~ANASTASIA~
Yes, I expected to meet William here; I knew he would compete for this contract just to get to me, but I didn't expect him to be here already, let alone in Mr. Grant's home.“Come on, let me introduce you two.” Mrs. Grant said, I don't know if she was pretending, but she might have heard about the divorce; it was trending. She must know William and I knew each other already. I mean, yes, she was old, but I knew she was educated, so she might have come across it on the internet.William placed his glass down and then stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, and he surprised me as he held out his hand for me.“William Rogers,” he said, and I don't know what trick he was playing as I chuckled in disbelief.“Is there a problem, Ana dear?” Mrs. Grant asked, and I quickly cleared my voice before telling her there was the problem; then, faking a smile, I turned to William and took his hand.“Anastasia.” I knew what he wasI was already finding it to hide the bump as it was beginning to show, so staying with him would expose me, but I didn't want to make a scene. I was here to win his trust, here to show him I could handle my emotions, so clearing my throat, I showed him my wedding ring.“My husband will not be okay with it.” I smiled, and Mr. Grant, without showing emotions, looked at his wife, “I mean…” I looked at William and then said, “Mr. Rogers is married too. I'm sure his wife will have a problem with it.” I said, and I could have sworn I saw William roll his eyes, but again I might have imagined it; I wasn't really well right now; I was nervous.“Ms. Anastasia—”“Frost,” I cut Mrs. Grant off, “I'm married, please address me by my husband's last name, Mrs. Frost.” I politely said, and she smiled.“Of course, well, what my husband is trying to say is this arrangement is part of the competition. I know you did your research about The Grant before coming here, so you know my husband is involved in
Well, as far as I was concerned, I had nothing to say to William; I had no business with him, so ignoring his knocking, I walked straight to the wall, and resting my head on the wall, I took in deep breaths to calm myself down.I remained there for a moment before I stood straight, and then, making sure I was calm, I walked to the bed, sat down, and, after clearing my throat, I dialed Ivy's contact.“Mommy, are you in your room now? I've been waiting for your call.” She sounded curious.“Yes, honey, but I'm a little tired. I need to take a shower and rest. Can we talk tomorrow?”“I understand, but I just want to see your bed.”“I promise first thing in the morning, okay?”“Okay, Mommy, good night.”“Sweet dreams, baby.” After wishing her well, I ended the call, and before taking a deep breath and wanting to distract myself, I headed straight to the bathroom stripped naked, and then went under the shower.I turned on the tap but didn't start washing my body immediately; I let the water
I was standing, shaking my head, and watching as William crossed his legs, looking relaxed.“You can't possibly be serious; we talked about this.”“I know, but you used that bastard husband of yours to blackmail me.”“It's not my fault you chose your company over your daughter, William!”“I didn't.”“Oh, you did.”“I didn't want to go to war with you. We have a daughter; sure, the marriage is over, but we have to make it work for Ivy, don't you think?” He stood up, and I now carefully watched his every move. I could read William, his emotions, and his thoughts, so I wanted to see if he was being sincere even when I doubted that.“We can come up with an arrangement; I also want to live with my daughter.”“Why are we talking about Ivy now? We still have a month.”“Because I want to know where I stand in my daughter's life.”“Really? Is that the reason you've been ignoring her calls? Because you want to know where you stand?” I asked and watched as he guiltily ran his hands in his hair.
Okay, having dealt with Jimena for years, I knew better than to repeat the same mistakes, and besides, Hudson never told me she was a girlfriend. Even if she was sleeping with him, as long as he didn't address her as someone special, she had no right.“Are you there?”“What do you want, Maddison? Why are you calling me?” I sounded uninterested.“Hudson doesn't know I took your number; he's asleep, we—”“You didn't call me to tell me you're sleeping with my husband, did you?”“Are you not upset? I mean, don't you see he's playing you?” She sounded shocked.“He's not playing me, Maddison; if anyone is being played, then it's you. I'm his wife; you're just a girlfriend. That's what you even called yourself, so you're just like a mistress, you have no right to be calling me at this time.”“I'm calling because I need to speak to you.”“You've really got no shame, spend any little time you have with my husband instead of wasting it on me, that's what mistresses do. Do you even realize that
There was a baby involved, innocent blood, and I knew how crazy a woman can get when they're in love. I mean, I had my share in that craziness, so I knew, but I also knew no genuine mother would ever threaten to end their child's life; that's just ridiculous, and I was not going to be manipulated again, so clearing my throat, I told her to do whatever she thought was right for her baby.“And as for the suicide, I'm a Lancaster. I have the money, and you and I know that you can do anything with money. I can manipulate the law; politicians even use money to win an election, so a simple crime—you do know that your little story can go in the mud right before it even comes out.”“It’s your name—”“My name won't be there. Good night, Maddison, and don't ever call me.” With that, I ended the call and threw the phone on the bed.I ran my hand through my hair, not sure if what I did was right. What if she really does it? I mean, it's not my name I was worried about, but the baby. What if she e
He had now placed the apple back in the fruit bowl—half eaten, which was already making the kitchen look messy. I was going to argue, but I stopped myself, as that was another issue I had to solve; this one first.“You know if you were Jimena, I would ask how much, but you are Anastasia; money never bought you, so how many nights?” He sounded so disgusting; how could he think I would ever let him touch me again? “I'm all you ever wanted, but you must know I'm married now, so it can—”“You disgust me.”“Mhm, stop acting. It's just the two of us. I—”“Don't you dare come close to me!” I raised my voice, still sounding confident, “Listen to me, William…” I cleared my throat, ignoring his shocked expression. “I might not have gone to college, but I sure know more about the competition than you do.”“Is this a joke?” he laughed, “I'm William, you know—”“I did every work that makes you William.”“What?”“Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying. Mr. Grant only complimented you because
WASHINGTON, SEATTLE 2022~HUDSON~I was humming to the lyrics, drying my hair with the towel as I had just come out of the shower when my eyes landed on the lipstick that was on the dresser. Looking at it reminded me of her; I haven't heard from her in hours, and I don't want to lie. I missed her. I missed her presence. It's crazy because she doesn't feel the same, but I trusted time; just like Vivi always says, love takes time.I couldn't wait any longer, so I walked to the dresser and threw the towel on the bed. I picked up the lipstick before I got my phone; now I had an excuse to call her.I don't know why, for some reason, I was nervous. Sure, I was a man; I could handle rejection, but that constant feeling of being rejected weighed me down, the feeling of forcing someone to love you, even just a little.She asked me not to call her, as she said she was busy. I waited for her to at least text me, at least to tell me she had landed, but she didn't, I respected that she was settlin
Juliette knew about Maddison; she knew, and now is not the right time to tell you how she knew.I watched as Julliette closed the door. “I can ask her to leave; I can get security to throw her out.”“No, that will be… That will be rude; just… send her in.” I said, and she looked at me with a brow up, “I'm sure,” I said, as that's what that brow meant.“Alright, I will have Ms. Maddison join you shortly,” she said, and I nodded before I turned to the window and looked out, my finger trailing on my chin.I didn't get a chance to think of anything as I felt someone wrap their hands around my body, hugging me from behind. I quickly turned, removing them from my body.“Have a seat.”“I missed you.”“You know this is inappropriate, right?”“I apologize for that.”“I only have ten minutes,” I said, looking at my wristwatch.“Really, ten minutes for a woman who's carrying your child?” She questioned in a playful tone, which made me clear my throat.I watched as she took a seat across from me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here in silence, but it must be a few hours. I still couldn't believe my mom said all those words to me. That she stole from me, let alone blew my cover; what if Carol was listening? What if William could walk in and maybe catch on to our conversation? My life could be over by now, all because of my mom.I don’t know when she left the room, but I remember her asking me to prepare myself to make the video, or she would tell William the truth.This was a big lie; it could not only end my marriage but my career too.I was just shocked that she was the one who convinced me to keep pretending I was still pregnant even after losing the pregnancy; she’s the one who arranged everything with the doctor, but now if it were to come out, I would be the only one in trouble.I was feeling more like myself. I got up from the bed and walked to the mirror. I had tears, and my eyes seemed a bit swollen, I guess from the crying.I quickly wiped my tears before I s
I was now pacing around, still in a towel, as I thought of what to do with Anastasia when someone suddenly knocked, and without waiting for my permission, they let themselves in.It was just who I was looking for.“Mom, you won't believe what just happened,” I said as she placed the bottle of champagne on the table. “William is now picking her side.”“Whose side?” She didn't really sound interested. I mean, her life depended on my marriage with William, so it should worry her.“Who else if not Anastasia, that bitch!” Her name now naturally irritated me, as if separating us was not enough; now she had the nerve to still be in his life even when he was married to me. I am sure she influenced Mr. Grant into putting them in one apartment, and if not that, what I had to take care of here in Seattle was serious; I would have stayed there and made her experience hell there in LA.“You need to calm down; that's not how a woman talks about another woman.” That was Mom's r
~JIMENA~After the failed show, I took the first flight here, taking Mons' advice; she said it would be best if I was with him when he found out so I could know how serious the situation was.I mean, I only wanted to attract more clients; I had the best, so everyone in Seattle should buy from me. Why did Anastasia even sell jewelry when she had such a bad taste?Well, it failed. I don't know how, but somehow the jewelry turned out fake, and trust me, I checked before the show, so whoever did it was inside the room with me.After Mom pulled a show for Carol, she told us where her son was living, and if there was a state I knew well, it was LA, especially the wealthy people's homes, so when she said the Grant home, I told her to say no more. As landing in LA, I ordered a cab, which took me to them.Now since I was good at the manipulation game, I got a key to the apartment, and unfortunately, things didn't go as I planned because William was horny for his ex-wife. Well, I didn't really
~ANASTASIA~I won't say I was surprised; I expected that from Jimena, to cause a scene, but I didn't think she would go so far as to try to stain Williams' name, not that he didn't deserve it, but the way she made him look, I'm sure everyone in this room would start giving him the side eye.I was by my desk, thankfully by myself, as William went out with Jimena. I prayed he wouldn't come back, as I couldn't deal with them today.The rest of the team was already discussing things with their partners—well, decent partners, because William, god, he was just a headache. I keep wondering how things were just working in his favor, first the apartment and now this. It's like it was all planned; maybe we were shooting a movie or something because there's no way things just turned out like this.With that, I looked around, not that I was sure there were cameras, but lost in thoughts.It was beginning to feel boring, so I stood up, and seeing that no one was concentrating on me, I walked out. I
~WILLIAM~When James told me Jimena had left the house, I knew she had come here; I just didn't get how she found my address, but knowing her well, I knew it was possible—she knew LA well—she often came here for work.I quickly rushed to the apartment, and as expected, she was there, dressed provocatively. Well, seeing her even half naked didn't turn me on, so I asked her to cover up, and seeing she failed whatever she had planned, we ended up arguing.She talked of how this was my plan; yes, I once mentioned that it would be good if she got pregnant, but I didn't mean it. I only wanted to go raw because she always asked me to wear a condom, and you know how irritating that is; sometimes I feel nothing in a condom.After the argument, Jimena left—slamming the door hard, and I didn't follow her as I needed a moment; I was worried that Ana heard part of the conversation; so I knew if she heard then my plan to win her wouldn't work.I walked to my room and paced waiting for Jimena, as I
Mrs. Grant turned to me with an expression that clearly said she was sorry, which confused me, as whoever she invited to her table was not my concern.“Thank you. Please, do you have champagne? Marriage can be stressful sometimes.” She asked as she sat down and picked up a glass of water.“How far along are you?” Mrs. Grant asked her, and she, for a moment, looked confused; it’s like she forgot that she was pregnant, and then, as if the words just clicked, she laughed, Mrs. Grant being polite as always, tried to laugh with her, and realizing she answered:“It was a joke; you should have seen your faces.” She said, which made Mrs. Grant nod.“Yes, Jimena can be so funny sometimes; I even wonder why she didn’t register to be a clown instead of a modeler,” I commented.“Yes, she is.” Mrs. Grant agreed before she picked up her glass of juice and sipped on it.“Yeah right, I'm so talented.” Jimena sarcastically said she was giving me those eyes that she always gave me. “Mrs. Grant, did you
I didn't care that William never loved me, but wanting to hurt me so much somehow weighed me down, I knew standing here and crying about it wouldn't change a thing, so taking a deep breath, I put myself together before I used my fingers and touched the skin below my eyes just to make sure I had no tears, even though I didn't feel any. I just couldn't afford to allow William or Jimena to see tears on my face again.After calming down and being sure I had no tears, I made my way toward the door. I didn't care that I would distract them; I just wanted to leave there.When I reached the door, I turned to them and they were silent for a second. It wasn't surprising that they were both looking at me; well, I didn't need to explain myself to them, but I still did.“I’m going to have dinner with Mrs. Grant.”“We don't—”“You should too; arguing causes wrinkles,” I spoke over Jimena as she tried to act smart, and with that, I left, closing the door behind me.Jimena always wanted me to be that
Okay, I didn't understand what Jimena was doing here, and sure, it caught me by surprise, but I knew Jimena well; I couldn't let her intimidate me, so after hanging my coat, I walked to where she was.“What do you think?” She asked, showing me her toenails, which she was painting red, “William is obsessed with red; I thought to spice it up by adding these stones.” She said, sounding like we were friends, I mean, the man she was trying to impress was my ex-husband, the man she stole from me, so what made her think I would be here giving her tips on what would work? “Come on, don't tell me you're still not over him. Like, how does that even make sense? He never loved you.” She made a pitiful face before blowing on her nails, I guess to dry the polish.I didn't have her time anymore, so I told her they looked really beautiful: “Match them with red lingerie; I'm sure William will like that.” I added walking to the kitchen as I got a bottle of water.“Really?” I heard her voi
William seemed shocked; it's like he didn't expect me to agree—maybe he wanted me to refuse and look bad in front of Sebastian; I mean, that's what he always did, so it was no surprise. “Come on, Mr. Rogers, I'm sure you can contribute to the conversation,” I said, a smile on my lips, he hesitated, and I can almost guess he almost changed his mind, but knowing him, he cleared his throat and sat.“Of course I can; what are we talking about?” he said in a challenging tone.“Well, this is Sebastian, Mr. Grant’s personal—”“We have met.” Sebastian cut me off, “Mr. Williams, one of the most successful businessmen in Seattle.” Sebastian, adjusting his glasses, said, God, I didn't realize Sebastian admired William. I mean, everyone else did; I just didn't think Sebastian was one of them—William is one of those men everyone admired; men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. Well, little did they know that the William they knew was very different from the William I knew.William se