Millie’s POV
I woke up quite early, prepared Jay for school and also prepared for work.
Putting on a pink Palazzo jumpsuit alongside a white blazer jacket then I brushed my bouncy curly red hair and let it down.
I was standing out like a sore thumb but I really didn't care what I looked like anymore.
It's been kind of tough taking care of Jay and also working, but God got me.
I and Jay take the bus and when we get to his school I kiss him bye.
"Bye Mommy! I love you too!" His cute voice came out loudly as he dropped from the bus.
I blew him a kiss and then he ran into the school, the bus moved, and I sighed.
Another day of work.
At least I worked with Isabella now not Cassie anymore.
When I got to the office, Isabella looked at me with an amused face.
“Millie! You look... interesting,” Isabella said, eyeing my outfit with a smirk.
“Don’t even st
“Back off, Cassie,” Isabella said, her voice cold and deadly serious.Cassie sneered, but before she could respond, Isabella grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard, causing Cassie to yelp in pain.“Don’t you ever touch Millie again, got it?” Isabella warned, her eyes blazing with fury. "If you so much as try to lay a finger on her, I'll let me Serrano know you're trying to rough handle his new model addition. Let's see how you like that."The entire room went silent as everyone watched the scene unfold. Cassie, clearly humiliated, mumbled something under her breath before storming out of the hall.I stood there in shock, my heart racing. Isabella turned to me, her expression softening.“Are you okay?” she asked gently.“Y-yeah,” I stammered. “Thank you for that. I didn’t know what to do.”Isabella smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Cassie’s always been a bully. She won’t bother you again.”I nodded, still trying to process everything that had just happened. I was grateful to hav
I woke up pretty early, mainly because I wasn’t able to get enough sleep last night, and I woke up an hour earlier than usual.It would take a few hours before Sam signed in. So, I decided to call him and give him some gossip about last night.While I ran the bathtub, I put a call to Gina; he picked on the third ring"Why are you calling me by 4:45am Millie? You should be asleep." His voice booms through the line"Shush… so the weirdest and funniest thing happened to me last night." I start and he is instantly silent waiting to hear what's next"And oh! Did you know Mr. Serrano gifts each of his models an apartment? Part of the perks of being a Serrano model…" I said and I could hear Sam gasp."Bitch don't tell me you have got somewhere to live other than that your rat stinky previous apartment." He said and I chuckled."Yes Sam. I've got an apartment; I'll show you after work today." I said and he squealed i
I turned around and walked back to the office—my new office, and I ran my fingers through my hair.I would have literally been fired. Why did he spare me though?“Millie! My God, are you okay? Is everything fine?” Sam asked, touching my forehead to see if I was running a temperature. “Come on, talk to me,” he said, and I finally looked up at him.“Sam,” I said, and gave me a bored look.“Uh… yeah, what's wrong?” he asked in confusion.“No, Sam, I saw him smirk, he totally remembered last night and wasn't hiding it,” I said, and he realized what I meant.“No shit! The hot guy? Damn! Oh my God, Millie, you literally saw our chairman half-naked last night,” he whispered the last part of his sentence, and I nodded.“Oh well, at least that’s not your loss. You saw heaven and still retained your job. It’s a win-win either way,” Sam s
Adán’s POVI arrived home after a long day, eager for some rest.My daughter, Ava, was already in the house with her babysitter, Grace.As I walked through the front door, I could hear the faint murmur of a movie coming from the home theater.I smiled; it sounded like Ava was having a good time.Entering the theater, I found Ava sprawled on the couch, her little feet propped up on the armrest.Grace was sitting beside her, her gaze fixed on the screen.“Hey, champ!” I greeted Ava with a warm smile as I walked in.Ava turned her head, her face lighting up with a grin.“Daddy! We’re watching Finding Nemo! Come come come!”“Is that so?” I replied, chuckling. “Well, you’
MillieI had gone to Elle's place to say hi to my sweet Jay and see him off to school as Elle drove him along with her children, Ethan and Jackson."Bye baby!" I called out as she drove, then I hailed a cab to work.…I closed from work, and I was pretty exhausted.I barely got to gossip with Sam today, I rarely saw Isabella and even Mr Serrano was scarce.I just went to crash straight up.When I woke up the next morning, I made myself some coffee and ran the hot shower.Then I went to take a shower, and when I was out, I went to the wardrobe and picked out a straight black dress.I brushed my short brunette hair as I watched my reflection in the mirror.My green eyes stared right back at me, and my almost white skin glowed in the morning sun's reflection.
MILLIEWe got to the capital of Italy, and we were taken to our hotel. All the employees also arrived and were lodged in the same hotel.When we got to the hotel, Mr. Serrano disappeared, and his bodyguards handled his suitcases for him. I went to get the keycard to my room: Room 800.I opened the room door and arranged my suitcase to the side of the room. The room was white and beige, and it had a very nice view of the garden with the ceiling-to-floor window. There was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I went to take a view of the bathroom, and I was also wowed.I didn’t get any calls or emails from Mr. Serrano, so I just kicked off my shoes and took a nap....I was awakened by the door opening.I was sure as hell that I had locked the door when I got in. Who had another keycard to open it?I st
ADAN'S POVI slipped my jacket over my shoulders, a midnight air of crisp chill sweeping through the room as I headed toward the door. The sound of Millie shifting on the couch caught my attention. She was curled up, her arms bent awkwardly beneath her head, and her legs half-draped off the edge, clearly uncomfortable. I paused, staring at her for a moment, my expression softened.Though she annoyed me at times with her boldness, something about seeing her like this softened my typically hardened demeanor. Her brows were furrowed in her sleep, as if she was fighting something in a dream. With a deep exhale, I moved quietly to her side. Gently, I slipped one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her with ease. Millie stirred lightly but didn’t wake, her head resting against my shoulder.I carried her to the bed, laying her down carefully and adjusting the pillows beneath her head. For a moment, I watched her as she settled into the soft mattress. Shaking my
I came out of the bathroom, wrapped with a towel, my still-hot body from the hurried encounter awhile back with Mr. Serrano. My heart was racing against my chest as I stood there, hopeful he hadn't seen how thrown I'd been. Mr. Serrano didn't utter one word as he entered the room; all he did was sit on the bed and started messaging with his phone. The air was silent, quiet because of him.He got up without raising his head, took his clothes and towel in his hands, and moved into the bathroom. I was left there lying, with no idea of what to think or how to be. Finally, a sigh of relief exhaled, yet I also felt filled with disappointment. Why was I hoping for him to say something? Anything?I got dressed in such a rush because I didn't feel like being alone anymore in that room. The mere thought of doing so, with the possibility of more awkwardness, just drove me nuts. I wanted air—and I wanted to find Isabella.I had barely gotten out of the room when I realized how large the hotel was
"Yeah, my neighbor just called. She said he's been asking people if they know where I am."For a second, there was something in Adán's eyes. Then, about that length of time later, it was gone, his face once more returning to the cold mask he wore so often."Did she give a description?" he asked low.I nodded."Yeah,” she said he's tall, has dark hair, and is wearing a suit, sunglasses. sounds like some secret agent type, according to her."Adán was quiet for a moment, his eyes drifting past me as if weighing something. Then he said,"I'll look into it.""You'll look into it?" I echoed frowning. "What does that even mean? You think it's one of your people from the speakeasy?"He didn't say anything, which, of course, did nothing to soothe my nerves. What he did say, though, was
He stared at me, his face incredulous, like he couldn't fathom the shit spewing out of my mouth. "Do I look like some kind of man who needs a cooking class?""No, but I do." I snorted and then relaxed back onto the couch. "And just think about the headline. 'Adán Serrano teaches his wife how to cook.' It's gold.".He let out a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "Millie, none of this is necessary."I frowned at him. Suddenly, I deflated. "What do you mean? Isn't that the whole point of this? This marriage-to make people think we're the real deal?"Adán's eyes softened just a fraction, and then he regarded me for one silent moment before speaking."We don't have to do any of that because they already believe it."I blinked. "They do?"He nodded. "You're more convincing than you think."I wasn't certain wheth
MILLIEI woke up the next morning, tangled in soft bed sheets, for a few seconds and forgot where I was. It all came back: Adán's kiss, the talk, him asking me to share the bed. I rolled over, expecting him to be lying beside me. Of course, there was nobody there; the space beside me had barely been disturbed.Classic Adán.I dragged myself out of bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, hearing faint sounds from the other room. I tiptoed out and peered around the corner. There he was, sitting at the small dining table, looking every inch at the business mogul in his crisp white shirt, tapping away on his laptop. There was no softness left on his face from last night."Morning," I said, not meaning actually to sound quite that awkward.He glanced up briefly, and nodded in greeting, but his eyes went right back to his screen. Cold, like the kiss last night, never happe
I asked, very aware of how dumb that sounded but enjoying the look of slight shock crossing his face.He laughed-not in offense but more from surprise at my question-and though the sound did come out so, it was a real one, a rare break from his serious reserve."Oh, I don't think a second ceremony is necessary. The courthouse was quite sufficient."I rolled my eyes at that. "Yeah, because nothing says romance like signing papers in front of a judge."That was when his tone changed, and I wasn't expecting it. His eyes caught mine, his voice dropping into something deeper, more serious."You want romance, Millie?"I did blink, taken aback by the force of his tone. I leaned back in my chair, no longer sure where this conversation was going to go."I'll give you romance," he said, continuing, laying his elbows on the table, while bending in closer. "I'll sweep you off your feet, take
I rolled my eyes, though a part of me enjoyed that he'd be there to save me. "Yeah, well, try not to look so heroic next time. It's giving people the wrong idea.".I looked at him, and for one brief instant, there was something in his eyes-something gentle, not that cold, businesslike stare to which I was so accustomed to him. Thrown off, I shifted forward in my seat, trying to focus on anything else.I wasn't stupid. I knew why we were here, what we had to do, but for some reason, I felt more involved in this than I should be. We'd agreed this whole marriage thing was just a business deal, a way to get what we both needed. But now, sitting here with him, it wasn't that easy.We sat there for a moment, silence hanging in the air between us. It was awkward, but not in a bad way. It was like we were both thinking the same thing but neither of us wanted to say it.Then out of nowhere, he asked, "Hey, uh
Millie's POVI stood by the window as Mr. Serrano entered the room. My fingers were clutched around my phone so tightly that I was afraid I'd crack the screen.Sam had gone nuts, texting like a maniac since I told him the truth about well, about us.My heart was galloping, and I couldn't make out whether I wanted to scream or laugh at it all-the absurdity of it all.I caught Adán's gaze for one flighty second-my heart rate increasing more-before I turned my back to him in an effort to compose myself.Not exactly easy to do when my best friend was on the edge of a mental breakdown, and my sham husband had just strolled into the room.I could feel his gaze on me, that heavy gaze of his that never missed a damn thing. He was going to ask. I knew it."What's going on?" he asked evenly, with no hurry, the complete opposite of what was churning inside me.I bit my lip and kept staring out of the window, pretending somehow that I was still in control. "Just give me a second. I'm trying to ex
ADANLater that evening, we decided to grab dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.It was an upscale place, full of wealthy tourists and locals alike, all dressed in designer clothes and dripping in gold.Millie was dressed in one of those gorgeous dresses we bought at the mall, she looked breathtaking.We sat down at a secluded table near the back, and as soon as we did, I noticed Millie fidgeting with her dress, her fingers twisting the fabric absentmindedly.She glanced around the room, taking in the opulent surroundings with a mixture of awe and discomfort.I could tell this wasn’t her usual scene—she preferred something more laid-back, less pretentious.I felt a bit of guilt for dragging her into this world, but it was necessary.We needed to maint
ADANI leaned back against the lounge chair, my eyes following the soft ripples in the pool. I could hear distant laughter and the faint sounds of chatter from other hotel guests, but my mind was far away.On Millie.Millie had been quiet since the pool incident, and I couldn’t shake the image of her—so fragile, caught off guard, and vulnerable as she flailed in the water. It wasn’t just the fact that she had fallen; it was the look of panic that struck me. The moment I saw her struggling, instinct took over. I’d jumped in without a second thought.But why?I shook my head, trying to clear it. Isabella, who was lounging beside me with a cocktail in hand, interrupted my thoughts.“Adán, you're lost in your head again,” she teased, giving me a sidelong glance over the top of her sunglasses. “You've been quiet ever since you pulled Millie out of the water. Something on your mind?”I glanced at her briefly, offering a small smile. “No, just thinking about everything. It’s been a long d
MILLIEI stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, running my fingers through my still-damp hair, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.My face was flushed from embarrassment, my mind replaying the mortifying moment when I slipped and fell into the pool.How does that even happen? Of course, it would happen to me.Typical Millie.After changing out of my wet clothes into a sundress that stopped mid-thigh and slipping into some comfortable sandals, I took a deep breath.The sundress was cute, light blue with tiny floral prints, and it helped me feel less like the clumsy idiot I’d been five minutes ago.At least I was dry now.And Mr. Serrano—Adán—had saved me. Of course, he had to be the one to dive into the pool, looking l