Oscar’s povThe door of my car shut with a solid thunk — harder than it had to be but I didn't give a shit. I was so mad I couldn’t stop myself from fuming. I kept my hand on the door handle for a second, knuckles too white, before I finally let go and made myself walk toward the house. Each step was three times heavier than it had to be. Bryan's voice echoed again in my head with that smug little way he could talk – that feeling like he was better than everyone else.Who the fuck did that slave think he was talking to anyway?I wasn’t some nobody fresh off the street. I wasn’t even just another rich kid who’d gotten lucky. I’d built things, owned things, put my money into the veins of this city, and watched it grow because of me. Bryan didn’t know who he was messing with. I would destroy him — personally.The front door clicked shut behind me, dampening the sounds outside. My jacket slid off my shoulders onto the top of the sofa somewhere, but I couldn’t have cared less. The place w
Bryan’s povI went through the files on the desk with a sigh, starting to wonder how Edward could leave all these contracts lying around here and be nowhere to be found.Was he being serious right now?He had left his multibillion-dollar company and hotel to be with a little girl who had no affiliation with him.At some point, I was mad at his thought process but shrugged. Billionaires did stupid things sometimes. Maybe I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t one.I sighed and picked up a file. This was a file he should have gone through months ago. I had even tried going through it for him but he has refused me in doing so.Just as I dropped it, a sharp knock came on the door.One of the security guys poked his head in, hat in hand like he was coming to tell me somebody died. “Sir… Mr. Oscar’s here. Says he wants to see Mr. Edward.”Just hearing the man’s name I felt my stomach drop out from under my legs. I pushed the folders away and stood up with a sigh. “Of course he is.”I looked at hi
Eloise’s povI opened the door when he let me in, and I walked in with him following.I saw Selena sleeping on the bed with the blanket halfway around her stomach.I stood there for a while and took in deep breaths.I was glad she was okay. Just a heatwave. Nothing serious. Thank God for that.My eyes stung before I could stop it. I told myself not to cry. Not here. Not now. But that was useless.Edward stood just behind me, his presence heavy. He was watching me as I walked to the bed and sat down.I turned to him and met that gaze. It was like looking at someone who had already guessed the truth of what was going on. He didn’t have to ask me again but he did. His voice was low and careful, like there was something sharp held back.“Who is the father?”My throat constricted. I shouldn’t answer that. It’s none of his damn business. I should just stay quiet. Hell, I’d been hanging on this lie for years. But every excuse I’d ever made was not helping me at this time. The gig was up.Th
Eloise’s povMy footsteps echoed through the sterile halls, as I had not expected him to be here. Why was he here?“Hey,” he said as I nodded and looked to the door I should walk into. But before I could open it he said something.“Selena passed out,” he said, voice low but tight.I nodded.“Thanks for everything but you can go now. I’ll stay and make sure she is okay.”He frowned but knew that if he fought with me on this, he would lose.“Fine,” he said a second later. He spun around to walk away. I watched him round a corner and then I tried to open the door, but then the door opened.A doctor stood there, gaze bouncing between the small cluster of us in the hallway. “Parent of the patient?”Without thinking I said, “I’m the parent.” It was clear as daylight after all, there was no need to hide. Edward was out of the picture.Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me.“What?” The word wasn’t a snap, but he made it one. I turned in shock to see him there. It was the way his face tightened wh
Eloise’s pov“Miss Angie?” I pressed it to my ear, already bracing. Her voice had that tone—tight, urgent.Why would she just start with that thing? What did she mean by we had a problem?It felt too much.“Why would you say that? Did anything happen?”“Eloise, I… I think you need to come into the school. It’s… It’s important.”My stomach turned to ice. “What happened?”“I can’t tell you over the phone.”I felt my pulse quicken at the break. “But can’t you just tell me over the phone? I’m kinda busy.”“Please it’s very urgent.”I hated that answer. “Sure,” I grumbled and grabbed my bag.I stared at the phone for a moment after Miss Angie had hung up. Sandra who had been looking at me came in with raised brows. “Hey. Are you okay?”“Yeah.”“You don’t look okay,” she argued. “I’d say you look like you’ve been beaten around and you need help.”I scoffed. “You should take care of the paperwork. And make sure the supplies spent by the Chefs are recorded and the company knows about it. I’m
Eloise’s povWhen Sandra burst into the office, I had been slogging through invoices throughout the time I had been in the office.She looked excited as I wondered what my assistant was so enthusiastic about.“Guess what I bought?” she trilled, whacking my table with her shopping bag.I looked up from my book over the top of my glasses. “If it’s another pair of heels, I swear to god—”She grinned, riffling through her bag and pulling out something. “No heels. Promise.”I sighed and went through it as I found it was a summer dress.“Wow,” I said, tipping back in my chair at the sight of it. “That’s… cheerful.”“Cheerful?” She laughed like I’d just called her ugly. “It’s beautiful, Eloise. People will stare. Can you picture me walking in the dining hall with this dress—”“And dropping tomato soup on it.”She gasped as if I’d cursed her ancestors. “You really know how to kill someone’s buzz you know that.”I laughed. “I love being realistic. Not my fault you’re living in the wrong world.