MasukYULIABy Saturday night, I was already questioning why I'd agreed to attend.I stood in front of my mirror, taking one last look at myself in my black gown. The charity event was being held at The Dorchester, and Adeline had insisted I dress up because, according to her, “charity events are still social events, and you can't show up looking like you just left the office.” I had laughed when she said it, but now, standing in a fitted black dress with my hair falling loosely around my shoulders, I understood exactly what she meant.I grabbed my clutch and headed downstairs.A few minutes later, as I stepped into the event hall, I understood why Adeline had been so excited. The room was beautifully decorated with soft lights, tall floral arrangements, elegant tables, and photographs from the children's programmes the charity supported. It felt warm rather than overly formal, and for a moment, I was glad I'd come.“Yulia!”I spun around as Adeline marched toward me.She threw her arms
NATALIEShock rooted me to the floor, leaving my mind entirely blank. Kendrick stood across the bedroom, staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. His voice was deceptively calm when he asked about the money, which only made the situation feel far more dangerous. He had never asked me about my spending before.Not once.As long as I didn't embarrass him publicly, he seemed perfectly content to let me live however I wanted.So why now?Why had he suddenly decided to question me?“I asked you a question, Natalie.”His voice pulled me back to reality.“What did you use one million pounds for?”“It was an emergency,” I answered quickly.His eyes narrowed. “What emergency?”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Think Natalie.I needed something believable. “I had some financial commitments that needed to be handled immediately.”“What commitments?”I looked away. “Personal ones.”Kendrick gave a humourless laugh. “Personal?”“Yes.”“That doesn't explain anything.”“I didn't think
KENDRICKBack in my office, I sat behind my desk and loosened my tie as I stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Yulia had challenged the technical evidence intelligently, and I couldn't fault her for doing her job. What bothered me was the possibility that she might actually be onto something. The discrepancies she'd pointed out weren't enough to invalidate anything yet, but they were enough to make me want my team to go through every line of data again.I had spent years building Fernsby Technologies into something capable of handling cases like this, yet one conversation with Yulia had made me question whether we had missed something.My phone suddenly vibrated across the desk.My accountant was calling.It caught my attention because he rarely called me directly unless something required my attention. I answered. “Hello, Clarence?”“Good afternoon, Mr. Fernsby.”“Good afternoon.”“I'm sorry to call you directly, sir. I know you're probably busy.”“It's fine. What's going
YULIAThe courtroom was already crowded when my team and I walked in.“Ready?” Mr. Harrison asked.“Yes.”I tightened my grip on the leather folder and took a slow breath before heading to the defence table.I had handled criminal matters before and knew how to stand before a judge, present an argument, and keep emotion out of my voice.But this case was different. Kendrick was here.The evidence against Nikolai was far more complicated than the prosecution had initially made it out to be.I glanced across the courtroom.Alexander’s legal team was already seated. Behind them sat representatives from Fernsby Technologies.Kendrick sat beside his technical team, dressed in a blue-black suit with a tablet resting in front of him. He looked completely composed, as though this were another business meeting.His eyes lifted, finding mine right away. His expression barely changed, but I noticed the slight tightening around his eyes.I broke eye contact first.Focus, Yulia.The judge entered
KENDRICK“Daddy?” I could hear my daughter's voice, but the words hardly registered as Yulia, and I continued to stare at each other from opposite sides of the backyard.I looked down. “Hmm?”She pointed toward the house. “Can we get food?”I smiled. “In a minute.”Then I looked back at Yulia. She was still staring at me.I felt the same pull I had felt in her office. The same one I'd been fighting since forever.Then Natalie shifted beside me.I cut my eyes to her. She was staring at Yulia.Her expression was difficult to read.Surprise.Tension.Maybe even discomfort. I knew she hadn't expected to see Yulia here. But unlike Natalie, I couldn't look away.Yulia finally broke eye contact. She looked toward Nalani, held her gaze for a fleeting moment, then back at me. I wondered what she was thinking.Was she imagining what my life had become?Was she wondering how different things might have been if she had stayed?Or was she simply seeing me as a married man with a child?That last
YULIAThe week had gone by much faster than I expected. Somehow, I'd settled back into a routine more easily than I thought I would. I smiled to myself as I moved around my apartment, cleaning up the small mess I'd made during the week. Music played softly through my speakers, filling the rooms with a warmth that made the morning feel lighter.“Love me like you do, love me like you do. . .”I hummed along with Ellie Goulding's song, occasionally singing the lyrics under my breath as I wiped down the kitchen counter.I laughed quietly at myself, realizing how much I missed moments like this.When the song ended, I turned off the music and looked around the apartment.Clean enough.“Finally!” I placed the cloth aside and headed to the bathroom.Judging by how much Dad insisted I come over for brunch today, I knew it wasn't just a simple meal. I showered, washed my hair, and stood in front of the mirror afterward with a towel wrapped around my body and another around my hair.I studie
YULIA“So you’re telling me that you’re living with the Kendrick Fernsby?” Adeline asked dramatically, raising both hands to make quotation marks in the air. I laughed, taking another sip of my pineapple smoothie. I had decided to meet her at The Good Life Eatery because their smoothies were ridic
KENDRICKI shouldn’t have kissed her. It wasn’t even a kiss worth overthinking—just her cheek, a brief moment of contact that should’ve meant nothing.But it did, and that was the problem.I ruffled my hair, staring blankly at the surveillance analytics displayed across my MacBook’s screen while ab
YULIA“This is it?” I asked, glancing around the parking lot filled with cars. “Yes.” Kendrick parked his car and turned to me. “Ever been to a street race?”I shook my head wildly, speechless all of a sudden. His expression barely changed, but his eyes said otherwise . “Then prepare yourself. Yo
KENDRICK“What were they thinking, letting her live with you?” Victor asked, leaning back lazily in the chair across from my desk like he owned the space.“Safety.” I shrugged, flipping through the folder in front of me without bothering to look up. “Apparently, her father thinks London will collap







