~HUNTER~
My brows furrowed as I set my eyes on the familiar feminine figure standing in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I questioned my hands fixated in my pockets. Celine fidgeted but my eyes remained fixed on her, I watched her every move. She pulled her son closer as she repeatedly opened her mouth with no words coming out. I was getting irritated by the eerie silence considering the fact that I just asked a question. “Are you going to talk or you want to use the door?” I further questioned and she finally stood frozen, as if she had finally picked up on what to say. “No-no sir. I-I am here for the job. The-job-i mean the position of maid.” She stuttered through her reply, her voice sounding somewhat shaky but firm. I lifted a brow in curiosity as my eyes landed on the child in front of her. Everytime I stared at the child, it seemed like there was a connection between us but that would be too illogical to think. After all, whatever idea webbed that thought was probably from the fact that the little boy had blue eyes. My eyes shifted back to Celine’s face and even though I hadn't uttered a word, she understood my gaze. “Sir, I know you got me fired for working at the hotel while having my son play around. But sir, ever since I got fired, I have barely been able to live. My child's life and mine depended on that job and it was taken away from me so I-” “Are you trying to put the blame on me?” I cut Celine off mid sentence with my interrogation. Celine shook her head in the negative as she bit her lips nervously, “No no sir. I was just- I was just trying to explain the situation because I know you'd most likely not give me this job because of my son.” “Did the hotel have rules or not?” I questioned, totally ignoring her explanation. She nodded in the positive. “Great. Now just like the hotel's employee protocols, this job of a maid also has protocols and I certainly can't employ you if you got a kid around.” My tone was clear and sharp. As I finished, I watched whatever ray of hope Celine had wash away from her face as desperation crawled up on her temples. She stared at me with brown eyes that sparkled with pleas but her lips were snapped. I took a look at my wristwatch and I realized I had little time to meet up the meeting I had in the next fifteen minutes, “Please leave.” I ordered her. But for some reason, Celine stood rooted to the ground, unwilling to leave. “I said lea-” “-Please sir, hear me out at least!” She pleaded with folded hands. A small sigh escaped my lips as I lifted my weight off the shelf, “You have five minutes to say all you have to before leaving.” Upon my declaration, Celine stepped forward. Her brown hair was tightly styled into a bun, making the veins on her temple more visible, an evidence of how nervous she felt I presumed. “Sir. My child is literally my only family. I have no one else to cater for him in my absence. This is why I have to take him a long everywhere I go, Including to work.” “Isn't that what daycares are for? Don't they take care of kids while their parents are busy with work or did they run out of business recently?” I fired back, leaving Celine speechless. Celine lowered her head while rubbing her palms together, “I can't afford it.” I was just about responding to her when the voice of the little kid interrupted me. “Mom, I'm tired of standing! I want to sit down!” Celine ruffled his head as she scolded him, “Ceaser please be quiet. I'm at an interview! Just a few more minutes my dear.” Irritation surged through my veins, “This is why we don't allow kids anywhere. It's highly unprofessional. Suppose I give you this job by chance, how do you plan to attend to your duties when you got a three year old following you everywhere?!” Celine smiled softly, “Sir, I'll honestly manage. I'll ensure he's on his best behavior really. Sir, this job is my last hope and I can't afford to leave this place without being hired. If I do, I won't have a place to lay my head as my rent is due.” I hummed as I stared at her, considering the chances of hiring a single mother who was clearly not ready to work without her child. Would I be able to handle this? Nah. I don't think so. “I'm sorry but I can't hire you.” I declared in a firm but icy tone. Celine's eyes glistened with tears, “Please sir. I really need this job. Please reconsider, I promise you'll not regret it. I'll work to the best of my abilities. Please just give me a chance.” But I couldn't imagine doing that. I knew how kids were like. One minute, they're all cheerful and happy and the next minute, they're wailing for hours. I doubt I'd be able to handle any of that shenanigans and when I get angry about it in the future, Celine would still come up with an excuse for me to keep enduring that. I made up my mind on this and there was no going back. I stared at Celine again, she was doing really well to fight the tears back as she waited for me to speak. But I uttered nothing. I just circled her body and left the room. I presumed she would be smart enough to understand that I wasn't going to hire her regardless of whatever she said, or did. But Celine was quite the persistent woman. She tagged along behind me, pleading for the job. This time, the tears had come falling down and Christ knows how much tears irritate me. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I turned back, “Will you stop crying?” Celine wiped her face immediately. “Don't you get it? I don't want you to work for me! What's so hard to understand?” Celine's face broke into a frustrated frown as she stared at me, “Sir, you don't understand. If I don't get this job, I'll basically be on the streets with nowhere to go and without money to feed my child. Please hire me, I'll forever be grateful.” Frustrated by her persistence, I came up with a solution. “I'll hire you on one condition.”~CELINE’S POV~Paint clung to my fingernails as I stepped out of my art room. The smell of turpentine followed me into the hallway. My baggy jeans hung loose on my growing belly. Paint stains covered my old t-shirt like a rainbow explosion. Red. Blue. Yellow. Green.I touched my messy hair buns. Hunter always said I looked beautiful when I painted. Wild and free.The mansion felt too quiet. Caesar was upstairs with his nanny. The woman Hunter hired was strict but kind. She sang lullabies in French. Sally had left for the grocery store twenty minutes ago.That left me alone with Ana and the other staff.Ana. Just thinking her name made my jaw clench. She still acted like I didn't belong here. When I asked her to bring me tea, she would roll her eyes. When I requested fresh flowers for the dining room, she would mutter under her breath."She thinks she's the queen now," I'd heard her whisper to the gardener last week.I rubbed my belly. The baby kicked softly. Soon there would be two
~HUNTER’S POV~The elevator doors slid open with a dull chime. I stepped into my office, already loosening my tie. The drive into the city had been long, traffic worse than usual, and I hadn’t even had my second cup of coffee yet.All I wanted was silence. Paperwork. A chance to breathe. But life never seemed to give me that anymore.Because there she was.Eleanor Reid. My mother. Sitting on my office couch like a queen returning to her throne.For a moment I just stared at her, too tired to even summon rage. She was flawless, as always—dark tailored dress, jewelry flashing faintly under the morning light. She smiled, but her smile never reached her eyes. It never did.I sighed and dropped my briefcase on the desk.“Of all places,” I said flatly. “Your first day of freedom, and you choose to visit the son who locked you up.”Her lips curved faintly. “Isn’t that what mothers do? We miss our children. We long for those little moments of bonding.”“Bonding,” I repeated, rolling my sleeve
~HUNTER POV~The glass of whiskey burned as it slid down my throat. I was sitting in my private corner of the bar—the same restaurant I had seized from my mother when she crossed the line one too many times. The irony wasn’t lost on me: the bar she once used to charm senators and CEOs was now mine, stripped of her power.I was reviewing contracts when the heavy sound of boots echoed. Derek entered, dragging Jesse across the floor like she was trash he had picked up on the side of the road.He tossed her hard, and she landed on the rug with a thud.I lifted my eyes slowly from the paper.And what I saw almost made me laugh.Jesse Brown. The famous Jesse. The one Celine had grown up chasing after, trying to measure herself against. The girl who had always been dressed perfectly, who had the best grades, the brightest smile, the sharpest claws.Now she looked like a washed-up roadside night girl. Her hair was wild, stiff with spray and grease. Her makeup was too thick, smudged around h
~CELINE’S POV~The reception was still glowing in my mind when we left.The garden had been covered in fairy lights, soft music, and laughter. I could still see Caroline in her pearl-draped gown, smiling at Frederick like she had just found the safest place in the world. When they said their vows, my chest had tightened so much I thought I would cry.Not out of jealousy, not out of sadness—just out of knowing how much love can change a person.Hunter had been beside me the whole time, his hand brushing mine every few minutes, like he wanted to remind me I wasn’t alone. Caesar had run around with the other children, giggling until he fell asleep in Clancey’s lap. For once, even Mia had stayed quiet, sitting with a stiff smile but no drama.It had been a perfect evening.Now, as the car moved through the dark New York streets, the quiet wrapped around us. Caesar was asleep in the back, his small body leaning against the car seat, still holding the string of a half-deflated balloon.Hu
~HUNTER’S POV~The garden glowed with soft golden light, lanterns strung through the trees like captured fireflies. A string quartet played somewhere near the fountain, their music weaving through the low hum of conversation and laughter. The reception was in full swing. Caroline was radiant in her pearls and satin, Frederick held her like she was spun out of silk, and guests drifted between champagne towers and the dance floor.I stood near the edge of the crowd, a tumbler of bourbon in hand, surrounded by Caroline’s parents—my uncle and aunt. They’d always carried themselves with a kind of Old New York dignity, the kind that made people step aside without realizing they were doing it.“So, Hunter,” Aunt Elizabeth said, tilting her head, eyes sharp as ever, “where’s Eleanor? I assumed she wouldn’t miss her goddaughter’s wedding for the world.”The question was unavoidable. I had prepared for it, but still, the words felt heavy on my tongue.“She’s…occupied,” I said smoothly, forcin
~CELINE’S POV~The apartment felt different without the staff. Too quiet. Too bare. The kind of quiet that lets you hear the pop of eggs in a pan, the tick of the wall clock, even your own heartbeat.I flipped another pancake, the smell of butter and maple syrup curling through the kitchen. Sally and the rest of the staff had the day off—it felt good to have the house to ourselves, even if it meant I was up before everyone else.Behind me, soft footsteps. Then a low, familiar voice.“What’s smelling so good?”I turned just as Hunter appeared in the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair still damp from the shower. He leaned against the frame with that crooked grin that always undid me.“Breakfast,” I said, flipping the pancake onto a plate. “And before you ask, yes, I know we have Caroline’s wedding to get to. There’s plenty of time. I can get Caesar ready and still make sure my husband eats properly.”His brow arched. “Husband.”The word seemed to settle in his chest like