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Ronan “I’m not going, and that’s final,” I stated, leaning back in my swivel chair.“It’s a gathering of the top executives among the Valance families, Ronan. There is no world where you should be missing that.” Malcolm, my lawyer, shot back. He didn't even look up from his tablet.“Now you’re beginning to sound like my mother.” I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting the bitterness settle on my tongue.Malcolm let out a dry whistle. “Well, at least I don’t sound like ice.”I gave him a hard glare, and he immediately dropped his gaze, putting his hands up in a mock surrender while a small chuckle escaped his lips.“Can you tell me why you’re so dead-set against it?” “It’s a complete waste of my time. Nothing productive ever happens there.” I set the cup down with a sharp clink against the saucer.“But I hear the best business deals, trillions of dollars, are sealed in those rooms. You never know what you could bring home yourself.”I shifted my weight, feeling the restlessness in my

Livia “Can’t you knock!?” Samantha barked as she scrambled to cover herself with the white duvet.It was dark inside, but light from the basement passage cast a faint glow inside the room.“Knock? Are you serious right now, Sam?” I stepped further inside the room, my hand still gripping the cold brass doorknob. “Why should I knock before entering my room? I stressed on the “my room” because it absolutely did not make sense to me.“Whatever, Livia, just leave, okay. We will be out soon.” She replied, still clutching the duvet.My gaze shifted to the figure sitting beside her. He just sat there, still, like none of this concerned him.“No, Sam, it is you who has to leave. You enter my room to have sex? Seriously? What happened to your bed upstairs? I asked in disbelief.“This is my house, Livia, and I can do whatever and whenever. You are just squatting here in the basement!” “Well, newsflash: I am paying rent for this basement space. Actually, hard-earned money, and right now, you ar

Ronan“I beg your pardon, s...”“You heard me right, Ronan. I didn’t stutter when I spoke,” he interjected. His eyes remained focused on the brown liquid swirling in his glass.I straightened my blazer, burying my hands deep in my pockets as I tried to come up with the right words to say.“Can you tell me why?” I finally managed to ask.He gave a dry chuckle that didn't reach his eyes. Then, as quickly as the sound appeared, it faded away, replaced by an empty expression.“I wasn’t expecting you to ask for a reason. The old Ronan would have given me a clear, immediate ‘no.’ I guess you have changed,” he said, leaning forward to take a slow sip of his drink. His eyes never left mine. “Aileen, my daughter... she is just eighteen years old. She has her entire future laid out like a map. I wouldn’t want to ruin that.” “Then why give her out for marriage when she is barely an adult?”He sighed, a long, weary sound that seemed to drain the remaining color from his face. He leaned back in h

Livia“What? Cat caught your tongue?” He asked as his smirk widened even more.I wanted to smack it off. I wanted to feel the sting in my hand as I wiped off that arrogant curve off his lips. Instead, I stood frozen, glaring at him while my fingers gripped the edge of the kitchen counter so hard my knuckles turned white.“See? You can’t even do shit,” he said, straightening up and looking down on me in a cold manner. “A little advice for you, Livia: stay out of my fucking way. Remember who is in charge now.”“Yo Wyatt! What the hell are you doing? The game is about to start!” A voice boomed from the living room.“Coming!” He shouted back, his voice suddenly bright and casual. He gave me one last hard stare down before strolling out.The moment he was gone, my shoulders slumped. I closed my eyes and exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.He is right, I can’t do shit. It’s not even my house in the first place, and he is in charge.I placed my right hand on my forehead. What r

Livia“Ugh, this colour doesn’t suit me,” Roxy mumbled, tossing the lipstick tube toward the corner of the mirror table. It rolls across the polished dark wood, clicking sharply against a heavy glass perfume bottle before finally coming to a stop.We are currently preparing for Ryan’s birthday party at this luxurious hotel room. The space is massive, easily large enough for at least five people to sleep in comfortably without ever getting in each other's way. High-quality chairs with plush velvet cushions sit near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and heavy tables made of rich, dark wood stand perfectly against the walls. The dark wooden doors blend beautifully with the polished dark marble floor, which reflects the bright overhead ceiling lights like a glossy black mirror.Right now, the room looks like a total disaster zone. On the massive king-sized master bed lay at least ten different gowns that Roxy has already tried on and rejected. Not a single one seems to catch her eye tonight.