EASTON'S POV I ransacked my wardrobe for the perfect suit to adorn. All my clothes were made by top-notch designers, and some were even the first of their kind, but today it seemed as though they weren’t good enough. I screamed at myself internally, reminding myself that this was just a simple dinner, and I was taking it too extreme by trying to look my best, but even with that said, I couldn’t help but try to look my best. I just felt I had to impress Mirabella.I admit that I felt a bit nervous to meet her in private. Although we’ve been working under the same roof for close to two weeks now, Mirabella only treated me like a co-worker. Rationally, I knew that it was the best state for us; it was better than her completely ignoring me, but on a personal level, a part of me wanted to be closer to Mirabella.When I had finally clad myself in my finest suit, I checked the mirror once more just to make sure everything was perfect. I brushed back a strand of hair that had left its posit
EASTON’S POVI tried so hard to focus on the steering on my way back, but thoughts of my discussion with Mirabella clouded my mind. I didn’t know how to feel about it all; if it wasn’t Mirabella, I would have concluded that this was all a vicious attempt to ruin my relationship with Nicole.My parents have always been against my relationship with Nicole, right from day one, but I never paid their words any attention, as I assumed their disapproval was due to Nicole’s poor background. I never cared about her background because, to me, she seemed diligent, well-mannered, and ambitious. She also showed kindness to everyone around her, and seeing how much effort she put into her studies contributed to my willingness to help her.I finally got back home, and Nicole was waiting for me as usual. She dashed towards the living room with a bright smile on her face and wrapped her arms tightly around me. “You’re back! I missed you.” She said enthusiastically with a cute pout, and I forced a smi
NICOLE’S POV I opened my eyes the moment I heard the closing sound of the door. A small frown settled on my face as Easton’s question resurfaced. “Would you still want to be with me if I gave up the company and married you instead?” Why would he ask me such a thing all of a sudden? Was he really planning on giving up the company? I can’t let him do that; all these will be for nothing if Easton gives up the company! My phone vibrated, and I picked it up reluctantly. It was a message from Broody. “Tick tock, dear daughter. I’m running out of patience.” I clenched my fist the moment I read the message. It all makes sense now! Easton was not planning on giving up the company; he must have asked me that because he was suspicious of me. It has to be Broody’s doing! My body tensed up immediately. What did Broody say to Easton this time? That old swindler has really become a thorn in my flesh! I stared at the message, thinking of possible ways to deal with this quickly. I need to get ri
MIRABELLA’S POV I stared blankly at the file in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s a divorce document sent to me by my beloved husband. At first, I thought he was joking when he first mentioned it to me, but now that it is in my possession, it is crystal clear that my husband meant it. He had already signed his part before having the documents sent to me. How did we end this way? After three years of marriage and three years of my consistent effort to get him to love me back, my efforts remained null and void. Was it wrong for me to want to be with the man I love? I know I forced Easton into this marriage, knowing fully well that he was dating someone else at that moment, but I only did it because of the love I have for him. I’ve always been in love with Easton Grey, right from the day we first met. I was at a dinner party that my father had asked me to attend on his behalf, and just as I was about to take another glass of wine, my gaze locked wi
(SIX YEARS LATER) EASTON’S POV I checked my watch for the third time as I made my way to the airport’s entrance. I had cut my meeting short so I could get here in time to pick up Nicole, despite her suggesting she takes a cab. Thankfully, I made it just in time. As I awaited her, my eyes suddenly caught sight of a woman. She stood some distance away from me and had her gaze glued to her phone. Her long, silky, dark hair covered the side of her face, preventing me from seeing it fully. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it since I was yet to see her face. I attempted to break my stare, but it seemed as though my eyes had developed a will of their own and were refusing to comply with my mental commands. The woman swiftly turned around and walked away, but in that swift movement, I was able to catch a glimpse of her face. I suddenly felt uneasy and curious about this woman, and my legs started moving on their own in an attempt to follow he
MIRABELLA’S POV I exhaled heavily, bracing myself for what’s to come. It’s been six years since I last saw my parents, and I’m certain they’ll be furious at me for ghosting them for so long. I didn’t even know how long I stood at the entrance until I felt two tiny arms wrapping around my legs. I lowered my gaze, and a bright smile crept up my face as I watched my five-year-old son embrace me in a comforting hug. He must have sensed my uneasiness and did that to reassure me that all was alright. Alfred may appear as a naïve five-year-old to others, but he’s way smarter than any five-year-old I’ve ever met. He’s not only independent, but he takes care of me more than I take care of myself. He was a gift from heaven sent to mend my broken heart after my divorce with Easton. I could never have asked for anything more. He’s my joy, my sole purpose in life, and my everything. “Are you scared granddad won’t be happy to see us, mommy?” Alfred asked, his hazel-green eyes glitte
EASTON’S POV “Who was she?” I asked Nicole, eagerly awaiting her response. We had arrived at her place and were heading towards the building. “Charlotte Benson! Can you believe it?!” Nicole exclaimed and I unknowingly put on a deadpan expression. Charlotte isn’t even someone I know personally; she’s an old acquaintance of Nicole from our college days. “It’s okay if you don’t remember her since it’s been years since we last saw her.” Nicole said, and I let out a sigh, disappointed that the woman didn’t turn out to be Mirabella. “Are you certain you wouldn’t like me to accompany you?” Nicole asked when I was about to head back to the car. “You should get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.” I replied but she held onto my arm. “How about staying over tonight? We haven’t seen each other in two weeks, and-” “I have work to take care of Nicole.” I diligently turned her down. I just wanted to take a long nap after the stress of the day and to stop thin
MIRABELLA’S POV “Mommy!” Alfred hurried up to me and I threw my arms around him, kissing his temple and then releasing him.“You look very handsome in your tuxedo, sweetheart.” I said to him as I adjusted his collar.“And you look gorgeous as always, mommy. That man totally agrees with me, as he’s been staring at you for a while now.” Alfred said, his gaze shifting a bit to the left, and my gaze followed his line of sight out of curiosity.I let out a gasp the moment my gaze met with the said man. I never thought I would see him so soon, and especially not at my welcome party. I told myself countless times that it wouldn’t matter if I saw him, that I wouldn’t care. It’s been six years and I changed in those years. Growing up, I was raised in love and never experienced any difficulties, well except for the times I spent with Easton during our marriage but that’s all in the past. Although my heart raced as I stared into his hazel eyes, it wasn’t because I felt intimidated. Even after