Rominic's viewpointGoing shopping for girls is nothing but pure torture. I, at least, thought that since my daughters were kids, they would be easy to deal with but I was wrong. Not only did Savia and Serenity love to dress up, but they knew exactly what they wanted so they were extremely picky. They would never accept something if they didn't like it. They had their own style of dressing at their age and were determined to stick to them. Zach and Zyaire were the same. They knew what they wanted but didn't find the available clothes good enough. Zayne didn't know what he wanted so it was one hell of a battle trying to figure out what he'd like.Then Stacy joined and I was thrown into hell.They were worse than my sisters and mother combined. Damn, they were bossy little brats! I was tired and struggling with a nasty headache but they didn't seem to notice."Not that one, Daddy, that pretty pink one," Serenity huffed with annoyance. I was supposed to help her pick a pair of shoes from
Rominic's viewpoint"Good evening, Mom!"Lavender nodded, her eyes still fixed on what she was doing. Her hair was weaved back into three big fancy braids and she had some green stuff all over her face. "Welcome home, kids, how was your day?" Is that my shirt?"Mommy, are those our books?" Serenity asked, jumping on the sofa next to her mother. She stretched her hand out and poked the green stuff. "Can I get a face mask too, Mommy?"Lavender nodded. "Your grandmother is mixing more in the kitchen. You can ask her to make it for you too," Serenity jumped down from the chair and ran to the kitchen. Lavender was distracted. I continued to stare at the shirt on her body. It was my favorite green shirt but the edge of the sleeves had been tinted pink, the same with the hem. I wouldn't have recognized the shirt if it wasn't for my initials that were written on the collar.Zyaire stood beside her and bent, trying to get her attention. "Mom, are these our books?" I breathed with relief when I
To say the least, my life was going fantastic. In case you didn't get it, that was sarcasm. As much as I liked how my children were happy, I hated how close they were getting to him and how much I had to pretend like I was okay with it. Zachary was easier to bribe than I thought. In less than a week, he was already worshiping the ground his father walked on. Why? His father had intelligence and I didn't. His father let him use his laboratory and I didn't even have anything related to a lab. His father gave him a credit card and was teaching them how to drive. I didn't have a car.I was against the children learning about driving. Stacy brought the idea up when she sought approval to teach Zayne how to drive. I refused but Rominic thought it was a good idea and accepted. The children were all for it so it was seven against one. Stacy was in charge of teaching Zayne. Kara taught them in Rominic's absence, except Savia who wanted to learn from her grandfather for some reason. Rominic too
Everything was almost still the same. The company was still the way I redesigned it. I smiled as I walked behind him, looking around my work. It was the first thing I did when we were still friends. He complained that he didn't like how his company looked because his father allowed his sister to remodel it as a birthday wish. His sister did badly at it knowing fully well he hated it. I offered to help him. He was skeptical at first because I wasn't a professional, but I sure showed him and everyone else that I was good at redecoration.Then, I thought I really impressed him with my hard work and that helped my campaign to win his heart. Little did I know he was going to ask me out anyway as part of his scheme."Welcome, Mr. Verlice." The greeting went on and on. The curious eyes of the workers were fixed on the fat lady behind their boss, who looked like she was plucked out of an evil novel. Yeah, I get it."Lavender," Stacy called joyfully, approaching us with a wide smile. It took m
Lavender's viewpointPhineas, the only guy who successfully became Rominic's friend when they were young and the only man who could stand up to his sisters. It wasn't because he was all-powerful, but because he was damn right fearless. He wasn't afraid of anything. Literally. There was one time a python ended up in front of him when we went camping. Phineas sat there nonchalantly staring straight into its eyes before Rominic shot it. Then afterward, he shrugged it off like nothing.Phineas' sky-blue eyes brightened with mischief as he stared at me. I scoffed and looked at Stacy. "I need to go. Trouble has come to find me,"The expression on Stacy's face made it clear she didn't like Phineas either. I didn't hate him, I just didn't like how bold, fearless, and annoying he was. There has to be something that scares a person, but Phineas has none. And even if he did have, he was a master at hiding his fears.I tried to walk past him but he captured me. His arms went around my waist and h
I drummed my fingers on my folded arm as I watched the lady struggle to put her clothes back on. If it was in the past, I would have reacted by crying and running away, but I couldn't be bothered enough to run away and I was able to observe the situation before judging. The naked woman was about to get her head torn by a laptop when I walked in. Rominic already had the laptop in the air, ready to throw it at her head and the rage on his face was enough to make me shiver with fear. I wasn't exactly sure how the situation ended up like that, and I didn't want to pry.The lady barely slipped on her skirt before Phineas grabbed her roughly by the arm and started dragging her out. "Miss Silver," Rominic called spitefully, glaring murderously at her. I wouldn't want to be her. "Do be kind and tell your father that he'll hear from me soon for his generous gift,""My father didn't send me!" The girl yelled distraughtly. "Sir, please—""Leave," he snapped. Phineas dragged the girl out as she p
I walked to the elevator, rubbing my forehead from exhaustion. I pressed the button and the door slid open for me. I was about to walk inside when someone called my name. I turned around and saw that it was Giovanna. She seemed to have changed out of her previous clothes and was wearing something similar to a man's jacket. I raised a brow as she approached me.Giovanna looked at her body and laughed. "Someone spilled coffee on me so I changed out of my clothes. I always carry a spare," she explained. I nodded. She looked at the elevator and back at me. "Work already ended for the day,""The boss sent me on an errand. As you can see," I showed her my phone and my wallet, "I didn't carry my things. I'm signing out for the day,""Oh," she looked at her wristwatch. "Wanna go together?" I shook my head negatively. I liked that she was friendly but I didn't know her at all and I still had trust issues.Giovanna shrugged and started to walk away. "See you tomorrow, Laverne… Can I call you th
"Take a seat if you wish to," he said coldly and walked out of the room. I stared after him, rubbing my ass as I whimpered. He was acting quite cold. It wasn't like he used to be. Rominic was the sweetest… okay, facade, I get it.I sighed and stood up, groaning as the pain shot from my butt cheeks to my knees and elbows. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my sweater over my head, and tossed it on the leather mid-century modern sofa, the only one in the office that could fit four semi-fat people. I sat down on it and wiggled my throbbing ass for comfort."Bastard," I didn't even know whether to be angry or cry from the pain and humiliation, so I just chose both. Cry in rage. It would be so easy to kill him, we were alone after all. But I couldn't. Working together was a bad idea, but again, I couldn't quit. I needed to lay a good example for Zachary. If I quit, he'd know and distance himself from his father. As tempting as the situation was, I prefer not to.I never got the love of my fathe