Olivia Sliding off the car, I let out a sigh and gazed straight ahead. Right in front of me stood Daniel Harlow's house, and as I looked behind me, a lingering smirk played on my lips. I stretched my right hand forward, slowly running my fingers over the sleek surface of the red BMW 7 Series, savoring its smoothness. Knowing that this was once Ashley's favorite car brought a bright spark to my mood.This was actually my dream car too! But of course, our father had to go and get it for his precious legitimate daughter. Ugh, typical. And then, after everything that went down that night, fueled by anger, our father took away all her stuff - the cars, the fancy luxury jewelry, and even her access to this building. It was a real mess…. She was only left with nothing aside from her clothes. Smirking, I recall how she would shamelessly show off all her cars on social media, living it up with a carefree lifestyle, going clubbing, and feeling like she owned the world. And let's not fo
Damien's POV: As I adjusted my necktie, a smile spread across my face as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Memories of what happened at the party came rushing back to me, and I couldn't help but think that Ashley did an incredible job playing her role. She definitely deserves a thumbs-up for pulling it off so well! With a chuckle, I picked up my hairbrush and leisurely started brushing my hair, making my way down to my beard. I understand the look on Alexander's face, those suspicious looks and that's why I need to prove to him with actions so that I can easily achieve my goals.**Beep. Beep!" As I turned around, I couldn't help but notice my phone buzzing on the nightstand. And of course, Ashley had her own room which was very small in size and could barely fit two people at once and looked more not well arranged. Well…… that was once my personal room where I pack stuff that I don't normally use and on the night of our wedding, I made it clear to her that she won't be sha
Ashley's POV: I was in the middle of a deep slumber when morning arrived. Unaware of my surroundings, the sound of the door opening and someone entering went unnoticed.Though I heard the faint sound of footsteps echoing on the cold tiles, growing louder until they came to a halt. Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I let out a sigh and brushed it off, thinking it was just a figment of my imagination or perhaps part of a dream."Ma'am, please wake up," a soft, feminine voice whispered gently beside my ear. The words slowly registered in my sleepy mind, and I reluctantly let out a groan in my sleep, still not fully awake. Despite the gentle urging, I remained in the comforting embrace of slumber.I heard her plea, "Ma'am, it's already morning, you need to wake up." But I simply let out a dismissive sigh and stubbornly pulled the duvet over myself, determined to prolong my cozy sleep. "Please Ma'am, sir Damien wants you downstairs for breakfast," As she uttered the n
It was a sunny day outside, and I found myself sitting in the back seat, gazing out of the car window. Emily's words echoed in my mind, reminding me that Damien wanted to see me in his office. Which one of his offices could it be? I let out a sigh and quickly glanced at the driver, who seemed completely focused on the road as if he had been given specific instructions on where to take me.The driver took what felt like an eternity to reach our destination. Eventually, the car came to a sudden halt in front of a towering building. There was something oddly familiar about the road leading up to it. Lost in my own thoughts, I was jolted back to reality when the driver opened my door. Stepping out of the car, I looked ahead and nearly stumbled as my eyes locked onto the banner proudly displayed in front of the building. "POWERTECH INNOVATION COMPANY," the name was boldly written, and my heart sank at the sight. Did he bring me here just to taunt me? Tears welled up in my eyes, and I s
Damien “Hello, sir,” As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Michael's voice on the other end.With a hint of annoyance in my voice, I responded, 'Yeah,” as I furrowed my brow and continued to scroll through the laptop in front of me on my desk. The screen illuminated my determined expression as I searched for the information I needed."Your friends are here to see you," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.I paused for a moment, my thoughts swirling as I slowly swiveled my chair, facing the expansive glass window in my office. With a deliberate motion, I turned my attention back to the phone, my expression becoming icy and resolute before I let out a deep sigh, my frustration palpable as I spoke, issuing a stern warning "This is a task for my personal assistant, who happens to be my wife, not you." I emphasized the word "wife" to ensure he understood the gravity of the situation."I... I mean, I'm sorry, sir," he quickly apologized, his voice filled with remorse.
Ashley I love that feeling of peace and comfort when I close my eyes and tap my finger, lost in thought. It's like the world fades away for a moment. Though staying here is one hell of a thing, you know? It really weighs on me, knowing that I'll be working in the very company that used to belong to my father. It's a heavy burden. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time to that night when I sneaked out with Layla. Maybe then, I could fix everything. But sadly, it's just not possible.Because everything that's been going on in my life lately is just slowly eating away at me. I've got so much on my plate, so many responsibilities that I can't seem to find any solutions for. And to top it all off, Layla has completely disappeared since that incident after our encounter in the hallway that day. But you know what? sighing, I hissed out. “Not like I care to know her way about though,” However, I was still lost in my own thoughts when out of the blue, I heard a knock on the door. It
As the day drifted by, I couldn't bring myself to tidy up my things, if there were any to tidy at all because I had done nothing or gone through any files since morning. I found myself sinking into the back seat, my head gently leaning back, eyes shut tight. My mind was in turmoil, thoughts swirling endlessly around about the looming announcement. Honestly, I am contemplating on what to do, does he have to publicize it? What does he intend to do with this? But he signed a damn contract!! Signing, I took a deep breath, realizing the so-called monster had been next to me this whole time as the driver drove us to who knows where. Just looking at him, eyes closed, head leaned back, he appears so calm and innocent. It's hard to believe how dangerous he is. I feel the urge to strangle him, but as I gaze at his tempting red lips, I hesitate. Memories started flowing in as I continued staring at those lips, if not that he was a demon…… a dangerous alien that day, I could have so much enjoy
My head was buzzing as I took in the sight of Mason standing in front of me. His shoulders were hunched, his hands crammed in his pants pocket. His hair looked crazy like he hadn't been taking care of it for a long time. It reminded me of how I always comb and style it whenever we go out. As the memories rushed back, I instantly shut my eyes, fighting back the feelings. When I reopened my eyes, they slowly trailed speechlessly down his neat clothes—a pair of blue jeans and a plain white shirt with a canvas. He looks absolutely amazing, just like always. I was still in shock, and I went completely slack, causing my phone to clatter to the floor. "Miss..." the boutique owner suddenly muttered, though she was kind enough to catch the phone before it hit the ground."Here, your phone… Miss," the woman muttered, looking confused. Reaching my trembling hands forward, I quickly snatched it before turning back and rushing back to the dressing room. “Ash……” I heard my name followed by manl