Rachel and Seraphina were lounging in Rachel's living room, sipping coffee and chatting. Rachel brought up the party, her eyes sparkling with excitement.A week had passed since Seraphina's argument with Rachel, and she was still reeling from the emotional fallout. Her heart felt heavy, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. Rachel's words had struck a chord, and Seraphina couldn't shake off the feeling that she was stuck in a rut."Sera, there's this party... Do you know Lauren? My friend, has invited me to. I don't know if you'd like to come, but I think you should. You need to have fun, you know?"Seraphina raised an eyebrow, unsure. "A party? I don't know, Rachel. I'm not really in the mood."Rachel persisted, her voice gentle but persuasive. "Come on, Sera! It'll be fun, I promise! Lauren's parties are always a blast. And it'll be good for you to get out of the house, meet new people... you never know, you might even have a good time."Seraphina hesitated, weighing her option
“Get to it, I wanna leave..” Seraphina cut him.“Okay,” Damien took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Seraphina's as he began to explain. "Christy and I met at a Conference event, one of those lavish galas where people pretend to care about a good cause just to be seen. I was there because my mother was being honored, and I had to put in an appearance."Seraphina's expression remained icy, but she nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue."I was feeling...invincible that night, like I could do anything and get away with it. The contract marriage, it was purely transactional. There was no feelings involved for me, it was just the early stage. And then I saw Christy, shining like a diamond in the crowd. She was charming, charismatic, and she seemed to understand me in a way that no one else did."Damien's voice was laced with regret, his eyes filled with a hint of shame. "I was drawn to her, Seraphina. Not because I loved her, but because she was exciting, dangerous. And I was b
"I remember the way you used to make me laugh," Damien said, his voice low and husky. "The way you used to see the good in me, even when I couldn't see it myself."Seraphina's eyes softened, her gaze dropping to his lips. "I remember the way you used to hold me, like I was the only person in the world."Damien's face drew closer, his breath whispering against her skin. "Cos you are.. I want to hold you like that again, Seraphina. I want to make you feel loved, cherished, and adored."Just as their lips were about to meet, Damien’s phone buzzed loudly, shattering the delicate silence. He hesitated, pulling back slightly as he glanced at the screen. Seraphina noticed the sudden tension in his eyes and instinctively knew it was something significant.“Who is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.Damien’s face paled as he read the message. “It’s Christy,” he said quietly. “She’s… she’s giving me an ultimatum. She wants me to marry her.”The words hung in the air like a dark
Christy walked into the sleek, modern lobby of Damien’s company, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Heads turned as she made her way to the reception desk, her provocative outfit—a tight, low-cut dress that clung to her curves—drawing stares from employees and visitors alike. Her bold red lipstick and meticulously styled hair completed the look, exuding an air of calculated seduction.Without waiting for an invitation, Christy approached the receptionist. “I’m here to see Damien,” she declared, her voice confident and assertive.The receptionist, momentarily taken aback by Christy’s appearance and demeanor, hesitated. “Do you have an appointment?”Christy flashed a cold smile. “No, but he’ll want to see me. Trust me.”There was something in her tone that brooked no argument, and the receptionist, sensing the tension, decided it was best not to challenge her. “One moment, please,” she said, picking up the phone to call Damien’s office.Meanwhile, Christy gla
"Seraphina?" Damien's voice was filled with surprise and alarm.Christy's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Perfect timing," she said, her tone dripping with malice.Seraphina's heart sank at the sight of Christy, the woman who had caused so much turmoil in her relationship with Damien. Anger and hurt surged within her, but she fought to maintain her composure. "What is going on here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.Damien stepped forward, trying to bridge the distance between them. "Seraphina, it's not what it looks like. Christy was just leaving.""Really? Because it looks like she was doing anything but leaving," Seraphina retorted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.Christy, sensing an opportunity to deepen the rift, chimed in, "Oh, don't be so naïve, Seraphina. Damien and I have a lot of history, and some things are just meant to be." She shot Damien a pointed look, enjoying the chaos she was sowing.Damien's frustration boiled over. "That's not true, Sera
Christy paced her apartment, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. The slap from Seraphina still stung, both physically and emotionally. She couldn't let this humiliation go unanswered. Her reflection in the mirror showed a fierce determination as she replayed the encounter in her mind.“How dare she,” Christy muttered to herself. “That pathetic little girl thinks she can slap me and get away with it? She has no idea who she's dealing with.”She sank into her plush couch, her fingers tapping restlessly against the armrest. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. She needed a plan, a way to turn the tables and put Seraphina in her place.Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting her thoughts. She picked it up and saw a text from her friend, Vanessa, who worked in the media industry. Vanessa’s message read, “Hey, haven't heard from you in a while. Everything okay?”An idea began to form in Christy's mind. Vanessa
Christy approached her friend, putting on her most convincing facade, her eyes wide with faux vulnerability. “Vanessa, I really need your help. I've been through so much lately, and I don't know where else to turn,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.Vanessa looked up, her concern deepening. “Of course, Christy. What's going on?” she asked, leaning in closer.Christy took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage. “It's about Damien. You know we have a history. I'm... I'm pregnant with his child, but his current girlfriend, Seraphina, has been so cruel to me. She's spreading lies and trying to ruin my life.”Vanessa's eyes widened in shock. “That's terrible! What can I do to help?”Christy leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I need you to help me get my story out there. I want people to know the truth about Seraphina and how she's been treating me. Can you do that?”Vanessa nodded, her expression determined. “Absolutely. I'll make sure your story g
In the sleek, modern confines of his office, Damien faced the unfolding crisis with a determined resolve. The fallout from the scandal had been swift and severe, threatening both his personal and professional life. Seated at the head of a large conference table, he stared at the multiple screens set up for the conference call with his legal team.The legal team’s faces appeared in small squares on the screens, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. Damien’s voice was steady and firm as he addressed them, outlining the critical steps needed to safeguard his business and reputation.“We need to file a defamation lawsuit against Christy,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “She’s spreading malicious lies that are damaging my personal life and business. We need to take a strong stance.”One of the senior lawyers, a seasoned litigator named Mr. Reynolds, nodded in agreement. “I understand, Damien. We’ll start gathering all the necessary evidence to support the