[KRISTEN]As Lynn's words echoed in the hallway, I felt a mix of emotions—anger, betrayal, and sadness. But in that moment, I also felt a newfound resolve surged forth, compelling me to confront my past head-on, refusing to flee any longer.With determination fueling my steps, I made my way back to work. Instead of heading straight to my office, I veered towards the CEO's office, only to find a woman perched on his lap. Interrupting their intimate moment, I knocked twice before barging in."What brings you here, Ms. Kristen?" he inquired, rising abruptly and causing the woman to teeter on the edge of his lap."Uh-hm, maybe I'll catch you some other time, sir," I uttered, feeling a twinge of awkwardness in the air.The woman with a blondie hair scrutinized me from head to toe, her arms crossed in a defensive stance. "Who's this woman? Actually, uhm, you look familiar," she remarked, her voice tinged with suspicion.Eager to escape the uncomfortable situation, I excused myself. "If you'l
[KRISTEN]"Are you serious?" My eyes widened as I sought clarity from him. This request was beyond wild—why would he even ask? It felt like he was playing a dangerous game, one I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of. Memories flooded back, reminding me of the suspicious ease with which I was hired. How did I miss the signs?"Yes, Ms. Kristen. It's non-negotiable. Once settled, we can discuss the rest," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. As he drew closer, his presence felt suffocating, like a predator closing in. I wanted to move, to escape, but my body betrayed me, rooted in place as if by invisible chains."So, are you in, or not?" His question hung in the air, demanding an answer.Think, Kristen. Isn't this what you've been waiting for? The chance to reclaim your peace, to rewrite the narrative they imposed on you? You've faced worse.I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the fear. It sounded insane, but if it meant reclaiming what they stole from me, I was
MARCUS"Marcus, what is she doing here? I want her out of our sight. Fire her now!" The scene was chaotic, with Rihanna's anger boiling over at the sight of Kristen. But amidst the turmoil, one word stood out to me: crazy. Rihanna's reaction seemed over-the-top, especially considering what had transpired between her and Kristen."Why should I?" I asked, maintaining a façade of concern, though Rihanna's presence meant little to me.I observed Rihanna take a deep breath before shooting a quick glare at Kristen, who sat calmly in her office chair, unruffled by the confrontation.Damn, she looked effortlessly attractive."She's the reason my 'baby' got hurt," Rihanna spat, referring to her car. "And, I've been away for days. We were supposed to get married a day ago, remember?"Originally, Rihanna had been my pawn in a game to unsettle Ashton. But plans had shifted, and I found myself relieved by the change."Well, I think we should call it off now. I'm not going to marry you," I declared
KRISTEN"Wait, is this for real?" Mira's disbelief mirrored my own thoughts as she tried to wrap her head around Marcus's bombshell revelation. I nodded, confirming what she'd heard. She let out a deep sigh, her expression a mix of concern and uncertainty. "I see.""Hey, it's okay. We've discussed this, and it's a decision we both made. I've thought it through, too, and...""Kristen, I know you've been through a lot, but are you sure about this?" Mira's words were laced with concern, her eyes reflecting the worry of a true friend. Yes, I'd confided in Mira about my past, trusting her with the pain I'd carried for so long. And strangely, I felt like she understood. "I just hope this won't bring you more hurt. Marcus's anger towards Ashton is intense, to say the least."Intense? What did she mean by that?Ashton and I had been together for years before tragedy tore us apart, but I knew little about his family. He lived with his mother, and that was about it. No siblings, no fortune – at
KRISTENThe proposition hung heavy in the air, Marcus's gaze unwavering as he awaited my response. It was clear he wouldn't take no for an answer, and the weight of the contract I'd signed, binding me to him for a year, loomed large in my mind.Living with him meant relinquishing what little independence I had left, yet in light of recent events, it seemed like the only logical choice. Besides, I reasoned, if I'd agreed to be his for a year, then surely living with him was just part of the deal."Alright," I conceded, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.Marcus's expression softened, relief evident in his features. "Good choice."I offered him a tight-lipped smile, the weight of my decision settling heavily on my shoulders. As we drove on into the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was stepping into the unknown – and that once again, my fate was no longer entirely my own.As we pulled up to Marcus's house, the weight of my decision bore down on me like a heavy burden.
KRISTEN"Kristen," he murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Please, let me have you."His words hung in the air, heavy with desire and longing. Despite the intensity of our kiss, his request caught me off guard, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within me."I've already signed the papers, why ask?" I whispered back, my voice barely above a breathless murmur.But even as the words left my lips, I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. It was as if, in that moment, the boundaries between us blurred and I found myself teetering on the edge of something unknown yet undeniably intoxicating.As his fingers continued their dance inside me, I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins, a hunger that begged to be sated. His voice, dripping with husky desire, sent shivers down my spine as he whispered sweet promises of ecstasy."Do you want more, Kristen?" Marcus's voice was a seductive whisper aga
KRISTENAs I stepped into the familiar hustle and bustle of the office, I braced myself for another day of navigating through some tasks. However, today seemed to have an extra layer of tension lingering in the air, and it didn't take long for me to realize the source of it.Rihanna, with her sharp tongue and relentless knack for finding fault in everything I did, wasted no time in making her presence known. Her cutting remarks and condescending tone grated on my nerves, leaving me feeling small and insignificant.But just when I thought I couldn't bear another minute of her relentless bullying, a familiar face appeared like a beacon of hope in the chaos. Mira, with her unwavering support, allowing me to vent my frustrations and gather my thoughts before diving back into the fray.As the day wore on, I found myself counting down the minutes until I could escape the suffocating atmosphere of the office and seek solace in the comfort of Marcus's arms. Little did I know that my evening w
KRISTENThe weight of Marcus's words settled over the room, and I felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling within me. All eyes were on us, waiting for our announcement to sink in.Marcus's mother, her expression a mask of astonishment, was the first to recover from the initial shock. "Married?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... when? And why?"Marcus squeezed my hand reassuringly, his eyes never leaving mine as he prepared to answer his mother's questions."We got married recently, Mom," Marcus explained, his tone steady despite the tension in the air. "It was a decision we made together, and one that we both believe is right for us."His mother's brows furrowed in confusion, her gaze flickering between us as she processed the news. "But why now? And without even informing us?" she pressed, her tone tinged with disappointment.I noticed Ashton, shooting a surprised glance in our direction, though he remained silent. His expression betrayed a hint of cu