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Quietly Powerful (2)

HANNAH’S POV:No one never ever really knew me even as the daughter of a Jones and when I was married to Elijah, it was only once I had made an appearance. Or was I recognized as the writer that I was? It didn’t matter.I kept my head up high. Let them talk and glanced at the kids who were whispering to each other as if they were conniving and laughing mischievously.“Please don’t do anything.” I cautioned, bending a little and whispered. I wasn’t scared they were going to do anything crazy, they have been attending events like this since they were younger.“Yes Mummy.” They said simultaneously and giggled when I stared at them with squinted eyes.“Come on…” Lucas held my hand, and the kids held my hand and led us upstairs.We were ushered toward a VIP section where the representative who Lucas had been in contact greeted us warmly.“This is Monica Levi, the representative of the company. And this is my partner, the brains and creative between the brand, Hannah Jones.” Lucas introduce

The One I Wronged

ELIJAH’S POV:EARLIER THAT DAY:The knot of my tie wouldn’t sit right. I yanked it loose for what felt like the fifth time, trying not to snap. I was stressing out, and I didn’t even know why.Janet’s voice came in from the closet nagging as usual as she walked towards me, “You’re going to ruin it if you keep pulling like that.”“I wouldn’t have to if it was stitched right,” I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear.She emerged in a gold backless gown, her long hair swept up in waves, earrings like tiny daggers catching the light. She looked flawless,like she always made sure to be, but there was something stiff about her tonight. Like she was trying too hard. She always seemed like she was trying too hard. But she was around and that seemed to be enough for me to tolerate.“You look nice,” I complimented her staring back at myself in the mirror. It was the polite thing. Nothing more.“Just nice?” she asked, raising her my eyebrow in questioning, giving me a look as

Seven Years of Silence

ELIJAH'S POV:I was all alone searching for her but never even found her. And the radio silence from her was defeaning and I had so much regret.I still wish I could see her again one day.FEW HOURS LATER.“We are here.” The driver announced as soon as we arrived.The car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Rosemont. Cameras flashed. A few reporters hovered nearby. Janet immediately fixed her smile and looped her arm through mine like we were still something to admire.Were we even ever anything to admire?She smiled brightly and even stopped to give me a kiss which drove the reporters crazy and they instantly flashed us my cameras. Janet looked the spotlight more than anything else in the world and she would throw a fit when the camera caught her ‘bad side’“Come one.” I held her hand leading her in as she continued posing.Inside, the ballroom was buzzing gold lights dripping from the ceiling, laughter and classical music bouncing off marble. People with too much money and too ma

Sketches of a New Life

HANNAH’S POV:FEW DAYS LATER:The past few days had been a blur of emotions, after thinking I had seen Elijah and Janet and never truly confirming if it was truly them. I had been thinking about the days coming and when I would really have to face them.For now, I threw myself into work. Into designing. Into sketching collections that distracted me from the unresolved weight sitting in my chest. But today, for the first time in a while, I was proud of what I’d made.“Thank you so much, these are amazing,” I told my assistant, Kara who had been appointed amongst the interns , smiling as she laid the garments across the racks in front of me. They were pieces from my new collection—fabric so rich and soft it almost melted between the fingers, shaped into gowns and structured suits I had envisioned months ago during my visit and stay at Trace.She beamed grinning from ear to ear. “You’ve outdone yourself, ma’am.”I reached out and ran my fingers along the hem of a midnight-blue coatdress

Awkward Dinners & Unasked Questions

HANNAH’S POV:We took one of the black SUVs from the garage, with his driver behind the wheel. The night air was cooler than usual, the city glittering around us as we drove past familiar streets that had changed since I left. Buildings had grown taller. Restaurants had popped up where I remembered empty lots. But the city still buzzed the same way.Lucas hadn’t said much since we left the office. He kept glancing out the window, drumming his fingers softly on his thigh. I watched him from the corner of my eye. I grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze after calling the kids and ensuring they were okay with Morgan who was baking them cookies.She loved kids so much plus she was an amazing cook, baked the most amazing desserts.We pulled up in front of a quiet restaurant tucked into the heart of N.A. It wasn’t flashy or extravagant—just a warm, ambient space with outdoor lanterns and soft jazz floating through the air.Lucas helped me out of the car. His hand lingered on the small

Red Hair, Brown Eyes

ELIJAH’S POV:A FEW DAYS LATER:“That’s all for the day?” I questioned my assistant, trying to tear my eyes from the screen in front of me where I had to review a bunch of documents uploaded to the company’s server.She didn’t respond though she was standing by the door, so I darted my eyes to her and only to meet her staring at me with a dead look that yelled ‘unbelievable’. “Yes sir and it is now currently past 8 and your parents and your fiancé have been calling as your cousin is arriving…” She trailed off when she saw the expression on my face.“Apologies sir for my tone sir and I totally meant Miss Janet.” She instantly corrected and I could see the remorseful yet tired look on her face.“You’re dismissed.” I simply said dryly, darting my eyes back to the screen in front of me and letting out a breath.I was starting to think that every time she ‘accidentally’ mentioned Janet either as my wife or fiancée then quickly corrected herself, it was all a lie and it was just a devious

Loved the Wrong Sister

ELIJAH’S POV:“How do I keep forgetting these type of girls are exactly your type and you never see the problem with them?” He pointed out as we arrived to the VIP section.I didn’t pay attention to what he had said, I was simply looking for the beautiful red haired girl, “What’s her name and who is she?” I inquired when our eyes locked and she was dancing slowly and sensually keeping her eyes on me.“Janet Jones, she’s a young famous model and daughter to the exquisite Jones family.” He answered giving me a drink and I took a sip while keeping my eyes on her.End of flashback.That night went by in a blur, we had danced for a second before she went to the bathroom with her girls and she returned quite irritated at my presence and announced she was leaving. She declined my offer to take her home or even get her number. That only seemed to make me want her more. She was perfect through the lens of my eyes but I guess Kyle was right. And now and a few years ago, I had been slowly uncov

Backstage Wars

HANNAH’S POV:A WEEK LATER:“We need to change this…”“Are the makeup artists present and have the girls started getting their hair done?”“Hold on, where is Maya and have my kids arrived with Lucas?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the whirlwind of chatter backstage. The Duncan Fashion Festival was the event of the season. Every camera that mattered was here. Every fashion critic that could build or ruin a reputation was already sipping champagne in the front row. And yet, my backstage looked like a storm had just ripped through it. Assistants ran left and right, stylists squatted over models adjusting hems, and hair dryers and straighteners roared like engines.My stress levels were through the roof. And as everyone knew, I was a perfectionist. Not the kind that frowned over crooked stitches, though I did that too sometimes but the kind who believed every detail mattered. One slip, one error, and the press would run with it for weeks. It would drive me crazy that just because I

Designer vs. Designer

HANNAH’S POV:Before I could speak, Celeste snapped back, “At least our designer doesn’t need to bribe tabloids to get coverage!”That set off a chorus of ooohs from the assistants in the room.One of the rival girls shot forward, her stilettos clicking dangerously. “Say that again.”Celeste raised her chin, unfazed. “You heard me.”The two of them were nearly chest-to-chest before I stepped in. “Enough.” My voice dropped, firm and cold. “This is not a playground. You are not children. You are professionals representing my brand, and I will not tolerate this circus.”The room stilled for half a beat until one of the rival girls muttered under her breath, “Professionals don’t hide for years then suddenly reappear like a ghost.” My throat went tight.“That’s enough now ladies! Return back to the dressing room. We will be out soon..” The other models instantly obeyed and scurried out the room.I stared at the beautiful lady who had called them to the order and I knew that face all too w

Her Turn

3RD POV:THAT SAME DAY:“Take a seat here.” Mrs Jones pointed to the front seat which had already been reserved.“They already assigned us a seat, mum. Quite frankly with you, I’m in no mood for embarrassments today.” Janet responded with high irritation laced in her voice.Just as Mrs Jones was about to speak in protest, Janet looked around and she was filled with excitement when she said, “Look at Elijah’s mum!” “Yes…in the front seat.” Janet rolled her eyes at her mum’s remark and hurriedly rushed towards Mrs Martinez who was seated elegantly, conversing with one of the most famous retired fashion icons in the world, D’ Mangelo, and to her left was Cece Ferris renowned fashion critic who was the star of the Early Morning Fashion show. “Mrs Martinez, Hi.” Janet greeted with a huge smile on her face.Mrs Martinez looked at her from head to toe through the large dark glasses on her eyes, and was filled with instant disappointment.“Would you excuse me for a second?” She rose to her

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