The sound of shattering glass filled the room, a lady squatted down to pick the broken pieces of the glass.The sharp mouth of the glass pierced through her finger as blood immediately oozed out of the finger.“Just look at what you did Annabel,you broke my favourite vase.You are just good for nothing like your useless mother”A lady who appears to be her aunt reprimanded from behind.“Please don’t talk about my mother like that”Annabel pleaded heavenly at the verge of crying.“Oh shut up,she is the reason for my brother’s death!”Her Aunt barks at her as Annabel gazes down.“If only he didn’t marry that whore of a woman that gave birth to a worthless disgusting person like you he would have still been alive”Her Aunt added remarking rudely.“My mother is not a whore”Annabel finally voices out, unable to hear any bad things about her mother.“How dare you talk back at me Annabel!”she grabbed her by the wrist tightly,she pulled her up and landed her a tight slap.Annabel couldn’t control t
The sound of relaxing music was echoing in the whole living room. The living was big enough to contain at least eleven families and there would still be space remaining. A woman was sitting on a couch with a glass of wine cup in between her fingers.She wore a fitted romper with a pair of high heels,She seemed to be worried about something with the way she caressed her membrane.“Excuse me ma’am!”Her butler called for her as soon as he came in. The woman didn’t respond to him, “excuse me ma’am” he called out again. She slowly looks up at him, giving him a deadly look.“What exactly do you want?” She asks with a cold tone.“I am so sorry to disturb you ma'am,”He apologised, a bit frightened by her stares.”Miss Juliet is here to see you”,He added.“Juliet”She repeated the name.“Yes ma'am,”He replied.“She can come in”She gave her approval for him to bring her inside.“Miss Juliet is here, ma’am,”The butler announced. The woman looked at her with a confused look, trying to remember whe
Annabel was a bit nervous to go see the madam, she really hopes the madam doesn’t get suspicious with them and find out that she isn’t married.“I am a bit nervous,” Annabel whispers to Juliet.“You don’t have to be nervous, she will ask you a few questions and you have to answer the questions without showing that you are nervous”Juliet whispers back to Annabel “and no matter what happens, she mustn’t find out that you are single” she added.“I will try my best not to be nervous,”Annabel mutters with a low tone.“No more talking, we are almost close to the living room, we don’t want her to get to know about our lies”Juliet ushers for her to be quiet, Annabel nods lightly.They both finally reached their destination but they were both confused because they couldn’t see any trace of the madam.“I think she has finally caught up to our lies” Annabel bickers pacing around.“I think she stepped out for a moment,” Juliet declares, trying to convince herself that the madam was going to come
It was 7 o'clock in the morning ,Juliet's eyes twitch a little due to the sun ray reflecting her eyes.She blinks rapidly managing to open her eyes to see Annabel awake.“You are awake early” Juliet yawns, stretching her hands.“I am a little bit excited for my new job, so I got up early”Annabel excitedly squeaked.“That’s good to hear”Juliet smiles before getting out of bed.“I was waiting for you to be awake, I need to get to the house early”Annabel groans.“Don’t you want me to take you there?”Juliet asked.“You don’t have to, I will go there myself and besides you need to go to work”Annabel pointed out.“Okay then, promise to visit every weekend,”Juliet grins.“I promise to visit every weekend,” Annabel repeats.They both hugged each other and said their goodbyes.‘I really hope I made the right choice getting her this job’ Juliet murmur’s to herself watching as Annabel leaves.On getting to the house, Annabel had only one thing in mind and that was to get rid of any thoughts of th
“You mean I have to go to one of the brothers' rooms?”Annabel asked, a bit sceptical.“That’s exactly what I mean” Mrs Jones declares with a warm smile on her face.The thoughts of Annabel going to one of the brothers' rooms is making her a bit nervous as adrenaline rushes to her blood.“Do I have to go in there, maybe you should assign something else to me?”Annabel nervously suggested.“Do you have a problem with cleaning the master room?” She suspiciously questions her.“No, I don’t have a problem with it. It is just that I don’t want to make any mistake in cleaning the room”Annabel quickly uttered to kill her suspicious eyes that were gazing at her.“In that case, you aren’t fit to work here”Mrs Jones declares, making Annabel's eyes widened but she recovered immediately.“I am very capable and very fit to work here”Annabel assures her with pleas evident in her tone.“Then do as I say”Mrs Jones orders, Annabel nods not wanting to create any more chaos“You will have to be fast beca
Annabel was packing her belongings with tears in her eyes. Annabel POV He is so mean, how could he just fire me just like that, what the hell will I tell Juliet now. She will be so disappointed in me, what the fuck just happened?‘How someone that handsome be so cruel at the same time, I hate him so much. And to think I had a crush on him, at least his brother is a little bit nicer than him.Annabel still couldn’t believe she just got fired on her first day of work, all she could think about is the disappointment on Juliet’s face when she finds out about it.The knock on her down diverted her thoughts, she went immediately to check who it was. As soon as she opens the door, she saw an angry Mrs Montes standing in front of her.Annabel is terrified with the look on Mrs jones face.“Mrs… jones”She stutters, cleaning her tears immediately.Mrs Jones entered her room without Annabel’s permission.“What have you done? Do you know the consequence of your action?”Mrs Jones sternly questions
The look on all the chefs' faces shows how terrified they were. This was a mistake that shouldn’t have ever happened and knowing the kind of family the Torres were, the person will be punished severely.“What is going on, why are they all looking terrified?”Annabel whispers to Mrs jones.“Someone is trying to harm sir Andrew”She replies earning a gasp from Annabel “everyone knows that sir Andrew is allergic to pineapple, so it wasn’t an accident”She added.Annabel wonders who would have done it, she knew how annoying and irritating sir Andrew can be but she never imagined someone would actually try to harm him here.“Who do you think is responsible?”Annabel’s curiosity kicks in.“Whoever it is should pray that he/she never gets caught,”Mrs Jones silently utters a short prayer.“What will happen to the person?”Annabel questions like she was the culprit.“Let just say, the person will wish he never did that”She utters, giving her a death stare.Annabel is a little bit terrified, she is
Albert turns to look at her, he couldn’t get a glimpse of her face because her gaze is on the ground.“You don’t have to look down, you can always look up to talk to me” he says with a friendly tone.“No sir, it will be disrespectful of me to stare at you” she says with fear in her tone.Albert couldn’t help but be amazed by the house keeper’s reaction.“What is your name?” he asks calmly.“My… name… is.. Annabel” she stammered.“That is such a beautiful name”“Thank you sir” she stuttered “sir, your father calls for you” she says with her gaze still on the ground.“What does he want?” He asks coldly.“I have no idea about that,” she replies.“Thanks for informing me,” he says calmly.“I will take my leave then”“Wait, don’t leave” he says as he gets up from the couch. He majestically walked slowly towards Annabel. Annabel’s heart skipped a beat knowing he was coming towards her, she took a step back when he got closer.“You don’t need to be scared about anything, I won’t hurt you” he
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
It has been precisely seven days since Annabel received the unusual request from Mrs. Torres to extend an invitation to her husband, a directive instigated by Mrs. Torres's concern for her sons, Albert and Andrew. The underlying motive was to serve as a deterrent, preventing any potential romantic entanglements between the aforementioned sons and Annabel. In the seclusion of his study, Andrew, immersed in his thoughts, couldn't help but vocalize his desire for Annabel. "I want her to be mine," he uttered, grappling with his emotions while nervously biting his lip. Despite the intense yearning for Annabel and the allure of her touch, Andrew realized the necessity of maintaining self-control. He understood that any hint of impropriety could lead to suspicion and, subsequently, his mother dismissing Annabel from her position. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Annabel found herself walking along the mansion's passageways when she unintentionally eavesdropped on Mrs. Tor
Mrs. Torres, perceiving Annabel's evident confusion, addressed her with a blend of concern and curiosity. "Annabel, why do you seem so lost?" Mrs. Torres inquired, her attentive eyes focused on Annabel's troubled expression, sensing there was more beneath the surface. Caught off guard, Annabel met Mrs. Torres's gaze and took a moment before offering a glimpse into her internal turmoil. "It's just... I was thinking about your request," Annabel admitted, her voice tinged with a touch of nervousness as she tried to articulate the complexity of her thoughts. Mrs. Torres, expecting a more elaborate response, raised an eyebrow, prompting Annabel to delve deeper into her contemplation. "What about my request has you so preoccupied?" Mrs. Torres pressed further, her tone firm yet encouraging, urging Annabel to open up. With a sigh, Annabel felt compelled to be honest. "Mrs. Torres, the thing is, I don't have a husband," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of potential c
Albert’s keen gaze remained fixed on Andrew, waiting for an explanation. Andrew, struggling to find the right words, stammered, “Uh, I… I was just checking on Annabel. You know, making sure everything’s okay.” Albert raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. “Checking on Annabel? Why all of a sudden? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Andrew hesitated, a mix of guilt and uncertainty crossing his features. “It’s just… things have been a bit complicated lately, and I thought I should see how she’s doing,” he finally admitted. Albert, though intrigued, couldn’t shake the feeling that Andrew wasn’t revealing the whole story. “Complicated? What’s going on, Andrew? Why the sudden concern for Annabel?” The air in the corridor grew tense as Andrew’s frown deepened, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Albert’s barrage of questions had struck a nerve, and Andrew decided it was time to turn the tables on his curious brother. “Albert,” Andrew began, his voice car
Meanwhile, outside Andrew’s room, Annabel leaned against the hallway wall, nursing her wounded hand. The sting of the cut was a tangible reminder of the unexpected turn of events. She replayed the scene in her mind, from Mrs. Torres’ stern warning to Andrew’s impulsive reaction. In the sprawling cotton field, Annabel caught sight of Andrew approaching, and a sudden surge of discomfort prompted her to seek refuge amidst the cotton plants, concealing herself from his view. Andrew, oblivious to her evasive maneuver, continued walking until he stood in the midst of the cotton, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “Annabel?” Andrew called out, his brow furrowing in confusion. He trailed his hand through his hair, a gesture of mild frustration. “Where could she be?” Hidden in the cotton, Annabel observed Andrew’s perplexed demeanor and wondered about his persistent attempts to be near her. A fleeting thought crossed her mind – could Andrew be in love with her? She quickly dismissed t
Andrew's mother raised an eyebrow, a stern expression on her face. "Andrew, we need to talk," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. Andrew's earlier amusement quickly turned into apprehension as they headed to a more private space for the impending conversation. In the secluded space, Andrew's mother fixed him with a piercing gaze. "I hope you have a reasonable explanation for what I just witnessed," she stated, her voice firm. Andrew shifted uncomfortably, attempting to choose his words carefully. "It's just a misunderstanding, Mom. Annabel and I were discussing her new schedule, and things got a bit... intense," he explained, avoiding direct eye contact. His mother's expression remained unyielding. "Intense? That didn't look like a professional discussion to me," she remarked, crossing her arms. "I hope you're not taking advantage of your position, Andrew." Andrew sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "No, Mom, it's not like that. I just wanted to