Immediately the call disconnected, Gwendolyn swerved around to look at him, holding her phone tightly. Her countenance wasn't pleasant, she was still worried despite her father assuring her everything was fine, he just needed her to be at the hospital with her stepmom.“Is everything all right?” His brows furrowed with confusion. Seeing how worried she looked, he couldn't gauge if everything was all right.With a shake of her head, “I’m not sure. I should be heading to the hospital now. He said she needs me there like I'm a doctor. I wonder if everything is fine as he said.” She enunciated impatiently. She stepped away from the chair, and then to the exit. Lucien tagged behind her as both of them ascended the stairs together. ”Hospital? Did something happen? Did he tell you what happened?“Yes. Remember I told you she's pregnant, right? I think it's almost time. She might be feeling uncomfortable. She'll need me there. She's in her third trimester. Fuck, I'm supposed to keep my phone
As the echoes of the conference meeting faded away, leaving behind an air thick with unspoken words, the last few attendees ambled out of the hall, their footsteps becoming feeble. A palpable tension hung in the atmosphere, settling heavily on Jace's mind like a suffocating air. He remained seated, his thoughts a chaotic like a total disaster, knowing all too well that he needed to confront the unyielding silence that stretched between him and Lucien. Every time their eyes locked, a flicker of unquenchable curiosity sparkled in Lucien's gaze, silently pleading for acknowledgment. He despised not talking to his elder brother and he didn't want to be the first person to break the eerie silence.“You look like someone who just lost his first love, Jace. What's the matter? Are you going to stay angry at me forever?” Lucien's voice sliced through the stillness, a sharp voice to the thick awkwardness they had both been sidestepping for days.Jace hardly reacted to the teasing remark. His ex
After showering, she sidled across the room to his walk-in closet. She selected a long blue shirt and wore it over her pants, the shirt barely reached her thighs, and her curly hair tumbled over her shoulders. She glanced at the mirror on her way out of the closet, she noticed her nipples were conspicuous, stiffened in the shirt, but she barely cared about that. She stroked a strand of hair behind her ear and dampened her lower lip.She seemed refreshed. Their conversation replayed in her head, echoing in her mind as each word reminded her of a tingling feeling she felt earlier. When he asked if she wanted to get married, she felt the yen to say yes if it was him; remarrying him would be a wish come true, but Gwendolyn still assumed they could be fucking buddies until both of them got tired of each other. After all, she believed it would happen one day. ‘If it's you then I don't mind. ’ She hit her forehead when she recalled what she said. She only said that during the heat of the mom
“Your three days are over. Tell me, why should I accept that actress who supposedly used you?” The weight of frustration hung heavily in his mind as he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation. “How many times must I tell you that she didn’t use me? Shouldn’t you be grateful that she’s the reason I’m alive? You’re the one who refuses to accept Gwen, but I’m not marrying anyone other than her. I love her, and that should be all you need to know. Stop being such a stubborn old man.” Though Lucien’s anger had dissipated, a certain stubbornness still clouded his grandfather's acceptance of the woman he adored. He could sense that the unexpected invitation to the office was merely a prelude to their confrontation. “Of course, I'm mostly grateful for that. I would have given her a tower of gold if she was wise enough to report you missing the moment she found you. My great-grandchildren shouldn’t have a mother like her.” He declared, his voice steeped in disdain. “My children don't de
Two hours after the harrowing incident, Mr. Kane reached out to Lucien, informing him that he had just arrived at the airport and was on his way to the company. Lucien felt an unsettling tension knotting in his stomach at the thought of the meeting. Despite their many attempts to connect over the past weeks, some unforeseen obstacle always intervened. Now, with an important board meeting underway, he regretted his inability to go to the airport himself. Instead, he urged Jace to make the trip, accompanied by a few bodyguards—a precautionary action against any unexpected threats that might arise.Although anxiety gnawed at him, Lucien found solace in the skills Jace brought to the table, he trusted that he could handle the situation without a scratch on him. Every five minutes during the meeting, his phone vibrated gently on the table—texts from Jace, each one carefully crafted to reassure him of his safety. Yet, amid the flurry of updates, a flicker of doubt gnawed at him. He couldn’
“Why did you lie to me, Gwen?” Edward asked, his voice low and calm, revealing no trace of anger, but a hint of disappointment lingered in the tone.“I didn’t lie to you, Dad. I just... shared my feelings about him. If I wanted to deceive you, I wouldn’t even have mentioned who he is. I’m really sorry it took me this long, but now I can finally share everything because he's the one I want to be with. I'm not ashamed to say it.” Her heartfelt apology hung in the space between them, palpable and sincere.“Hiding the truth is just as bad as lying. You shouldn't have kept this to yourself. God, what were you thinking?” His brow furrowed slightly, concern etched on his face, though the softness of his gaze suggested a well of unshed emotions.She suppressed the urge to huff in frustration, forcing herself to maintain her composure. Tapping lightly on his mahogany office desk, she met his gaze head-on, ready to respond. “Well… if I had told you sooner, would you even believe me?”“I would.
As Margaret heard the voice of the person she had come to see, a shiver ran through her as she withdrew her sore hand, gently massaging her wrist. The redness that bloomed there was akin to the deep hue of a cherry, a stark reminder of the forceful grip that he applied when he grabbed her hand. “I’m thinking of working with Ms. Brook.” She said tentatively, her voice trembling slightly. “My company would be glad to have someone as talented as her on board if she’s willing.”“I'm afraid she’ll be rejecting your offer.” He replied sharply, his tone leaving no room for discussion. “If your company requires a model, find one through your agency, but leave her out of it.”Margaret felt the weight of his glare, the ferocity in his eyes making her heart race. There was a tempest of fury swirling within him, and the air around them seemed to thicken, pressing down on her like a suffocating shroud. As she reluctantly met his gaze, she noticed how he towered behind her, his imposing presence ov
Six years later“Yeah, that one! You're a natural!” The photographer exclaimed, his camera clicking rhythmically as he captured countless photos of her. Gwendolyn felt the familiar routine of posing wash over her, but today, an unfamiliar heaviness settled in her body, an undercurrent of stress she couldn’t quite shake off. With an instinctive grace, she lifted her chin slightly, offering a tantalizing side profile, her right hand poised just shy of her moist, nude lips, a gesture that felt both natural and intentional.“She’s truly stunning. Just look at those golden blonde hair!” One of the crew members remarked, her voice etched with admiration.A warm blush crept over Lilith’s cheeks, making her feel like she was the one being admired. Her gaze darted towards Gwendolyn, who effortlessly commanded the spotlight with her poses, exuding confidence and charm.“Do you know who she is?” A curious new worker piped up, his eyes wide with intrigue.“Mrs. Redgrave? Oh, everyone knows her!
Six years later“Yeah, that one! You're a natural!” The photographer exclaimed, his camera clicking rhythmically as he captured countless photos of her. Gwendolyn felt the familiar routine of posing wash over her, but today, an unfamiliar heaviness settled in her body, an undercurrent of stress she couldn’t quite shake off. With an instinctive grace, she lifted her chin slightly, offering a tantalizing side profile, her right hand poised just shy of her moist, nude lips, a gesture that felt both natural and intentional.“She’s truly stunning. Just look at those golden blonde hair!” One of the crew members remarked, her voice etched with admiration.A warm blush crept over Lilith’s cheeks, making her feel like she was the one being admired. Her gaze darted towards Gwendolyn, who effortlessly commanded the spotlight with her poses, exuding confidence and charm.“Do you know who she is?” A curious new worker piped up, his eyes wide with intrigue.“Mrs. Redgrave? Oh, everyone knows her!
As Margaret heard the voice of the person she had come to see, a shiver ran through her as she withdrew her sore hand, gently massaging her wrist. The redness that bloomed there was akin to the deep hue of a cherry, a stark reminder of the forceful grip that he applied when he grabbed her hand. “I’m thinking of working with Ms. Brook.” She said tentatively, her voice trembling slightly. “My company would be glad to have someone as talented as her on board if she’s willing.”“I'm afraid she’ll be rejecting your offer.” He replied sharply, his tone leaving no room for discussion. “If your company requires a model, find one through your agency, but leave her out of it.”Margaret felt the weight of his glare, the ferocity in his eyes making her heart race. There was a tempest of fury swirling within him, and the air around them seemed to thicken, pressing down on her like a suffocating shroud. As she reluctantly met his gaze, she noticed how he towered behind her, his imposing presence ov
“Why did you lie to me, Gwen?” Edward asked, his voice low and calm, revealing no trace of anger, but a hint of disappointment lingered in the tone.“I didn’t lie to you, Dad. I just... shared my feelings about him. If I wanted to deceive you, I wouldn’t even have mentioned who he is. I’m really sorry it took me this long, but now I can finally share everything because he's the one I want to be with. I'm not ashamed to say it.” Her heartfelt apology hung in the space between them, palpable and sincere.“Hiding the truth is just as bad as lying. You shouldn't have kept this to yourself. God, what were you thinking?” His brow furrowed slightly, concern etched on his face, though the softness of his gaze suggested a well of unshed emotions.She suppressed the urge to huff in frustration, forcing herself to maintain her composure. Tapping lightly on his mahogany office desk, she met his gaze head-on, ready to respond. “Well… if I had told you sooner, would you even believe me?”“I would.
Two hours after the harrowing incident, Mr. Kane reached out to Lucien, informing him that he had just arrived at the airport and was on his way to the company. Lucien felt an unsettling tension knotting in his stomach at the thought of the meeting. Despite their many attempts to connect over the past weeks, some unforeseen obstacle always intervened. Now, with an important board meeting underway, he regretted his inability to go to the airport himself. Instead, he urged Jace to make the trip, accompanied by a few bodyguards—a precautionary action against any unexpected threats that might arise.Although anxiety gnawed at him, Lucien found solace in the skills Jace brought to the table, he trusted that he could handle the situation without a scratch on him. Every five minutes during the meeting, his phone vibrated gently on the table—texts from Jace, each one carefully crafted to reassure him of his safety. Yet, amid the flurry of updates, a flicker of doubt gnawed at him. He couldn’
“Your three days are over. Tell me, why should I accept that actress who supposedly used you?” The weight of frustration hung heavily in his mind as he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation. “How many times must I tell you that she didn’t use me? Shouldn’t you be grateful that she’s the reason I’m alive? You’re the one who refuses to accept Gwen, but I’m not marrying anyone other than her. I love her, and that should be all you need to know. Stop being such a stubborn old man.” Though Lucien’s anger had dissipated, a certain stubbornness still clouded his grandfather's acceptance of the woman he adored. He could sense that the unexpected invitation to the office was merely a prelude to their confrontation. “Of course, I'm mostly grateful for that. I would have given her a tower of gold if she was wise enough to report you missing the moment she found you. My great-grandchildren shouldn’t have a mother like her.” He declared, his voice steeped in disdain. “My children don't de
After showering, she sidled across the room to his walk-in closet. She selected a long blue shirt and wore it over her pants, the shirt barely reached her thighs, and her curly hair tumbled over her shoulders. She glanced at the mirror on her way out of the closet, she noticed her nipples were conspicuous, stiffened in the shirt, but she barely cared about that. She stroked a strand of hair behind her ear and dampened her lower lip.She seemed refreshed. Their conversation replayed in her head, echoing in her mind as each word reminded her of a tingling feeling she felt earlier. When he asked if she wanted to get married, she felt the yen to say yes if it was him; remarrying him would be a wish come true, but Gwendolyn still assumed they could be fucking buddies until both of them got tired of each other. After all, she believed it would happen one day. ‘If it's you then I don't mind. ’ She hit her forehead when she recalled what she said. She only said that during the heat of the mom
As the echoes of the conference meeting faded away, leaving behind an air thick with unspoken words, the last few attendees ambled out of the hall, their footsteps becoming feeble. A palpable tension hung in the atmosphere, settling heavily on Jace's mind like a suffocating air. He remained seated, his thoughts a chaotic like a total disaster, knowing all too well that he needed to confront the unyielding silence that stretched between him and Lucien. Every time their eyes locked, a flicker of unquenchable curiosity sparkled in Lucien's gaze, silently pleading for acknowledgment. He despised not talking to his elder brother and he didn't want to be the first person to break the eerie silence.“You look like someone who just lost his first love, Jace. What's the matter? Are you going to stay angry at me forever?” Lucien's voice sliced through the stillness, a sharp voice to the thick awkwardness they had both been sidestepping for days.Jace hardly reacted to the teasing remark. His ex
Immediately the call disconnected, Gwendolyn swerved around to look at him, holding her phone tightly. Her countenance wasn't pleasant, she was still worried despite her father assuring her everything was fine, he just needed her to be at the hospital with her stepmom.“Is everything all right?” His brows furrowed with confusion. Seeing how worried she looked, he couldn't gauge if everything was all right.With a shake of her head, “I’m not sure. I should be heading to the hospital now. He said she needs me there like I'm a doctor. I wonder if everything is fine as he said.” She enunciated impatiently. She stepped away from the chair, and then to the exit. Lucien tagged behind her as both of them ascended the stairs together. ”Hospital? Did something happen? Did he tell you what happened?“Yes. Remember I told you she's pregnant, right? I think it's almost time. She might be feeling uncomfortable. She'll need me there. She's in her third trimester. Fuck, I'm supposed to keep my phone
In the next second, they were back in his bedroom, still engaged in a passionate and lips-devouring smooch. Gwendolyn could scarcely explain how he brought her back to his room, the only thing she knew was when she eventually opened her eyes to look at him, they were both on their feet near the king-size bed. His mouth left hers in a swift motion, grazing her cheek down to her neck with kisses, her body quivering with nervousness. She was feeling nervous, and at the same time, her need was about to make her lose her mind. Every time his tongue brushed on her skin, her stomach always tingled. Suddenly, his hand caressed her back slowly, vaguely searching for a string. There, he found the zip. He zipped down her gown with reluctance. Even though he already felt his erection, hardening below, he was more willing to create room for a change of heart, if she wanted. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to stop him, they had both lost their minds in the pool of lust and love.“Ah, Lucien,” She