Zayne stepped into his penthouse and slowly shut the door behind him.He stood there for a moment, not moving, just breathing.What was this feeling in his chest?It was heavy. Bitter. A knot that refused to loosen.He never imagined that Amelia...Amelia of all people would ever ignore him. Not in this lifetime. Not even in the next.But tonight, she had.And it had left a sharp, dry taste in his mouth.He took a few slow steps forward and dropped onto the couch, his movements drained and sluggish. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let out a deep, exhausted breath.His mind spun, and it all came back to him like a flood.Eight months ago.The last time they had spoken properly.Her voice echoed clearly in his head, like she was right in front of him.“Zayne, I’ve always loved you. But since you can’t accept or love me back, I’ll let you go. I’ll leave you alone—just like you said.”He remembered how she turned and walked away.He didn’t stop her.Back then, he thought it was just o
"Where is she…” Denovon’s voice trailed off as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up.He had just been about to ask Amelia about Emily when his eyes caught something or rather, someone that made the words die on his lips.Emily.But not just Emily—Emily with blonde hair.The wig hugged her face perfectly, soft waves falling past her shoulders. For a moment, Denovon forgot how to breathe. His eyes stayed locked on her, drinking in every detail like it was his first time seeing her.He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t.“Easy with that look, bro,” Amelia teased with a knowing smile as she stepped beside him. She nudged his arm slightly.Denovon didn’t even blink.Amelia grinned wider. His expression was exactly what she expected. “Your wife is very beautiful,” she added, glancing back at Emily with a wink.Emily lowered her eyes, her cheeks slightly pink. She was a bit shy under his stare, especially with everyone looking. Still, she peeked up at Denovon through her lashes.“You
Emily knocked at the door to Amelia’s room. She waited for a response, but there was nothing.“Amelia, open the door. It’s me,” she called softly, knocking again.Still no reply.She sighed. She had come to check on Amelia—not to force her to talk, but just to be there. She didn’t know exactly what had gone down between Amelia and Zayne, but she could feel the tension. Amelia wasn’t in a good mood.Just as she was about to turn and leave, the door opened slowly.Amelia didn’t say a word. She simply left the door open and walked back into the room.Emily stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.Amelia walked to the corner of the room where she had set up a small salon station. She picked up a pair of scissors and began trimming a wig she had been working on.Emily stood frozen for a moment, surprised by what she saw. The space was filled with all kinds of wigs, hair tools, and salon products. There were mannequin heads lined neatly, each with a different hairstyle.She st
All eyes turned to the side where the voice had come from — everyone except Amelia, who didn’t even move. She already knew exactly who that voice belonged to.“Who is going on a blind date?” Zayne asked again, stepping further into the room. He’d only caught the part about someone going on a blind date but hadn’t heard who it was.He looked directly at Amelia, but she didn’t even glance at him.“Zayne boy is here!” Grandfather Gregory greeted cheerfully, his face lighting up with a wide grin.Zayne frowned slightly at the word boy, clearly not liking it. “I’m not a boy, Grandfather,” he replied quickly as he walked closer and gave him a quick hug.“You shithead, you’ve forgotten about me,” Grandfather Gregory said as he suddenly grabbed Zayne’s ear and gave it a hard squeeze.“Ah! Ow!” Zayne yelped, caught off guard. He didn’t expect that kind of welcome.“Just a little squeeze and you're shouting like a child,” Gregory teased with a mocking smile. “I wonder if you're even a man.”Zay
Emily and Denovon walked into the Rowland mansion. They could literally hear the voices inside."I won again, Grandfather!" Amelia said happily, laughing at her grandfather."You won over an old man like me and you’re rejoicing?" her grandfather Gregory said with a scoff. "Aren’t you ashamed?" he asked, already arranging the chessboard to start another round."Why would I be ashamed?" Amelia replied, still laughing. "Were you ashamed when you used to win against me years ago?" she added."It must have really pained you to hold that grudge all this time," Grandpa Gregory said with a mocking look."I was your granddaughter, but you never pitied me!" Amelia said, her face scrunching as if she was remembering those moments."So it’s revenge now?" Gregory asked. "Then bring it on!" he challenged."I’ll still win again," Amelia said, not backing down."Grandfather, aren’t you too old to challenge your granddaughter?" Denovon’s voice cut in, stopping their playful fight.They were so into th
Charles had just left Mr. Carter’s office when his phone rang. It was Richard’s nanny.“Sir, please come home. Hurry. Miss Julie is here… she’s trying to take Richard away, and she’s destroying things.”Charles froze, his face going dark.Julie again.He was in this mess because of her.“I’m going to kill her today,” he muttered and rushed to his car, slamming the door hard before speeding off.—He got home in no time.And what he saw made his blood boil.Julie was standing in the middle of the living room, screaming like a mad woman. She was cursing and throwing things around. She really looked like someone who had lost her mind.“Haven’t I warned you never to come here again?” Charles shouted, walking toward her with heavy steps, ready to strangle her.“Why can’t I come here?” Julie shouted back, her face full of anger. She didn’t look scared at all. She was burning with rage.Ever since Evelyn had told her that Charles was trying to get back with Emily, she had been stalking him.