LOGINThe Wilfred empire had seen powerful men walk through its doors, politicians, investors, industry giants but never anyone like Zade Russo.
Sylvie didn’t know that yet. The rowdiness was much reduced compared to yesterday. But as she got to company, there were more guards than usual. The staff whispered in tight circles. The air itself felt heavier. She and Ryan stood by the lobby. "What’s going on?" she asked. Ryan didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched, just once. "Your father is expecting a visitor." "Okay… and?" "And it’s someone important." The tone in his voice, flat but strained, made her stop. "Ryan," she pressed, "who exactly is coming?" Before Sylvie could ask more, the doors below opened. Two men in dark suits entered first, guards. Then he stepped inside. Zade Russo. Young, handsome. His dark hair slicked back with expensive precision. His suit was tailored so perfectly. Sylvie froze at the top of the stairs, her breath caught in her throat without knowing why. The air around him changed everything like the temperature dropped, like the walls leaned away from him. Zade's gaze flickered upward, catching Sylvie staring. He smiled slowly, like he knew something she didn’t. Ryan instantly moved, stepping one inch in front of her. A silent blockade. A warning. And that’s when her father appeared. Cole Wilfred walked toward Zade with a stiff spine and a forced smile, hand outstretched. "Zade, you arrived earlier than expected." Zade shook his hand with a soft, amused exhale. "I don’t like being kept waiting. Not for business or for anything." "You received the documents?" her father asked. "I did," Zade replied. "We have things to discuss." His expression darkened just slightly. "And they won’t be pleasant." Ryan subtly shifted, his eyes following every small movement Zade made. He looked ready to jump in front of a grenade if necessary. Sylvie moved down the stairs slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from the tension that sparked between the two men. Her father noticed her. His stiff smile wavered. "Sylvie… now isn’t a good time." Zade, however, looked delighted. He gave Sylvie one last slow glance, curious, interested, amused and followed Cole towards his office. The doors shut behind them. Sylvie and Ryan stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door. "Who is he?" Sylvie whispered. "A problem." Ryan replied without hesitation. "That’s not an answer." Ryan’s voice lowered. "Zade Russo isn’t someone you want to know." "But my father seems to know him very well." "That’s what worries me." Inside the office, the voices rose, first sharp, then tense, then dangerously quiet. Sylvie stepped closer to the door. Ryan’s hand immediately wrapped around her wrist. "Don’t." "I just want to hear..." "And I’m telling you no." His voice was low, but not angry. For once, Sylvie didn’t pull away. "What kind of man is he?" she murmured to herself. After several tense minutes, the office door opened. Zade stepped out first. His smile was gone. Replaced with a more serious expression. Cole followed him, looking frustrated. Zade dusted an invisible speck off his sleeve. "Well, Cole… you know what needs to be done." Her father didn’t respond. Zade turned slightly, his gaze sweeping the hallway until it settled inevitably on Sylvie and he smirked. Then, without breaking eye contact with her, he said to her father: "There is a debt. And I always collect what I am owed." Ryan’s hand slipped quietly toward the holster hidden under his jacket. And Zade Russo walked out of the company with the same smooth, confident stride of a man who wasn’t threatening a family but making a promise. A dangerous one.She powered the phone on. When the screen lit up, for a split second, nothing happened. Then, vibration. A sharp, aggressive buzzing in her palm. She flinched. It hummed relentlessly, like it had been waiting for this exact moment. Notifications began to pour in one after another. The screen filled so quickly she could barely read anything. Messages stacked on top of messages. Her hands started trembling almost immediately. Ryan’s grip tightened slightly around her free hand, steadying her, but he didn’t try to take the phone. At least not yet. Her eyes scanned the top of the screen. Liana. Dahlia. Mum. Dad. Zade. The names blurred together. Then she tapped Liana’s chat first. The messages were frantic. ~ Sylvie where are you?? Please answer your phone. You didn’t say anything before leaving. Are you safe? Sylvie I’m serious, just tell me you’re okay. ~ She scrolled upward. There were even more. Messages sent hours ago. Voice notes she hadn’t opened. Her throat tighte
The first thing Sylvie noticed when she woke up was the quiet. Her lashes fluttered open slowly. For a brief moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The ceiling above her wasn’t hers. The curtains weren’t hers. The faint scent in the air, wood, detergent, something subtly masculine wasn’t hers either. Then it all came back. Ryan, his house, the way she had fallen asleep with her cheek pressed against his chest. As she shifted slightly under the covers, she realized she had slept unexpectedly well. Her hand moved instinctively to the other side of the bed, it was empty. The sheets were cool too. She blinked at the space beside her, processing it. She realized Ryan was already up. She sat up slowly, pushing the duvet down to her waist. Morning light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet met the cool floor. She stretched slightly, shoulders rolling back, then stood as she slipped her feets into the hous
The mall lights were already glowing against the deepening evening when they pulled into the parking lot. It was one of those malls with glass front, automatic sliding doors, soft gold lighting. Ryan cut the engine and glanced at her. "You okay?" She nodded. "Yeah." He stepped out first, walking around the car to open her door. She noticed the way he automatically took most of the weight, always positioning himself between her and everything else. Inside, the mall hummed with life. It was almost six-thirty now, the early evening rush still alive but beginning to thin. Ryan slowed his steps so she could walk beside him. "Pick whatever you want," he said quietly. "Don’t worry about anything." She looked at him. "Ryan..." "I mean it." His voice was firm but soft. "Whatever it is at all that you need." She hesitated. "I can pay for some of it." He gave her a look, gentle, but unyielding. "No. You shouldn’t worry about that. Just… trust me. It’s not an issue." She swallowed and
For a few more suspended seconds, their foreheads rested against each other. Their breathing mingled in the narrow space between them. His thumb still lingered near her cheek, warm against skin.But then, the reality of the last twenty-four hours surged back into Sylvie’s mind. The abandonment, the panic, the tears shed on Liana’s shoulder, it all came rushing back, She pulled away suddenly creating a distance. Her eyes, which had moments ago softened with relief, began to shine with something else entirely. Tears. They gathered quickly, blurring her vision. "Why?" she demanded, her voice breaking before it could fully rise. "Why did you leave? How could you? You left me." Ryan froze. She stepped back further, shaking her head as if the sight of him standing there only made her more angry. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?" she asked fiercely. "Do you have any idea?""Sylvie, listen to me..." He instinctively reached for her hands, but she yanked them away from him.
By the time the bus came to a stop, it was almost noon.The sun was high now, bright and casting shadows across unfamiliar streets. Sylvie stepped off the bus slowly, her legs was a little bit stiff from sitting too long.For a moment, she just stood there. Her hairdo was already starting to fray, with a few loose strands of hair falling across her face.This city felt different from hers. Nobody here knew she was supposed to be getting married that morning. Good.She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and began walking. She asked three different people before she finally found the right direction to a car rental place. Her voice was steady each time she asked, though her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she left home.The rental building wasn’t large. Just a modest storefront with wide glass windows and a faded sign overhead. She stepped inside.A man behind the counter looked up. Mid-forties with a neutral expression."Good afternoon. How can I help you?""Good afterno
After a while, there was another knock at the door. Liana froze mid-sentence while talking, her eyebrows lifting. "There’s going to be a lot of knocking today. We might as well remove the door." Dahlia stifled a laugh. The hairstylist paused in her movements, her fingers still holding a section of Sylvie’s hair in place. "Come in," Sylvie called out, her voice steady. The door opened and a worker stepped inside with her hands folded politely in front of her. "Miss Sylvie, pardon the intrusions" she began respectfully, "But Mrs. Wilfred sent for Miss Liana and Miss Dahlia. She is in the garden." Liana blinked. "The garden?" "Yes." "Do you know why? Liana asked immediately. The worker gave a small apologetic smile. "I do not really know." Silence lingered for a second too long. Then the worker bowed her head slightly and left. The door clicked shut. Liana turned slowly toward Dahlia getting nervous. "Why do you think Sylvie's mom would be calling us?" Dahl
Morning came quickly.By the time sunlight crept through the curtains, Sylvie was already awake, staring at the ceiling. The sense of relief she’d felt the night before lingered.She got ready for work in silence.Ryan was already waiting when she came downstairs, dressed and alert as usual, as if
"Zade," Cole said finally, his voice even. "There’s something you don’t know." There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. Zade Russo was not a man who liked pauses unless he controlled them. "I’m listening," Zade replied. Cole exhaled slowly, choosing his words. "Nearly three months
The door opened only halfway.The man stayed planted behind it, one hand gripping the edge as though ready to close it at the slightest wrong move. His eyes flicked quickly, to the left, then to right, observing the men standing on his doorstep.The two men in front of his door.About five others l
Monday morning came like any other. Sylvie sat at the breakfast table, stirring her tea absentmindedly. She hadn’t finished it by the time she pushed the cup aside. The house was quiet, unusually so, and for a moment she considered staying home. Then she decided against it. "I’m going to work to







