heart wasn’t getting the message. She had agreed to it so casually when he first asked, thinking it would be a nice afternoon to spend with Aaron and Winnie, but now that the moThe thought made her stomach twist. She drew in a slow breath. There would never be a perfect moment, only now, before doubt crept in and rooted her to the spot. Before she lost her nerve.Annabelle cleared her throat and Lila’s gaze lifted immediately, her brows knitting together slightly as she studied Annabelle’s expression. “What is it?”Annabelle hesitated for only a fraction of a second, then squared her shoulders despite the lingering discomfort in her body.“I need to talk to you about something,” she said, her voice more controlled now.Lila lowered her cup slowly. “Alright…”Annabelle held her gaze, refusing to look away even as a knot tightened in her chest. “I had a one-night stand with Andre.”The words landed between them and for a moment, there was no reaction. Then Lila’s eyes widened, shock blooming across her face so vividly it was almost jarring. Her lips parted, forming a near-perfect ‘o’ as she stared at Annabelle, clearly caught off guard.Annabelle’s heart thudd
Annabelle stirred with a low groan, her brow furrowing as consciousness dragged her back to the surface. The first thing that reached her was the warm and unmistakable scent of ginger tea. It curled through the air in soft waves, soothing and intrusive all at once. She winced, her eyes fluttering open as the light filtering through the curtains stabbed at her senses.“God,” she muttered under her breath, her voice rough, her throat dry.She pushed herself upright, immediately regretting the decision as her head throbbed in protest. The world tilted slightly, and she squeezed her eyes shut again, pressing her fingers to her temples as if she could physically hold her skull together. Her body felt stiff, her neck protesting as she rolled it slightly. She had fallen asleep in a position that could only be described as unfortunate—half-curled, half-collapsed.When she finally forced her eyes open again, she took in her surroundings more carefully. The arrangement of furniture was unfamili
As soon as the passenger door shut, Annabelle peeled away from the curb, her composure thinning with every passing block. She didn’t stop to think, or breathe, or collect herself. Rage simmered beneath her skin, pressing against her ribs, making it hard to breathe. She had never felt quite like this before. Not even during the company’s worst scandals, or during those humiliating public affairs that her father had brushed under the rug with money and connections. This was different.This was personal. Her father had been lying to her. To all of them. If what Andre said was true, then everything she thought she knew about the company’s stability, about their legacy, was a façade.Her hands gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles ached, and still she couldn’t loosen her hold. Her spine was rigid. It was as her body had locke
Annabelle remained frozen in her seat long after Andre’s departure, her mind a mess of disbelief. She felt as if the walls around her had crumbled, leaving behind something ugly and raw and burning her with truths she hadn’t even known were buried.Beside her, Lila let out a sharp breath and pressed a hand to her temple, her brow deeply furrowed. She didn’t speak for a few moments, and then she said bitterly, “For someone who made my life a living hell, he’s awfully poetic now, isn’t he?”Annabelle said nothing.Lila leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the wall. “I just… it doesn’t make sense. That company, that inheritance, it was his whole world when I met him. He was willing to lie, cheat, threaten me just to hold onto it. So why now? Why give it up so easily?” Her tone was laced with suspicion, but beneath that, curiosity tugged at her voice
Andre let out a wry, humorless laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “When they announced you as the sole heir,” he said to Lila, “I lost my footing. I was furious. I had spent years building my reputation, trying to prove myself worthy of the Winters name. And then, out of nowhere, the daughter of a woman I didn’t even know existed became the heir to everything.” He gave a slow shake of his head. “I did things I’m ashamed of, Lila. Things I wouldn’t expect you to forgive. Not ever. But I’m here now because I want to make things right.”Lila didn’t soften. Not even a little. She gave a brittle laugh, all edges and pain. “If you thought I’d jump for joy at this little apology tour of yours,” she said, voice cold, “then you do
The sheer gall of that remark would’ve earned him another slap if it had come from anyone else, but Lila, still practically vibrating with rage, held back. Her chest rose and fell with the effort of restraint. Slowly, and with stiff dignity, she walked to the chair opposite his and sat down.Annabelle, recovering from her stupor, followed and settled beside Lila. She reached over and gently patted Lila’s knee, partly to reassure her and partly to silently request for calm. She had never seen Lila this furious before. Not even when James had kicked her out. Not even when she'd been betrayed, humiliated, left with nothing. This was deeper and older than all of that.Lila didn’t waste breath on pleasantries. Her voice, when she spoke, was cool and cutting.“Why are you meddling in my life?&rdquo
But before he could continue, Winnie tugged on his hand. “Daddy, can we go see the beach now? Please?”Dominic hesitated, his eyes meeting Lila’s for a fleeting moment. Then, with a sigh and a smile, he turned to his daughter. “Sure, sweetheart.”Lila let out a small breath, relieved and
True to her word, Annabelle refused to be discouraged by the unyielding secretary’s frosty demeanor. For the past several days, she had bombarded Andre Winters' office with calls, her heart sinking a little each time the reply came back the same: “Mr. Winters is too busy to speak with you.” The s
Annabelle pressed on. “Winters might not take James’s calls, but he’ll take mine. And if he won’t, I’ll ambush him at his country club. I’m not going to let this contract slip away without a fight.”The room was deadly quiet again as her words settled over the table. David stood there, his ch
Margaret’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, clearly delighted by the idea of Rachel and James getting away from all the recent stress. “Oh, that sounds lovely, dear! Where were you thinking of going?”Rachel began to rattle off the names of expensive vacation destinations as though they were gr







