Henrietta’s POV After breakfast, Kristine insisted on clearing up the dishes, I knew she thought I’d try to do it but I just let her. Raphael looked at me for the first time since I sat at the table, he couldn’t maintain eye contact for long though, maybe he knew I could see through everything. “I got a call this morning, before I came down for breakfast. My business partners are stopping by today for dinner,” he said, he sounded anxious which meant that this was important. “There’ll be two of them, they’re not casual friends, they’re really big players in the business world and if things go well, it’s something my father would be happy about. I need the house right, the energy needs to be great.” I nodded. I knew what he meant, the energy right now was suffocating him but he had brought it on himself, this wasn’t even remotely my fault. I was part of his strategy, one of the perfectly arranged areas of his picture perfect new life. “Please, you know exactly what to do,” he add
Raphael’s POV The black cars rolled in the compound just around past seven, they were sleek and clean just like the men that owned them. I met them at the door with my practiced smile and firm handshake. James Anton and Peter Lang, they were titans in their fields and known for cutting seven figure checks and giving deals with a precision that I could call surgical. The rumors were that they never made a loss, so if they backed you in business, that alone was proof that whatever project you had embarked on would be a success. And I needed that for the next phase of the company, this might push dad to put a date on that handover before some other mishap occurred. “Raphael, my man,” James said, taking in the grand look of the house, “we’ve been hearing things about you, good things.” “Let’s make sure they’re all true,” I replied. We stepped into the living room, they took their seats like they were Kings assessing the seats they had been given in another kingdom. I knew these me
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life
Raphael’s POVI woke up with a headache and an unfamiliar scent clinging to my sheets. Something was wrong. My body felt sluggish, my mind foggy from the alcohol I had drowned myself in last night. I groaned, running a hand over my face before turning toward the warmth beside me. The woman from last night. I had been impatient to see what I was paying for, but the moment I finally got a look at her face, my stomach twisted. This wasn’t her. My eyes snapped open fully as I sat up, my movements startling the woman awake. Her head jerked toward me, sleep still clouding her wide hazel eyes. “What the—?” she started, looking around in confusion. My jaw clenched. I scanned her features again. She looked exactly like the woman I had hired last night, but something was missing. My gaze dropped to her wrist. No tattoo. My blood ran cold. *"Who are you?"* Her breath hitched at my question, but then her expression twisted in anger. "Who am I? Who the hell are you?" I
"The operation needs to commence now." The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drum, pounding over and over again as I stepped out of his office. My body moved on autopilot, my hands clutching the strap of my worn-out bag as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. I walked through the hospital corridor, the scent of antiseptic burning my nose. Doctors and nurses passed me, their faces neutral, their steps quick and purposeful. No one spared me a glance. No one saw the storm raging inside me. But my world was falling apart. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. My brother had fallen again—another accident that proved how fragile his condition was. And now, the damage was worse. The doctors said he needed immediate surgery. But the cost… I had been saving for years, taking extra shifts at the bar, cutting back on everything I could. Yet, even after all the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, it still wasn’t enough.
"If I had been told three months ago that I'd find myself falling for Raphael, I'd never believe it."Three months ago, I never would have imagined this. Back then, I had been desperate, willing to do anything to save my brother. And now, he was safe, studying in another city, walking on his own two feet again. That was all that mattered… or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the truth was, something else had changed—I had changed. I didn’t know when or how it had happened, but somewhere along the line, I had started falling for my husband. It was foolish, I knew that. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a business deal, a transaction that benefited us both. I had agreed to it knowing that Raphael Gold didn’t believe in love. That he was only doing this because of the ultimatum his father had given him. And yet, I had convinced myself that maybe—just maybe—things could be different. Raphael wasn’t a terrible husband, at least not in front of his father. He pl
“Why are you with my phone?”I didn’t know what irritated me more—the fact that Henrietta was holding my phone or the way she quickly tried to mask her guilt. My eyes narrowed as I stepped forward, crossing the space between us in long, measured strides. “Why are you with my phone?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses. Henrietta’s fingers twitched before she quickly placed the phone back on the nightstand. She turned to face me, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. “I was just… checking the time,” she said, a little too fast. “I needed to know how much time I had left to arrange your clothes and then rush down to serve your dinner.” I raised a brow, unconvinced. She avoided my eyes, instead reaching for one of the suits I had draped over the chair. “Next time, use the clock,” I said flatly, picking up my phone. My screen was still on, the notification banner glowing softly. My grip tightened the second I saw the sender’s name. Kristine. For a moment, I
Raphael's POV.“Well, are you going to speak or not?” Kristine's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as a result of the news.“Kristine…I don't know…I understand your reason for coming back but I don't think you're welcome in my life at the moment.” The truth was bitter but I had to say it anyway.I couldn't give her the hope that there was still a space in my life for her after abandoning me for so long. But now..she wasn't the only one. We had a child together.Would it be fair that I let the child grow without a father?“Really? Yes, I left you but you're seriously not going to make a compromise? Not even for your child? I'm sorry but I won't leave until you take me back!” Kristine's sharp voice made my heart tremble.I clenched my fists but I soon released them as I stared at her, she stood rooted to the ground with firm arms that rounded her chest.Christ. What was this? How possible was it to manage two women in my life? What sort o
Raphael’s POV The black cars rolled in the compound just around past seven, they were sleek and clean just like the men that owned them. I met them at the door with my practiced smile and firm handshake. James Anton and Peter Lang, they were titans in their fields and known for cutting seven figure checks and giving deals with a precision that I could call surgical. The rumors were that they never made a loss, so if they backed you in business, that alone was proof that whatever project you had embarked on would be a success. And I needed that for the next phase of the company, this might push dad to put a date on that handover before some other mishap occurred. “Raphael, my man,” James said, taking in the grand look of the house, “we’ve been hearing things about you, good things.” “Let’s make sure they’re all true,” I replied. We stepped into the living room, they took their seats like they were Kings assessing the seats they had been given in another kingdom. I knew these me
Henrietta’s POV After breakfast, Kristine insisted on clearing up the dishes, I knew she thought I’d try to do it but I just let her. Raphael looked at me for the first time since I sat at the table, he couldn’t maintain eye contact for long though, maybe he knew I could see through everything. “I got a call this morning, before I came down for breakfast. My business partners are stopping by today for dinner,” he said, he sounded anxious which meant that this was important. “There’ll be two of them, they’re not casual friends, they’re really big players in the business world and if things go well, it’s something my father would be happy about. I need the house right, the energy needs to be great.” I nodded. I knew what he meant, the energy right now was suffocating him but he had brought it on himself, this wasn’t even remotely my fault. I was part of his strategy, one of the perfectly arranged areas of his picture perfect new life. “Please, you know exactly what to do,” he add
Henrietta’s POV I knew I had left him without saying another word. Nothing else to back up the hard truth I had dropped on him, I wanted to forget it too. But I didn’t. I couldn’t possibly forget it. And that night turned out to be one of the longest, most bitter sleepless nights of my life. I lay awake with my back to my door, the pillow was damp beneath my cheek from all my crying. I kept hearing Kristine’s voice, her stupid flirtatious laugh and the way her hands were on Raphael’s chest, her lips so close to his. It was crazy that Raphael claimed nothing happened but he couldn’t even look me in the face when I walked in, the betrayal burned me like acid. Sleep finally came just before morning but it was short lived and so shallow. I woke up later than usual, the morning sun was already in full blast and I sat up quickly realizing that I had messed up with my usual routine. I had a splitting headache but I ignored it. The least I could do today was just make breakfast and
Henrietta’s POV Walking up the driveway was tedious, the cab had dropped me off a house too early because of some flat tire. The grocery bags with the baby supplies now felt like weights in my hands. My heart pounded so hard inside my rib cage, I felt like it might explode inside me. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what I had walked into. Kristine’s body had been so close to his, her silky pink annoying robe was hanging loosely off one shoulder and Raphael’s shirt was half way unbuttoned, his cheeks were flushed. This was the kind of scene that you only needed to take one look at and you had already interpreted the situation. And the worst part, Kristine didn’t even look the least embarrassed.There was no atom of shame on her face. Raphael, on the other hand, barely looked at me. His face twisted into something I couldn’t decipher for just a moment before he turned and dashed up the stairs, disappearing into the house like a coward. He couldn’t even own up to it.
Raphael’s POV Getting home was harder than I thought, the traffic was an absolute nightmare. I tapped the horn impatiently, other brake lights almost blinding me. I weaved through sluggish lanes, praying the cars could move faster. The excitement of the news from my father and the company buzzed under my skin but I was growing frustrated with the traffic. Who would have known that leaving work early could be this stressful? I should have expected it, everyone was trying to beat rush hour and ended up clogging the same roads, it was just rush hour, an hour early. The excitement of earlier was beginning to thaw out. Maybe I should have called Henrietta to meet me outside for a nice, quiet dinner to celebrate our milestone. It was too late though, by the time I pulled into the driveway, it was already dusk, later than I had wanted to arrive home. Much later. I turned off the engine and grabbed my briefcase, walking quickly to the front door. Inside, the house was quiet and ther
Raphael’s POV I rushed up the staircase, two at a time already tugging at my jacket as I headed for my bedroom. I had barely made it through the door when my phone buzzed urgently in my pocket. Grace, my secretary’s name flashed on the screen. I answered immediately. “Hello, Grace, what’s up?” “Sir, I thought to let you know that a few of the board members are arriving earlier than scheduled,” she said quickly. “I think traffic was lighter than expected.” “Understood. Tell them I’m on my way,” I said, already turning back towards the stairs. There was no time to change the suit, it’ll have to do for today. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I wore back the jacket. The slate blue suit Henrietta had picked fit perfectly to my frame but it was lighter than what I normally wore, brighter even. It didn’t look bad, it just looked sharply different. Why did I even have the suit in the first place? It would have to be fine, I had no other choice. I rushed back down sta
Henrietta’s POV It was not even sunrise when Raphael called out from his bathroom. “Henrietta! Henrietta!!” I was awake and shuffling around his room to keep up the appearance that we spent nights together. I guessed he wasn’t going to tell Kristine about our contract, at least not now. “Henrietta, could you help me pick out something? I’m running late!” I paused midway from typing some message on my phone to Annabelle about Kristine. “Sure,” I said, rising to my feet. I still finished typing my message before walking over to his closet, this kind of requests from Raphael used to make me feel useful. As though I was involved in his life truly, not contract wise, I helped him get ready sometimes and I felt powerful when I chose what the world would see him in on a particular day. Now that Kristine was here, it just felt more like a task on a checklist I wasn’t supposed to care so much about. But I still cared. I cared that he wanted me to pick the outfit. I opened his closet
Henrietta’s POV It was already past noon and the aroma from the muffins I had made earlier still filled the house. Kristine and I sat in the dining area for lunch. Thankfully, the baby was asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling. Her entire wardrobe was color matched, it was mostly pinks, whites, pastel and every other joyful color one could think of. We weren’t speaking so the only sound in the room was the clinks of our cutlery against our plates. The room was quiet but I could already feel the weird shift in the air like there was a pressure to speak and I knew she would strike up a conversation soon. She finally spoke up, quicker than I anticipated. “I just wanted to say thank you, for last night.” I wasn’t surprised but I tried to sound nice. “You don't need to thank me.” “Actually I do,” she insisted, her voice soft. “You don’t need to help me, you could have watched us scamper up and down and stood back but you knew what to do and you jumped in and hel
Raphael’s POV The moment I entered the house, I could hear the baby crying. Katie’s cry sounded sharp and restless. She was agitated and maybe whatever was wrong with her was serious. I rushed towards the living room and found Kristine pacing the room, she was barefooted and her hair looked a mess. Her one hand bounced the baby gently while the other one had a damp cloth that she used to wipe at her face. Her eyes snapped up when she saw me. “I googled some stuff, I don’t know which one to do, her fever dropped a bit though,” she said quickly, in one breath. “She's still fussing a lot and crying and I think we need to take her to the hospital as fast as possible.” I moved closer to her, I had no idea what to do, I had only been a father for less than a week. “Let me feel her.” She shifted the head of the baby towards me, her skin was still warm but it didn’t seem like a fever but I didn’t know the temperature that could be called a fever for kids. “Let’s get to the car,” I sai