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His 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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“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
Last Updated : 2024-01-17His Untouchable Super Wife Letting Her Emotions Out
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
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“And…and that stranger…he saved me. I hate that, Doreen! I hate crying so much! I hate being a crybaby! I hate my-”Tessa wasn't able to complete that last word before Doreen unexpectedly kissed the red tip of her pointed nose. Her teary eyes widened in absolute shock, and maybe it was the deep immense comfort she felt from being around him, or the relaxation she felt from his aura…. Tessa couldn't tell. But she was trying so, so difficult to control herself from hugging him tightly, so clenched her fists and clenched her fists hard. Her eyes were shut, but once his lips parted from her nose, she opened them slowly and then looked elsewhere. Close — their faces were extremely close, and the sheer, unarguable glister of affection in his eyes felt like sadness was being extracted from her soul. Doreen had to lean in closer due to their height difference and seeing her cry so much because of some girls, he'd be damned not to find and deal with them. For causing his Angel to cry this
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“So…he didn't eat before leaving?” She questioned with an evident worried expression. Tessa was late for her ballet classes. One could say the excess comfort she felt during her last night's slumber made her oblivious to time. Well, that would be far from the truth. Laying next to Doreen was truly… divine. Her troubles, issues, and sadness surprisingly turned to a distant dot in her mind whenever she was close to him — it was a feeling she had never felt throughout her lifetime. Even when with Tony — it wasn't that way. Tessa, the moment she rushed into her room, had half an hour or so to calm herself down — by herself she meant her accelerating heart. Recollections of their embrace and heartfelt conversation in her room last night were so humiliating. She thought about it for so long that she became forgetful of time. Now Tessa ought to hurry the hell to the Ballet Academy, yet once the maid Sophia informed her about the Master's refusal to eat, she couldn't. “Uh-huh. Same th
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was the first time she'd be coming to the W Empire, and hell…!The largeness and elegance of the skyscraper surpassed her expectations excessively. The fact that Doreen managed something as jaw dropping as this was highly applaudable. Tessa sincerely would have gotten lost, but due to Klaus' presence and guidance, she thrived in locating the President's office. Her encounter with those two men who bore striking resemblance with Doreen creeped her out. He was always expressionless, and seemingly heartless, yet his aura was intimidatingly kind. But those men — heck; Tessa felt the one with the cigarette eye raping her. It was uncomfortable. Thank heavens Doreen showed up in time, and currently, as he pulled her softly into his office, she helplessly smiled. His touch or hold was always so gentle. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” Like a true gentleman, Doreen opened the glass door of his office for her. “Well…” A cheeky smile played on her lips as she drawled while walking
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His Untouchable Super Wife Forever And Always, Angel
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
His Untouchable Super Wife The Nut Bowl
One would predict the atmosphere of a prison visitation room to be moderately tense. Especially when the inmate was one's birth mother, and got sentenced to prison for quite a significant time due to horrendous charges such as emotional manipulation, coercion, exploitation, and abuse of power. Alongside the rest, the father and twin brother. They've been thrown into prison for weeks. Yet, an ounce of that didn't linger either inhaled. Such calmness wasn't derived from the presence of two female guards stationed at the door, nor the solid glass barrier hindering the inmate from the prisoner. None of that was the cause of her composure — Francess had nothing to be troubled about when her dear friend, Tessa, was seated by her side. “Are you… anxious?” Both were settled on the worn out plastic chairs with backs and seats a shade of faded gray and her hand — placed on the counter got covered by a delicate one. It belonged to Tessa. Those blue eyes — warm and gentle, crinkled at the
His Untouchable Super Wife Into The Light
“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
His Untouchable Super Wife I Love You
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.
His Untouchable Super Wife Alive Again
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
His Untouchable Super Wife Wanting The Truth
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
His Untouchable Super Wife Missing Him
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
