Andrea’s POV
Zion’s eyes glittered as they focused on me, holding my gaze, challenging me to look away. I couldn’t because the memories of the little time I shared with him came rushing into my mind. My emotions were all over the place! I tried hard to keep them at bay, to maintain a cold, professional front, but my heart gave me away. He was the father of my children, after all!
‘You shouldn’t forgive him for what he’s done to you. He doesn’t even accept them as his own!’ reminded my inner mind. I blinked the emotions away. I had to be stronger if I wanted my revenge.
“You know me so well, Andrea! Yes, there’s a catch, but don’t worry. It’s not a daunting task to do.” He leaned towards me, but I didn’t back off, facing him bravely. “I will help your business in every way as long as you stay with me in my house here. I want you to move in with me! The moment you leave, I’ll stop providing you with work.”
My jaws dropped with shock. “What the f*ck! Why would I do that?” I felt like screaming at him in frustration. It was an impossible task for me! How could I leave my children and move in with him? Was he out of his mind? Why couldn’t he live with his wife instead? There was a time when my rose-tinted views about him would compel me to do anything for him, but not anymore. His distrust, his cruel words, his callousness towards me and his children have toughened me. I refused to bow down to his wishes.
His jaws clenched, and he stood straight, pinning me with an annoyed look. It didn’t deter me. My decision was made. “The choice is yours, Andrea. If you want to see your business prosper, do what I want or else I’ll ensure you get no projects from now on. You know my reach!” I was left dumbfounded while my entire being revolted against his impossible demand. I knew how powerful he was!
As the sole heir to the Concorde Group, he was one of the most powerful entrepreneurs in the aircraft industry. Their dominant company, Concorde Aviation, continued to be the global leader in the private aviation aircraft industry for the last eight decades.
Five years ago, Zion had made a foray in the world of architecture with his flagship architectural venture, ZC Architects. I had the feeling he had built it for me! Now my misconceptions have been cleared. I knew how selfish he was. He did everything for his gain!
I blinked out of my daze, coming back to reality with a jolt. I held his icy gaze, refusing to buckle. Of course, I knew what living with him entailed. I wouldn’t let him touch me, let alone get into my pants. I might have been naïve five years ago to agree to a one-night stand with him, but not anymore.
I overcame my crush on him!
“What will you gain out of it? Can’t there be another solution to this?” He punched the table and started pacing the floor as if I had suggested something absurd.
“No, absolutely nothing!” He stopped to pin me with a look of disgust. “The contract will be yours tomorrow morning if you move in tonight. The more you delay this, the work will slip out of your reach and go to Mr. Jenkins.” He knew how important the contract was for a startup company like mine. He knew I was competent enough to handle it. Yet he kept such unreasonable terms before me! Sebastián Conrad was much better than him. He judged us based on our capabilities.
“I see. Would you place such unreasonable terms on Mr. Jenkins as well? What will you ask him to do? Mow your lawn or clean your mansion? Well, you can keep your project, Zion. I’ll figure it out on my own.” I was boiling with fury at his selfishness! He trembled with fury, clenching his teeth as he scowled at me.
“Let’s see where that confidence leads you to. Good luck finding work, my Andrea!” His knowing smirk looked threatening and so did the evil glint in his eyes, but I wasn’t one to give in so easily.
“I’m not yours and never will be. I shall terminate my association with Conrad Architects soon. Goodbye, Zion!” My decision was made. If Zion was the new owner of Conrad Architects, I didn’t want to be associated with it anymore. I was about to leave when his words stopped me in my tracks.
“Running away from me won’t solve your problems, Andrea! I’ll make your life unbearable until you move in with me.” I whirled around and scowled at him, refusing to give in.
“Why are you after me? Why can’t you ask your ex-wife to move in with you? Leave me alone, Zion. I have responsibilities to shoulder.” He scoffed at my words, taking a step towards me. I stepped backward to keep as much distance from him as possible.
“What responsibilities? Throwing grand parties or hitting on the guys at Escapades?” He laughed, but there was no mirth in it. Escapades was an elite club where Knox and I had memberships when we returned from Copenhagen, but that was five years ago. It belonged to Knox, close friend Maddox Laurier. He was a common friend and always used to hit upon me in jest, just to get Zion jealous. Did he really bear a grudge until now?
“Maybe more than those! I’m not answerable to you.” I knew he was annoyed, having expected me to jump to his bait and defend myself. The old, naïve Andrea would surely have done that, but I was a mom now. I didn’t want to divulge more information about myself or my children. Zion Concorde was the most temperamental and reckless man I had ever met. What if he had a change of heart and decided to snatch my children away from me? It was better he didn’t know about them.
“Is that your final decision, then? Don’t come crying to me afterwards!” He yelled after me, frustration evident in his tone.
“I won’t.”
I gave him a look of disgust before whirling around and walking away from his office. He could go f*ck himself for all I cared. One project would hardly make a difference. I would look for more work elsewhere. I walked out of his office with my head held high in the air. A glass object shattered somewhere behind me inside his office. Yet I didn’t look back.
As I walked down the corridor towards the elevator, I could feel the judgemental looks of all employees on me. I didn’t care. This would be the last time I would be here in Conrad. My association with them was over.
I drove over to my office to start my day, but my mood had already soured by the morning interaction. “Andrea, will you follow up with Mr. Robinson on his restaurant project? Here are the details.” My young PA, Roberta Davison, handed me the details. “He insists on talking to you.”
“I’ll catch up with him. What about the other projects? Send Michael to my office.” Michael Steele was my marketing guy, having worked with me for the last five years. He had been a fresher when he joined us, but I was the only one who saw his potential. He stuck on in Ratio Architects ever since.
I called the client and finalized the restaurant project. The work would start next week and he insisted I visited his office once tomorrow. “I want you to accompany me to the site, Ms. Cromwell!” said Mr. Robinson.
“Sure. I’ll be there at your office at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning?”
“Yes, Ms. Cromwell. That will be great. See you then.”
I felt thankful that I didn’t give in to Zion’s pressure. I found work, didn’t I?
Michael came in and we discussed all the leads we had currently. “We have to work hard, Michael. I’m terminating our association with Conrad Architects. Everything now depends on you.”
“Oh! I won’t fail you, Andrea. I’ll surely do my best for Ratio.” I felt quite pleased with my little team. We might not be a huge setup, but I was sure we would survive without Zion’s help.
For the next two days, we worked together to get as much work as possible. Mr. Robinson had called to postpone the meeting and as such, I couldn’t start the restaurant work.
Michael rushed in with an angry scowl on his face. “Andrea, Mr. Robinson has given the project to Conrad, not us. How could he do it after finalizing everything with you?” I gaped at the guy. How could that be possible? We had finalized the deal over the phone. I would have signed the contract if he didn’t call me to postpone the meeting. What was going on?
“How did you know?” I couldn’t help the sense of dread from clutching at my heart. Did Zion have anything to do with this?
“I called his PA. She informed me.” I curbed the wish to fight with Zion, but then, that was what he wanted me to do. No, I would ignore him and look for work elsewhere, but I wouldn’t give in to his wish.
Zion’s POV “Damn! Why hasn’t Mr. Robinson arrived here yet? The restaurant project should be ours at all costs.” Charlie Martin, the marketing manager of Conrad Architects, stammered, having to deal with me for the first time. He had no idea how difficult I would make his life if I didn’t get what I wanted. Yes, I wanted to see Andrea accept defeat and bow down to my terms and conditions. She might consider me evil, but I didn’t care. I was helpless five years ago, but not anymore. I wanted her back in my life! “He called to inform us he would be the twenty minutes late, sir.” I punched the desk in frustration. “I hate tardiness. Didn’t you tell him that? What about the other projects? Did you follow up on those?” I had appointed my trusted PA, Steve McGuire, to track down all the projects Ratio Architects took up. I knew I could blindly trust him and he lived up to my expectations, giving me a detailed report on the subject.“All have agreed to work with us except Edward Sterling
Andrea’s POV “Andrea, Michael has emailed you his resignation before leaving! Have you checked?” asked Roberta as I went through the terms and conditions of the Wells Group project. After all the deals went out of our hands, this was my only hope. It was obvious Zion was deliberately trying to force me to surrender to his wishes, but he had no idea about my patience. After raising the twins single-handedly since they were born, I had loads of it. I wasn’t the immature, reckless Andrea I used to be. However much he tried, I wouldn’t rise to the bait. Now, this fresh piece of news shattered my inner resolve. How could Michael backstab me? How could he leave Ratio now, when I needed him the most? “Are you sure? I have received no email from him yet.” Roberta looked uncomfortable while I gave her a suspicious look. No, there were no emails from Michael. “How do you know about this? Did he tell you he will leave Ratio?” I was now sure this was a joke. I trusted Michael even with my eyes
Andrea’s POVA sense of dread spread over my mind as I watched Mrs. Hamilton approach the door. No, I couldn’t face him. “Please deal with him, Kathy. Tell him I’m busy!” I dashed off towards Adrian’s room to avoid Zion at all costs. The therapist had completed his work and got up to leave. I could hear the main door close. So Zion had left! Granny Catherine was arranging Adrian’s duvet and cushions, so I followed the therapist out. “Call me if he faces any discomfort. Otherwise, I’ll come over after two days to check up on him.” “Thank you so much for coming over at such short notice.” He smiled and nodded at me.“It’s my job.” As we walked out of the room towards the main door, I froze at the sight of Zion, sitting in the living room, maybe waiting for me. What was he doing here? Didn’t he know I was busy? The therapist took his leave while I walked over to Zion, glaring at him all the while. “What brings you here, Zion? There is nothing to discuss. I’m busy!” I continued to glar
Andrea’s POV I felt relaxed, rested, and much better! The soft bed I was lying on didn’t seem mine! Where was I? I remembered falling unconscious in the office! After that, everything was hazy. I had no memory of anything whatsoever. Immediately I opened my eyes with a start as a feeling of dread clutched at my heart. I looked around the tastefully done-up room. Where was I? This wasn’t my room or Cromwell Mansion! With its neutral shades of beige, it looked more like a man’s bedroom. My heart constricted with fright. I dreaded accepting the obvious. Did Zion bring me over to his house? After all, he was the only one present near me when I lost consciousness. No, I had to escape. I didn’t want to stay here a second longer to confront him. My head swooned as I tried to get up. It was a futile effort, and I fell back on the bed. I knew I was burning with a fever, but I had to leave. If I stayed here, I would go crazy. I made repeated attempts at getting up on my feet. At last, I sto
Zion’s POV Mad fury coursed through my body as I realized what she had done. How dare she hit me? I would punish her right away! No one could get away after messing with Zion Concorde! Maybe she hadn’t gone far without a car or her bag!I was about to open the door and run after her when a phone buzzed somewhere on the floor. I felt my phone in my pocket. It wasn’t mine. I looked around to find Andrea’s phone lying outside the main door. She might have dropped it in her haste. Then how would she summon help in her condition? I walked out of the penthouse, picked up the phone and glared at the screen. The name Adrian flashed across the screen, immediately making me see red. At that moment, I could have killed the guy with my bare hands. I was about to accept the call immediately, intending to blast him for calling at odd hours, when my gaze fell near the elevator. A gasp of horror escaped my lips at the sight of Andrea lying near my private elevator. I knew she was burning with feve
Andrea’s POV I waited outside Zion’s condominium for Grandpa Vincent’s car. I was glad I could get away from Zion. It was true he had helped me recover, but I couldn’t breathe in his presence. I didn’t want to go down memory lane and relive the moments I spent with him. What was the use? He didn’t love me the way I did. It was best to stay away from one another. His gesture couldn’t undo the hurt he had inflicted on me. He had broken me five years ago. Even now, his harsh, judgemental words shattered me, more than a fatal wound could. How could he have such a low opinion of me without proof? No, he was too toxic for me. It was better I avoided him at all costs. Thankfully, I had found my mobile phone lying on the bed beside me. I had dropped it somewhere when I fell unconscious. Seeing it suddenly near me gave me the idea of escaping. Maybe Zion had left it accidentally on my bed. I sneaked out with it while he was busy in the kitchen. After everything he did to me, did he really e
Andrea’s POV I turned a deaf ear to the phone, letting it buzz. Somehow, I had the feeling Zion had a hand in the eviction. Why else would they evict us so abruptly? I just couldn’t sit idle at home and rest when there was so much on my plate. I popped a pill and got ready to go to the office. Grandpa was upset with me and refused to talk to me. I could understand his point of view, but today, I had to check out what was going on. I would definitely demand a notice period when I wasn’t a defaulter. The moment I drove out through the gates, I came across Zion’s car, heading right inside. Why was he here now? Maybe he was here to blast me for escaping him and ignoring his call. It served him right. I swerved the car, but he blocked me. Lowering his window, he handed me my laptop bag. I could see the amusement in his eyes, but I ignored it. I snatched my bag from his grip and drove away, leaving him where he was. After ten minutes, I braced the LA traffic and reached my office. Rober
Andrea’s POV “Mom, I hate to live alone. Why do we have to go? Why can’t we stay at G-Pa’s house like Zane and Angel do?” asked Zayden, scowling at me defiantly. They called their great-grandpa, G-Pa, just as Knox’s children did. I glanced at Adrian sulking in the back seat, furious to leave Cromwell Mansion behind. His leg was much better and he could walk using a crutch. It would be a matter of days before he could move around without aid. I couldn’t stay until then. I had to get away before Knox’s arrival. He was too dominating! “Their lives are settled in Cromwell Mansion, whereas ours is in our apartment. How long would you miss school? It’s quite a distance from Cromwell Mansion.” I drove towards my apartment while the twins sulked. I couldn’t tell them the real reason I had moved out. They were too young to understand. There was another reason, though. Zane, Zayden, and Adrian together were becoming quite a handful for granny Catherine and grandpa to handle at their age. The