INICIAR SESIÓNThe following days in Velmore Holdings were abnormally calm after the public spat between Kyline and Caliste.Gossips had died down, but whispers still lingered in corners of the building. People spoke about the incident with a strange kind of awe — how calmly Caliste Winslow, the company's poised and composed creative director, handled humiliation in front of everyone. Some admired her. Others pitied her.Caliste, however, remained unfazed. Her focus was entirely on the campaign she was designing — a high-profile project meant to rebrand one of Velmore's luxury subsidiaries. The only thing she allowed to consume her thoughts was her work.Or so she tried.Because sometimes, in quiet moments, her mind would drift — to the past, to Lucian, to the son she could never acknowledge aloud. And recently, to a man who appeared so unexpectedly it almost felt like fate testing her resolve.Caelum Vellaria.---It began innocently.Their second meeting happened in the executive lobby a week late
Two days passed since Caliste's unexpected reunion with Caelum Vellaria.She had buried herself in work ever since designs, sketches, project meetings, deadlines anything that could keep her mind from wandering back to the tall man with silver-gray eyes and a smile that saw far too much.But fate, as always, had a wicked sense of humor.It was nearly noon when her secretary entered her office, holding a folder and wearing that uncertain expression that usually meant trouble."Miss Winslow, Mr. Vellaria is here to see you," she said carefully.Caliste froze mid-sketch, her pen hovering just above the tracing paper. "Caelum Vellaria?"Her secretary nodded. "He said he's here on behalf of the Velmore Holdings' new expansion campaign. Mr. Velmore is in a board meeting, so he asked his cousin to check the progress."Caliste blinked twice, trying to compose herself. Of all the possible people Lucian could have sent…"Send him in," she finally said, straightening her posture.The door opene
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Caliste stepped out, her heels tapping lightly against the marble floor. Her pulse had finally begun to slow after the confrontation with Kyline, but her thoughts refused to settle.The murmurs from earlier still lingered faintly in her mind. People had seen, they had whispered, and no matter how strong her composure appeared on the outside, she could feel the burn of embarrassment deep in her chest."Just focus," she murmured to herself. "You've been through worse."She kept her eyes forward, clutching a few folders to her chest. The corridor leading back to her office was unusually quiet now, washed in the soft light of the afternoon sun that filtered through the glass walls.Her thoughts drifted toward Lucian how he had appeared just when she needed him, how his voice still had that command that made people obey without question.Why did he always have to step in?Why couldn't she handle this without him?Her emotions tangled betw
The elevator chimed softly as its doors slid open on the 38th floor of Velmore Enterprises — the creative wing of Lucian Velmore's empire. Caliste Winslow stepped out, her polished heels clicking lightly on the marble floor, a thick portfolio tucked beneath her arm. The faint scent of coffee and printer ink filled the air, mingling with the sound of keyboards and muted conversations.Velmore Innovations: Home of the future of fashion and technology. That was the slogan she herself had created years ago when she was still Mrs. Caliste Velmore. Now, she walked these halls not as the CEO's wife, but as his newly appointed Creative Director — the visionary behind the next rebranding campaign.It had been nearly three weeks since she started working there again. Rumors had spread like wildfire the moment her name appeared on the official employee list: Caliste Winslow — formerly Velmore — now working under her ex-husband.Some said it was professional reconciliation; others whispered of a
The sound of steel bars clanking echoed through the dim, narrow corridor of Cartham Federal Prison.Desmund Winslow sat alone on a wooden bench, his posture regal despite the tattered uniform he wore. His cell was cleaner than most .A privilege bought with money and threats. Even in chains, Desmund still held power.For months, the world outside had been silent to him. His influence waned, his empire stripped away by Gregory Winslow and Lucian Velmore's alliance. But tonight, the silence broke.A shadow appeared at the edge of his cell door.A man cloaked in gray, his face partially hidden beneath the prison lights.Desmund's sharp eyes glinted. "You're late."The man bowed his head slightly. "Apologies, sir. There were… checks. But I bring news you'll find worth the wait."Desmund leaned forward, the faint smile on his face curving into something dangerous. "Go on."The man looked around before stepping closer to the bars. "It's about Caliste Winslow."For a moment, silence.Desmund
The next morning, Caliste walked into the towering glass structure of Velmore Industries, her head held high but her chest tight with nerves. The marble floors gleamed under her heels, and the mirrored walls reflected a woman who looked every bit the part of a poised designer and businesswoman though deep inside, her heart was an unhealed scar.It had been a week since that night in Lucian's penthouse.A night filled with anger, unspoken truth, and a deal born of desperation.Caliste never meant to go back to his world, but when he offered her a chance to work under one of his subsidiaries, she took it. She didn't care about the gossip or the eyes that followed her every step. She had only one purpose now to stay close enough to see her son, even from a distance.---The Office WhispersBy noon, the rumors had already spread through the entire building like wildfire."Did you hear?" one employee whispered by the elevator. "Caliste Winslow is working here under Lucian Velmore himself."
The boutique was nestled between luxury cafés and designer brands, a quiet but refined fashion house known for its tailored elegance. True to his word, Lucian pulled strings and placed Caliste in a position that matched her skills—not too high to raise suspicions, but not too low to humiliate her.
A long silence followed.Lucian leaned back in his chair, eyes darkening. "That's not the word I'd use."Caliste raised a brow. "No? Because that's exactly what this feels like.""I'm not married," he said flatly. "A mistress implies someone kept in the shadows, behind a wife and a name. There's no
Lucian stared down at her, eyes shadowed with stormy emotions. He hadn't meant for any of this. Seeing her again—like that, in that place—had broken something inside him. But now, standing here in the quiet of his penthouse, holding her close, all his fury melted into something more dangerous: long
Caliste stirred beneath the silky sheets, her eyelashes fluttering open. For a moment, she forgot where she was—until her eyes met his.Lucian.He was already dressed in a crisp black shirt and tailored pants, sitting on the couch like a shadow—silent, brooding, dangerous. His elbows rested on his







