MasukShe shrugged. It was a small motion but it carried a resignation she couldn’t quite mask. “The money from the Winters contract will keep things running for now,” she said, her voice measured. Her lips pressed together faintly before she added, almost as an afterthought, “I just don’t know how long that’s going to last.”Annabelle huffed softly, a faint, self-deprecating sound as she leaned back slightly against the headboard. “Maybe I should start updating my résumé,” she added, attempting a joke, though it came out flatter than she intended.Lila didn’t laugh. Her expression shifted into something more contemplative. Her fingers lifted, tapping lightly against the rim of her cup in a slow, rhythmic motion as she considered Annabelle’s words.“It’s not fair,” Lila said after a moment. “Your father and James make this mess, and somehow it’s you sitting here worrying about how to fix it.”Annabelle’s lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Life’s not fair,” she re
The 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
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Who the hell is this?” He turned to Rachel, eyes dark with heartbreak. “Who is this man, Rachel?”Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes darted frantically between James and Annabelle, he
Annabelle nodded placidly, her gaze sharp as it swept over the room. She ignored the pang of irritation at James’s obliviousness and focused on her next move. “Where’s Rachel?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of steel.James blinked at the shift
Their quiet time was suddenly interrupted by the sudden buzz of Annabelle’s phone. She groaned, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. “I swear, they can’t give me one day of peace. It’s probably something about the household.” Her hand brushed against the p
Annabelle gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, her foot pressing harder against the gas pedal with each passing mile. The early morning light bathed the countryside in golden hues, but she barely noticed the scenery rushing past her. Her mind was a storm of fury, her t







