Mag-log inFor the very first time in my life, I was happy I was born. Not lying I enjoyed every dime of the time I spent with him on the boat. His sparkling eyes kept twisting my stomach, making my throat rumble, and my skin tighten with craving. Just one touch just that first touch had awakened something in me I didn’t even know was there.
I leaned against the bed, replaying it in my mind, my lips curving without permission. I was lost, completely lost in the echo of his laughter, the heat of his palm brushing mine, the weightless freedom he made me feel. Until the door creaked open. My brother stepped in, his shadow cutting through my thoughts. Worry sat heavy on his face, brows drawn, lips pressed tight. My chest jerked, my heartbeat stumbling like I’d been caught doing something forbidden. I whipped my gaze to him, irritation sparking hot to cover my panic. “Has anyone told you it is good to knock before entering?” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. He’d startled me, calling me out of a place I didn’t want to leave. ”Hey, Jade said he had tried your number several times but you ain't picking up,” he muttered sitting at the edge of my bed. “Something happened to Jade,” he uttered his voice getting serious. “He called and told me he was attacked when he got home by some gangs and he is very sure they must have been the work of your billionaire husband.” Hearing this, I turned myself around to face him. “I told him it can't be Andrew, and he should be careful or else he would put himself in big trouble that he won't even imagine,” he paused, swallowing up. “Besides jade was drunk yesterday even though Andrew can be a little impulsive someti-.” “Was I also drunk?” I exclaimed cutting up before he could finish. “I told you I got attacked by two guys yesterday as I went for the boat after he ruined my birthday and you're here saying little,” I yelled straightening myself getting seated in my bed. “You have to understand, the man loves so much that he lost control,” he said leaning in. “Charles, Andrew is a man with a bad impression, arrogant and lacks proper education,” I yelled, my voice getting louder. “Alright. Just calm down, please,” he muttered pretesting against my lousy voice. “I’m unable to calm down, I fell inside the sea when these huge mask guys came on me. What if I didn’t get saved by someone better than him,” I sneered. “I think that you don’t notice that they are using father’s situation against us. He acts as if he is a friend of all of-” “What’s the matter,” mother’s voice loops in opening and closing the door behind her. Her eyes lace with that smiles have seen in ages. “Is that for me?” I asked noting the flower vase in her hand. “You have to come down and see for yourself. Come and see what Andrew boys just brought in for your birthday,” she grinned. “Mum, I told you guys I nearly got kidnapped on the boat. They threatened me with guns, and you guys are not believing me,” I exclaimed. “I tumbled into the sea during the cause of their threats,” I paused to reading her eyes for any sign of expression. “I was saved by a stranger. What if the guy is not there?” I snapped but there no worries in her eyes. I watched as she placed the flower vases on my desk. “When did you starts this? Lying against someone because you didn’t love him? You’ve-“ “Will you guys believe me for a second? And is that what you would say, mum? That I was lying because I didn’t love him?” I yelled, getting irritated at her calling me a lier. “”Your own daughter is a lier?” “Look, you better know his value a little for yourself and for your father. Otherwise he will be at you with you in the end and then you will regret it all.” The finality in her voice cut deeper than anything else. She turned and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Silence followed. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone and dialed the number he had given me.He answered almost immediately. “Hello?” My voice softened without effort. “Hi… were you busy? Did I disturb you?” “No,” he said gently. “I was just about heading out with a friend.” “I just wanted to make sure I saved your number correctly.” “Irene…” he said, and my name sounded different on his lips warmer. “If you’re free, come meet me.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Now?” “Yes.” My heart skipped. “I..I’m free. Where?” “Come to Shady Beach. I’ll pick you up from there.” “Okay… I’ll be there within an hour.” “Good. I’ll be waiting.” The call ended, and I sprang to my feet, a rush of excitement flooding through me. I moved quickly, pulling dresses from my wardrobe, searching for something that matched the way I felt light, alive, hopeful. Finally, I found one, After dressing, I grabbed my bag and headed out, pausing briefly in front of the mirror to steady myself. That’s when I heard her voice. “Irene!” I turned.My mother stood there and beside her Andrew with Charles just behind him. Andrew’s gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. The air shifted instantly. And just like that… the freedom I had begun to feel slipped through my fingers.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
Andrew stormed back to the corporate headquarters of Royal Holdings, his blood boiling. He threw open the heavy double doors of his private office, only to stop dead in his tracks. Sitting comfortably in his leather executive chair was his father. Andrew closed the door behind him with a sharp, ec
James arrived at the Platinum Club precisely on schedule. Instructing his driver to wait in the underground garage, he stepped out into the cool evening air. He paused for a fraction of a second, letting the heavy, luxurious atmosphere wash over him. A dark, cynical smile touched his lips. Seven ye
I sat parked half a block away from Joy's school, my fingers tapping nervously against the leather steering wheel. Through the windshield, I watched a sleek town car pull up to the curb. James was inside. My heart did a painful stutter-step just knowing he was mere feet away. Joy hopped out, waving
“Where?" she demanded. I turned to face her, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. She froze, quickly abandoning the wine glasses on the kitchen counter before rushing back to sit beside me. "Where did you see him?" she pressed, her voice tight. "Under the water," I whispered, the chill







