Samantha leaned forward, resting her chin against her knuckles. She had an effortless grace about her—elegant, poised, but dangerously observant.Her painted nails tapped against the table.“Ariel, you said your father is a merchant in this city,” Samantha began, tilting her head slightly. “That’s quite interesting. You must have lived a very comfortable life then, no?”Johny’s grip on her hand tightened. This wasn’t part of the questions they had prepared for. She could feel every pair of eyes on her, waiting for her response. The question was deceptively innocent, but she knew better.Samantha wasn’t asking for simple details. She was probing. Fishing for inconsistencies.“We lived well enough, yes.” She said calmly. Samantha hummed. “Well enough?” she repeated, as if testing the words on her tongue. “That’s rather vague, don’t you think?”Ariel maintained her calm. “We had what we needed, and for that, I was always grateful.”Samantha’s eyes gleamed with something of search with
Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud
The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature. Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.A rare sight of Mr Lucas. His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at his unblinking stare. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly. Her pulse pounded against her ribcage, rapid and erratic, as if her body sensed something her mind couldn’t grasp.A breathy chuckle slipped from Mr. Lucas’s lips. He had noticed her “Oh, child…” he murmured, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’
Alex walked up to her, and stood right in her front, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Ariel’s head dipped down, her gaze fixed on the floor as her breath grew shallow.Alex stood still, watching the nervous Ariel. A light chuckle left his lips in amusement. Amazed by her sudden nervousness. Where is the brave woman from earlier? He moved more closer to her, leaving a short distance between them. Ariel breathe caught in her throat, and without thinking, she took a shaky step back.Alexander chuckled again, unable to suppress the amusement in her reaction. His hand reached out, his fingers tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze.Her heart felt as though it was leaping out as his thumb lightly brushed her jaw, sending an electrocut through her spine.Then he leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, rich and smooth, laced with something that made her Insides churn. “You still smell this same… you must like this c
The Lucas estate was silent; nature had claimed everyone. But hidden deep within the mansion’s corridors, away from prying eyes, was Amanda’s private lounge.It was an exclusive intimate space, furnished in rich velvet and deep wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the dark liquor bottles in the corner bar. Heavy drapes framed the tall windows, allowing just enough moonlight to intrude in. The faint scent of jasmine and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with something more elusive—the quiet hum of heavy intimacy clung in the air. Here, Amanda was, in a nightgown that was tied perfectly around her body, not revealing much yet intimating. And in the room was also seated, Dr. Richard. Richard leaned back in his chair, whiskey in hand, watching as Amanda poured herself a glass of wine. She moved with effortless grace, her silk nightgown draping over her figure, concealed beneath a luxurious robe.She was flawless, even in her most private moments.
The midnight air was cool, a soft breeze whistling through Ariel’s open window. Yet, despite the crisp air, her body burned with an unbearable heat. A feverish sensation churned in her stomach, sweat forming at her temple.The discomfort stirred her awake. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She took in a slow breath, hoping the night air would soothe her, but it did nothing to suppress the heat surging through her.She exhaled weakly, then pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of bed. She made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of cold water would help.Standing at the counter, she took a slow sip; the cool liquid slid down her throat, calming the burning sensation from her stomach. As she absentmindedly rubbed her palm over her neck, a sharp pain shot through her skin, making her wince.Memories of last night flooded her mind.Was this the kind of man he had always been?Had she done something to provoke him?Ariel swallowed the questions cre
Johny remained calm in his seat, though his patience hung by a fragile thread. He inhaled slowly, forcing his fury to settle in his chest like a smoldering fire.“Ariel… I need you to calm down.”Her head snapped up, disbelief flashing in her eyes. Her pulse pounded against her throat. “You need me to calm down? Did you even hear yourself?”Johny’s grip tightened around the armrest, his knuckles turned white. His voice dipped lower, dangerously controlled. “Ariel… do you loathe me that much?”The question settled between them, making the air thick and suffocating.Silence rained in the room. “Ariel, answer me.” His tone sharpened and demanding.She swallowed hard, the dryness in her throat scraping like sandpaper. “I don’t hate you, but sleeping in your room was never part of our agreement. Do you realize you’re breaching the contract?”“I know… but things have changed.” His voice was deceptively soft, yet his gaze burned with intent. “We need to act like a real couple now. Like we’r
Ariel’s lids unclasped slowly to the brightness of the room. The morning sun had slipped through the curtains, casting the room in a bright orange glow.She squinted, her eyes heavy with sleep.She’d been awake the whole of last night — her eyes closing from time to time, but her mind reeling as she recited the message in her head over and over again.Remembering it again made her heart jump.Who could have sent her that message in the middle of the night?One thing was for sure… it wasn’t Johny. Johny was sleeping beside her yesterday, drunk and heavy on sleep.There’s no way Johny would have sent the message.But who could it be? No one had her contact except for Anya and Johny…Wait, could it be Luis? No way. Could Luis play this on her?And how did he get her new contact exactly? She changed her contact info because of Luis.If there’s a way Luis could have gotten her number, it’s through Anya.She needed to give Anya a call immediately.She grabbed her phone from the table and
It was late in the middle of the night.Ariel wasn't sleeping, her mind reeling, recalling how it all started.She got herself in a huge mess, but too sad, she realized it late.Acting all lovey-dovey with Johny was the worst challenge of her life.She'd have to put up with Johny's narcissism to prove to the world they're truly in love. They even kiss occasionally, on camera.As far as she'd known Johny, he could go to any length, any length at all, to get power, and that's what he's doing now, threatening her with Max, the reason she signed the contract in the first place.Her son is the reason she's here, sleeping beside a beast. A beast in sheep's clothing.A tear trailed down her face as her thoughts swirled back to when she got a call that Max had been hospitalized.She remembered her whole world came to a halt. Her son was the sole reason she was here, and honestly, she couldn't wait to see this whole charade end, and she got to see her Max again.She was still deep in her th
The morning sun filtered through the cracked windshield, casting a warm glow across Kelvin’s face. He shifted uncomfortably with a low groan and squinted, trying to adjust to the daybreak light.The stiff car seat did nothing but little to ease the kink in his neck. His neck was killing him—stiff from sleeping upright in a car seat that hadn’t been kind even when it seemed new.The air was still. The street was quiet. And the sleepy neighborhood was just beginning to stir.He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and sat up, adjusting his rumpled shirt, as he muttered under his breath, “Great. Real smooth. Sleeping in a car like a damn drifter.”He glanced at the dashboard.Still dead.The engine was still dead—he’d tried twice last night, before giving up. And honestly, he didn’t know what to do exactly at that moment. He didn’t even know why it had to stop here, of all places.He was tired, and perhaps staying put was just the best option, or maybe it was simpl
“I am Max.” Kelvin lied and rose to his feet.Max's face contorted in surprise. “Wait, you're Max too?”Kelvin shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, we're Max together, stuck together, aren't we?”Max chuckled softly, “I didn't know you were Max too.”“That's because I didn't tell you, my bad. Grandmother gave me that name. Quite a lovely name, isn't it?” He smiled.Max grinned, the little boy as happy as a clam.“We should leave; it's getting late. Why's your sister Anya always late anyway?” Kelvin asked.“She must be cooking,” Max said with a small smile. “Her food is always delicious; will you have lunch with us?”Kevin's lips thinned flatly as he thought of how to reply. “Perhaps, someday,” he finally replied.Max grinned, “I am so glad you're going to meet her; she's so lovely. I'm sure she'll be happy to meet you too.” Kelvin returned his bright smile.They entered the worn-out car he borrowed from an old man two weeks ago, paying him twice the car money.The thing was, he needed to st
It's closing time at Max School. The children were happily bouncing their way home, their parents or aides carrying their backpacks and lunchboxes for them.Like every other child, Max was also grinning ear to ear as he bounced his way home.But unlike the other children, he wasn't accompanied by a parent or aide. Instead, it was Kelvin—his support teacher assigned to him by his class teacher.And now, he was escorting him back home.As they strolled home, the warm sunlight cast long shadows behind them.Kelvin nodded toward a cluster of boys taunting a younger child, the sound of their snickering and teasing echoing through the air.“You see that boy crying over there?” Kelvin gestured towards the group of boys surrounding the younger child.They were bullying the boy, who seemed quite younger than they were.They were kicking him and laughing so hard at his predicament.And now that they were leaving, he couldn't stop crying.Max's face lit up with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “
Luis swallowed his composure on the edge of shattering into pieces. “She means everything to me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.Ricardo's voice cracked into a mocking laugh. “Yeah, that's what I said too after my second divorce. Fathering someone else's child all my miserable life, Ricardo blurted like it's nothing, his voice devoid of any emotion.Luis tilted his head a little, surprise and a little curiosity etched on his face, before he looked away with disinterest.“Want to…”“I don't want to hear your little story, Ricardo; all I'm interested in is finding Ariel. There's no way I'm believing that shit you told me.”Ricardo sighed, and his parting shot was a final blow to Luis. “I… was going to say, want to know how long they've been fucking? Google it; she's Ariel Lucas now.” Luis's eyes flashed with anger, but he managed to keep his cool.“That last name is heavyweight,” Ricardo added and started to walk away but turned back to Luis.“One last thing, I want my p
Luis strode into La Belle Boutique, its opulent interior bustling with customers chatting with the attendees.The air was thick with the scent of designer perfumes and the soft hum of hushed conversations.Luis was looking ever so elegant in his black tailored suit, his broad shoulders accentuating its flawless fit.He was carrying a sizable briefcase, his gaze fixed intently on the future as he navigated through the crowd with ease straight to Elena's office.He knocked, and Elena's melodious voice invited him in. “Yes, come in.” Luis entered, dropping the suitcase onto the table with a soft thud. His eyes locked on Elena, who lounged in her chair, sipping wine with an air of nonchalance.She wasn't the only one in the room, though; a young man was sitting across from her, enriching each other's company with a bottle of wine.Matteo—Elena's partner in crime and lover too.“You've become ever so dutiful, Luis,” Matteo sneered, a smug smile twisting his lips. “Heard you're looking for
Alex sat in his worn, everyday chair, surrounded by the familiar comforts of his office.His desk, typically cluttered, was tidy and organized, with documents neatly stacked and aligned, giving the impression that it had been touched for days.A lone ashtray on the edge of the desk held a smoldering cigarette, its thin stream of smoke curling lazily into the air. And a cup of whiskey was sitting right beside the ashtray.His eyes were closed, fingers steepled, head bent subtly as if whispering a silent prayer.He wasn't sleeping—or perhaps he couldn't.Memories of Ariel flooded his mind, taking over his sanity in a very drastic way that he couldn't figure out.It was so unfortunate that he had searched for her all over the world, and when he finally found her, she was tied to her brother.The most painful part was she couldn't recognize him.A low growl rumbled in Alex's throat. “Asshole,” he murmured, his jaw clenched at the thought of Ariel sharing a room with Johnny.His nerves spi
The morning sun cast a golden hue over Mr. Gerald's villa, but the light did little to soften the dark intentions brewing around it. Mr. Gerald sat on the grand balcony of his villa, sipping his morning tea with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.The message had reached him moments ago that Johny had acted just as he predicted."A reckless fool," he murmured, swirling the tea in his cup. "So easy to control.”He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with anticipation. The boy had no idea he was walking straight into a trap. He mused inwardly. A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from his throat as he envisioned the chaos that was about to unfold."Oh, Johny," he muttered, "I knew you would take the bait.”He set his cup down with a quiet clink, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table. The satisfaction of seeing Johny so desperate, so predictable—it was intoxicating.But amid his amusement, a spark of irritation crossed his mind.His jaw tightened. The thought of