Chapter 18.Lucas’ room was a sight to behold. The spacious room was adorned with the finest of furniture and luxurious fixtures. The walls were painted in a warm shade of cream, which added to the feeling of grandeur in the room. The wooden floorboards were polished to a gleaming shine and covered with a plush rug that ran the length of the room.The centerpiece of the room was a massive four-poster bed with soft, fluffy pillows and a matching duvet. The bedding was a soft shade of beige and contrasted beautifully with the deep blue accent pillows. The room was lit by a combination of natural light from the large windows that overlooked the city and the soft glow of strategically placed lamps.Lucas' closet was a room within itself. It was filled with designer clothes, neatly arranged on hangers and shelves. The section for suits and formal wear was particularly impressive. They were arranged according to color and style, and every piece looked to be of the finest quality. The shoes
Emily strutted into Lucas's office,She had put on her signature bright red lipstick and her hair was styled to perfection. As soon as Lucas saw her, he knew what she wanted, but he was not in the mood for her games."Hello, Lucas," she purred, leaning over his desk and giving him a sultry smile.Lucas barely looked up from his work. "What do you want, Emily?" he asked, his tone curt."I was hoping we could celebrate the end of the day," she said, sauntering towards him.But as Emily leaned in to kiss him, Lucas pulled away. "Not tonight, Emily. I have a lot of work to do."Emily's expression turned from seductive to angry in an instant. "What's wrong with you, Lucas? You used to be all over me. Now you act like I'm nothing."Lucas sighed heavily. "Emily, I'm just not in the mood tonight. Can we please talk about this another time?""No, we can't!" Emily raised her voice, frustration evident in her voice. "You've been avoiding me for weeks. What's going on?"Lucas leaned back in his ch
Andrianne lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, her thoughts consumed by the events of the past few days. The revelation that her own father was responsible for her mother's death had left her feeling lost and betrayed. But even more than that, she felt like a pawn in his game, a tool to be used for his own selfish purposes.As she thought about her future, she knew that she couldn't continue to stay married to Lucas. Their marriage had been arranged by her father, and while Lucas had been kind to her, she couldn't keep up the pretense any longer. She knew that she had to file for divorce.Later that evening, Andrianne walked up to her father's house feeling anxious and conflicted. She had made up her mind to leave Lucas, but the thought of facing her father with this decision made her nervous. She knocked on the door and waited as one of the servants opened it."Good evening, miss Andrianne," the servant greeted her with a smile."Good evening, Maria. Is my father around?""He's in
Chapter 21.Andrianne's phone rang just as she pulled into the driveway of her new apartment. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was her father calling. She hesitated for a moment before answering, her heart racing in her chest."Hello?" she said, her voice shaky."Hello, Andrianne," her father's voice came through the phone, cold and unfeeling."Dad," Andrianne said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What do you want?""I want to talk to you," her father said. "About your marriage."Andrianne's heart sank. She had been dreading this conversation ever since she had decided to file for divorce. "What about it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper."I understand that you're having some doubts," her father said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But you need to understand that this marriage is important for our family. It's important for our business."Andrianne's jaw tightened. She had always known that her father had only arranged the marriage to further his own inte
The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the city, as Andrianne drove through the winding roads towards the cemetery where her mother was buried. The wind was not too heavy, but it was enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and make the car shake a little. As she drove, she could see the tall buildings of the city in the distance, their windows reflecting the beautiful sunset.The air was cool and crisp, and Andrianne couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over her as she thought about her mother. She could remember her mother's smile and the way she used to laugh, and it made her heart ache to know that she was gone.The road to the cemetery was quiet, with only a few cars passing by. Andrianne could hear the sound of the wind as it whipped through the trees and the leaves rustling underfoot. As she pulled into the cemetery, she could see the rows of graves and headstones stretching out before her, a silent testament to the passage of time.The sky was now pa
Steve was a tall and well-built man, standing at about 6'2" with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had short, dark hair that was styled neatly, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the distance. He was dressed in all black, with a fitted leather jacket and jeans that hugged his strong thighs. His boots were polished to a high shine, and he wore a silver chain around his neck that glinted in the dim light of the bar. Despite his imposing presence, there was a sense of calm about him, and his expression was unreadable. He seemed lost in thought, his attention drawn to the stage where Andrianne was dancing.A random guest at the bar walked up to Andrianne, he was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that were too tight for him. He had a beer belly and was slurring his words as he tried to talk to Andrianne. He was leering at her in a way that made her uncomfortable, and his breath reeked of alcohol. Andrianne had a feeling that he had been drinking for a while,
The night had draped itself over the world, the darkness engulfing everything in its path. The moon, a faint crescent, hung low in the sky, its soft glow casting eerie shadows across the ground. The stars sparkled above, like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, while the distant city lights twinkled in the distance like a reflection of the stars below.The air was crisp and cool, with a slight chill that sent shivers down one's spine. The wind was a soft whisper, barely audible but strong enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and send them dancing along the ground. The streets were empty, deserted by the day's hustle and bustle, replaced by a calm and quiet ambiance that was both comforting and unnerving. The occasional car drove by, its headlights casting long shadows that danced along the walls, while the distant sounds of sirens and honking horns echoed in the night.As the night wore on, the darkness grew deeper, the shadows longer, and the silence more profound. It was
Chapter 25. The morning arrived with the soft light of dawn creeping through the windows, painting the room with a gentle glow. The bedroom was quiet and serene, with only the sound of the gentle breathing of Andrianne as she slept, still wrapped up in the cozy duvet. Steve had been up for a while, sitting in the corner of the room, watching over her and admiring her beauty. He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as he gazed upon her. As the morning light continued to grow, Steve rose from his seat and walked over to the bed. He gazed down at Andrianne with an expression of tenderness, love and sadness all mixed together. He couldn't believe that they had been apart for so long, and he wondered what would happen next. He reached out and gently brushed the hair from her face, revealing her peaceful expression as she slept. Steve sat back down in the corner of the room and watched as the morning light grew brighter. He wanted to hold Andrianne, but he was afraid that he might