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
Andrew's mind reels as he watches Esme, confusion clouding his thoughts. Why is she saying this? What game is she playing?"I'm serious, okay?" Esme insists, her tone light yet unwavering. "When my dad told me I’d be meeting someone, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. He’s always setting me up with people I have no interest in. But with you… it’s different.” She tilts her head, watching him closely. “The way you stood up to your parents, refusing the marriage—it was something I’ve never seen a rich boy do before. It was… attractive." She smiles, but Andrew feels no warmth from it—only amusement, like she’s enjoying a game he never agreed to play.His frown deepens. "Don't get the wrong idea," he says sharply. "I said that because I don’t want to marry you—not because I was trying to impress you."Esme’s smile widens, as if his frustration is nothing more than entertainment to her. "I know. But now I want to marry you.”Andrew exhales sharply, barely containing his irritation. "Well, I don’t w
Andrew’s POVI loved the shocked look on my mom’s face. Now I was sure—this marriage would never happen."Hi, everyone. I’m Esme," she said in a nonchalant tone, barely looking up from her phone as she found a seat."This is my daughter, Esme," Griffen said nervously. I mean, who could blame him? Just look at his daughter."She doesn’t look shy to me," I said with amusement, only to be silenced by my mother’s sharp glare. I rolled my eyes but didn’t push it further."I think we should all eat," my mom said with a forced smile, trying to keep things civil.My gaze stayed on Esme. I wanted to tell her how relieved I was that she was the one here. There was no way my mom would ever accept her as her daughter-in-law.As we started eating, Griffen reached over and took Esme’s phone away. "Eat properly," he told her.Surprisingly, she listened without protest. She actually obeyed him. Well, I guess that wasn’t a bad thing."I know you all might have some questions about my daughter," Griffe
The house is beautifully decorated, warm lights casting a soft glow over the elegant setup. The scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods.Annabel moves about the kitchen, wiping down the counters, but her mind is elsewhere. Curiosity tugs at her as she watches the staff rush around with an unusual level of excitement.She finally turns to Mrs. Jones, who’s overseeing the preparations. "Mrs. Jones, what’s happening?" she asks, her tone laced with curiosity.Mrs. Jones pauses, a smile tugging at her lips. "Andrew is about to get engaged."The words hit Annabel like a sudden gust of wind. Her heart skips a beat, her grip tightening slightly on the cloth in her hands."What?" she breathes out, needing confirmation. "Is he really getting engaged today?"Mrs. Jones’ smile fades into a frown. "That’s exactly what I said," she replies with a hint of irritation. "Now, get back to work."Annabel nods absently, turning back to her task, but the news
Annabel stuttered, struggling to form words, but nothing came out of her mouth."Are you okay?" Mrs. Torres asked, irritation evident in her voice. She crossed her arms, her sharp gaze cutting into Annabel. "I asked you a simple question—why are you dressed that way?" Her tone grew harsher, laced with anger."Ma’am, I’m dressed this way because—""Because I took her to a party," Andrew interrupted, stepping forward smoothly. His voice was calm, confident, but his mother’s expression didn’t soften. "Mom, I brought Annabel with me because I needed an assistant by my side."Mrs. Torres narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him as if she could see right through his excuse. "You could have taken a security guard," she pointed out, her gaze flickering back to Annabel, who shifted uncomfortably. "If something bad had happened, Annabel wouldn't have been much help."Annabel swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mrs. Torres' stare."You know what? I don't want to stress over this," Mrs. Torres final
Annabel’s heart pounded wildly, faster than normal. Fear gripped her as she watched Albert's reaction. He had just walked in on her kissing Andrew. But while she was panicking, Andrew remained unnervingly calm, as if the situation didn’t faze him at all.“Is no one going to say something?” Albert’s voice was sharp, his anger cutting through the thick tension in the air.Andrew shrugged. “What’s there to say? You caught us kissing. It is what it is.”Annabel’s eyes widened in horror. What is he doing?Albert scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Oh, so you mean to tell me this has been going on for a while? You two have been having an affair this whole time?”“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!” Annabel’s voice trembled as she took a step toward Albert, her hands shaking. “This just happened, I swear! It’s never happened before!”But the words felt empty, even to her. She wanted to run—to disappear. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her. The weight of Albert’s gaze, his anger
Annabel couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable as everyone’s eyes landed on her. She shifted in her dress, suddenly self-conscious, adjusting the fabric as if it could somehow shield her from their gazes. Tracy was the first to approach, her signature chameleon smile plastered across her face.“It’s so good to see you here,” Tracy said, pulling Annabel into an unexpected hug.Annabel rolled her eyes internally, not quite understanding why Tracy was suddenly being so friendly. But she didn’t complain—she just forced a polite smile and let it happen.“Come here,” Tracy added, taking Annabel’s hand and leading her straight into the center of attention.“I’m glad you made it,” Albert said warmly.Andrew, however, said nothing. He barely glanced at Annabel before quickly looking away, as if afraid she’d catch him staring.Everyone took their seats at the long table, and Annabel’s eyes widened at the sight of the extravagant feast before her. The variety of food was overwhelming, and
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