Sweet Love 2x: Miss Ruthless CEO for our Superstar Uncle-Chapter 30: Overreliance

Arianne had learned a long time ago that change was constant. Like time, it never waits for anyone, not even for her.

Choosing one decision would always entail several paths and a future. She had anticipated several scenarios when she made a choice, but despite knowing what was coming, her heart refused to let go of the uneasiness that taken root since then.

The twins had stopped visiting. They no longer call or message her, no longer waiting for the answer that may never come.

Arianne didn’t mean to make the wait too long, but she thought it was better than making a reckless decision.

When the twins proposed, she admitted it caught her off guard. However, listening to Lily’s reasoning, Arianne considered the future. If she were to choose to stay in Montclair City, the Rocheforts’ name would surely protect her from unnecessary problems.

But entering a contract marriage with Franz Rochefort would cheapen not only her beliefs but also his boundaries.

Franz had explicitly told her that he would not accept ambiguity and that a contract marriage is one with paperwork. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Arianne arrived home with Gio and found Aunt Estella seated in the dining room. She sighed inattentively and took a moment before she noticed their arrival.

Arianne glanced at the table. There were only three plates set this time.

"I haven’t seen those kids for two weeks now. Aria, do you think something happened?" Aunt Estella said, her face etched with worry for Alex’s children.

"Franz said they resumed attending school now," Arianne said, which was true. "They must be quite busy these days."

"I heard from Finn that they are also undergoing some therapies," Gio added. "It would be hard for us to see them anytime soon."

He didn’t care much about Alex’s children, but seeing their Aunt Estella worry upset him.

Gio glanced at his sister, gauging her reaction. Even if Arianne doesn’t say it, it seemed she unconsciously tries to look at the living room where the twins usually play when they are around. However, worrying about the twins was the last thing she should worry about.

The first assumption appeared in an email.

Arianne received an email one midmorning. She was not on the distribution list before. The email was about a quarterly alignment review scheduled for six months from now.

Her name appeared between Franz’s and Legals.

She did not respond, but the meeting went ahead anyway.

Later that day, Finance circulated a revised projection that extended into the next fiscal year. The figures accounted for a strategy Arianne had outlined weeks ago, back when her role was still described as temporary.

The language had changed. Not if implemented. When rolled out.

No one asked her to validate the shift. They accepted it as is.

By early afternoon, Operations followed suit.

A regional expansion plan resurfaced, one that had previously stalled due to risk exposure. The new version referenced a mitigation framework Arianne had drafted and shelved. It was no longer treated as provisional. Timelines were assigned. Resources allocated.

Gio noticed the shift, but Arianne remained silent throughout it, only observing.

She read the document once and closed it.

At three, a junior executive knocked on her door.

"Ms. Summers, do you have a moment?" he asked.

Arianne looked up. "Yes. What is this about?"

He stepped inside, tablet in one hand, looking a little nervous.

Gio lifted his gaze from his laptop, wondering what it was about this time?

"We’re finalizing the vendor shortlist for Q4. Franz suggested we align with your earlier criteria."

"I wasn’t consulted," Arianne said with a straight face.

"No," he agreed. "But the criteria made sense."

Arianne studied him for a moment, then nodded once. "Proceed."

He left without thanking her.

The afternoon continued in the same manner.

A briefing agenda arrived with her input already incorporated.

A media inquiry was routed away from her office without explanation.

Nothing was announced nor corrected.

By the end of the day, Arianne realized something else had changed. No one questioned her authority, but neither asked for her opinion.

People had stopped asking whether she would be present. They planned as though she would be.

Meanwhile, Franz met with Legal and Compliance. Again, Arianne was not invited, yet she received the summary afterward. The document referenced her earlier recommendations and listed them as standing guidance with no expiration or review date.

That evening, she crossed paths with Vincent Rocherfort in the corridor outside the boardroom.

He gave her a curt nod as a greeting before saying, "You’re staying through the end of the quarter."

It wasn’t phrased as a question, something that Arianne can’t refute.

"Yes," she replied.

"Good," the Chairman replied, pleased with her answer, "We’ll need consistency."

She didn’t correct him.

When the Chairman left, Gio couldn’t help but sigh.

"They are relying on you too much," he muttered.

Arianne said nothing. Her one-month stay had already stretched into three. Now the chairman spoke as if the decision had been settled without hearing her opinion, forcing her to comply.

Gio followed her into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft chime.

"This is how it starts," he said quietly, glancing around to ensure they were out of everyone’s earshot. "They decide first. Then they expect compliance."

Arianne watched the floor numbers descend. "They’ve already decided," she replied. "They’re just catching up to the assumption."

"That doesn’t bother you?"

"It does," she said evenly. "But not in the way you think."

They exited the building together. The city outside had begun its evening shift—traffic thickening, lights flickering on, routines resetting. Nothing looked urgent. Nothing ever did, from the outside.

At home, Aunt Estella was already asleep when they arrived. The house was quiet in a way it hadn’t been for weeks. No scattered toys. No voices drifting in from the living room. The absence was no longer new, but it had stopped being temporary.

Arianne paused at the doorway before heading to her study.

She didn’t turn on the main light. The desk lamp was enough to allow her see what she was doing.

Her phone buzzed once.

A message from Franz.

Father mentioned the quarter.

I didn’t contradict him.

She read it twice.

No apology.

No justification.

Just a statement of fact.

She typed a reply, then deleted it. Set the phone face down on the desk instead.

The documents from earlier were still open on her tablet. Forecasts. Schedules. Projections that stretched far past the timeline she had originally agreed to. Each one assumed her continued presence, her continued influence.

No signature required.

No confirmation requested.

She closed the files one by one.

This wasn’t coercion. That was the troubling part.

No one had demanded a commitment. They had simply adjusted around her, the way systems always did when a variable proved reliable.

Reliability was dangerous. It was how roles hardened into positions. How temporary became permanent without ever being named.

Near midnight, another email arrived. This one from Legal.

A draft agenda for a strategy session scheduled two months out.

Her name appeared again—between Franz’s and Compliance.

No disclaimer. No end date.

Arianne stared at the screen for a long moment, then closed the laptop without responding.

Silence had once been her advantage.

Now, it was being interpreted as agreement.

And agreement, once assumed, was difficult to undo.