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His Untouchable Super Wife Hurt
Throughout the ride back to the mansion, silence prevailed.The chauffeur responsible for driving the obnoxious couple back home occasionally glanced at them. None were facing each other, but staring outside the window with different thoughts roaming through their mind.Despite the distance the limo shared with the Ballet Academy, the chauffeur heard Tony and Mary's yells.None needed to tell him that both were complete assholes. He assumed they were quiet because they were vexed, but there was something more to it.Mary, for one, was partially immersed in thoughts of that bimbo — Tessa.She could swear that she saw her walk past them and into a luxurious car, but…was that possible?The richness emanating from that car was one Mary had never witnessed — how did she have immense enough wealth to afford that sort of car?“She's a slut. Yes — a fucking slut, and whosoever owned that car must be drilling her. What a bitch!” She came to such a nasty conclusion while scoffing.“Disgusting.”
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“Will… Will Klaus be fine?” The instant he strolled away from the emergency ward and towards the metallic bench further in the hallway, she questioned while standing up.Those blue eyes of hers were so glassy, and although they were overly gorgeous, the sadness blended with guilt was excessive.Tessa hated herself.Her suggestion to make dinner led to this bullshit — because of her, Klaus got shot in the chest.The chest of all places.During the ride to the hospital, wild thoughts incessantly roamed through her head — what if the bullet damaged his heart?It was frightening.Klaus had been rushed to the emergency ward, and being his employer, Doreen went ahead to speak with the doctors. It had been roughly half an hour, yet Tessa felt like a decade had passed due to the anxiety circulating in her soul.If anything horrible happens to Klaus before her, then she'd…Doreen needed no microscope to see how profusely apprehensive Tessa was. It was predictable that she'd be unsettled, but t
Last Updated : 2024-01-10His Untouchable Super Wife Mr Robert
He was on his way to the garden.Due to his father, Mr. Robert's immense love of flowers, he normalized being surrounded by delicate, gorgeous varieties of them. The garden of the Williams family mansion could be compared to a boutique.It was that spacious, and with every head turn, different bushes of either rare or exotic flowers could be spotted.Again, the servants would either be daft or dense to neglect it — it constantly gets taken care of more.It was almost noon, and one would expect Tony, the partner of his pregnant girlfriend, to get anxious when he wakes up and finds her absent.Then again…he was relieved.With a big smile playing on his lips, he went on with his day — bath, ate, and even attempted to converse with his ever-so-stern mother. While she did respond to a question or two of his, Debby, his younger sister, didn't give a fuck.As expected, she was rude to the core.Tony felt this was a perfect chance to begin patching things up with his father, Mr. Roberts. As t
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Regardless of his dissents, she alighted from the car barefooted before dashing straight into the moderately massive hospital.As her feet shuffled towards it, he helplessly gazed at her.“She has tiny feet.” Doreen whispered, then averted his gaze to her pair of heels that were placed in the back seat.Yes — he drove since Klaus was the sole chauffeur he could trust.Both of them had quite a history together.Tessa left Doreen behind and went into the hospital, instantly beholding some doctors, and nurses moving around.“Welcome Miss Tessa.”“Good afternoon, Miss Tessa!”“Welcome!”Numerously they greeted her and more shockingly, began bowing decorously at her. She slowly halted, then gaped confusingly at them.“Good afternoon to you all too!”Ever since she was a kid, being treated so respectfully was something she normalized yet didn't like.So whenever someone older than her bows, she'd unhesitatingly do the same.Her response and gesture left some perplexed — wasn't she the lady
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“Miss Tessa, are you sure about this? I can cook fast." Surely, there was a thick sense of worry laced in Sophia's utterance. Both were still headed for the kitchen and sincerely, she was trying her utmost best to change her mind. “Don't be silly, Sophia. I'll cook with you…and my name's just Tessa. Ditch the miss." Her response came out so softly and accompanied by a smile. For a second, the maid truly was captivated by her beauty — this blue-eyed lady had the sweetest smile she had ever seen. But as they curved towards the kitchen, her feet became rooted to a spot while Tessa went into the kitchen. Sophia was scared. After witnessing how unusually, gentle, sweet, and comfortable Master Doreen was around her, what were the possibilities that he didn't….like her? None had ever seen him with a female before, and the fact that they were so close to the hospital worried Sophia. What if Tessa accidentally hurts herself and her Master becomes enraged? — he unhesitatingly fires
Last Updated : 2024-01-11His Untouchable Super Wife Ballet Class
Something surely was wrong. The aura emanating so excessively from his handsome self as he walked past the workers, and straight to the elevator, was that of… annoyance. Normally, most avoided him with the mindset that he was a heartless being who wouldn't be hesitant to fire anyone, and now that he was enraged, all were fearful. The employees of W Empire were instantly aware that none, and absolutely none, should fuck with Doreen Williams. He was fucking enraged, and no one wanted to find out why. Doreen could be seen settled on the leather chair of his office — his glass large rectangular desk had countless documents, and an opened laptop placed on it. Merely, it had been half an hour since he stepped into his office, yet the occupants of the gigantic skyscraper were busy as hell. “Wait…what the fuck is this?” A document that entailed the successful purchase of countless luxurious yachts filled the President with confusion. He couldn't remember giving out his signature for s
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Exhaustion. That was the sole thing circulating throughout her sweaty body as she dragged her feet towards the bathing room.It was almost 4 pm, and Ballet class for the day had come to an end — well, not for everyone. Among the six dancers, Madam Angelica trained personally, Maria, the class bitch according to Tessa's mind, remained in the room. It wasn't due to her obnoxious attitude, or her pretense of hurting her ankle. She was still training. While the normal ballet class ended by 3:30 pm or so, two dancers had theirs extended. Francess and Maria were still being trained by the senior mistress. Presently, Tessa could be seen peeling off her outfit that was thoroughly drenched in sweat. Nude, walked to the single washing machine the bathroom surprisingly entailed, then proceeded to wash it. It was remarkable how spacious a single bathroom was — a shower was there followed by varying skin care products, and a washing machine and dryer. Tessa had a hint that Doreen owned thi
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“How could you! How could bloody stand there like a tree and watch that bimbo hit me!? Tony!”Mary wasn't going to hold back; the fury circulating through her soul was being poured out in the form of ear-deafening screams into the ears of her boyfriend. After Tessa so fearlessly slapped Mary, and talked back to Tony, the man she once served like some type of god, he went to only heaven knows where. Infuriatingly enough, Mary was left alone at the Ballet Academy. Did she try to get her registration done?She did, but the senior mistress, Madam Angelica, that chic-looking Italian woman, was as fearless as they come — even when Mary threatened her using the Williams name, she gave zero fuck. Currently, she was seated in an Escalade — a chauffeur wasn't with them. Her boyfriend, one that she was freaking pregnant for, left her by herself in an Estate she wasn't wholly familiar with, and now that it was night, came to pick her up. Who the hell does that? — wasn't that borderline cruel
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His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tailored black tuxedo accentuated his lean physique.With the first notes, Tessa launched into a whirlwind of movement and her feet barely touching the stage. Her tutu fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and her pointe shoes whispered against the floor. “Oh!”“Wow!”“Ha!”The audience entranced by the soft rustle of her skirt, the gentle creak of her shoes, and the sweet scent of rosin wafting from her movements helplessly gushed out loud. As she danced, the music swirled around her like a velvet cloak — enveloping her in a rich tapestry of sound. The notes of the celesta twinkled like stardust, and the violins sang with a soaring beauty that left the audience breathless.As she revealed her swan-shaped birthmark, Doreen's eyes became glassy and an uproar; one so deafening occurred. He smirked, knowing the significance of that mark, and he knew that his angel was revealing her true self to the world.The music swelled, and Tessa executed
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“How can you consider your son something like that when all I've done for that fucking company is given it my all?”“You're all isn't enough!”“And so is yours! You — my fucking mother, keeps demanding unattainable shit from me when you failed at a simple task years ago! Years ago, you caused Francess' memory loss and…”“Shut up Francisco!!” Killian screamed ear deafeningly — numerous veins become prominent, and crawling incessantly up his neck; just like his son. Amid the screams, Francess, mute soundlessly, glanced at a feverishly shivering Stephanie, and once their eyes met — for the first time in… Years ago, the brown-eyed saw something in her. Affection she never got from her wasn't caused due to hate or anything, just… Guilt. Stephanie once again began her frantic words to vomit, yet they hung in the air as Francess's gaze drifted away, her eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. The bound wrists, the arguing voices, the slick stage – everything faded into the background as me
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It ultimately did, and the restrictions of her hand; bounded behind by thickened ropes, sent more torrents of perplexity raining down her soul. “What's…”“… Happening!” The voice she heard before her consciousness choicelessly left her once more penetrated into Francess' ears from a different direction. Sharply, she glanced at one of the wings of the stage, and emerging from there was… Her family. The entirety of the D'Arcy were here. All donned such elegant clothing yet the atmosphere lingering around two out of three was questionable. While Francisco perpetually had a smirk dancing on his lips, and a printed document in his possession, Killian with his wife were unsettled. Unsurprisingly, Stephanie — her ever anxious mother would've slacked behind, but her husband's linked arm with hers prevented that. He ambled, head up, and eyes — which roamed with determination, tangled with a bit of regret were transfixed on his daughter. “What the fuck is going on here? What in hell's name
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There, she got her entire existence thoroughly questioned by her mind due to the massive effect that conversation had. Francess sincerely bore no idea how she got to the opulent junior suite of the Fords Palazzo Ducale. Currently, she laid — back flat, and eyes glued to the complexly designed ceiling of her room with mind thinking solely about Theresa Ford. “I… I came here because I needed answers and now… I'm…!” Her pairs of eyelids, reddish due to excess tears, and eyes sunken into their sockets reddened, blinked slowly while a sigh fell from her lips. “… Confused. So fucking confused!” Francess’ trembling hands reached for her face then flattened on it before inaudible sobs. She was exhausted from everything — of breathing, living, and life itself. She'd be a damn liar to claim life became draining once Tessa came into the Ballet Academy back at home — who was she kidding? Then, she'd constantly practice ballet while ignoring the presence of drugs in her meals. Daily intake o
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The few days spent — alone in the ancient of Milan entailed crisp air, and bone chilling winds. It always got freezing cold whenever night befall the beautiful city, and regardless of the hotness the heater of her suite provided, warmth clothing, and lengthy soak in hot baths, cold unceasingly engulfed her whole being. Tessa assumed she'd choicelessly, and all so adversely, grow accustomed to it, but… The good Lord answered her prayers. With arms thrown on his broad shoulders, fingers entwined — locked around his nape, and legs coiled over his torso, their bodies had no space between them. Basking in a bottomless ocean of comfort, Tessa certainly has never felt this…cozy before!“I'm fucking glad I'm here…” His words, whispered closely to her ear, had its accompanying warmth dissolving every ounce of chill in the bones, then wrapped itself so comfortingly around her heart. Not even the fireplace, residing beside them with its burning glow, could be equal to her beloved's warmth.
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Parting her thickened wet eyelashes, the beams of the moonlight seeping through the large framed window kissed her face as she sighed. So slowly, she properly began showering with mind torn between two unsettling topics — Doreen's absence and Francess' presence. No… It would've been swell if the two ballet dancers didn't meet — ever again. Back then — their past, although unresolved, wasn't so hurting Tessa; it was never this bad. Confrontations were a lethal catalyst; she assumed leaving Europe would prevent the scene that occurred a few hours ago but….“I should've never started dancing. Fuck!” Slamming her hand hard on the glass walls encasing her, frustration morphed into liquid, took the place of blood in her veins and circulated unwantingly yet unceasingly in her entire being. Back then, guilt was always beside her — making living hard, but gingerly, Tessa realized better than any she didn't feel guilty. She felt stupid for befriending the brown haired — Francesca D'Arcy on
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Memories poured into her mind in multitudes, and re-opening them, balls of tears snuck out then gilded slowly down her cheeks. “I wished never to be back here again but… Here I am.” Most ballet dancers would kill to step foot onto the stage of this neoclassical architectural masterpiece, and the passion which flamed it all had gone out in hers. The situation has changed — she has changed. Well, that was a few years ago. Tessa stared from the posh empty seats, curves of ornate balconies and boxes, then gaped longingly at the section for dignitaries. Adorned finely by crimson luster velvety and gold leaf, she chomped hard on her lips mere picturing her parents, and loved ones occupying it. Thousands were going to attend the Nut Bowl — thousands were going to be watching her with jaws dropped, stupor, and reverberation. Yet, it'll all be insignificant and downright unnatural if the one responsible for reigniting her fiery desire to dance once more isn't… Present. Tessa's gaze fell
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Once her pair of feet ascended the last step which led to the highly revered stage of the Teatro alla Scala, her brown eyes shone brighter than a single star at midnight. Maria visibly was… Flabbergasted — so happily, tearfully flabbergasted. She wasn't the only one, too. As the Soloists and Principal Dancers needed for the Nut Bowl stepped onto the stage, each was evidently enveloped by the utter majesty of the stage. A stage where they'd perform in due time, and the HeadMistress, in charge of familiarizing them with it, helplessly smiled at their untamed display of amazement. However, as her attention moved from one dumbfounded individual to the other, Angelica's eyes fell on the Prima Ballerina then she sighed. “Oh Tessa!” While the rest moved across the stage, still soaking in its ethereal beauty, the stern Italian woman moved to the prized, overly talented yet… Saddened soloist. Unlike the rest, Tessa's portrayal of awe was short-lived since it took no less than some second
