Skylar
I never thought a simple night out would turn into something like this.Paul’s grip on my wrist was tight, his smug expression making my stomach twist in disgust.But what truly shocked me was the way he looked at Cole—like he was someone beneath him, someone insignificant.“And who the hell are you?” Paul sneered, his arrogance on full display.Cole didn’t respond. He just stood there, calm and composed, his dark eyes unreadable.Paul took that silence as weakness. His smirk widened as he straightened his shoulders.“Listen, pretty boy, I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but you need to mind your own business. Walk away now, or you’ll regret it.”I could feel Amber tense beside me, too stunned to even utter a word. I also wanted to speak up, but Cole’s presence kept me rooted in place. He wasn’t reacting- wasn’t angry or offended. He was just watching Paul.Then, without a word, ColeSkylarThe event was beginning to slow down. Some guests had already started leaving. Others lingered near the displays, chatting and admiring the collections for the last time. It had been an incredible day—one I would never forget.My cheeks still ached from all the smiling. I’d shaken more hands tonight than I had in my entire life. Compliments floated around, and I was finally beginning to breathe easy when the host, Miss Annie, returned to the stage.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said brightly, “please join me in welcoming Mr. Ethan Varelli, General Manager of Elegance Jewelry Company, for the closing remarks!”I turned my head just in time to see him stepping onto the stage.Ethan took the mic from Annie, flashing his charming smile. “Good evening, everyone. First of all, thank you all for being here tonight. Your presence means a lot to us at Elegance Jewelry.”More polite applause followed.He continued, “This year’s Biannual Jewelry Collection Event has been nothing short of ma
SkylarThe day I’d been working toward for weeks now—maybe even up to months—was finally here.The Biannual Jewelry Collection Event.It sounded like a dream. Just saying the name out loud gave me a rush. I was actually going to present my jewelry design—my own design—at one of the most respected industry showcases. And not just that… I was the lead designer and the last to present.The finale.They always said the best was saved for last, right?But right now, I was pacing back and forth behind the stage like a wind-up toy about to burst. I’d rehearsed everything, and still, my heart raced like a jackhammer.As I tried to collect myself, Tara came from behind.“You alright?” she asked, her tone low and calm.I nodded quickly, then shook my head just as fast. “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean… I’m excited. But terrified.”She chuckled gently and stepped closer. “That’s natural. If you weren’t nervous, it would mean you don’t care. You’ve worked hard. You deserve to be here, Skylar.”Her wo
ColeSkylar didn’t move.“I thought we were going somewhere for a talk or something. I didn’t think…” She glanced at the bike again. “This wasn’t what I expected.”“That’s the point.”Skylar looked uncertain, her fingers brushing her coat. “You really want me to get on the bike?”“Unless you’d rather go back inside and keep apologizing over dinner.”Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of defiance flaring. “Fine.” She walked over, still hesitant, but her hand reached for the helmet.“Hair up,” I reminded her.She tied her hair quickly, then slid the helmet on, adjusting the strap under her chin. I got on first and steadied the bike. She climbed on after a brief pause, one leg swinging awkwardly over the seat before she settled behind me.She hovered for a second before her arms slowly wrapped around my waist.“You good?” I asked over my shoulder.“Yeah,” she said. “Just… surprised.”I grinned. “Hold on tight.”And with that, I revved the engine. It roared beneath us, vibrating throug
ColeAfter everything that happened today, all I wanted was to go home and rest.Xavier had just finished giving me a full report—everything went according to plan. On the surface, it looked like a miracle. A massive plagiarism scandal buried within twenty-four hours? To the world, it would seem effortless. Clean. Efficient. Just another one of those privileged power plays. But I knew better.No one saw the number of phone calls I had to make. The favors I had to pull. From top-level media executives to legal consultants who owed me for cases they’d long forgotten. The resources I had to mobilize— surveillance analysts, and digital forensic teams that were included in Xavier's special team. Even a few old intelligence contacts I had sworn I’d never call again unless the world was burning. Well, for Skylar, it almost did.But it was done now. The article was taken down, retracted. The "sources" vanished like smoke. And Skylar’s name was cleared.With work wrapped up, I grabbed my coat
Skylar I could finally breathe again.I was no longer under suspicion. My name had been cleared—well, almost. But at least now, people weren't whispering behind my back. They weren't looking at me like I was a fraud.Ivana had screamed herself hoarse as she was dragged out, and Ethan… Ethan had made one last, pitiful attempt to turn things around. I remembered the look in his eyes, how he tried to paint himself as a victim in the mess he'd helped create. I’d watched him speak with such confidence, like he genuinely believed his own lies.I shook my head slowly.Anyone who still trusted Ethan was just deceiving themselves. That man was an expert at twisting the truth to fit his own interests. He never cared about anyone but himself. I knew the only reason he had been trying to get me to be his mistress was because it suited his agenda. If I had learned anything from him, it was that Ethan was a man who would burn down a house if it kept him warm for one more night."Skylar!" a famili
EthanThe ticking of the wall clock in my office had never sounded this loud before. Every second dragged like a chain scraping the floor. I sat at the edge of my seat, tapping my pen against the desk, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds. They were taking too long. Far too long.What the hell was going on in that room? Xavier had been there for an hour to interrogate Ivana, and yet there was still no update.I stood abruptly. I couldn’t sit still any longer. This wasn’t just about Skylar and some stupid design theft—it was about keeping myself far away from the mess Ivana had stirred up. I had played my part from the shadows. That was the deal. That was the plan.Unable to take it anymore, I left the office and made my way down the corridor toward the presentation room. Coincidentally, I saw Ivana, sandwiched between two of Xavier’s men, being led out of the presentation room. Her eyes locked with mine for the briefest second. Fury. Disgust. Betrayal. It was all there, flas
IvanaI could feel my heart thudding against my chest like a warning drum, but I kept repeating the words in my head.STICK. TO. THE. STORY.I’d rehearsed this moment in my head a thousand times. My story was perfect. I had crafted every word, every detail. If I didn’t waver, if I didn’t panic, then there was no way anyone could pin anything on me. No matter how many times they asked me, no matter how hard they tried to shake me—I’d hold firm. I had to.The door creaked open. A woman in a black suit stepped in and gave me a nod. “They’re ready for you, Miss Ivana.”I swallowed hard, squared my shoulders, and forced a calm smile as I followed her into the presentation room.Tara was there, eyes sharp and cold. Mrs. Roberts sat beside her, unreadable as always. And then there was him—the head of the special forces sent from HQ to investigate this matter.He stood tall, dressed neatly in a navy suit, his expression almost too pleasant.“Miss Ivana,” he greeted with a smile. “Thank you fo
EthanI couldn’t sit still. I kept pacing up and down the hallway just outside the IT department, my hands shoved deep in my pockets, my eyes darting between the closed glass doors and the men working behind them.Xavier and his men were inside.I still couldn’t believe it.Cole actually sent Xavier?What the hell was that supposed to mean?I stopped and stared through the glass, watching Xavier talk calmly to my IT team. His tone was low, professional, but I could see the sharpness in his eyes. He wasn’t just asking questions. He was digging—pulling threads, searching for loose ends.Damn it.He wasn’t supposed to be here.Sure, I knew there might be some follow-up from HQ after Mason had told me that Mrs. Roberts had reported to them. But I never thought Cole would bring out his big gun. If Cole trusted Xavier enough to send him directly, that only meant one thing—he was very much interested in this case.Or worse… he thought I had something to do with it.I swallowed hard.No. Tha
SkylarI sat across from Tara in her office, knees slightly pressed together, hands clenched in my lap.It took me a while to gather myself and recollect my thoughts after I left Ethan's office.That scumbag honestly thought that after everything he'd done to me, I would still go back to him? Was he drunk or sick in the head to think I would go to him?Asshole!After regaining my composure, I went to see Tara just as she had instructed… and here we are now.Tara leaned forward, arms resting on her desk as her eyes pierced through me. “Skylar,” she began, her tone unusually direct, “I want you to be honest with me. Did you really have anything to do with Ivana’s work?”I took a quiet breath, then met her gaze. “Yes... but not in the way people are thinking.”Tara raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. So I explained.“A few months ago,” I began, “Ivana helped me when I had issues with my computer. Someone had tampered with my computer and had deleted the tasks I was meant to deliver to yo