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 Blackwood's, 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 was behind the wheel, speaking into her phone as she drove. “I will be there before nightfall,” she said calmly. She had come back for Daphne. Leaving Paris hadn't been easy, but she knew Daphne needed her now more than ever. Daphne had just given birth to Phillip—a sweet little boy. “The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow, Ophelia, make sure you are here before then,” the voice on the other end reminded her. “Yes sir, I will,” she replied before the call ended. She glanced away from the road for just a moment to call her mum. But when she looked up, a car was speeding toward her. She slammed the brakes hard, and her car skidded to a stop. Her hands trembled as she sat frozen, staring at the wrecked car ahead. Her phone slipped from her hand as she jumped out of the car, rushing to check on the person inside the other vehicle. Peering through the window, her face drained of colour. She stood frozen, unable to move. What had she done? Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stoo
Clinton stepped out of the bathroom and glanced at Dianna. “Dress up, we are going out,” he told her.She looked at him, curious. “To where?”“You’ll know soon, babe,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before walking out with his phone in hand.The word babe echoed in Dianna’s head. She stood still for a moment, trying to process it. He had called her babe. Her heart swelled with happiness. Everything she had wished for seemed to be falling into place, and she couldn’t feel more content.If she had known things would turn out this way just by coming here with Clinton, she would’ve insisted they travel together right after their wedding.She picked out a printed sundress and added a hat to complete the look. After checking herself in the mirror and deciding she looked fine, she left the room to find Clinton.He was already dressed in casual clothes, a phone held to his ear. The white t-shirt he wore fit snugly, showing off his toned build. The black shorts gave him an edgy
As Dianna stirred from her dreams, she shifted slightly, feeling a firm, warm body beneath her. The sensation made her pause, and when she finally opened her eyes, she found Clinton sleeping soundly beside her. Relief flooded her—she had feared he might leave after everything that had happened between them. But seeing him still there, holding her close, filled her heart with quiet happiness.Her gaze roamed over his features, her fingers tracing the shape of his eyebrows down to his lips. He was breathtakingly handsome. And after last night, she felt herself falling for him even harder than before.No more ‘buts,’ Dianna. You’ve spent your whole life second-guessing. It’s time to live in the moment, Loveth’s words echoed in her mind.She was done living in her sister’s shadow. She was Clinton’s wife now—his in every sense of the word. And he was hers.A deep, husky voice vibrated against her fingers. “If you keep that up, you’ll wake up my little friend.”Startled, Dianna quickly pull
Immediately after the words left Dianna’s mouth, she knew she meant them. She wanted him, every piece of him. She had only been teasing him, but the look of longing on his face sparked her own desire.It took Clinton no time at all to pull Dianna from her seat and press his lips against hers.He didn’t wait for her to react before he began kissing her with a passion and warmth she never knew existed. His mouth carried the taste of the sweet wine they’d just shared, and he drew her closer to him.“You make me wild,” Clinton said, his voice rough with yearning and need. He placed a slow kiss where her neck met her shoulder, and Dianna tilted her head to give him more room. He trailed wet kisses up to her ear.“Do I really?” Dianna whispered, her breath shaky.“Yes, you do,” he replied. His fingers brushed along her bare arm while his lips teased the spot behind her ear, stirring a growing heat in her stomach.“Oh…” Dianna breathed out softly, caught off guard by the wave of pleasure.Cl
The sheer excitement radiating from Dianna, paired with the bright smile on her face, reassured Clinton that bringing her here had been the right choice.She sprang up from her seat, eager to step outside the plane. Clinton followed closely, watching as she greeted the pilot and flight attendants, who were already waiting beside the aircraft. He acknowledged them with a brief nod before turning his attention back to her.“Do you like it?” he asked.Her eyes sparkled as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a sudden hug. “Thank you. I love it so much!”Just then, a sleek car pulled up in front of them, and Dianna pulled away, her brows furrowing in confusion. The driver stepped out, standing respectfully before them with a slight bow."Mr. Smith, welcome," the man greeted before shifting his gaze to Dianna, offering a polite smile. She returned it, though the confusion still lingered in her expression.“Thanks, George,” Clinton acknowledged before stepping forward."This w
Dianna had been avoiding Clinton ever since that night at the restaurant, hesitant to face him. But she knew she couldn't keep running, especially when he was making every effort to talk to her.Now, they were on a plane heading to their honeymoon, yet Clinton still hadn’t revealed their destination. She wanted to ask but didn’t know how.He sat a short distance away, focused on his laptop, while she pretended to read a novel. Their eyes met briefly before she quickly shifted her gaze back to the book, though nothing she read seemed to sink in.“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” His voice broke through her thoughts.Looking up, she saw that he had closed his laptop and was now standing beside her. Before she could answer, her stomach let out a loud rumble. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“I think I’m hungry,” she admitted.Clinton smiled, settled into the seat next to her, and pressed a button. "I need a flight attendant here now," he instructed.Within moments, a flight
Dianna 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
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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