The shock is evident in Juliet’s voice, her mom is the last person she ever expected to be here.“So this is what you do now!”Her mother's tone was filled with disgust.“Mom, please let us not do this here” Juliet pleaded.“The last time I checked, I am not your mother”She uttered with venom in her tongue. Those words pierced into Juliet’s heart, she could feel a burning pain in her chest.“You don’t have to remind me”Juliet bites her lips, preventing tears from rolling down her cheeks.“You had a good life, but you threw it all out because of your stubbornness”Her mother speaks with a disappointed tone.“Why are you here?”Juliet blurted out, trying to change the topic.“Why do you think I am here?”She questioned her back,Juliet was confused.“You know how embarrassing it was for your dad and I when our colleagues told us that they saw our daughter working as a waitress in some low place”Her eyes wandered the restaurant with disgust.“So you came here because your ego was hurt”Juliet
Annabel was standing in front of him, the confusion in Alberts face was evident. He has no idea what Annabel is doing here.“I’m so sorry sir. I know I shouldn't be here but I just can’t help it”Annabel uttered, giving him a seductive smile. Albert still has no idea what was going on.Before he could say a thing, Annabel made her way into his room causing him to lean backwards.She immediately shut the door in front of her with a smirk on her face, she turned to look at him for a second and she walked towards him.“What…is… going.. on.. here,” he stuttered as he leaned backwards “you shouldn’t be in here, my fiancé will be here any moment from now” he added.“We can make it as quick as possible”She walked closer to him, he leaned his back on the wall meaning there wasn’t any way for him out.“I know you want me”She whispers in his ears causing him to shiver, his whole body was ignited because of her. His heart raised faster than normal and he couldn’t help it.His cock hardened and t
Annabel’s povI should knock since I am here already, but I can't help but feel nervous about this whole thing. Why does he want to see me? Did I do something wrong again? All these thoughts clouded my mind, I decided to muster the courage and knock on his door. I knocked gently on the door, receiving an immediate reply but what I saw as soon as the door was opened shocked me. A half naked girl stood in front of the door, giving me a weird stare. Did he call me in here to try and insult me? What the actual hell is this?“Who are you?” She asked glaring at me. I guess she is a dumb one, is she that blind that she couldn’t see my uniform.“I am the new housekeeper” I answered , rolling my eyes. “What do you want?” She rudely asks, i want to smash your head on the wall, that is exactly what I wanted.“I got a call that Sir Andrew wanted to see me” I remotely answered.“Whatever i don’t care” she shut the door on my face. What a rude bastard, how dare she do that to me. I stood in fron
"What is your problem!" Mrs. Torres yelled, her voice laced with a hint of fear as she stared at the shattered bottle. Annabel quickly bent down to pick up the broken pieces, avoiding any eye contact with her boss and the visitor who had caused the commotion."I would advise you to fire her," the visitor told Mrs. Torres firmly."It was a mistake. It won't happen again," Annabel's voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze still fixed on the floor."Clean this up and leave immediately!" Mrs. Torres shouted. Annabel gathered the remaining shards of the bottle she could find, her eyes still averted. "Call Mrs. Jones," Mrs. Torres instructed, her voice echoing through the room for Annabel to hear.Annabel's POVWhat the fuck is happening? My so-called aunt is here. What does she want from me? Fear grips me as I suddenly realize that I might be exposed soon, caught in my web of lies. I knew I shouldn't have taken this job, and now I'll be fired the moment my truth is discovered. I despise this
"You should leave now," Andrew ordered the stripper, his voice filled with a mix of annoyance and urgency. The stripper, whose name he didn't even bother to learn, felt a pang of reluctance. She had hoped to spend a little more time with Andrew, as she sensed his initial enjoyment."Did you hear what I said? I want you to leave," he yelled, his tone growing louder and more intimidating. The stripper's body tensed, and fear crept into her eyes. She realised that her time with Andrew had come to an abrupt end."I thought I did great. You seemed to be having the best time of your life just minutes ago," she said, attempting to regain control of the situation. Her voice carried a seductive smile, hoping to change his mind."All I wanted was to reach my climax, and now that I have, get the fuck out of here," Andrew cursed at her, his frustration and anger evident. With a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, the stripper reluctantly left the room, leaving Andrew alone with his thoughts.
Andrew's gaze fixed upon his brother, sensing the palpable tension enveloping the room. Determined to break through whatever thoughts plagued Albert, he spoke up, "Why are you looking like that? It's just the housekeeper."Albert snapped out of his reverie, his mind refocusing on the present. "You can come in," Andrew called out, granting permission for the housekeeper, Annabel, to enter.Upon hearing Andrew's approval, Annabel cautiously stepped into the room, her gaze lowered, avoiding direct eye contact with the brothers. "Madam asked me to call both of you for breakfast," she calmly stated, still avoiding their gaze."That's alright, we'll be down in a minute," Albert replied with a warm smile. "And there's no need for you to keep your gaze down when talking to us," he added, earning a sidelong glance from Andrew."It's okay if she wants to maintain her gaze down; it simply shows respect," Andrew said, chuckling softly as he observed Annabel, still with her eyes fixed on the floor
Albert, feeling the weight of the situation, desperately searched for the right words to extricate himself."Ohh, your housekeeper, right?" Tracy asked, seeking confirmation of her assumption."Yes, my housekeeper," Albert stuttered, his words stumbling out. "She always makes mistakes with my breakfast, and that's why I called her name," he explained, feeling awkward.Tracy smiled and said, "That's alright then. No crabs for you, I suppose." However, Albert couldn't shake off a sense of discomfort at Tracy's response."Doesn't it bother you that I called you someone else?" he asked, attempting to understand her reaction."It was a mistake, and I understand," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. "What do you think about steaks, then?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation."That would be fine," Albert replied, grateful for the change of subject."Alright, then," she said. Tracy promptly informed the waiter of their order, and within a few minutes, their food arrived. As t
Annabel's POV:As I listened to my friend excitedly suggest double dates with our husbands, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. Personal space seemed to be a foreign concept to her. Did I look like someone who would enjoy spending my free time with others, especially if I had a husband?"Thanks for the kind gestures, but I don't think I would love to spend my free time with someone other than my husband," I politely declined her offer, wearing a smile on my face."That's too bad then. We would have had a lot of fun," she responded, sounding a little disappointed with my reply."Maybe next time," I said, trying to lift her spirits a bit. She gave me a slight smile in return.Leaving the kitchen, I made my way back to my room, still holding the money in my hands. As I stared at it, I couldn't help but think of how proud my parents would be that I had earned my first paycheck, all thanks to Juliet. Speaking of Juliet, I should give her a call to let her know about my day off so w
Albert’s POVAndrew is still not ready. My patience thins with every passing second as I check my watch again, exhaling sharply. The morning air is crisp, but irritation burns hotter under my skin. Finally, the door creaks open, and Andrew steps out, adjusting his cufflinks like he has all the time in the world. A wave of relief washes over me, quickly replaced by annoyance.“I told you to be early,” I say, my tone clipped, frustration lacing every word.He grins, unapologetic. “All I can say is that I’m sorry. No excuse.” He strides past me and slides into the car, leaving me to roll my eyes before getting in myself.Settling into my seat, I immediately pull out the documents, flipping through them with practiced efficiency. The low hum of the engine fills the space between us as I make last-minute adjustments, my focus narrowing in on the numbers and projections. The weight of the upcoming meeting presses down on me—this project is mine, and I won’t let anything jeopardize it.By th
Andrew’s POV My mind raced as I stared at Annabel, my throat tightening. What the hell do I even say to her? I hadn’t meant for this to happen—not like this. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve thought this through. But now? I was caught. And by the look in her eyes, she wasn’t about to let me off easy.“Annabel, listen to me,” I said, keeping my tone calm, but my voice felt tight in my throat. She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze sharp and expectant, waiting for me to speak. But the truth was, I had nothing. Absolutely nothing. “I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, breaking eye contact as guilt settled in my stomach.Her breath hitched, and when she spoke again, her voice was thick with disbelief. “You have to be kidding me right now. You did this, and now you have nothing to say?” Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. “You knew I wasn’t married this whole time?”“Not the whole time,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “But I figured it out not too long a
Annabel’s POVI still can’t understand how he can afford this restaurant. Everything about this place screams luxury—the elegant chandeliers, the soft classical music, and the neatly dressed waiters gliding across the room. The prices on the menu must be outrageous, and yet, he sits there so casually, flipping through the pages like it’s nothing.I stare at him, trying to figure him out, but before I can stop myself, our eyes meet. Embarrassed, I quickly look away, pretending to be focused on something else. Just then, a waiter arrives and places a glass of water in front of us. I hesitate to take a sip. What if he actually can’t afford anything here? What if we end up getting kicked out? The last thing I want is public humiliation.“What would you like to eat?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. His voice startles me, and I flinch slightly.“I—uh…” I hesitate, unsure of what to say.“Is there anything you’d like?” he asks again, waiting patiently.“Not really. I don’t want to ea
Annabel’s POVThe moment we stepped out of the house, a wave of relief crashed over me, so strong that I nearly sighed out loud. Thank God. My boss had bought the act—I had gotten away with it.I turned to the man beside me, my lips curving into a grateful smile. "Thank you so much for this. You have no idea what you just did. I was able to save my job all because of you." My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. "I owe you a big one. Just send me your account number, and I’ll transfer your payment."He didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge my offer at first. Instead, a smirk played at the corners of his lips."I don’t need your money, madam." His voice was smooth, casual, as if helping me had been nothing but a minor favor. Then, he took a step closer.Instinctively, I stepped back.His smirk deepened. "But tell me," he continued, tilting his head slightly, "do you plan to keep up this lie about being married forever?"A frown pulled at my brows. Why does he care?"I don’t thi
"This is Alex, my husband," Annabel introduced, a hint of fear in her tone. She tried to compose herself, but the tension in her body betrayed her.Mrs. Torres stared at the supposed husband for a long moment, her expression unreadable. The silence was suffocating. Annabel’s heart pounded violently against her chest, while Andrew—calm and composed—remained unfazed by the scrutiny."Are you really Annabel’s husband?" Mrs. Torres asked, doubt laced in her tone.Annabel’s breath hitched."Yes, ma’am," Andrew replied smoothly. "My name is Alex, as Annabel introduced me earlier." He offered a beaming smile, the picture of confidence. "I’ve heard a lot about you, and I must say, I appreciate how well you’ve taken care of my wife."Annabel pinched herself , panic creeping up her spine. Andrew was handling the situation too well—tooconvincingly.Mrs. Torres studied him for another beat before finally speaking. "Very well then. Have a seat."They both sat down, Annabel instinctively positionin
Annabel and Juliet found themselves in a state of bewilderment as they stood face to face with a man donning a distinguished beard, his friendly wave capturing their attention. Amidst the moment, Juliet instinctively grasped Annabel's hand, forming an unspoken bond between them as they cautiously approached the enigmatic figure, Andrew, whose countenance bore a semblance of disguise. Juliet, seemingly oblivious to the potential clandestine nature of their encounter, couldn't help but express her amazement. "Woah, Alex, I never knew you were this hot," she complimented, punctuating her words with a playful giggle. Annabel, however, was quick to quell her friend's exuberance, gently jerking her and signaling for quiet. As their trio converged, Annabel's discerning gaze met Andrew's, finding him already fixed on her with a subtle smirk adorning his lips. This triggered a sense of familiarity within Annabel, a recognition of that smirk, yet an elusive memory left her struggling to p
Annabel and Julie found themselves in disbelief as a mysterious figure with a masked face stood before them. Annabel, unable to contain her curiosity, questioned him with a puzzled stare, "Who are you?" Andrew, attempting to maintain an air of mystery, smoothly shifted his glass before settling in next to Julie. A silent exchange of glances between Annabel and Julie revealed their mutual confusion. Annabel inquired, "What's going on?" with a lingering tone, and Julie, equally bewildered, shrugged in response. As Andrew took a deliberate sip, he cleared his throat, adjusting his voice pitch to conceal his identity. A concealed smirk adorned his face beneath the mask as he disclosed, "I heard you guys need someone to act like a fake husband." Julie, momentarily taken aback, blinked twice before responding, "Yes, we do. We actually need someone to act as her husband for a day," pointing at Annabel, who was fixated on Andrew. Sensing Annabel's intense gaze, Andrew flinched imperc
Andrew, now visibly perplexed, continued to scratch the back of his head as he approached the table behind the coffee shop. "Annabel, where are you?" he called out, unaware of the clandestine activity transpiring just inches away. His eyebrows raised inquisitively as he surveyed the area, considering the possibility that she might be hiding. "Could she be behind this table?" he mused aloud, taking a cautious step forward as his eyes scanned the surroundings. Beneath the table, Annabel's heart raced at the realization that Andrew was inching closer. Panicking, she whispered urgently to Julie and the guy with them, "He's coming here! Why is he coming here?" Her eyes widened with concern, scanning Andrew's every move. Julie, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, questioned, "What's going on, Annabel? Why are we hiding?" Confusion clouded her expression as she tried to make sense of the situation. Annabel turned toward Julie, her voice barely audible, "That's Andrew." Julie's
One windy day, Annabel sat in her room, thinking hard. The wind outside matched the whirl of thoughts in her head. She had a big job ahead—getting Mrs. Jones to say yes so she could meet Julie. But this mission wasn’t just about typical friend talks. Restless, Annabel got up, pacing her room. “How do I ask Mrs. Jones to let me see Julie and talk about our plan for finding a fake husband?” she wondered, gently stroking her chin. The situation felt serious, full of uncertainty. In a moment of contemplation, Annabel's phone interrupted the solitude with its insistent ringing. Her eyes darted to the device resting on her bedside table, and without hesitation, she reached for it. The caller ID revealed Julie's name, and a sense of urgency compelled her to answer swiftly. Julie's voice burst forth from the speaker, a cacophony of excitement. "Get down here quick! I've found someone perfect for the job!" Annabel winced at the unexpected volume, hastily pulling the phone away from her