
TWELVE MONTHS WITH HIM
moanajoy03 · Ongoing · 120.3k Words
Introduction
But living together changes everything. Walls fall. Lines blur. Hearts slip.
When a family enemy targets their marriage and Harper discovers she is pregnant, their arrangement shatters. Contracts cannot save them.
Only choosing each other can.
Chapter 1
I woke up this ,morning feeling down and excited its mixed feelings, my aunt's lawyer called yesterday and set up a meeting for us to meet, so I had to be at the meeting venue this morning because it’s about her hotelier . let me introduce myself my name is Harper Vale I’m 28 yeah that’s pretty much everything about me, my aunt ‘‘Margaret Harper’’ has an hotelier before she passed 8 months ago. Loosing the only family I had left was so disheartening I thought, not until this very day when her lawyer called for meeting I stood up rushed to the bathroom and took my bath, dressed up and set out to go meet Mr. Chen my aunts lawyer he’s has been with before her passing, on getting outside I realized the weather was cloudy and it’s going to rain. I kept praying for the day not to get any worse than this not knowing the rain was just a minor issue.
The rain came down sideways, turning Seattle's streets into rivers and Harper Vale's jacket into a useless piece of soggy fabric. She stood outside the Adriatic Hotelier aunt's hotel, now listening to Mr. Chen deliver the kind of news that changed everything.
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Vale, but the financial situation is... complicated." He adjusted his fogged glasses with one hand while trying to keep his umbrella steady with the other. Both efforts were failing. "Your aunt took out several loans over the years to maintain the property. The building requires significant repairs, and the property taxes alone…"
"How much?" Harper cut him off. She has never been good at dragging out bad news. Better to just take the hit.
Mr. Chen hesitated, who told her everything she needed to know before he even spoke. "The total debt is approximately 3.2 million dollars."
Harper laughed. She couldn't help it. The sound came out sharp and slightly unhinged, startling a woman walking past with her dog. Three point two million. It was such an absurd number that her brain couldn't quite process it as real.
"That's not possible," she said, even though she could see from his expression that it absolutely was.
"I'm afraid the documentation is quite clear. Margaret was exceptional at keeping the hotel operational, but the underlying financial structure was…" He paused, clearly searching for a diplomatic word.
"A disaster," Harper finished for him. "You can say it."
He didn't argue.
She turned to look up at the building, rainwater streaming down her face.
"There is one interested buyer," Mr. Chen continued, pulling a folder from his briefcase and attempting to shield it from the rain. "Sebastian Colton has made an offer on the property."
Harper's stomach dropped. She knew that name. Everyone in Seattle knew that name.
"Sebastian Colton," she repeated flatly.
"Yes. Colton Industries has been acquiring properties in this neighborhood for several years now. Mr. Colton has offered 8.5 million for the Adriatic and the adjacent parking lot."
Eight and a half million dollars.
Harper could pay off every cent of debt and walk away with enough money to finally start her own architecture firm instead of scraping by on freelance projects that never quite materialized. that amount can change lot in her current situation. But she already knew what Sebastian Colton wants to do with the building. Everyone knows what Sebastian Colton do with buildings he acquires.
"What's his plan for it?" she asked, even though she didn't really need to.
Mr. Chen shifted his weight, umbrella tilting. "I believe the proposal includes demolishing the existing structure and developing luxury residential condos."
There it was.
Luxury condos. Glass and steel towers with rooftop pools and smart-home technology and absolutely no soul. He wanted to erase the Adriatic like it had never existed. Like Margaret Vale hadn't spent forty years keeping it alive. Like the history in these walls meant nothing.
"Tell him no," Harper said.
"Ms. Vale…"
"I said no."
"You don't have the capital to save this property." Mr. Chen's voice was gentle but firm, the tone of someone delivering facts rather than opinions. "Without significant investment, the bank will foreclose within sixty days. At that point, they'll sell to the highest bidder regardless of your wishes. You'll walk away with nothing."
"Then I have sixty days to figure something else out."
"Figure out what exactly?" He wasn't being cruel, just pragmatic. "You're an architect, not a developer. You don't have access to that kind of capital. And even if you did, the building needs immediate repairs. The roof is leaking, there's substantial water damage in the east wing, the electrical system hasn't been updated since the eighties…"
"I know all of that." Harper felt her defenses rising, which meant he was right and she hated it. "I grew up in this building. I know every crack, every leak, every broken fixture."
"Then you understand that this situation is untenable." Mr. Chen sighed. "Your aunt was a remarkable woman, but she left you with an impossible situation. The most practical course of action is to accept Mr. Colton's very generous offer and…"
"Don't tell me what's practical." Harper's voice came out harder than she'd intended. "Buildings aren't just transactions. They're not line items on a spreadsheet. The Adriatic has history. It has meaning. My aunt died in that ballroom hanging curtains because she loved this place more than anything."
The words hung between them, sharp with grief that was still too fresh even eight months later.
Mr. Chen was quiet for a long moment. "I truly am sorry about Margaret. She was an extraordinary person."
"Yeah. She was."
"But Ms. Vale... sentiment doesn't pay debts."
He was right. Harper knew he was right. But she couldn't just hand over the keys and watch
Sebastian Colton tear down the last thing her aunt had left behind. The last proof that Margaret Vale had existed, had mattered, had built something beautiful in a world that valued profit over preservation.
"How long did you say I have?" Harper asked.
"Sixty days before the bank initiates foreclosure proceedings. After that…"
"Sixty days. Okay." She had no plan, no strategy, no idea where to even begin. But sixty days was something. Sixty days was better than nothing. "Thank you for being honest with me."
"Ms. Vale, I strongly urge you to reconsider Mr. Colton's offer. Given the property's condition, it's extraordinarily generous."
"I'm sure it is. But my answer is still no."
Mr. Chen closed his briefcase with a resigned sigh. "I'll inform his office. Though I suspect they may reach out to you directly."
"Let them try."
She stayed there for another ten minutes, water soaking through her jeans, staring up at the hotel. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A text from Jessie: “How'd the meeting go?”
Harper typed back with numb fingers: “Remember how you said it couldn't possibly be as bad as I thought?”
The response came immediately: “Oh no.
Oh yes. I'll call you later.”
The smell hit her immediately: old wood and lemon polish and something floral she could never quite identify. The front desk was original mahogany, refinished so many times it practically glowed even in the dim light. The terrazzo floors featured an intricate geometric pattern that must have taken months to install back in 1923.
Harper walked through the first floor slowly, running her hand along the walls the way she'd done as a child. Her aunt used to bring her here after school. Harper would do homework at the front desk while Margaret dealt with guests and contractors and the endless small disasters that came with running a historic hotel.she taught her that architecture wasn't just about designing buildings…it was about understanding how people lived, what they needed, what made a space feel like home instead of just shelter.
Even in disrepair, it was breathtaking. High ceilings with ornate plaster moldings. Floor-to-ceiling windows along the east wall that would flood the space with light on sunny days. This was where her aunt had died. The coroner said it was quick…a massive heart attack. Margaret had been up on a ladder hanging new curtains, gold velvet ones she'd found at an estate sale, when her heart simply stopped.
Harper had found her the next morning. Had called 911 even though she already knew it was too late.
That was eight months ago. Sometimes it felt like eight years. Sometimes it felt like yesterday.
She sat down in the middle of the ballroom floor, right where the ladder had been, jeans soaking wet and probably catching a cold but not caring about any of it. Harper pulled out her phone and searched for Sebastian Colton.
The results were extensive. Forbes profiles, Seattle Times features, Photos of him at charity galas and industry events, always in an expensive suit, always with that particular smile that seemed calculated rather than genuine. The articles used words like "ruthless," "visionary," "transforming Seattle's urban landscape."
One quote jumped out from an interview he'd given last year: "Nostalgia is expensive. Progress requires letting go of the past."
she texted Jessie: “Can you come over tonight? I need wine and possibly to make some terrible decisions.”
The response was immediate: “Say no more. I'll bring provisions.”
Harper sat in the ballroom for another hour, just breathing in the building's familiar scent and listening to it creak and settle around her. Margaret used to say that buildings talked if you listened closely enough. Right now, the Adriatic was telling Harper it wanted to survive.
She just had absolutely no idea how to make that happen.
When Harper finally left, she locked the door behind her and stood outside one more time, looking up at those beautiful geometric windows through the rain.
"I'm not giving up on you," she said to the building, her voice barely audibles over the downpour. "I don't know how yet, but I'm not letting him tear you down."
The building didn't answer, of course.
But something settled in Harper's chest anyway. A decision made even if she didn't fully understand its implications yet.
Sixty days.
She'd find a way.
She had to.
She got home and changed into dry clothes and opened her laptop, searching for things like "emergency loans for historic properties" and "how to save a building from demolition" and, in a moment of desperate creativity, "can you legally sell a kidney."
The results were uniformly discouraging.
Jessie arrived at seven with two bottles of wine and enough Thai takeout to feed a small army. She took one look at Harper's face and said, "That bad?"
"Worse."
"How is it even worse? You inherited a hotel."
"I inherited 3.2 million dollars in debt attached to a hotel that a billionaire wants to demolish." Harper opened the first wine bottle without bothering to find glasses. "He offered 8.5 million. I said no."
Jessie's eyes went wide. "Holy shit, Harper."
"I know."
"And this billionaire is...?"
"Sebastian Colton. You know, the guy who's been turning half of downtown into luxury condos."
"The one from all those Forbes articles? The one who looks like he was genetically engineered to model expensive watches?"
"That's the one."
Jessie was quiet for a moment, opening takeout containers. "What are you going to do?"
"I have absolutely no idea."
They ate and drank wine directly from the bottles, and Harper tried not to calculate exactly how many days until she lost everything.
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