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**Chapter 1**
“Happy birthday to you…” The voices of Tiana’s new coworkers rose around her, completely off-key but full of excitement. Someone clapped out of rhythm, another whistled too loudly, and before she knew it, they were all cheering as a cupcake with a single candle appeared on her desk. She stared at it in awe, not knowing how to react because she hadn’t felt this genuine happiness in years. She had only been at The Lancaster Group for two weeks, yet they remembered her birthday, this was something that hadn’t happened in years. “Come on, Tiana,” Lyn teased. “You owe us dinner tonight. No excuses!” Tiana rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine. Dinner it is, but nothing too expensive,” she said in her calm, slightly detached tone. The company’s secretarial department was already used to it — Tiana always seemed distant, almost like an introvert who kept to herself. In truth, Tiana was an introvert. She had been since her father died, leaving her in the hands of her stepmother and two stepsisters, but it worsened when she gained a scholarship to Velmore High School, where she met her non-chalant billionaire husband, Nikolai Toriaga. Her colleagues laughed at her statement about dinner, not knowing she could easily buy the entire restaurant if she wanted to. To them, she was just the new secretary… quiet, overqualified, polite and that was exactly how she preferred it. She blew out the candle, joining in their clapping, trying to ignore the lump forming in her throat. These people didn’t really know her, but in two short weeks, they had given her something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted to cry. The Lancaster Group was everything she aspired to, despite her secret wealth: modern, thriving, filled with energy and promise. The sweet scent of chocolate drifted through the air, rich and comforting, like a promise of better days. Maybe that was why this job already felt… sweet. For the first time since becoming Mrs. Nikolai Toriaga, she was genuinely happy. That morning, Lyn, the talebearer of the secretarial department, started with her tales that somehow always turned out to be true. The chairman’s son was returning to take over as CEO. Apparently, he was only twenty-five, the same age as Tiana, and she was eager to see what he was like. “Must be nice,” Tiana murmured, arranging a stack of files neatly on her desk. “Some people just start life ahead.” Her voice was steady, but there was a faint sting beneath her calm — the ache of knowing how much of her youth had been spent in the Toriaga Mansion. She could count how many times she had stepped out of the mansion before she started working at Lancaster Group. She had earned her degrees through online studies with the allowance bestowed upon her as the wife of the heir of the Toriaga Group. Around her, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The women adjusted their hair and lip gloss. The men straightened their ties. Everyone wanted to impress the young man who was born into power. Tiana didn’t care about impressing the new CEO; she just wanted to stay invisible, do her job, and enjoy the sweet scent of chocolate in peace. Then the elevator dinged, and the anticipated CEO arrived, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine. He was admirable, tall, and composed, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that looked like it belonged in a fashion magazine. His hair was neatly styled, his every movement calculated. Everything about his aura screamed fierce and sexy, and all the ladies in the department drooled. Tiana was too busy in her cubicle to notice his appearance until she observed that the entire department had gone quiet. She looked up and froze. “Good morning. My name is Ryan Lancaster,” he said, his deep voice smooth and steady. “Let’s make one thing clear: I don’t tolerate mediocrity. If you can’t keep up, you can leave now.” A ripple of discomfort moved through the staff. They lowered their heads, pretending to be busy, just so Ryan Lancaster would think they were competent. Tiana was in awe. She didn’t notice that her lips were parted until Lyn nudged her. “Drooling? I bet,” Lyn said. She was just a flirt who thought every man in a suit was handsome. Tiana wasn’t drooling; she just recognized Ryan Lancaster. She watched him keenly as he moved forward, scanning the faces around him. Tiana was so lost that Lyn had to nudge her again. “No way,” Tiana muttered as she stood up, trying to take a closer look at Ryan. What had happened to him? The Ryan she remembered was the polite and shy boy who’d shared his chocolate with her because he said it made her smile back at Velmore High School. Yes, she knew he came from a billionaire family, so she wasn’t shocked that he was the CEO, but she was stunned at how his aura reeked of arrogance after just eight years. Before she could make sense of it, the chief secretary, Mr. Todd, stumbled in, disheveled and sweating, reeking of toilet disinfectant. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Lancaster. I had to use the restroom…” Ryan’s expression changed instantly from composed to disgusted. He turned away from Mr. Todd, as if trying to hold his breath to avoid the strong stench of toilet disinfectant. “This is unacceptable,” he said sharply. “You’re not fit for this position.” “Oh no, Mr. Lancaster, my wife gave me soup last night that…” Ryan raised a hand to stop him from speaking further. His gaze moved across the room — cold, assessing and searching the faces of the other secretaries — and then it landed on Tiana. She dropped back into her seat as their eyes met, and she was certain this was Ryan Lancaster, the chocolate boy from Velmore High School. Ryan’s gaze lingered on her. Did he recognize her by any chance? “Maybe,” Ryan said finally, his voice low and deliberate, “we need someone new to replace you, Mr. Todd. Someone… capable, who wouldn’t be running off to the restroom every second.” His gaze remained fixed on Tiana, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, her heart began to race.Dear Readers, Let's have a good time going through the love story of Tiana, Nikolai and Ryan. Try not to give up on neither of them, they are just being humans! Let me take you through this journey of a happy ending! Please add to your library to get updates!
CHAPTER 63BTiana didn’t come down for dinner.She heard Pascal’s excited chatter drifting up the stairs, heard the clink of cutlery, the low rumble of Nikolai’s voice responding. The smell of the sauce—rich, garlicky, surprisingly good—wafted through the house. Her stomach twisted, not from hunger but from the sheer audacity of it all. Nikolai cooking? After that conversation? After dismissing Indy like she was disposable, after walking away from the chaos he’d helped create?No. She wasn’t sitting at a table with him. Not tonight.She stayed in her room, door closed, scrolling mindlessly through tiktok videos. She wondered why Maryann hadn’t prepared dinner. The housekeeper usually handled evenings when Tiana worked late. Had Nikolai sent her home early?Downstairs, Pascal’s voice carried clearly. “Daddy, why isn’t Mummy eating with us?”“Mummy’s not feeling well,” Nikolai answered, smooth and calm. “She needs rest.”Pascal frowned, concerned. “Is it her tummy? Or her head?”“Just t
The mansion smelled like garlic and rosemary when she stepped through the front door.Indy didn’t knock. She didn’t need to.The door to Tiana’soffice flew open so hard the handle left a dent in the wall. A second laterIndy stormed in like a hurricane wrapped in couture with sunglasses shoved upinto her hair, designer coat slipping off one shoulder, face flushed with thekind of rage that had been simmering for weeks.Tiana looked up from her quarterly report. Her pen froze mid-air.Indy didn’t waste words.She lunged forward, grabbed Tiana by the front of her blouse, and shoved herback against the desk. Papers flew, and a framed photo of Tiana’s son crashedto the floor.“You bitch,” Indysnarled, her face inches from Tiana’s. “You did this on purpose. You cost methe Sweet Alchemy modeling gig, you bloody, and jealous fool.”Tiana’s hands came upinstinctively, pushing at Indy’s wrists. “Get your hands off me.”Indy slapped her hard,and across the cheek. The crack reverberated
CHAPTER 62Indy didn’t knock. She didn’t need to.The door to Tiana’s office flew open so hard the handle left a dent in the wall. A second later Indy stormed in like a hurricane wrapped in couture with sunglasses shoved up into her hair, designer coat slipping off one shoulder, face flushed with the kind of rage that had been simmering for weeks.Tiana looked up from the quarterly report she’d been reviewing. The pen in her hand stilled.Indy didn’t speak at first. She simply swept her arm across the desk.Files exploded into the air. A coffee mug shattered against the far wall. The beautiful blush-rose bouquet from Ryan hit the floor; petals scattered like blood drops on cream carpet.Only then did Indy speak.“You bitch. You did this.”Tiana slowly set her pen down. Her heart was racing, but her face stayed calm. “Indy. This is my workplace. Lower your voice.”“Lower my…?” Indy laughed, sharp and ugly.Tiana rose slowly, palms flat on the desk. “Actually, Indy. Leave.”“Leave?” Ind
CHAPTER 61Morning crept into the Toriaga mansion like a cautious intruder. The house was quiet, but it was the strained kind of quiet that comes after a storm, when everything feels temporarily held together by willpower alone.Tiana wore simple slacks and a soft blouse with her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She found Nikolai in the living room, seated on the leather sofa with documents spread across the coffee table like a losing battlefield. A cup of coffee sat untouched beside him, long gone cold. He looked up when she entered, dark circles under his eyes betraying the sleepless night.“Good morning,” she said evenly.He nodded once. “Morning.”She didn’t sit. She stood a few feet away, hands loose at her sides. “I have a proposal.”His brows lifted slightly, wariness already settling in. “A proposal.”“A trade,” she corrected. “You leave Gerald alone, completely, and I’ll help Hartwell Corporation.”The words landed like a quiet explosion.Nikolai stared at her, stunned. H
CHAPTER 60The second call from Ryan came just as the waiter cleared their plates, before dessert could even be offered.Tiana glanced at the glowing screen, then at Nikolai. The fragile ease from moments ago had already evaporated. His eyes were flat now, watchful, the candlelight catching the hard line of his jaw.She answered.“Ryan,” she said, letting her voice soften deliberately, warm enough to carry across the empty table.“Hey,” Ryan replied, his tone laced with quiet concern. “I noticed you left the office with someone tonight. You didn’t seem in a hurry to get home. Everything okay?”Nikolai’s fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass, knuckles whitening.“I’m fine,” Tiana said, leaning back in her chair. She kept her voice light, almost playful. “Actually, I’m at La Fiamora right now. It’s quiet. The view’s beautiful.”Ryan let out a low, appreciative whistle. “La Fiamora? That’s impressive. Special occasion?”She sent a quick glance at Nikolai. He was staring at
CHAPTER 59The drive to the restaurant dragged on in near silence. Nikolai kept his eyes on the road, his fingers tight on the wheel, as the city lights blurred past. Tiana sat beside him, staring out her window, one hand resting on her thigh. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the low sound of the engine and the occasional swipe of the wipers against a light drizzle.She didn’t know what to expect. Didn’t know why she’d agreed. The hurt from the night before, him ignoring her at dinner, acting like she wasn’t even in the room, still sat heavy in her chest. But here she was, letting him drive her anyway.When they pulled up to La Fiamora, her breath caught.The restaurant hadn’t changed. Same glass front, same soft glow spilling onto the waterfront promenade, same view of the river lights dancing on the water. She hadn’t been here since before Pascal was born. This used to be her favourite restaurant back when a night out still felt possible.Nikolai got out first, came around,







