Se connecterKENDRICKNalani fell asleep before we were even halfway home. My little girl sprawled across my arms, her cheek resting against my chest, one tiny hand curled into my jacket lapel. The wedding had clearly exhausted her. Between scattering flower petals, charming half the guests, and insisting on showing everyone her dress, she had barely sat still for five minutes. Now, however, she was completely out, her soft breaths warming my shirt.I looked down at her and smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You had a busy day, didn't you, princess?”She didn't answer, obviously. She only snuggled closer.I was still watching her when my phone vibrated in my pocket. Carefully, I shifted Nalani so I wouldn't wake her, pulled out the device, and glanced at the screen.Yulia: Can we talk? It's important.My smile disappeared as a strange uneasiness settled in my stomach. Yulia and I had exchanged a few looks and messages throughout the reception, but she'd seemed distracted towa
YULIAI tried to focus on the conversation, but watching Natalie cling to Kendrick while he barely acknowledged her was distracting.I reminded myself that their marriage was none of my business, even if I still loved him. When Kendrick caught my eye, I raised a brow, silently asking if he was alright. He nodded, but something still felt off.A few seconds later, my phone buzzed beside my glass. I picked it up and glanced at the screen.Kendrick: You're looking exquisite today. 😉I pressed my lips together to stop myself from smiling too broadly. Me: Thanks.I hesitated before sending another message.Me: Is everything alright? You seem distracted.His mouth curved slightly before he replied.Kendrick: Yeah, Peaches. Don't worry.Whatever was going on, he clearly wasn't ready to discuss it here, and I wasn't going to press him during Victor's wedding.“Girl, put that phone down before Natalie sets this entire place on fire,” Adeline whispered.I nearly choked on my drink.“Adeline!”
KENDRICK“Daddy, look at me!” I pivoted just in time to see Nalani spin in the middle of the living room, her little white dress flaring around her legs as she twirled. The tiny flowers woven into her hair bounced with every movement.I couldn't help smiling. “You look beautiful, baby.”She stopped spinning and looked down at herself, inspecting the dress as if she hadn’t spent the last fifteen minutes admiring it. “I do?”“You do.”She grinned, then she twirled again.I laughed under my breath. “Careful, princess. You're going to make yourself dizzy.”She giggled and ran toward me, then stopped directly in front of my shoes. “Do I look like a flower girl?”“You are a flower girl.”“Yayyy!”I chuckled. She had been talking about the wedding since the moment we'd told her she was going to be part of it. She was fascinated by the idea of walking down the aisle, scattering flower petals, and wearing a dress that made her feel like a princess.Judging by how much she'd twirled this morni
YULIABy the time I arrived at Regent Law Group, the office was already filling up. I greeted a few colleagues on my way to my office, exchanged a couple of smiles, and settled behind my desk. The routine provided a strange sense of comfort. A few weeks ago, I still wondered whether returning to London had been the right decision. Now, I was beginning to feel as though I was building something here again.I had barely opened the first file when my desk telephone rang. I picked it up. “Yulia Adley speaking.”“Good morning, Yulia. It's Harrison.”I straightened slightly in my chair. “Good morning.”“Could you come to my office when you have a moment?”“Of course.”I hung up and looked at the files spread across my desk before getting up. Harrison rarely called people into his office without a reason, and considering the timing, I suspected this had something to do with Nikolai's case.I walked down the hallway, knocked, and opened his door. Harrison stood beside the large window behind
NATALIEI’ve barely slept since yesterday. Kendrick’s words kept replaying in my head, each one sharper than the last.I want a divorce.Kendrick hadn't threatened me with anything. That was the problem. He hadn't shouted, slammed anything, or lost his temper with me. That cold, controlled expression of his told me he wanted to end our marriage as though he had already made the decision years ago.I lowered myself onto the sofa, lost in thought. After four years as Mrs. Kendrick Fernsby, living in the mansion, wearing the clothes, attending the events, sitting beside one of London’s most powerful men and watching everyone treat me like I had won some extraordinary prize, Kendrick wanted to take it all away.I clenched my hands together. No. He couldn't do that. Not after everything.I reached for my phone and opened my banking application. The numbers on the screen were still large enough to make most people gasp, but suddenly they didn't look as comforting as they had yesterday. Th
KENDRICKI saw the shock flicker across Natalie’s face, astonished I’d known all this time. Her expression changed, then she finally asked. “What did you expect me to do?”I gave a humourless laugh. “That's your defence?”“You're my husband.”“And?”Her expression hardened. “And I have every right to protect my marriage.”“You haven't been protecting this marriage, Natalie. Neither have I. That's the truth we've both avoided for years.”“We've been married for four years,” she argued. “Four years, Kendrick. You haven't touched me in four years. You barely speak to me unless it concerns Nalani. What exactly did you expect me to do?”I didn't answer immediately because there was some truth in what she had said, even if she was using it to justify everything else. Our marriage had been dead long before either of us admitted it. “When I was with you back then, years ago, I told you that whatever was between us couldn't become love.”Her expression faltered. “But—”“No.” I took a slow br
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
YULIA“We’re almost there, baby girl.” My father watched me as I angled towards the side window, lost in my thoughts.“I still can’t believe you eloped and got married.” I glanced at him, and he was smiling.“Well… I can’t be single forever. I’m ready to settle down and spend the rest of my life wi







