~ Two weeks later ~
The club was in full swing, with neon lights flashing on and off, loud music playing, and bodies moving to the beat on the dancefloor. But 25-year-old Simona was feeling the complete opposite of everything. However, she has managed to put on a strong facade to hide her inner turmoil. But judging by the way her best friend sitting across from her was looking at her with a worried expression, she realized she was doing a bad job at hiding her pain. âCheers to finally getting divorced!â She suddenly exclaimed, lifting one of the glass shots in front of her up; she gulped it down, feeling high from the number of tequila shots she had already taken. That was the sixth or seventh shot she was taking, but it still hurts. She wants to forget, but everything reminds her of him, making it impossible for her to stop thinking about him. He had laid down his rules; she was to be his substitute and contract wife for two years; he would provide her with everything; he would give her the respect she deserved; but never his heart; but she stupidly agreed. She has been his secretary for 3 freaking years and had been secretly admiring him, but he never spared her a glance, and if, thanks to her lucky stars, she was given the chance to become his wife, even if it was just for two years and she was just a substitute for him, she agreed. She thought, like in the many books she read, he would come to love her along the way. But the stone cold devil, as they referred to him at the company, never looked at her, and when he came to know she was in love with him, the bastard terminated their contract, just a year after their marriage. âHey? Why are you crying?â Diana asked, snapping her out of her trance. Simona wiped the tears she didn't know she was shedding off her face with the back of her hand and answered, âI'm sorry.â âHey, it's okay; he wasn't the one for you; he was stupid to not have recognized the gem he had; now it's his loss; you would find someone better, okay?â Diana said, and Simona nodded, the action making her dizzy, but said with a weak smile, âYes, it's time I moved on to a new phase of my life; new life here I come!!â she exclaimed, raising another glass of tequila in the air. âYes, that's my girl; now let's get you home; you're so wasted,â Diana said, reaching for the tequila in Simona's hand. âGive it to me; you've had enough.â âNo, just this last one,â Simona said in a pleading voice. Diana shook her head in disapproval but nodded, giving in to Simona's request. âOkay, that is the last one, and I will take you home. Your father will be mad at me if he finds out I allowed you to get this drunk.â âDon't worry since he's on a business trip and won't be back in three days; he wouldn't know if you don't tell him. Now tell me, do you have something going on with my dad?â Simona asked, remembering the intimate position she saw Diana and her dad in two weeks ago when she returned home after leaving her ex-husbandâs home. âWh..at..are you talking about...?" Diana asked, wide eyes, nearly choking on her drink and coughing hysterically. Simona used the opportunity to gulp down another tequila and raised her eyebrows at Diana. If there is something she knows about Diana, it's that she can't lie and definitely doesn't keep secrets. Four years ago, Simona confided in Diana and told her she hid her identity and applied to be a secretary at Adrian's Company. It didn't last a minute when Diana informed her dad she was working as a secretary at Adrian Company, when she should have worked as a top designer there. âHey, calm down. Why are you stuttering?â Simona asked with a raised eyebrow. Because it almost looked as if they were kissing, and the way Diana looked nervous on seeing her that day. She was sure something was fishy, and why is she choking on her wine because of a simple question: is she guilty of something? âYes, I admit your dad is super hot and handsome though, but there's nothing going on between us; your question caught me off guard. Sorry," Diana explained, tucking a hair behind her ear. Simona looked at her face but found it hard to believe Diana was telling the truth, but she nodded anyway. âBut just a hypothesis, if you find out your father is dating someone younger than you or maybe a friend. How will you feel? Can you accept it?â Diana asked, looking at Simona as if she were afraid of her answer. "No, I wouldn't mind, but eww, why would a girl who's age is two times my father's age want to date him? She must only do that because of my daddy's money.â Simona said, and Diana looked at her like she didn't expect her answer but looked away. Simona felt Diana looked sad for a moment, but she thought it was just her imagination. âWhat if she genuinely loves your dad and it's not about the money?â Diana suddenly asked again, making Simona look at her skeptically. âHey, is my dad messing around with someone younger?â Simona asked back, and Diana choked again and started coughing. âOkay, you know what? Let's forget about my dad, okay? I'm sad, and I want to dance,â Simona said, standing on her feet but feeling dizzy and falling back onto the sofa. "Let me take you home; you can't even stand," Diana said as she walked to Simona's side to help her up. âBut I want to dance,â Simona said, her lips pulling in a pout. âDon't worry, I will play you your favorite song when we get home so you can dance, ok?â Simona nodded and wrapped her hand around Diana's shoulder as they walked out of the club. On reaching outside, Diana asked Simona to wait for her while she fetched the car. Simona went into a squatting pose to stabilize herself, but then her eyes moved to the entrance of a Michelin restaurant, and she saw Adrian walking out, loosening his tie as he walked towards his car parked ahead. âAdrian?â She said, standing up but staggering. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself and walked towards him. A few meters to reach Adrian, Sophia, Adrian's top model, walked out of the restaurant, calling after him informally and sultrily like they both were lovers. âYou b*tch! I'm going to make sure no establishment in New York would want to work with you; all your endorsements, when I'm done with you, you will wish you were dead.â Adrian warned in his icy cold voice, staggering a little, making Simona realize that there was something wrong with him. âAdrian? Are you alright?â Simona spoke, and both Adrian and Sophia turned her way. Adrian looked at Simona, his eyes moving down her body. âWhat was she wearing? And since when did Simona start wearing revealing dresses like that?' he thought, and the drug in his system wasn't helping matters. He was feeling for sex alright, but feeling disgusted by the woman who drugged him, he managed to keep his urges in check. But looking at Simona's flawless thighs and pumped breasts, he can feel blood rushing down his cock. âDamn it, he didn't want Simona; it's the drug,â he reminded himself and turned to open his car without giving Simona an answer. Sophia saw how Adrian looked at Simona. She heard from one of Adrian's maids she bribed some time ago to be her intel that Simona was kicked out two weeks ago. So she intended to be the new Mrs. Adams. She wasn't going to stand aside and let her hard work tonight go to someone else. Sophia walked towards Adrian. âAdrian, please, it's late. Can you please send me home? I'm scared,â she said, stretching her hand to take his hand, but Simona ran forward and jumped on Adrian, her skirt pushing up her hips. Adrian had opened his car door to enter, but hearing the shameless bitch spewing nonsense, he turned around only to find Simona jumping on him. He wrapped his hands around her on reflex but staggered backward, and his back hit his car. âTake me with you,â Simona said, wrapping her hands tightly around his neck. âWhat are you up to, Simona? And you reek of alcohol; you're drunk; just how much alcohol did you take?â Adrian said, about to let her down. But when Simona moved and his erection brushed her pussy through her flimsy panties, she moaned into his ears. Adrian stood there, stiff from Simona brushing his erection and moaning into his ears. He didn't want to do this, but every fiber in him wanted this; he would compensate her later, but right now, he needed Simona, and he must have her. He went around his car and seated her in the front seat and fastened the seat belt, got to his side, and drove off to his penthouse at full speed, leaving a screaming Sophia behind.The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pins Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. âIt was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. âSimona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,â he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath. âTurn and let me help you out of your clothes,â Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck. âAdrian, I love you,â she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied, âI love you too,â without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and
Diana's white sedan came to an abrupt halt in front of Anastasia. She has spent the entire night looking for Anastasia. She was worried and scared; she went through the footage of the club and saw Anastasia approach a man who took her away in his car, but since the distance was far, she couldn't make out the face of the man.She had to call Harold and tell him about what happened. Harold tried to keep her calm on the phone and told her he would take the next available flight and come, but Diana wasn't calm; she could sense the worry in Harold's voice. Would he be angry at her for taking Anastasia to the club? The thought made her heart skip a beat.She was only relieved when Anastasia called and asked her to come get her, but seeing Anastasia's haggard appearance now, all her worries surfaced again.âAnna! What happened to you?â Diana said getting out of the car and rushing towards her friend, who looked like she had been tortured. There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thig
Today, Simona Smith, a 25-year-old secretary at Annâs Fashion Empire who lived on the third door on the left on the tenth floor of her rented apartment, was home and didn't report to work due to a severe cold and sore throat. She was seated on her couch, clad in a duvet, hugging her knees while watching TV. Reaching for the hot ginger tea she has been sipping, she realized it had gone cold. She stood up to get another cup when her doorbell rang.âWho could it be?â She muttered to herself, putting the mug she was holding on the kitchen counter, and went to get the door. Simona opened the door and came face-to-face with the most handsome man she had ever seen. âHi, please, I'm looking for Miss Simona Smith,â Michael said, in his professional tone as he took in the appearance of the beautiful woman with a red nose standing in front of him blushing. He realized she must be having a cold with her red nose. But her blushingâwas it for him? Simona, who was blushing fiercely, tucked her hai
Three hours earlier, Adrian exited his car and strolled into the company with a furious look on his face, exuding a menacing aura that made the employees in the reception instinctively shrink back in fear. On stepping inside the elevator, Adrian shoved his trembling, clenched fists into his pockets, struggling to keep his anger and mostly his frustration under control. Each breath he took was a battle. He had thought he would see Simona, or whatever her name is; he wanted to see her, but instead, he found only the chilling void of her absence, as if she had never existed at all. With a surge of emotion, he pulled his hand out and punched the unyielding metallic wall of the elevator, a guttural and exasperated groan escaping his lips. "How dare you, Simona!" he shouted, delivering another blow, his knuckles hurting and staining red against the metallic surface. âSir, please, calmââ Michael began, standing nervously behind his boss, but his voice faltered under the weight of Adrian
Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.)~~~A few hours earlier, in the enormous bedroom of a mansion located in a different country, Helena sat on the bed with a worried look on her face, holding a phone to her ear, but once again, there was no answer to her call. At that moment, her phone began to ring, and she answered.âWhat did you find?ââI found out that he spent the night in his penthouse with his wife, I mean his ex-wife,â the person on the line reported. Helena's hand clenched into a fist as she tried to suppress the rage burning inside her and asked impatiently.âWhat else did you find?ââThe woman left early, and judging from her appearance, they had sex.ââaaahhh!â Helena screamed and hung up the call, tossing the phone away angrily.Mr
~ One month later ~ âMiss Moore, I suggest you take a break now; it's a few minutes past midnight. You didn't go home yesterday either; I'm worried; you lied to your dad about staying in a hotel when you're working.â Patrick scolded."Okay, fine,â Annastasia said, finally giving up, unable to take more of Patrick's scolding. She thought she had her dad off her back, but Patrick was worse than her dad. Turning around, Anastasia saw Simona fast asleep on her desk, and she sighed. She has been immersed in completing her draft sample; she ignored her employees' feelings. She walked over to Simona and patted her on the shoulder.âMadam!â Simona said, standing up abruptly. Anastasia smiled and said, "Pack up; I will drop you off."âThank you for your kindness, madam, but I will get a cab.â Simona said, and Anastasia raised an eyebrow at her. âOkay, I will get my bag.â Anastasia smiled and bent over to get her bag, but was hit with a sudden dizziness. She tried to support herself by grabbi
The door to Chairman Adams' private ward opened, and Adrian walked in, followed by Michael. Chairman Adams, who had been browsing through his phone with a wide grin on his face, expression quickly switched to a startled one as he tried to hide his device. However, he gave up, knowing his grandson had already seen through his facade.âWhat?â Chairman Adams asked half-defensively.âGrandfather, please tell me youâre not pretending to be ill again,â Adrian said, frowning deeply.âYes, I am. I wanted to see my grandson. Have you forgotten that I have two grandsons?â Chairman Adams replied in a grumpy tone. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself. âGrandfather, it has been ten yearsâten fucking long years. Please try to forget about him! He himself said he wouldnât be coming back, and we should forget about him. Why wonât you grant him his wish?â Adrian said, frustration evident in his voice. He was exhausted by his grandfather's constant troubles.
Adrian's car came to a screeching halt in his driveway. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut as he circled it and opened Anna's side of the door. However, Anna, being the spoiled brat, looked away from him angrily, her lips pulled int a pout, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Adrian smirked; he leaned in and unfastened her seatbelt as he deliberately brushed his nose on her cheek, letting out a haggard breath. Anna's heart skipped a beat as goosebumps erupted on her skin, feeling Adrian's warm breath fan her face. Just then, she felt herself being lifted, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck. She remained quiet, her heart racing as Adrian made his way into the house. The moment they entered the bedroom, Anna trembled, feeling a sudden chill down her spine. She looked up to find Adrian staring down at her with a dark venomous glare. He walked to the bed and sat her on it. Without saying a word, he turned, walking into the closest. Immediately the clo
Adrian, after exiting the bedroom, went to the kitchen and instructed the maids to prepare something soft for Anna; he had heard her stomach rumbling on their way to his house. He made his way toward the living room, and just then his phone began to ring again. He pulled it out and saw it was Michael calling.âWhat is it?â âSir, I just noticed an email that arrived this morning. After four long years, Iris has finally replied to us. She mentioned that she will be at the company by noon to discuss the details of our endorsement.â âThat's great; make arrangements for her arrival; Iâll be there shortly.â With that, he ended the call and tucked the phone into his pocket, a renewed sense of urgency propelling within him as he strode out, forgetting about Anna being cuffed to his bed.~~~ Adams corp. ~~~A-line corporation.It was a few minutes past noon when Michael and Linda, who were waiting in front of the company to welcome Iris, New York's most renowned fashion designer, exchanged g
Adrian's car came to a screeching halt in his driveway. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut as he circled it and opened Anna's side of the door. However, Anna, being the spoiled brat, looked away from him angrily, her lips pulled int a pout, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Adrian smirked; he leaned in and unfastened her seatbelt as he deliberately brushed his nose on her cheek, letting out a haggard breath. Anna's heart skipped a beat as goosebumps erupted on her skin, feeling Adrian's warm breath fan her face. Just then, she felt herself being lifted, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck. She remained quiet, her heart racing as Adrian made his way into the house. The moment they entered the bedroom, Anna trembled, feeling a sudden chill down her spine. She looked up to find Adrian staring down at her with a dark venomous glare. He walked to the bed and sat her on it. Without saying a word, he turned, walking into the closest. Immediately the clo
The door to Chairman Adams' private ward opened, and Adrian walked in, followed by Michael. Chairman Adams, who had been browsing through his phone with a wide grin on his face, expression quickly switched to a startled one as he tried to hide his device. However, he gave up, knowing his grandson had already seen through his facade.âWhat?â Chairman Adams asked half-defensively.âGrandfather, please tell me youâre not pretending to be ill again,â Adrian said, frowning deeply.âYes, I am. I wanted to see my grandson. Have you forgotten that I have two grandsons?â Chairman Adams replied in a grumpy tone. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself. âGrandfather, it has been ten yearsâten fucking long years. Please try to forget about him! He himself said he wouldnât be coming back, and we should forget about him. Why wonât you grant him his wish?â Adrian said, frustration evident in his voice. He was exhausted by his grandfather's constant troubles.
~ One month later ~ âMiss Moore, I suggest you take a break now; it's a few minutes past midnight. You didn't go home yesterday either; I'm worried; you lied to your dad about staying in a hotel when you're working.â Patrick scolded."Okay, fine,â Annastasia said, finally giving up, unable to take more of Patrick's scolding. She thought she had her dad off her back, but Patrick was worse than her dad. Turning around, Anastasia saw Simona fast asleep on her desk, and she sighed. She has been immersed in completing her draft sample; she ignored her employees' feelings. She walked over to Simona and patted her on the shoulder.âMadam!â Simona said, standing up abruptly. Anastasia smiled and said, "Pack up; I will drop you off."âThank you for your kindness, madam, but I will get a cab.â Simona said, and Anastasia raised an eyebrow at her. âOkay, I will get my bag.â Anastasia smiled and bent over to get her bag, but was hit with a sudden dizziness. She tried to support herself by grabbi
Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.)~~~A few hours earlier, in the enormous bedroom of a mansion located in a different country, Helena sat on the bed with a worried look on her face, holding a phone to her ear, but once again, there was no answer to her call. At that moment, her phone began to ring, and she answered.âWhat did you find?ââI found out that he spent the night in his penthouse with his wife, I mean his ex-wife,â the person on the line reported. Helena's hand clenched into a fist as she tried to suppress the rage burning inside her and asked impatiently.âWhat else did you find?ââThe woman left early, and judging from her appearance, they had sex.ââaaahhh!â Helena screamed and hung up the call, tossing the phone away angrily.Mr
Three hours earlier, Adrian exited his car and strolled into the company with a furious look on his face, exuding a menacing aura that made the employees in the reception instinctively shrink back in fear. On stepping inside the elevator, Adrian shoved his trembling, clenched fists into his pockets, struggling to keep his anger and mostly his frustration under control. Each breath he took was a battle. He had thought he would see Simona, or whatever her name is; he wanted to see her, but instead, he found only the chilling void of her absence, as if she had never existed at all. With a surge of emotion, he pulled his hand out and punched the unyielding metallic wall of the elevator, a guttural and exasperated groan escaping his lips. "How dare you, Simona!" he shouted, delivering another blow, his knuckles hurting and staining red against the metallic surface. âSir, please, calmââ Michael began, standing nervously behind his boss, but his voice faltered under the weight of Adrian
Today, Simona Smith, a 25-year-old secretary at Annâs Fashion Empire who lived on the third door on the left on the tenth floor of her rented apartment, was home and didn't report to work due to a severe cold and sore throat. She was seated on her couch, clad in a duvet, hugging her knees while watching TV. Reaching for the hot ginger tea she has been sipping, she realized it had gone cold. She stood up to get another cup when her doorbell rang.âWho could it be?â She muttered to herself, putting the mug she was holding on the kitchen counter, and went to get the door. Simona opened the door and came face-to-face with the most handsome man she had ever seen. âHi, please, I'm looking for Miss Simona Smith,â Michael said, in his professional tone as he took in the appearance of the beautiful woman with a red nose standing in front of him blushing. He realized she must be having a cold with her red nose. But her blushingâwas it for him? Simona, who was blushing fiercely, tucked her hai
Diana's white sedan came to an abrupt halt in front of Anastasia. She has spent the entire night looking for Anastasia. She was worried and scared; she went through the footage of the club and saw Anastasia approach a man who took her away in his car, but since the distance was far, she couldn't make out the face of the man.She had to call Harold and tell him about what happened. Harold tried to keep her calm on the phone and told her he would take the next available flight and come, but Diana wasn't calm; she could sense the worry in Harold's voice. Would he be angry at her for taking Anastasia to the club? The thought made her heart skip a beat.She was only relieved when Anastasia called and asked her to come get her, but seeing Anastasia's haggard appearance now, all her worries surfaced again.âAnna! What happened to you?â Diana said getting out of the car and rushing towards her friend, who looked like she had been tortured. There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thig
The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pins Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. âIt was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. âSimona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,â he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath. âTurn and let me help you out of your clothes,â Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck. âAdrian, I love you,â she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied, âI love you too,â without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and