After an extended silence, she gathered the courage to speak. “Mum, what do you mean? I have my life in Paris.” she implored, clutching her mother’s hand. Lois diverted her gaze, the moment slipping away. “Refusing my offer means also returning all the assistance I provided when your business was in trouble,” she said, rising to leave. “You have just 48 hours to agree to my terms, and remember, I dislike waiting.” Dianna has always been in love with Clinton Blackwood before he married her twin sister and since then she has despised him. She maintained her distance from her twin sister, Daphne, and her husband enjoying her peaceful and lonely life. Her life took a turn when her sister died. Dianna's mum, Lois Aaron, proposed a new business contract for the Greenwoods, leaving them in a tight corner. She was made to get married to her sister's husband a year after her sister's dismay.
View MoreDianna stirred awake, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath her. She slowly sat up, blinking as she took in her surroundings. Her dress from last night was still on her, slightly wrinkled.How did she end up here? The thought crossed her mind as she placed her feet on the floor. But the moment she tried to stand, a sharp headache struck, forcing her back onto the bed.“Ouch,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her temple.Fragments of last night’s events flashed through her mind. "I don't have a home. The house is too cold for me. It is not my home." The memory of her own words made her head throb even more.How much had she said? Had she embarrassed herself in front of Clinton?Shaking off the thoughts, she slowly made her way to the bathroom, letting the cool water wash away the remnants of the night before. Feeling somewhat refreshed, she changed into a simple white top and blue shorts before heading toward the living room.The smell of food drifted from the kitchen, making her
Clinton watched as Dianna stood still, refusing to move. Her whiny voice filled the near-empty restaurant. Collins had already struggled to get Loveth home, and now, Dianna was making things just as difficult.“Dianna, we have to go home,” Clinton reasoned, trying to keep his patience.“I don’t have a home,” she mumbled, sinking back into her seat. “That house is too cold. It’s not my home.”“But Phillip is there,” he reminded her, and immediately, her face brightened.“I miss him so much—my little baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.Then, out of nowhere, she burst into laughter. With the restaurant now empty, Clinton was at least grateful that there wouldn’t be a scandal in the news the next morning.“Are we really going on a honeymoon?” she asked suddenly, her brown eyes fixed on him.He nodded, but her expression shifted into a frown. “Nothing’s going to happen there, right? You don’t want me... I disgust you.”“Dianna, stop this and let’s go,” Clinton urged, but she
Clinton slammed his fist on the desk, running a frustrated hand through his hair.This feeling was foreign to him. He had never experienced anything like this before—jealousy, possessiveness. The very thought of that man being close to Dianna was enough to drive him insane.Every time he saw Collins near her, touching her, making her smile, it sent rage coursing through him. He despised the way Collins looked at her, the way he spoke to her, and most of all, how he managed to make her laugh so effortlessly."Arghhh," he growled, hitting the desk again. She was supposed to smile for him, not Collins. Why didn't she ever look at him that way? Why didn't she smile when he spoke?‘Because you never smile at her,’ a voice in his head taunted.‘I do,’ he argued back.‘Oh, you mean that arrogant smirk you always throw at her?’Clinton rolled his eyes in annoyance.‘And now you're even rolling your eyes like her. You're completely lovesick.’That was enough.“Shut up,” he muttered, forcing th
The moment Loveth glanced at the ring on her finger, admiration filled her eyes. “I love my ring so much. It’s beautiful,” she murmured, tilting her hand under the light.Dianna smiled at her friend’s excitement. “It really is. Collins was worried you might not like it.”Loveth scoffed playfully, settling onto the bed and facing her. “I would’ve loved anything he picked for me.”“I know you would,” Dianna teased, giving her a knowing look. “You’re head over heels for him, after all.”Loveth’s expression shifted as she studied Dianna’s face. “Are you okay?” Her tone turned serious.Dianna frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”“You look... different,” Loveth said, tilting her head. “I don’t know. You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.”“I’m fine,” Dianna assured her, brushing off the concern. “Just trying to adjust to everything.”Loveth didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she suddenly brightened. “Let’s go on a double date!” she suggested excitedly. “I haven’
The next morning, the house buzzed with activity. Collins was brimming with energy, moving from one task to another to ensure everything was perfect. Fresh flowers arrived, the guest room was tidied, and the cook prepared a special meal. With the nanny taking care of Phillip, Dianna found time to assist Collins.“Dianna, do you think this looks good?” he asked, holding up a vase filled with white lilies.“They’re beautiful,” she assured him, amused by how nervous he was.“Not as beautiful as her,” he murmured with a dreamy look, making Dianna laugh.“You’re completely hopeless,” she teased.“Hopelessly in love,” he shot back with a grin that was impossible to resist.She wanted to tease him further, but an ache stirred inside her. Pushing it aside, she focused on helping him instead.Dianna had asked Clinton if she could use the house to welcome her friend, Loveth, and he had given a stiff reply, merely stating that she should not disturb him.Well, that was exactly what she planned t
Dianna gripped the dishcloth tightly, trying to steady her trembling hands. "You need to stop this," she said, pushing past Clinton to put some distance between them."Stop what?" he asked, his voice calm and measured, almost as if he had planned his response."This," she gestured between them, frustration leaking into her tone. "Whatever game you're playing. One moment, you're cold and distant, and the next, you're doing this."Clinton didn’t move, but his sharp gaze locked onto her, making her feel trapped. "Maybe I’m not the only one playing games, Dianna."Her grip on the dishcloth tightened. "What is that supposed to mean?""I’m not the one who invited another man into the house without asking," he stated, his voice edged with irritation. "He's always around you, so tell me, what game are you playing?"Dianna let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "He's my friend. Just a friend," she emphasized. "You know what? Think whatever you want."Turning back to the sink, she tried to focus
Dianna couldn't sleep the entire night. The memory of Clinton's lips on hers and the way his hands had felt against her skin lingered, refusing to fade. What unsettled her the most was her own reaction—she had responded to him, and that realization shook her to the core.She shouldn't have let him see how much he affected her. Every time she had opened herself up to him, she had only ended up hurt in the end.With sleep eluding her, she got up early to prepare breakfast. She had already told the nanny and the cook not to come until later that morning.As she was finishing up, Clinton entered the kitchen. She caught his presence from the corner of her eye."Good morning," he greeted, heading straight for the refrigerator."Good morning," she replied, trying to push aside the thoughts of the previous night.She avoided looking at him, though his presence was all she could think about. Once he had grabbed whatever he needed, he left the kitchen, and she let out a breath of relief. She wa
Clinton’s gaze remained fixed on Dianna as he processed her words.“I tried calling you yesterday, but I couldn't get through,” she said, her tone steady. “I hope you don’t have a problem with Collins staying here.”“You should have informed me before letting a stranger into the house,” he replied, his voice firm.Her brows furrowed at his response. “Collins isn’t a stranger, Clinton. And this house belongs to both of us. I have every right to invite whoever I want,” she said in one breath, her voice carrying an edge.He raised an eyebrow, studying her. She lowered her gaze. “I need to finish up in the kitchen,” she muttered, effectively dismissing him before he could respond.Something about her demeanor felt off—tense, distant. She wasn’t meeting his eyes or trying to initiate a conversation like she usually did.At least she was keeping her distance. He should have felt relieved, but instead, there was an odd sensation gnawing at him. Shaking off the thought, he headed to his room
The boardroom was filled with murmurs, the sound of papers shuffling, and the occasional clink of pens against the table, but Clinton's mind was elsewhere.Seated at the head of the long conference table, he stared at the presentation on his laptop screen. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus, all he could see was Dianna’s tear-streaked face.Her words echoed in his mind, and no matter how much he tried to push them aside, they lingered.She had always been composed, never raising her voice. But today, she had revealed a different side of herself—one that had stirred something deep within him.Damn it.His grip tightened on the edge of the table, knuckles turning white. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything."Mr. Blackwood," a voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present.His gaze lifted sharply. "Yes?" His tone was curt, and he didn’t miss the slight flinch from the junior associate addressing him."We're waiting for your input o
Dianna found herself in her cramped kitchen, gazing at the device in her hand. She had just uncovered twenty eight missed calls from her sister, Dianna. Instead of calling her back, she moved to the fridge and retrieved the leftover boiled rice she had prepared that morning. She must have silenced her phone during work; the day had been a whirlwind of dashing out the door, getting caught in the downpour, and accepting a ride from a coworker. Now, back in her apartment, the missed calls loomed heavily in her thoughts.After taking a deep breath, Dianna finally decided to return her sister’s call. The phone connected, and Clinton's voice greeted her immediately.“Daphne, you've called me twenty eight times?” Dianna grabbed a fork, her fingers trembling slightly. “Daphne, I told you I'm not coming home for the get-together party.”“Dianna, it’s Clinton.” The fork halted mid-air as Dianna felt her stomach plummet.Clinton was the last person she wanted to speak with. “Why are you using Da...
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