Shay's POVMy hands continues to tremble by my side as I got out of the cab and made my way inside the house. I quickly wiped away the lone tear that rolled down my cheek and tried to stay calm by doing small breathing exercises. The minute I walked in, the atmosphere suddenly changes. There was a heavy bad tension in the room and the sound of glass shattering on the floor made me jump in surprise. I slowly walked towards the foyer and finally saw my mother standing in front of our butler screaming orders at him. Her appearance was a mess and just by seeing her reaction, I knew straight away that the situation was really bad than I had thought.She swiftly turned around and saw me and her eyes narrowed into slits. I braced myself as she started to walk towards me, and clenched my fists tightly by my side.
Shay's POVDays turned to weeks, and weeks slowly turned to months. No news or update from the people investigating Shawn's case that now, everyone that I know are almost sure that he's really dead. For the past two months, I stopped going to work and just remained in my big empty room and only coming out when it's time to eat or going outside for some fresh air. Dad kept himself busy at work every day trying to run the business on his own now that Shawn is not here anymore. He's also been contacting the detective leading Shawn's missing case and providing all the help that he can just to assist them with anything.Honestly, I think the only reason why he wants them to find Shawn alive so he can return home and handle the mess and chaos he had created ever since the news about him being missing was released o
Shay's POVAround noon, I was informed by one of the maids to meet my father in his study. My father and I have not really had a proper conversation before, so this was the first. I was a bit confused and tried to come up with a few reasons why he suddenly wanted to talk to me today, but most importantly, what does he want to discuss?I walked down the dim lit hallway towards his study and I stopped outside before gently knocking on the door. He called out for me to enter and I opened the door and walked in and saw him sitting in his big leather armchair with a drink in his hand. I sat down on the chair in front of his desk and stared at my entwined hands below me instead of looking at him. The look he always has on his face, intimidates me sometimes."Y
Shay's POVThe next Monday, I finally had the energy to go to work. I woke up early when my alarm started ringing around five thirty and then got ready. Ever since the day that dad and I had talked, I've been busy during the weekend figuring out what to do. If I keep ignoring what dad wanted me to do, then sooner or later he'll find out about my work at Cartwright & Evans and I can't risk that, which is why I have decided to go to work today and resign from there before it gets too complicated. Then, next I'll start packing my stuff in secret and go apartment hunting on Wednesday to get my own place ready when I move out of here.The plan is all set and I'm ready to get started but the only thing that's holding me back, is the thought of Jason. A part of me wants to still go out with him and maybe after I
Shay's POVIt's funny how situations can quickly change in a quick span of time and expect things to happen in a particular way, but then it didn't turn out the way you thought it would be. Your mind could be telling you to stop but your heart is telling you to go on. I guess the reason why I had let that happened this morning was maybe because I had listened to my heart, because today before I even left the house I've been rehearsing everything to say to Jason in my mind. It's weird how a single moment can easily change everything so fast that I went from crying and spilling the truth (Wasn't planning to though) to kissing him and now sitting in his car completely enveloped in silence leaving me sorting out my thoughts alone.I didn't get to resign from work today because the minute we left the rooftop, we t
Jason's POVThere weren't many people inside the café, considering that it was still early in the morning so there weren't many people around and I was glad because of that. I easily spotted him sitting in a far corner alone with his coffee so I made my way towards him. He immediately saw me and was about to stand up to greet me with a handshake but I quickly sat down on the vacant seat in front of him before he had the chance. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and then sat down while facing me with a smile on his face."I'm surprised you wanted to meet this early, Mr. Cartwright. So, what can I help you with?"He took a quick sip of his coffee and it totally gives away how unsettled and nervous he was. I sighed before reaching into my pocket and sli
Shay's POV"You're resigning?" My manager exclaimed in shock.I slowly nod my head and he reluctantly takes my resignation letter from my hand while letting out a heavy sigh."I didn't know you would want to resign this soon. You're my best secretary, Kellen."I nervously chuckled and gave him a broad smile."I'm really sorry for the short notice." He waved me off and then nods his head at me."Its fine, I understand. I do wish you all the best in the future. It was great working with you Shay.""You too, sir."
Shay's POVOh boy.Running into Jason's mom was so unexpected for me that my heart even jumped in surprise when she suddenly walks in. My body was frozen in shock and the words were unable to form in my mouth as we stood staring each other with confusion. She stood in front of me and squint her eyes while assessing me from head to toe."You look vaguely familiar. We've met before right?"I finally forced myself to speak and plastered a smile on my face."Yes, we have. I'm shay, it's so nice to see you again Mrs. Cartwright."I reached my hand out towards her and she shook my hand
~3 months later ~Shanelle POVLife has a funny way of taking unexpected turns. As I sit here, reflecting on the whirlwind of events that have unfolded in my life, it's hard to believe how much has changed in such a short span of time. Traveling, modeling, and chasing my dreams have taken on a whole new meaning. Vincent, with his enigmatic presence, crashed into my world like a silent storm, shaking up everything I thought I knew. And truth be told, I'm grateful for that unexpected collision.Before Vincent entered the picture, my life revolved around two things: traveling and my modeling career. I was passionate about both, but I had always approached them with a certain level of detachment, keeping myself at arm's length from truly embracing the experiences that lay before me. I was lost in a robotic existence, constantly pushing myself beyond my limits to maintain an illusion of perfection, covering up the cracks within me, all for the sake of fame and the spotlight.But Vincent ch
Shanelle POVAs I settled into my seat on the plane, ready for the journey back home to San Francisco, I couldn't shake off the heavy burden that had settled upon my heart. The events of the past day haunted me, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen sensed the change in my demeanor. Their concerned glances spoke volumes, but I couldn't find the strength to share the truth with them just yet.When I returned from my date with Vincent, my heart shattered and tears stained my cheeks. Beatrice and Kayleen did their best to offer comfort, but their words seemed distant, unable to penetrate the depths of my despair. I knew I had to face the consequences of my choices alone, and the pain of that realization only compounded my sorrow.
Shanelle POVAs I slowly blinked my eyes open, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. The warmth of the sun embraced us, enveloping Vincent and me in its gentle caress. Vincent lay beside me, still sound asleep, his features relaxed and tranquil. His dark hair was tousled, his chiseled jawline softened by the innocence of slumber. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. He was simply breathtaking, and at that moment, my heart swelled with an overwhelming affection for him.Memories of last night flooded my mind, the intoxicating magic we shared. The passion and tenderness that flowed between us were beyond words. Each movement, every touch, etched in my memory like an intimate dance that only we knew. I replayed every detail, savoring the sensation that st
Shanelle POVAs the candlelight flickered on the table, casting dancing shadows across the room, Vincent and I began to savor our dinner. The tantalizing aromas filled the air, creating an ambiance that complemented our growing connection. As we savored each bite, the conversation naturally drifted towards my modeling career, sparked by Vincent's genuine curiosity."So tell me," Vincent began, his eyes filled with intrigue, "how long have you been modeling?"A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about my journey."It's been three years now," I replied. "Ever since I stepped foot onto the runway for the first time, I knew I had found my passion. Modeling allows me to express
Shanelle POVI stood in front of the walk-in closet, the scent of Chanel, Dior, and Saint Laurent lingering in the air. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the colorful array of clothing before me. Tonight is my date with Vincent, and I wanted to look my absolute best. However, as I scanned the rows of clothes, doubt crept into my mind.What the hell should I wear?Beatrice lay sprawled on the bed, engrossed in a fashion magazine. Her big blue eyes glanced up, catching my reflection in the mirror."Hey, Bea," I called out, hoping she could provide some much-needed guidance."Any thoughts on wh
Shanelle POVAs I sat behind the wheel of my car, driving down the bustling city streets, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Vincent. It had been two long days since we had last seen each other, those fleeting moments when he and Dan dropped us off at our hotel, leaving without much of a goodbye. Yet, despite the brevity of our encounter, I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.Did he think of me too? Was he caught in a whirlwind of memories and emotions just as I was? These questions tumbled through my mind, blending with the cacophony of car horns and the distant hum of city life. The uncertainty gnawed at me, twisting my heart in knots. I longed for answers, for a connection that I hoped went beyond a mere chance encounter.My destination, the prestig
Shanelle POVI stepped into the safe house, the familiar scent of home welcoming me. The adrenaline from the day's events was finally subsiding as I closed the door behind me. We had made it back safely, and a sense of relief washed over me. My muscles ached from the physical exertion and tension, and I couldn't wait to let go of the weight that had been pressing on me.After a quick glance around the dimly lit living room, I made my way towards the bedroom. The hot water of the shower embraced me, washing away the grime and leaving me refreshed. I changed into fresh clothes, relishing the feeling of comfort they brought. With a deep breath, I stepped outside into the night air, making my way toward the pool.The sky stretched above me, a canvas of stars
Shanelle POVI sat on my bed the next morning, clutching my phone tightly in my hands. The screen displayed a seemingly never-ending stream of notifications, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. My heart raced as I watched my video from the frat party trend across social media platforms. It was as if people couldn't get enough of it, sharing it from one corner of the internet to another. And with each share, a flood of comments and feedback poured in, all directed at me.I had worked so hard to maintain my "perfect" reputation. People saw me as a walking embodiment of flawlessness, and I had meticulously crafted that image. But now, this video threatened to expose the cracks in my carefully constructed facade. It made me feel vulnerable and exposed to the judgment of others, and it terrified me.
Shanelle POVAs the anticipation built up inside me, I glanced at the clock on my bedroom wall. It was already 9:00 p.m., and I hurriedly surveyed myself in the mirror, making sure every detail of my outfit was just right.I had opted for a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Its off-the-shoulder design added a touch of sophistication, while the knee-length skirt showcased a playful edge. I paired it with strappy heels that elongated my legs and completed the look with a statement necklace and a bold red lip. I couldn't help but feel confident in this ensemble.Beatrice and Kayleen burst into my room with equally limited excitement for tonight's mission or whatever they wanted to call it. They looked stunning in their own dis