Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“I want to take charge of Bourgeois,” Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

“Alright, then. You’ll be the commander in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward,” Elliot said. He couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him, he added, “Go and do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing. because I’m always going to be here to catch you when you fall, okay?”

In that quiet room, Elliot’s tender love

and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise

underlying his bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up, he would always be there to help her get through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said, Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was not just doing it out of fun.

a better version of herself, because how else would she live

hard time falling asleep after binge-watching several episodes of a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out

come after that.

softly. She was staying on the third floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls

a wary kitten, she made her way to the first floor and hurried into the kitchen, following the low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable

her. “What are you

up bumping her head against the

on me like

on her

was here to get a drink as well. The refrigerator light

was just about to give up when a large hand easily grabbed it and handed it to her. As she took over the milk, she looked up at the man

seemed to have slept before coming. downstairs. His ink-colored hair was currently tousled over his forehead, unlike during the day. He was peering into the fridge for something to drink as well,

He looked breathtaking.

Sophia staring at him, and he looked down with narrowed

lamely, breaking eye contact. Her heart was beating so loud and fast that it was a wonder he didn’t hear it. Swallowing convulsively, she

the refrigerator light, and Sophia, who was