The moment we stepped off the plane and breathed in the fresh air once again, a mixture of emotions surged through me. Nostalgia, fear, and anticipation were all tangled up in my chest, making it hard to focus. The last time I was here, I left behind a life that I thought I could never return to. And now, two years later, I was back—with my son. Blake held tightly onto my hand, his big, curious eyes scanning the bustling airport. "Mama, it's so big!" he gasped, his small fingers gripping me tighter. I smiled down at him, ruffling his soft brown hair. "It is, honey. It's where I grew up." Hayden walked beside us, pushing our luggage cart. "You two okay?" he asked, glancing between me and Blake. I nodded, though my fingers trembled slightly. "Yeah. It just... it feels surreal." I red, my ice fading as I travelled my eyes around. Hayden placed a reassuring hand on my back. "We’ll take it slow. There’s no rush." I smiled at him, nodding. My phone vibrated, and my friends, not to m
The next day, I decided to meet up with my friends. It had been years since I last saw them, and after everything that happened yesterday, I needed to be around people who made me feel safe, just to get over this scary feeling I’m having. Hayden encouraged me to go, offering to watch over Blake for the day, but I insisted on bringing him along. My friends had never met him before, and deep down, I wanted them to see the little piece of my life that had kept me going these past years. We agreed to meet at a cozy café downtown, the one we used to frequent during our university days. As I stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The warm scent of coffee, the low hum of conversation, the familiar laughter that once filled my days. It’s funny, really. I’ve only been in college with them for almost two months yet I feel closer to them as if I’ve known them my whole life. It’s not like I didn’t make friends on my school before going to their school, but the kind of friends I made th
The tension in the boardroom was suffocating. The moment Hayden and I stepped inside my father’s company, I could feel the weight of judgment pressing down on me. The disapproving stares, the hushed whispers, and the way uncle sat at the head of the table with an air of self-importance made my blood boil. My father had entrusted me with this company, and yet, here they were, treating me like an incompetent outsider. “Finally, you decided to show up," my uncle, Theodore,, sneered as he leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe as if I were some impostor daring to enter sacred grounds. "I suppose you've had your fill of playing house and decided to actually take responsibility.” Hayden’s fingers tightened around mine. I had been expecting this. "What are you implying, Uncle?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my insides burned. "What I’m implying, my dear niece, is that you have been absent from the company for two years, yet you waltz back in and
[THIRD PERSON POV] The boardroom was filled with an air of tension so thick it was suffocating. Isabella sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her back straight, her expression unreadable. Hayden sat beside her, his presence a silent show of support. “This is ridiculous,” Gerald scoffed. “We all know she’s unfit to lead. She left the country for two years, abandoned her responsibilities, and now she expects to just waltz back in and take control?” He laughed bitterly. “What kind of company allows such recklessness?” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room, but before Isabella could respond, Dominic spoke, his voice calm yet laced with an authoritative edge. “I believe the real question is whether she has the capability to lead, not whether she took time away for personal reasons.” Dominic’s sharp gaze met Theordore’s, a silent warning behind his words. “And from what I’ve seen, Isabella has potential to surpass even her father, and mostly you, Theodore.” Hayden nodded.
Dinner at home was always something I always looked forward to, especially now that we were back in the country. Despite the uncertainty that loomed over our return, sitting at the table with Hayden and Blake made me feel happy, even if it is just for a while.Blake, as usual, was the liveliest at the table, swinging his legs back and forth on his booster seat while poking at his food with fascination. “Mama,” he said, looking up at me with those big, inquisitive eyes. “Why does uncle always look at you like that?”I blinked, glancing at Hayden, who raised an amused brow. “And how exactly does he look at me, honey?”Blake pursed his lips and squinted his eyes dramatically. “Like this!” He tilted his head slightly, furrowed his brows, and puffed his cheeks, trying to mimic Hayden’s usual expression when he gazed at me.Hayden let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Blake’s hair. “Is that so? And what do you think that look means, buddy?”
The morning started earlier than usual. I walked into my office. Hayden had reassured me that I’d do fine, that I just needed time to adjust, but time wasn’t something I had the luxury of wasting. The company was in a fragile state, and I needed to prove—both to myself and everyone else—that I was more than just my father’s daughter.If I won’t be able to show my worth, then everyone would turn against me. So I have one goal in my mind right now, and that is to gain everybody’s respect. As I settled behind my desk, flipping through documents, my door swung open. I sighed, already anticipating an interruption.“What is it?” I asked, not looking up. “You seem stressed,” a familiar deep voice greeted, laced with amusement.I tilted my head up to see Dominic standing there. He was dressed impeccably as always, a dark suit fitted to perfection, his piercing gaze locked on me as if I were some puzzle he was determined to solve.“What
After weeks of endless meetings, Hayden and I decided it was time to take a break. A real one. And I for one believe that we deserve this!The resort we chose was nestled on a secluded island, surrounded by nothing but the endless blue ocean and swaying palm trees. It was a place meant for relaxation, far away from the bustling city and its unrelenting chaos. And for the first time in a while, I could finally breathe.Sigh. This is the life.Blake, of course, was beyond excited. He practically bounced in his seat on the flight over, barely able to contain his excitement. And to make the trip even better, we had invited Aiden and Asher to join us. The moment we arrived, we were greeted with refreshing drinks and a warm island breeze. The resort was breathtaking—white sandy beaches stretched endlessly, crystal-clear waters lapped gently at the shore, and the villas were perched perfectly to give us a full view of the horizon. It was exactly what we
The sun was dipping lower, casting golden hues over the clearing when Hayden finally found us. I was mid-sentence, trying to explain something to Blake when Lianna spoke again, her voice insistent.“Will you really not be joining us? I’m sure Cassian will be happy if Blake is there.” she said, smiling while looking at our sons playing. “It’s just close friends, and I’m quite sure that Dominic won’t show up. He always come with us but always skips the celebration.” Before I could respond, Hayden’s voice cut through the air. “What celebration?”I turned to see him walking toward us, his sharp gaze flickering between Lianna and me. His presence shifted the energy between us, making the atmosphere a little tenser. Lianna’s expression wavered briefly before she regained her composure.Hayden upon getting closer, chuckled, as his gaze flickered to Lianna, who stood a little straighter. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”Lianna’s expression remai
Breakfast was quiet. Hayden and I sat across from each other, sharing a normal meal like we always did. He had cooked bacon and eggs, and I made toast. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, wrapping the kitchen in its warm aroma. It felt normal, but even if you’re an outsider you could easily tell with one glance that something was wrong. I couldn’t shake the tension tightening around my chest. We didn’t talk about the news.We didn’t talk about Cedric. We just…stopped talking. I’ve always known that growth with your partner is tough, but I didn’t thought it would be to this extent. Probably because I’ve been too accustomed to Hayden being the one who did all the protecting, and now…I have to step up, to support him in all the turmoils he’s facing.I kept looking up from my plate, watching Hayden’s face carefully. He looked calm as he ate his breakfast. Should I ask him?My fingers trembled slightly as I buttered my toast. Then—out of nowhere. The front door slammed open.I jump
The drive back from Cedric’s place felt like walking through fog. I declined his offer when he said he’d drive me back and called myself a cab. My body was in the car, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Every word he said played on loop in my head—about Cassie, about Hayden, about what supposedly happened. About how Cedric claimed Hayden was the reason she was gone.And worst of all, he sounded like he believed it with every inch of his being. I leaned against the window, staring blankly at the passing streetlights. Should I ask Hayden? Should I tell him what Cedric told me? What if it wasn’t true? What if it was?By the time we reached my place, I hadn’t made a decision. I thanked the cab driver before getting out. The moment I stepped inside the house, I felt something strange. The lights were dim, the television was left on in the living room, and toys were everywhere. A little red truck sat sideways on the armrest of the couch. A stuffed bunny lay on the floor as if Blake
“I tried to keep the family together, but it wasn’t enough. Our parents blamed each other. Eventually, they separated. Fiona... she drifted too. I could never get her back. Not until recently.""You talked to her?" I asked quietly.He nodded. "Yes. She seems happy now. Genuinely happy."There was a small, sad smile on his face before he looked back toward the hallway. "You probably have a lot of questions, don’t you?"I hesitated, but the moment had come. "I do," I admitted. "Why do you dislike Dominic and Hayden so much?"For a moment, his eyes dimmed. He didn’t speak. Instead, he turned and started walking up the stairs. I followed. Not because I trusted him fully, but because I could tell he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I was starting to understand his pain.He opened a room at the end of the hallway, and as soon as I stepped in, I felt it. The scent was faint, but it was there—a mix of lavender and old books. Cedric walked to a tall cabinet and opened it, pulling out an old photo al
I stepped out of the restaurant, feeling drained. The meeting had gone well, but my energy was completely spent. All I wanted was to go home, take off these heels, and maybe sleep for a week. I pulled out my phone and started tapping on the cab app, already thinking of what presents I should take home with me for Blake. But my actions halted when I saw him.I wore a confused look as I approached him, as he leaned against the door of his car. His black car gleamed under the afternoon sun, parked just a few meters away from the restaurant's exit. The moment he saw me looking, his face lit up. He pushed off the car and made his way toward me."Perfect timing," he said with a smile. “I was getting bored. Hop in, I’ll drive you back."I opened my mouth, ready to decline, but before I could say a word, he raised a hand and said, "I know you have questions. A lot of them. And I’m willing to answer all of them."That made me pause. I studied him carefully, unsure of what game he was playing
I was already running a bit behind schedule when I rushed out of the house, tossing my bag into the passenger seat and starting the car. Today’s meeting wasn’t in the city, but somewhere a little more private. Aleo Country Club, a good thirty-minute drive from here.The roads were quiet the deeper I drove. Fewer cars, fewer houses, just long stretches of trees and grasslands. It wasn’t creepy, not really. Just… serene. I even opened my windows to catch the fresh breeze of the morning air.I was halfway there when the car gave a weird jolt. I frowned and tapped the gas, but nothing. “Uhh…what now?” Another jolt. Then the engine sputtered like it was choking. And then — silence.“Seriously?” I muttered, hitting the steering wheel lightly. I tried the ignition again. It coughed, clicked, then died.“Great, just another one of my bad days.” I pulled over to the side, looking around trying to find someone that could help me. However, there was nothing but empty fields and trees. Not even
Later that evening, I parked in front of the house and immediately heard chaos bursting from the living room.I opened the door, and a squeal echoed through the space.Hayden was running after Blake, who was waving a sock triumphantly above his head, giggling like a madman. “Give it back, you little thief!” Hayden laughed, nearly tripping over the coffee table.Blake was fast for someone his size, ducking under furniture, tossing pillows to block Hayden’s path. I had to cover my mouth to stifle a laugh.When I travelled my gaze around the room, in the cone row my eyes, I saw two people standing across the room, standing near the doorway were Uncle Nathaniel and Auntie Elena. Elena spotted me instantly, her face lighting up.“Oh, sweetie, there you are!” she chirped, bustling over to me in her high heels as if they were sneakers. “Are you okay? You look rather tired. Is Hayden treating you right? If he’s not, just say the word, and I’ll set him straight!”I laughed as she cupped my fac
The early morning light slipped through the cracks of the curtains, painting faint gold lines across the bed. I stirred awake, groggily opening my eyes, my body still heavy with sleep. Slowly, I turned to my side and found Hayden beside me, sleeping peacefully, a soft snore escaping his lips.A small, sad smile tugged at my mouth. I brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his temple. He didn’t move, he just let out a deeper sigh before settling again.I slipped out of bed quietly, grabbing my purse and phone before heading out.One of the things Kara had found, one of the things that really got me worried, was that Hayden had regularly visited a mental health clinic years ago. Right after Cassie’s death. The timing wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. Whether it was guilt, grief, or something worse, I needed to know what demons he was fighting. That’s why I’m going to that clinic to find the details I need. My car rumbled softly
Hayden and I walked in silence toward the parking lot. My hand was still in his, but it felt like there was a glass wall between us.Just as we reached the car, I stopped abruptly, pulling my hand away from his. Hayden immediately turned to me, confusion flashing across his face."Bella? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and careful.I didn’t answer right away. I kept my eyes on him, gathering every stray thought running wild in my head. Finally, I found my voice."I’ve been trying to understand everything," I muttered. "You said before that you couldn’t tell me what was bothering you, and I respected that. I really did." I took a step closer to him, needing him to see how much I meant it. "But now... maybe you can at least give me assurance. That what happened inside there—with that Cedric—isn’t something I should be worried about."Hayden’s eyes dropped to the ground. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking every bit as tired as I felt."Nothing will happen," he sa
My body tensed slightly, the air growing a little too heavy, and I didn’t know why. Something just didn’t feel right.Cedric turned to me with a glint in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. I thought this guy was simple, but I guess in this room full of people, the word “simple” wouldn’t sound right after all. “So, Isabella,” he began, his tone light but I could sense he was just pretending. “Are you Hayden’s girlfriend?”The question caught me off guard. My lips parted, but the words didn’t immediately come out.Cedric continued before I could even respond, “You know, my sister and Hayden have a long history.”I blinked at him. “Fiona and Hayden are close?” I asked, trying to steady my voice, even though my chest felt like it was tightening.Cedric chuckled softly, tilted his head, then glanced at Dominic. “Not Dominic, Cassie,” he clarified, enunciating the name clearly. My heart stopped.He turned back to me, still smiling. “I mean, the three of you did have a long history toget