TYSHA
"Are you sure about this?" I asked Rue, clutching his shaver in my hand. We were in his penthouse bathroom, with him leaning against the sink, shirtless. His chiseled chest and muscular arms only added to his appeal, making him look irresistibly hot.
"Yeah," he replied simply, licking his lower lip in anticipation.
"You know you don't have to," I bargained once more, uncertain if I should really go through with shaving his stubble.
But he just pulled me closer, his hands fitting perfectly around my waist.
"But I want to," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want to make you comfortable."
Wow, I was torn. I mean, I adore his rugged look with those sexy stubbles. But when we get close, those tiny prickles always get in the way, especially when we're lost in each other. So, Rue, being the sweetheart
TYSHA "What... was that?" Barra bombarded me with questions the moment I approached her. I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. Of course, I couldn't spill everything right then and there. We needed a more private setting. "Let's talk in a coffee shop," I suggested, guiding her to the nearest one in the mall. Once we were settled in, she continued her barrage of questions. "My God, girl! You didn't bother telling me about this huge tea?!" she exclaimed, feigning offense. I couldn't blame my best friend, though. In times of trouble, I always remembered to call her, but when things were going well, I often forgot. That's why I agreed to meet her as soon as possible. After all, none of this would have happened without her. "I'm sorry, okay?" I apologized, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'm so offended," Barra
RUE "It's a real shocker you haven't forgotten about me, bro," Rij teased, sarcasm evident in his voice. The café buzzed with conversation as Rij played with his wine glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I called him up after dropping Tysha off at the mall. "Tysha's hanging out with Barra today," I mentioned with a chuckle, taking a sip of my wine. "Ah, so I'm just a backup plan while your girl's busy? Ouch, man, that stings," Rij joked. "Come on, don't be silly," I replied with a grin, enjoying the easy banter between us. Rij's gaze bore into me, like he was searching for something beneath the surface. "Jokes aside, remember when I warned you about being in danger?" he said, his voice grave. I nodded slowly, recalling our conversation where he expressed conce
TYSHA "Wouldn't this be disrespectful to her, Rue?" I questioned Rue as we walked hand in hand on our way to meet Ysabell. Rue simply smiled at me, his expression reassuring. "No, trust me. She was the one who insisted on bringing you," he assured me, his tone confident. After he discovered the truth about my fabricated expertise in my job, he stayed true to his promise of honesty, ensuring there were no more secrets between us. As Rue explained the situation with his grandfather and Ysabell's suggestion, I couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. But with Rue's reassuring presence, I let out a sigh and followed him into the restaurant he had booked for our dinner date. The atmosphere inside was incredible, with soft lighting and a cozy ambiance that made me feel instantly at ease. As I glanced around, I couldn't help but be amazed at how lavish ev
TYSHA Ysabell: Tysha, are you free today? Let’s hang out! I couldn't help but bite my lower lip nervously as I read Ysabell's message. Our dinner date had gone surprisingly well, and Ysabell and I had clicked almost instantly. Although she had asked for my number yesterday, I hadn't expected to hear from her so soon. As someone who tended to be a people pleaser, I found myself agreeing to her invitation without hesitation. Despite my nerves, I was also excited at the prospect of spending more time with her. After getting Rue's permission, which he granted without hesitation, I was ready for my girls' day out with Ysabell. Although Rue had expressed interest in joining us, Ysabell insisted on it being a girls' day, so I gently declined his offer. Arriving at our meeting place, I found Ysabell already waiting, accompanied by her maid.
RUE "What happened?" I asked urgently as I rushed to where Tysha was, my heart pounding with concern. I had been in the middle of a board meeting when her shaky voice came through the phone, sending a jolt of alarm through me. Without hesitation, I halted the meeting and made a beeline for her location. I instructed my bodyguard to head there immediately to assess the situation. As I hurried towards Tysha, he relayed the troubling news: she had been accused of stealing a necklace from a jewelry store. My blood boiled as soon as I heard the news. How could they accuse Tysha of something like that? My heart raced with anger and worry as I rushed to her side. The thought of her being accused of stealing a necklace made me furious. "Rue!" Ysabell's voice cut through the tension as I entered the mall security office, but I ignored her and immed
TYSHA "You good?" Rue's voice broke the silence as he drove me home after the embarrassing incident at the mall. I kept my gaze fixed outside the window, unable to meet his eyes. Nodding silently was all I could manage in response. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rue stealing glances in my direction. His hand found its way to my lap, a comforting gesture as he drove. My heart felt heavy with a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, each one vying for my attention. The embarrassment of being accused of theft weighed heavily on me, especially in front of Ysabell. It was a humiliating experience, and I wasn't sure if I could muster the confidence to face her again after this. I remained silent throughout our way home, focusing on breathing slowly to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't afford to cry, not with Rue beside me. I knew he would go into
TYSHA As I watched Rue's eyes wander around my room, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness when they landed on the framed picture of us with Jeff, along with the stuffed toy he had given me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but his casual comment put me at ease. "You framed it, huh?" he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I've got mine in my wallet." His proud display of our picture in his wallet made my heart swell with warmth. Despite the messiness of my room, his presence and our shared memories brought a sense of comfort. I couldn't resist teasing him about the stuffed toy I gave him. "How about the stuffed toy that I gave you?" I asked playfully. Rue's mischievous smile made my heart skip a beat. "Beside my bed? It's your substitute whenever I want to sleep beside you and you're not in my room," he replied
TYSHA "What do you think about the overall look?" my mother inquired as we inspected the facade of our newly constructed flower shop. Although we hadn't officially opened yet, we were busy preparing everything, focusing on the designs. After all, that's what typically captures the buyer's attention first. The shop's location couldn't have been better. We secured a spot on one of the bustling streets of New York City, ensuring high exposure to potential customers. "It's perfect! I can't wait for our opening!" I exclaimed with a clap of my hands. A look of relief washed over Mama's face. "You really think so? No bias?" "Yes, I promise," I reassured her. "Alright. Let me go help your father inside," she said, excusing herself as she headed indoors. I lingered a little lon
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
RUE“I won’t marry Rue.”I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Tysha’s words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like they were trying to make sense but failing miserably.When she accidentally answered my call, I didn’t hang up, especially when I heard my grandfather’s voice talking to her. I was mad at Grandpa for offering Tysha money to marry me, but I stayed silent because I wanted to hear her answer. I never expected her answer would break me.“Our relationship is not a transaction, Mr. Colterzon. Just so you know. While I appreciate your concern for our future, marrying him should come from our hearts, not a financial incentive,” I heard Tysha continue. “So, no. I won’t marry him for money.”After that, I ended the call before she even noticed I was listening to her conversation with my grandfather.I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at my grandfather for interfering, for thinking that money could solve everything. But Tysha’s words cut deeper. She didn’t want to marry me, eve
TYSHA“You wouldn’t be able to drive us home?” I asked Rue on the other line. I had just finished all my classes for the day when he called.“No. We just had an emergency meeting at the company. But I’ll send Fred,” he offered, but I immediately refused.“No need. I can drive us myself.”“Okay. Just tell the kids I’ll visit them later,” Rue said before ending the call.As I continued gathering my things to leave the faculty room, one of my co-teachers approached me with a curious look.Tysha, someone’s looking for you,” my co-teacher whispered, nodding toward the entrance. I glanced up from my stack of papers, my heart doing a little flip. Who could it be? A parent? Another teacher? “Huh? Really?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my pulse quickened. The school day had been ordinary so far, and I wasn’t prepared for any surprises.“Yes. He’s waiting in the parking lot, with lots of convoys,” my co-teacher grinned, clearly enjoying my confusion. With my co-teacher's grin, the first
TYSHARue wanted to introduce our kids to his mother and grandfather and the thought of it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Like, gosh!I couldn't help but overthink the whole situation. His grandfather had always hated me, ever since I was with Bryse. He did everything in his power to separate us before. And now, after all this time, I was terrified that his hatred for me would extend to our children.What if Rue’s grandfather took one look at them and saw nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes? What if he couldn't see them for the wonderful kids they are and only saw my flaws? The idea of my kids being judged or rejected because of my history was unbearable.I kept imagining different scenarios, each worse than the last. Would his grandfather's anger flare up the moment he laid eyes on them? Would he blame them for the messy past I had with his family? I could almost see the disapproval in his eyes, and feel the tension in the room.Rue seemed confident that things would be f
TYSHA“This is their picture?” Rue asked as I handed him the photo album, filled with pictures of our kids. After they had fallen asleep, he had suddenly asked to see some photos of them. Luckily, I had been making albums of their milestones.“Yeah, right after they were born,” I said proudly, sitting beside him on the couch and joining him in looking at the pictures.Rue carefully stared at each photo, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and regret, as if trying to relive the moments he had missed. Each image seemed to pull him deeper into a past he wasn't part of, yet desperately wished he had been.He traced a finger over a picture of their first birthday, his expression softening. “Who was with you?” Rue asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My parents,” I answered simply, trying to decipher what was going through his mind.“Just them?” He glanced at me, seeking confirmation.“Yes. Just them.”“How about Charles?” he asked.I thought he might be jealous, but when I l
RUEIn a short amount of time, I became super attached to the twins. Every day without them felt like a lost chance to be their real father. That's why I found myself constantly at Tysha's house, trying to make up for lost time.I longed to bond with them, to be a presence in their lives that they could rely on. It wasn't easy, knowing that I missed out on so much, but I was determined to do better.I held out the hairbrush when my daughter Addison came out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and clinging to her small shoulders.As usual, I was in their house again, wanting to spend more time with my children."Can I brush your hair?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.“Okay, Daddy.” Addison nodded, a shy smile on her face, and took a seat on the stool in front of me.I took a deep breath, aware of the importance of this gesture, and of the trust she was placing in me.As I began to brush, I was careful, mindful of every stroke."Am I doing this right?" I asked, watching her reaction in th
TYSHAOkay. If I was having fun earlier about how Rue shut Celeste’s bitchy mouth, I was no longer enjoying it now.“Is it true, Tysha? You’re dating Mr. Colterzon? The billionaire?!” asked one of my coworkers. “Err…” I stammered, unable to find the right words immediately.First of all, I didn’t feel the need to tell the truth to them. Second, to be honest, I didn’t really know the answer to that. Am I dating Rue again? We used to date but does co-parenting with him count as dating?“How about Charles, Ma’am Tysha? Did you two break up already?” Another question was thrown at me. It was Rupert who asked this time. The faculty room had turned into chaos the moment I walked in after finishing my classes.Even though Celeste kept her mouth shut after what Rue said to her, the news still spread like wildfire. Fortunately, before I had to say something, Madeline came into the faculty room. "Everyone," she addressed the room sternly, "what's all this commotion? Where is your professio
TYSHASince Rue had insisted on driving us to school, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I’m sure it would spark a new rumor about me and gosh! But yeah, I must comply. This would be nothing compared to the six years I’ve taken away from him.As I told my kids about what their father planned on doing, Aiden and Addison were already perched by the window, their noses pressed against the glass, waiting for their father.Then it arrived. Rue’s car glided to a stop in front of our house, sleek and attention-seeking because of its vibes that were screaming ‘wealth.’ It was the kind of luxury car you’d see in magazines. But what can I say? The father of my kids is a billionaire so…“It’s Daddy!” Aiden and Addison said in chorus as their eyes grew wide with wonder. They rushed out the door, their school bags forgotten for a moment, as they circled the car with open-mouthed awe.I watched them.“Good morning, buds! Ready for school?” Rue greeted them with the same enthusiasm a