تسجيل الدخولAnd just like that… the freedom I had begun to feel slipped through my fingers.
The look on Andrew’s face was intense like a restrained storm, like a lion barely holding back its anger. But for once, I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t shaken. I simply walked past him and headed downstairs. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, his tone controlled, almost careful. “I’m fine,” I replied bluntly. “I have somewhere to be. We can talk later.” I didn’t wait for his response. I studied his expression briefly his eyes dimmed, something unreadable settling behind them but I turned away and continued walking. “Irene” He followed me outside and caught my hand.I paused, then slowly pulled my hand free. His grip tightened for a second before he let go. His eyes searched mine, demanding an explanation.I met his gaze, calm but firm. “Andrew, please… don’t apologize anymore,” I said quietly. “In fact, don’t apologize at all. It doesn’t change anything.” “I wasn’t apologizing,” he replied, his voice low. “I wanted to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets, holding them out like they were meant to impress me.I barely glanced at them. “I’m in a hurry,” I said, uninterested. “There’s an exclusive party in London tonight,” he continued. “I want us to go together.” I let out a small, humorless breath. “Thank you. It’s a generous offer,” I said, my tone polite but distant. “But I already have plans. You should take someone else.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing by the door, watching us. She gestured sharply, urging me to accept. Her expression was desperate, almost commanding.I ignored her,Andrew’s jaw tightened. “You’ll regret this,” he said coldly. “We’d be flying private.” “I’m sure it would be perfect,” I replied evenly. “Everything about you usually is. But I already received my ‘gift’ yesterday.” My voice hardened slightly. “Take Charles with you instead.” Before he could respond, I opened my car door and got in. I started the engine without another glance, but as I drove off, I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror standing still, gripping the tickets tightly, his expression a mixture of anger and humiliation. And then I was gone. By the time I reached Shady Beach, the weight on my chest had eased. James was already there.The moment I saw him, something inside me softened. He smiled, and just like that, everything felt lighter again.He led me to his friend’s place, and the warmth I felt there was immediate. “Welcome, darling!” his friend exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I laughed, surprised but comforted. “Hello…” “James has told me so much about you,” she teased. “I had to see for myself if you were real or just a beautiful myth.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you too.” She was kind,quietly confident, intelligent, and effortlessly graceful. As she spoke about how she and James became friends, I found myself stealing glances at him, my lips curving into a soft smile.Somewhere along the way, I realized something terrifying.I was already falling for him. “It’s nice meeting you,” I said sincerely. “The pleasure is mine,” she replied with a knowing smile. Then she shook her head lightly. “There’s no such thing as coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.” Her words lingered with me longer than I expected. “Let me get something for you upstairs,” she added. “I’ll be right back.” As soon as she left, James turned to me. “So… what do you think of her?” he asked. Before I could answer, we both smiled. His eyes softened, and for a moment, the world went quiet. My heart raced, my hands trembling slightly, but I held myself together. “I like her,” I finally said. He smiled. Then he stepped away briefly, heading inside.My phone buzzed. Where are you? Why aren’t you answering my calls? You’re not at the university. Charles. I exhaled slowly, the message dragging me back to reality.Before I could respond…. “Happy birthday… happy birthday, Irene!” I turned sharply and froze. James stood there, a soft smile on his face, something special prepared just for me. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My chest tightened not with fear this time, but something warm… something real.Later, as I prepared to leave, his friend hugged me again.. “Thank you for coming,” she said warmly. “No,” I replied, smiling. “I should be the one thanking you. Today meant a lot to me.” She kissed my cheek and stepped back. “Come again,” she said, waving as she headed inside. “Goodbye,” I replied. The moment she disappeared, James stepped closer…too close,my breath hitched.Everything in me went still, yet alive at the same time. “Will I see you again?” he asked softly. I smiled, my heart already answering for me. “Of course.” Something shifted between us.Before I could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him soft, fleeting, but real.Then I wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace.We pulled back, smiling at each other like we shared a secret the world didn’t know.He waved as I got into my car. As I started the engine, I noticed him tracing a small heart on my window with his finger, smiling to himself. My chest tightened again but this time, I didn’t want the feeling to go away. I drove off slowly, carrying that moment with me.But as the road stretched ahead and the sky darkened, a quiet thought settled in my mind. Nothing this perfect ever comes without a price.He stood utterly motionless, his silence heavier than any accusation."Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, my voice barely steady."Are you bothered?" Andrew replied, his tone chillingly flat.I searched his face. His eyes were dark, unreadable, yet violently intense. He wanted something from me a confession, a reaction, a slip-of-the-tongue but I couldn't decipher what he already knew."No," I managed to say, forcing a defensive edge into my voice. "I only want to work. If you hadn't forced me to stay for the barbecue earlier, I would have already handled my affairs."A muscle feathered in his jaw. "In that case, I will leave you alone with your destiny."He turned on his heel and stalked out of my studio, his footsteps echoing like a threat.An hour later, the studio door swung open again. It was my friend, her face flushed with annoyance. I immediately launched into an apology, but she cut me off."Irene, you are becoming so distracted lately," she said, studying me closely."No
The gentle hum of the yacht’s engine vibrated beneath my feet, but it did nothing to settle the violent churning in my stomach. James stood mere feet away. The initial shock on his face mirrored my own, quickly hardening into something cold and unrecognisable. He closed the distance between us, his footsteps heavy against the polished teak deck.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice a low, abrasive gravel.“Your friend called me,” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly as I searched his eyes for a flicker of familiarity. “I assume she did the same to you.”He scoffed, a bitter, hollow sound. “She is cunning. Don't even let her name poison your mouth.”Miles away, the salty ocean breeze did nothing to cool the flush of rage creeping up Andrew’s neck. He stood on the pier, eyes narrowed as he watched the distant silhouette of the island yacht cutting through the waves. He pulled out his phone, his grip white-knuckled, and dialled his representative.“Yes, sir?”“The isla
The house was suffocatingly quiet when I finally arrived home. Charles was already asleep, but a single lamp burned in the study. My father was sitting in the leather armchair, waiting in the shadows. "Irene. Where have you been?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of suspicion. "I went to see a friend," I lied smoothly, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Really?" His brow arched in disbelief. "I am exhausted, Father," I snapped, rubbing my temples. "We will talk about this later." I hurried upstairs before he could press further. Andrew wasn't home, which offered a fleeting, desperate mercy. As I lay in the dark, my chest tightened with anxiety. Tomorrow was the weekend family gathering. Tomorrow, James will be coming to our home. At 9:00 AM the next morning, James was adjusting his tie when his phone buzzed. It was Kate, a close associate. "Kate, how are you doing?" James answered smoothly. "I was told you aren't returning to Kentucky. You want to stay in Los Angeles and supervise
James strode into the glittering glass lobby of Royal Holdings with lethal confidence. Directed to the executive boardroom, he took his seat at the sprawling mahogany table. Andrew sat at the head, flanked by his father, Richard, and the rest of the board. The air in the room was suffocatingly tense. "Since everyone is finally here," Andrew began, a smug, predatory smile playing on his lips, "let's discuss the real business. My proposal is simple: we buy them completely out of this project." "No. We will do no such thing," James countered, his voice smooth but unyielding. "There is a legal, ethical route to take. You might think people are just assets to be bought and sold, Andrew, but they are human beings. We will treat them with respect." A muscle feathered in Andrew's jaw. It had been years since anyone dared defy him in his own boardroom. The insult burned behind his eyes, his annoyance palpable. Sensing the explosive tension, James calmly stood and buttoned his tailored suit
The docks were entirely deserted, wrapped in a suffocating, heavy quiet. I stepped onto the weathered wood of the small boat…our old boat. The memories hit me like a physical blow: the gentle sway of the hull, the cold night air, the way the moonlight had caught the ring the night he proposed. Hot tears spilt over my eyelashes, burning my cold cheeks. I crawled into the cramped cabin, lying in the dark, letting the ghosts of our past wash over me. Miles away, James was drowning his own ghosts. He had spent the evening at a dim bar, obsessively dissecting the party he had just witnessed. He was still hopelessly in love with me, driven mad by the sight of my life. She is living a happy marriage, he had muttered to himself over a glass of scotch, and I am just working my fingers to the bone, trying to stand on my own two feet. Drunk and overwhelmed, he had dismissed his driver and wandered off into the night, his feet unknowingly carrying him to the same spot. Heavy footsteps suddenly
My breath hitched. If I was surprised, Andrew looked downright blindsided. My pulse drummed a frantic, terrifying rhythm against my ribs as I waited for the stranger…no, not a stranger, James..to speak."I know your wife," James repeated, his smooth voice plunging the knife of suspense deeper. A beat of suffocating silence passed before he smoothly corrected course. "I'm a fan... a fan of her paintings, I mean.""Ah, yes. Irene of Royal Holdings, she goes by now," Andrew replied, a tremor of anxious tension bleeding into his normally composed tone."Right," James murmured, his gaze flicking to me with an unreadable intensity. "It’s your seventh anniversary party tonight, isn't it?"Before anyone could answer, a waiter materialised beside us, shattering the thick tension. "Sir, would you care for a drink?"Suddenly, a man I recognised as James's representative stepped in. He pressed a glass into James's hand, a barely concealed warning muttered under his breath. "Take this. You need to
His words hit me harder than any shove. For a moment I thought no, I knew he was talking to me. My mind scrambled for a plan. Should I scream, should I stay quiet? My breath snagged, my throat too tight to decide. I moved backward without meaning to, instinct pulling me away from them, away from
I know I couldn’t ask father for much anymore. Not with the way things were. His company was bleeding out, slipping further toward bankruptcy with each day and even though he tried to hide it, but as the eldest and the only one my mom was persuading to push for Andrew’s hands. I’ve seen the weig
Father’s eyes flickered with irritation the moment Andrew spoke. His voice was calm, but it carried the arrogance of a man who thought power was his birthright. “I’m not your lifeline,” Andrew said, his smile curving like something wicked. “I’m your future. Without me, you don’t just fall, you van
The sharp knock on my bedroom door came like a bullet to my chest. Before I could respond, the door swung open and my mother stepped in, her perfume sweeping through the air like an announcement of war. “Irene, I swear to God, I will not see your face if you are not downstairs within five minutes.







