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.

because how else would she live up to

a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of

come after that.

Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While

low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold

a cold and crisp voice spoke up behind her. “What are you

but she did so too quickly and ended up bumping her head against the door of the freezer compartment. The loud thud resonated throughout the kitchen like an ominous drum

you not creep up on me like that? For heaven’s sake, you

snapped, rubbing. the sore spot on her head as she shot Arthur a resentful

here to get a drink as

refrigerator and reached up to grab it. However, her fingertips could barely brush it. She 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

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

He looked breathtaking.

Arthur sensed Sophia staring at him, and he looked down with

heart was beating so loud and fast that it was

immediately in the absence of the refrigerator light, and Sophia, who was hardly paying any attention while walking, accidentally slipped on one of the steps. There was a thud as she fell, bashing her knee on the steps as shel grappled around in the dark to