Ivan could hardly believe his reflection as he stood in front of Chloe's front door. His pulse thudded in his ears, and the bottle of wine in his hand felt heavier than it should. He had spent the entire day obsessing over tonight, trying to comprehend how the biggest crush of his life actress Chloe had suddenly invited him to her home for dinner.For years, Chloe had been a figure out of reach, her name gracing headlines and her face lighting up movie screens. They had been friends for long even before Chloe became so popular. He had always wished they could be more than friends but that seemed out of reach. He had always secretly wished he could be part of her world.And yet, here he was, his finger hesitating over the doorbell as doubts crept in. What if she’s just being polite? What if tonight’s a fluke? Or she just wanted to thank him for helping her put Max and Summer in their place? His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened suddenly, revealing Chloe standing there, r
Theodore asked Janelle to meet with him. He had left the office earlier but told Janelle to meet up with him. He had sent a car to pick her up. The evening unfolded slowly, like the turning of a page in a cherished book, each moment feeling timeless, precious. The restaurant, a hidden gem with its soft, ambient lighting and charming decor, was the perfect place for a memory that would last a lifetime. A quiet corner table by the window, draped with white linen, set the stage for what was about to happen. The gentle hum of the city beyond the glass was a soft reminder that the world continued on outside, but inside, in their small, intimate bubble, the night belonged to Theodore and Janelle.Janelle smiled across the table, a glass of wine resting in her hand, the soft red hue catching the light. Her eyes were warm, radiant, and there was a calmness to her expression that always made Theodore feel at home. He had always known that she was the one, the woman who fit seamlessly into his
Theodore told Janelle he was going to I introduce her to his mother after their engagement the day before. Janelle Ryder adjusted the hem of her dress as she stepped out of Theodore Wyatt’s sleek car. The mansion loomed before her, a testament to wealth and grandeur. Every glowing window seemed to radiate history and power, and Janelle’s nerves tightened with each step toward the ornate oak doors.Theodore noticed her hesitation and placed a steady hand on her lower back. "She’s going to love you." he said with quiet confidence."I hope so." Janelle murmured. The truth was, it wasn't just meeting Kendra that had her on edge. It was knowing how everyone had once thought she was dead, a woman spoken about in whispers. To meet her now, in this setting, was surreal.The doors swung open before Theodore could knock, and there she was. Kendra stood tall and composed, her elegance effortless, her smile warm but guarded, like someone who had mastered the art of greeting strangers."Theodore
Charles had officially asked everyone to come over for dinner. He had a lot on his mind to prepare for but be wanted a bit of normalcy in his life even if it was just dinner. The Wyatt estate was a picture of opulence and elegance, its towering facade bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The gardens were alive with subtle, flickering lanterns, their warm light casting intricate shadows against the marble terrace. Charles Wyatt stood at the head of the grand table set for the evening, ensuring everything was in place.He smoothed his tie as he glanced at the silverware gleaming in the soft light of the chandelier above. Every detail mattered tonight, though his mind was a battlefield of emotions. He loved Kendra more than words could express, but proposing at a dinner surrounded by family felt... off.He looked down at the pocket where the velvet box rested and sighed. No, not tonight.Kendra appeared, her gown a deep emerald that complemented the shimmering diamonds at her neck. S
The private lounge had always been a favorite of Theodore’s a quiet, exclusive space tucked away from the bustling city streets. It wasn't ostentatious, but it had a certain understated elegance: leather furniture, dark wood paneling, and soft jazz playing in the background. It was perfect for a night like this.Theodore nursed his whiskey as he waited, glancing at his phone briefly. Jasper had texted a cryptic "On my way, don’t start without me," while Kyle’s message was more straightforward: "Running late, as always, don’t fire me for it."The door creaked open, and Jasper strolled in, the epitome of casual confidence. His blazer hung open over a crisp white shirt, and his easy grin lit up the room."Theodore Wyatt, summoning me like we’re still kids planning our next big heist," Jasper teased, clasping Theodore’s shoulder."Hey, someone’s gotta keep the band together," Theodore replied, standing to give his best friend a brief hug. "You look good, man.""Always do." Jasper grabb
The grand Wyatt mansion loomed ahead as Violet’s car rolled up the long, winding driveway. It was her first time here, its elegant stone facade illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see her best friend the woman she had mourned as gone for over three years. The invitation had come as a surprise, though Violet couldn't blame Kendra for wanting privacy. For years, Kendra’s name had been shrouded in mystery, her supposed death leaving a void in the lives of those who loved her. But now, here she was, alive, and Violet could hardly contain her excitement.She couldn't believe her best friend had cheated death. She had felt kinda guilty. Over everything that happened, somehow she felt it was her fault. As the car came to a stop, a butler opened the door for her with a polite bow. "Mrs." he said. "Miss. Kendra is expecting you." He said respectfully.Violet stepped out, smoothing her coat as she took in the grandeur of the estate. The foun
Violet had set a meeting at a coffee shop with Kendra. Kendra wanted to decline but decided to go anyway. Besides she had bodyguards to watch her back.Kendra glanced at the clock above the cafe counter as she stirred her latte. She had been looking forward to this reunion for weeks a chance to reconnect with Violet after years apart. Her anticipation grew as the doorbell jingled, signaling Violet’s arrival."Hey!" Violet beamed as she stepped inside, followed closely by another familiar figure.Kendra froze for a moment, her eyes widening as recognition dawned. "Yvonne?" She called out with a smile. Yvonne smiled nervously but with a hint of pride, standing taller than Kendra remembered. Gone was the fragile girl who used to avoid eye contact and flinch at every sudden noise. She looked... confident."I hope you don’t mind." Violet said, glancing between them. "I thought it’d be nice for all of us to catch up."Mind? Kendra couldn't contain her joy as she pulled Yvonne into a tig
The sun was setting over the sprawling Wyatt estate, casting warm hues over the villa’s pristine white walls. Theodore Wyatt parked his car in the long driveway, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and unease. His mind flashed back to the very first time he saw his father. The first time he saw Charles Wyatt, then to him his meeting with his father was never just a casual affair.He stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood greeting him. Butler Fern directed him to the study, where Charles had been all afternoon.Pushing the door open, Theodore found his father seated in his leather armchair, staring out of the large bay window that overlooked the gardens. Charles was lost in thought, his fingers idly drumming on the armrest. He seemed so absorbed that he didn't notice Theodore standing there until a deliberate throat clearing broke the silence."Father." Theodore said with a half-smile. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Charles blinked, startled, then forced a smile