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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“Do you lack a brain? Cos, it is unclear to me why anyone can't comprehend simple orders! Or you're retarded ?” Olivia, the pink-haired one from the Ballet Academy and also Maria's friend, scoffed. “Maybe Master Doreen's fucked her brains out!” Silvana, her twin sister and also a dancer at the Ballet Academy, remarked. “I'm…” Tessa found it so difficult to apologize — her tongue felt so heavy as she tried to utter those words. Yet…she did. “Forgive me for messing up the order. I'll take care of this mess and bring another.” Causally and calmly, Tessa spoke. It irritated Maria so, so much. She overheard Madam Angelica speaking with Doreen on the phone about Tessa's work. It was effortless to find out where she worked. They came here to torment her, but it seemed like Tessa would be damned to let them overflow her emotions. “No! I want to speak to the owner or whatever runs this shithole!” Maria stood then yelled with a frown. The few customers glanced at her — what was
The ride back to the penthouse entailed… silence. Although none said a thing, it was evident each had bottled up feelings yet was uncertain of how to say it.The green-eyed handsome devil for once was greatly worried about the beauty sitting beside him. Her eyes were pinned on the partially shut window, and surely, Tessa was in no mood to speak. Starting a conversation with one that was uninterested was hard, and Doreen being a man of few words that he has always been, felt conflicted. What's the reason for her silence? — did that blond bastard say or do something to her?Doreen hated Francisco D'Arcy — a man who ruled an entertainment industry just like W Empire. Expect Fran can never, and will never, be greater than theirs. One would assume the amonsiyty between the two gorgeous men was deprived of the zeal to be the best — well, that wasn't wholly the cause. There was a much deeper history between the Williams family and the D'Arcy. Doreen's eyes were barely focused on the roa