Prologue:
Small-town romance.
Enemies-to-lovers.
Secret identity. Sort of.
Callahan Williams was the boy that I wanted to gut with an axe since I was 5 years old. I was 11 years when I moved out of Everdeen Primary in the small town of Everdeen North. Since the move from that small town close to New York to London, I gained three things.
12 billion dollars.
Over a thousand enterprises under the Mason name.
A best friend, who wanted to move back with me on account of my contract to keep my inheritance.
It helped that she was a wealthy bitch too, who always wanted an Autumn Cafe to run, bake, and find love in.
What I lost for that money, wealth, and power: my parents, my grandparents, and any chance of finding love.
Until the boy I hated became the boy who never forgot the girl with pink pastel ribbons in her blonde head. Yet he completely forgot it was me. But I never forgot. And I sincerely wished I had.
❤️CHAPTER 1❤️
I stared outside the private black jet with the silver letters on every posh seat, blood wooden table between Meira Whittiker and myself, "Celeste, you're not focused on the game." She tsked, her velvet-nail-polished-manicured fingers filled with golden rings and gems. Hair as black as tar and as straight as the horizon sank behind her when she flicked it away.
"My mind's on that damn cafe you insisted on sharing halves on during the purchase." I mumbled, moving my pawn in a game of elite Chess. A white and red board while I was white, she chose red.
"Autumn's Gaze is already so beautiful, I can't wait to see the renovations. Six freaking months of details and payments and their idiotic builders. It was a good thing that we dropped those local imbecile builders and contracted our own. That first week was a disaster but we got through it, now it looks perfect. Exactly how I dreamt of a cafe-bakery-bar." She grinned so wide I could see the perfectly imperfect smile she had.
I glanced down as the jet landed in the small town of Everdeen North. Farms, green and autumn trees, a sunshine horizon glowing and a tiny town that needed more renovations than a desert at this point.
"I doubt the locals will take that lightly." I mumbled, stepping off. She drove the SUV while I gave directions, past my mansion and through the gates with a fifteen minute drive to the town square. A statue of some previous Mayor, Mayor Johnson Tate I believed his name was.
It was almost 7PM when I pointed to the Mayor Town Hall, where the prick of a mayor was a 30-something-year old with bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, AI generated smile and easily manipulated with anything that made him look better.
She parked next to a silver Ute. Mint condition.
She switched the engine off and clicked her belt, "I've always wanted a small town scene. Come on, show me what I missed in my childhood."
I side-eyed her, "Remember, no one can know I was born here." I pointed to her with black nail-polish shining with a blood red glittery halo and silver rings that cost more than this car on my fingers. She wore gold, I wore silver, based on skin tone, she had more of a tan or a glow but she used to be as pale as me. With freckles all across my face. My green eyes penetrated the TOWN HALL sign as it flickered and tried to glow in amber lighting.
She grinned. And nodded in confirmation before her dark burgundy business one-suit flickered like a flag. I followed in my black business suit and black trench coat with heels that looked like I stepped out or back into the Mafia scene. Which I found hilarious when a client of mine first told me that was how I came across when she met me.
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