LOGINAva's POV
It's been two days since Maureen paid me a visit and I've been worried sick. I've been on edge expecting the arrogant young billionaire that claims he will take over custody of Leo from me to walk straight into this restaurant or ring my doorbell. Unfortunately, my best friend thinks it's an opportunity for me to marry a billionaire and make us both rich. I know it's possible and if it happens I'll make sure to do just that but I also know better than to keep my hopes up. I know the rich people's game pretty well; they walk into your life with zero respect and go straight to demanding what they want. When you disagree, they offer you money and if you still do not agree, you might face a lawsuit. I'm ready for all that but one thing is for sure; I'm not leaving Leo for any reason. “Ava, table two needs a menu” Christabel says to me as she moves to prepare an order for a customer. “On it.” I answer. Walking to the table in question, I put on my best smile. “Welcome to John's Diner, here is the menu.” I say in my practiced waitress voice. The man picks up the menu but the woman is a regular. “What's up, Ava?” Lily asks. “I'm good, you?” I ask her. “Great.” she answers smiling. “Your boyfriend?” I ask reciprocating her smile. “Ewwwww God no, she's not even my type” the man suddenly says, frowning. “Like you are my type, jerk.” she says, rolling her eyes. “You two would look good together though.” I tease. “Please, I beg you, do not curse me.” The man pleads. “Anyway he is my younger brother Andrew, Drew she's a friend Ava” she introduces us. “Nice meeting you Ava.” He extends his hand. “Likewise.” I say receiving the handshake. “Why have I not seen you around?” I am really interested. “I was in town for business and my sister basically dragged me here.” He explains. “She might have done that but she won't drag you here again, you'll do the dragging next time.” I say with a smile. “We'll see about that; I'll take a hamburger and a fresh orange juice.” Placing his order, he hands me the menu. “The usual?” I ask Lily after writing down Drew's order. “Of course.” She says, smiling. “Coming right up.” I state, going into the kitchen to get their orders. Moving quickly to serve them their orders, I trip and almost fall when Maya—my best friend —holds me. “ Why do you keep tripping?” She asks me. A smile lit my face up as I saw her. “I don't know, maybe I'm trying so hard to fall for you.” I answer. Taking a tray from me, she pushes me forward. “Oops, I'm sorry I don't do girls” she says and we both laugh. On getting to the table, she murmurs something that is impossible for me to hear. “Your order.” I state, dropping the food in front of each person. “Officer M.” Drew speaks casually to Maya. Oh I forgot to mention; she's a police officer. Cool right? “Mr. Andrew, what are you doing here?” she asks him. “You both know each other?” Lily asked, staring blatantly at both of them. “I was going to ask the same thing.” I say, still in shock. “Yeah We kind of do know each other.” Maya says as a bead of sweat basically forms on her forehead. “Are you just acquaintances or are you romantically involved with each other?” Lily asks, adding fuel to the fire. “Wait, are you nervous right now?” I ask, whispering, my eyes widening at the fact that my friend is actually nervous. She has always been the professional at handling guys between us. “I am frequently in Manhattan for business that I sort of live there so we usually see each other and Officer M has helped me address a misunderstanding.” Drew explains. Wow, bro seems not to notice that my best friend over here is actually crushing hard on him to the point of getting nervous. He is so not observant. “That can't be all I can tell there is something more.” Lily pushes looking intently at Maya. “He told you everything.”Maya says with a hiccup. Lily is about to say more when I gesture for her to be quiet and we both giggle as Drew returns to eating his burger and Maya walks behind the counter. The doorbell rings as Leo's teacher, who was my classmate in highschool drops him off. “Mama!” he jumps excitedly. “My baby, how was school today?” I ask taking his lunch box from his teacher and hold his hand in mine. “Great!” he says, smiling. “Thanks Gabby.”I say to his teacher and she nods. “It's no biggie.” she says as she waves Leo goodbye and walks out of the restaurant. “Was your day really that good baby, you're smiling from ear to ear.” Lily asks. Turning around, his smile widens. “Aunt Lily!” He runs to her, going in for a hug. “Is my son not back from school yet?” Maya asks, emerging from the kitchen. “Aunt Maya!!!” Okay, he's a little too excited to see her. It's understandable though it's been what? two weeks since they saw each other. “How was your day, my baby?” Maya asks, pinching his cheeks in a cute way. “Great!” He answers, raising a thumbs up. “Did anyone bully you?” she asks, her forehead squeezing in concern. “Mmm mmm” he answered, shaking his head from side to side. “Are you sure, you can tell me the truth, I promise not to arrest them” she tries convincing him. “No one can bully my son,Maya. I already taught him what I learnt in first grade.” I say walking up to them “What do you do when someone tries to bully you?” addressing Leo, I ask. “Walk close to them with my death glare, step on them and report them to my teacher.” he answers while demonstrating. A round of applause rings throughout the restaurant. Feeling proud, I give my baby a high five. “That's my boy.” I say, ruffling his hair and carrying him in my arms. Carrying him, I remember my sister and smile. She gave me such an irreplaceable and adorable gift only to leave us both behind in this world. Thinking about Eva reminds me of Leo's father who suddenly wants custody over his son. It seems as though he hasn't found us yet; that's the only reason I can come up with as to why he has not visited us. The doorbell rings, cutting through my thoughts as cold air fills the restaurant which is strange since summer still has a long way to go. Looking up, I lock eyes with black cold orbs which seem to pull me in and push me out, not allowing me to see how deep his thoughts go. Looking around me, I realize how every head is turned towards him. From the restaurant's manager to my other colleagues, to Lily, to Drew and even Maya. Only Leo and his father who has popped out from my thoughts like the devil he is; have their attention focused on me. “Isn't he dreamy?” Maya whispers Now I get it: she has lost her damn mind. Walking towards me in all his glory is a Greek god who is about to turn my world upside down. Looking at Leo who is still in my arms he says three words that makes my heartbeat stop. “That's my son."Ava’s POVThe receptionist’s whispering and the sharp glow of the breaking-news banner follow me all the way out of the building like a shadow hungry to cling. Outside, the cold air hits my face and it’s exactly what I need. Something real. Something not shaped by Damon Ashford’s gravity.My phone buzzes again in my coat pocket.I don’t look at it. Not yet.I keep walking, boots pounding against the pavement, replaying the headline burned into my vision:> Mystery Woman Spotted at Ashford Enterprises — Damon Ashford’s Secret Fiancée?Mystery woman?It's funny how quickly the world assigns names to things it doesn’t understand.I go to hail down a cab but decide to walk home even if I give up halfway… cause that is inevitable.I need something to keep my mind busy. Something to conquer. Something that doesn’t have dark eyes and an irritatingly beautiful baritone voice haunting me at every turn.Inside the apartment, Maya is on the couch with a bowl of popcorn she definitely didn’t pay
Ava's POV His last message sits in my chest like a stone as the city wakes around me. I move through the morning with the calm of someone who’s already made a plan—only the plan keeps changing because Damon Ashford doesn’t play small and I refuse to let him think he’s rewritten the rules. “You look like you might combust,” Maya says, handing me coffee like a peace treaty. “I don’t combust,” I tell her, the words flat. “I detonate when necessary.” She snorts. “Murderous and fashionable. My girl.” She eyes the bag on the counter—the velvet box peeks out like it owns the kitchen. “How do you feel about that?” she nods towards it. “Cold,” I say. “Like everything he does; it’s calculated, expensive, and designed to unsettle.” Maya’s brow tightens. “And the gala?” I shrug, keeping my face neutral. “He’ll send a driver at ten. On Friday. He thinks he can schedule me like an extra. I think he has another thing coming.” She studies me. “Go to his office. Tell him that.” That
Ava’s POVMaya’s jaw is still dangling like she’s seen the face of God.Her hand trembles around the velvet box. “Ava Hayes, this—this looks like a ring.”I arch a brow. “Then put it down before you propose to yourself.”She gawks at me. “Are you seriously calm right now? Damon Ashford just sent you Tiffany-level trouble and you’re what? Doing sarcasm drills?”“I’m doing denial,” I say, snatching the box from her. “It’s a coping mechanism.”She trails me to the kitchen, voice rising with delight. “Open it! I want to scream properly!”“No.” I drop the entire designer bag on the counter and cross my arms. “The last thing I need is to open some billionaire mystery box and discover it’s bugged.”Maya smirks. “Or discover he’s officially lost his mind and bought you a diamond.”I point a warning finger. “One more word and you’re on dish duty for a week.”She grins wider. “Its worth it.”I roll my eyes, grab a glass of water, and ignore the bag sitting there like it knows it’s winning.---
Ava’s POVLeo’s reaction is pure sunshine.No hesitation, no confusion, just an explosion of joy that fills the entire apartment.“Wait—Mr. Damon?” His little voice is high and breathless, like he’s just uncovered buried treasure. “The guy with the car that goes whoosh and smells like peppermint?”I blink, half-laughing. “Yeah, that one.”He gasps, clutching his small hands to his chest. “He’s my dad? For real?”“For real,” I say softly.A smile spreads across his face so wide it nearly swallows him whole. “That’s so cool! He’s so tall! And he said my drawing was awesome, remember? I knew he liked me.”He’s practically glowing, and I just nod, because honestly, what else can I do?Maya leans against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Are you sure that man isn’t made of money and manipulation? Because the kid’s already obsessed.”“Maya,” I mutter.She raises her hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m happy for Leo. I’m just saying, billionaires are like glitter—once they show up,
Ava’s POVThe morning light spills across the kitchen table, catching on the rim of my coffee cup. Maya’s already there, hair tied up, phone in one hand, spoon in the other, looking like she’s been waiting all night for me to wake up so she can pry.She doesn’t bother with hello.“So,” she says, voice syrupy and smug, “have we decided whether you’re marrying the billionaire or launching him into orbit?”I sink into the chair opposite her, wrapping my hands around the mug as if caffeine can make decisions for me. “Neither. I’m done giving him space in my head. I’ll do what needs to be done for Leo, sign what needs signing, and that’s it. No more getting angry, no more losing sleep, no more hoping he’ll suddenly become an actual person and grow a brain.”Maya leans forward, eyes narrowing with the kind of affection that always precedes an argument. “So, the plan is to marry the man without letting him touch your emotions? Babe, that’s not cold… that’s Olympic-level composure.”“I’
Ava’s POVThe morning after Damon’s mansion feels like a bad hangover. I keep replaying the sound of that high-pitched “Dami!” in my head until I want to throw something at the wall. Every time I picture the red hair, the bright smile, the kiss on his cheek, my brain whispers: You don’t care.And it’s right. I don’t.I shouldn't.Maya, however, refuses to let it die. She leans against the counter, phone in hand, eyes full of wicked amusement.“So,” she says, drawing out the word like taffy, “was she prettier than me?”I glare at her. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.”“I live for drama. Especially yours.” She grins. “You, Damon, and his Aussie mistress. Honestly, I should start charging admission.”I groan, rubbing my temples. “She’s not his mistress. She’s… whatever.”“Oh, that sounds convincing,” she says, pouring herself coffee. “Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to talk to him? He might be crying into his imported pillow by now.”“Yeah, I’m sure.”I turn back to the stove







