He walked with her to her door, hands shoved deep in his pockets again like he didn’t trust them. She paused with her hands folded “You know,” she said casually, “you told your ex-wife I was pregnant before the doctor even brought my test.”Kevin huffed. “Technically, yes.”“And you kissed me.”“Yes.”“And called me your fiancée.”He winced slightly. “That too.”She smiled, small but genuine. “Just checking.”Then she walked into the mall with a grin on her face now Kevin didn't know if she was happy or irritated “ Good day master how may we help you today” the lady on the front desk asked politely “ I came here to pick rings… for my fiancee” Kevin say looking towards Cecile as she walked around the mall“ Oh ohk… I'll get you some of our rare designs” the woman said as she slipped away** Cecile's pov I just can't get over that dream what does it mean for real and why is Kevin becoming so touchy now… could he have fallen in love with me for real what am I even thinking…” she thou

Cecile’s POVAhhh… finally I can actually test I feel a bit sleepy Sleep found her in fragments as she had little flashbacks of her previous dreams and Kevin's sudden change towards her doom she fell into a dark trance more like a dream not the deep, and endless kind—just enough to quiet her thoughts, to soften the edges of the day. Cecile lay curled on her side, one hand resting unconsciously on her stomach, the room washed in late-afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains.She was somewhere between awake and dreaming when she heard voices.Muted at first. Polite. Careful.“…Madam is resting—”That is Eva… what is going on… Cecile thought as she came closer to consciousness “I know,” Kevin’s voice replied, low and unmistakable. “Just bring them in. Quietly.”Cecile frowned slightly, her brow creasing. Her eyes fluttered open.The door opened slowly.She pushed herself up on her elbow just as two servants entered, each carrying multiple shopping bags—cream, black, embossed lo

Kevin’s POVHe let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Trust me,” he said, stepping closer now, the distance finally collapsing, “if I’d planned you, I would’ve done a much worse job.”She tilted her head. “How so?”“I would’ve made you easier,” he admitted. “Less honest. Less… disruptive.”“That sounds like an insult.”“It’s the opposite.” He stopped in front of her, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her knees through the desk, close enough that backing away would’ve been a choice. “You make me stop pretending I already know the answer.”Her gaze softened at that. “That’s terrifying, Kevin.”“Yes,” he agreed. “It is.”She slid off the desk then, standing in front of him. For a moment neither of them moved. There was no urgency, no hunger clawing at the moment—just gravity.“I keep waiting for the other shoe,” Cecile said quietly. “The part where reality reminds me who you are. What your life actually looks like.”“And what does it look like to you?” he asked.She consi

Smileys and InterruptionsKevin’s POVThe next morning hit like a freight train—sun slicing through the curtains in sharp golden streaks, Mia’s high-pitched giggles bouncing up the stairs like little grenades of joy, and the unmistakable clatter of pans and plates from the kitchen below. Kevin rolled over in the massive bed, sheets tangled around his legs, bracing for the usual gut-twist of pending deals, unread emails, or some board member breathing down his neck about quarterly projections.
But it wasn’t there.
Instead, this quiet, warm buzz hummed right under his ribs. Cecile. Last night’s forehead touches and whispered promises. No contracts. No timelines. Just… them. Real.
He let out a low breath that almost qualified as a laugh and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Muscles protested—tight from the tension he hadn’t even clocked carrying around all evening. Shirtless, he padded barefoot to the en-suite bathroom, the cool marble under his feet grounding him. He splashed col

PRESSURE POINTKevin’s POVThe elevator doors closed with a sound that felt louder than it should have.Kevin stood alone inside the glass box as it began its smooth ascent, the city shrinking beneath him floor by floor. His reflection stared back from the mirrored wall—tailored suit, calm face, no visible cracks. The kind of man people trusted with money, futures, decisions that affected thousands.He rolled his shoulders once, loosening tension he’d woken up with but hadn’t shaken since.Something was off today.He’d felt it before he even left the house—before Cecile’s quiet “Drive safe,” before Mia’s rushed goodbye kiss, before the gates slid shut behind him. A low-grade hum under his skin. The sense that something had already started moving without him.The elevator chimed.Twenty-fourth floor.The doors opened to controlled chaos.Assistants moved faster than usual, heels clicking sharply against marble. Conversations stopped mid-sentence when they noticed him, then resumed in s