Inside a restaurant, Lisa and Williams are sitting opposite each other.
"You really don't need to repay me; I already told you," Williams said.
Lisa nodded. Anyway, she wasn't too confident that she can repay him, although deep inside she really wants to.
"Anytime you need my help, do not hesitate to call me," she said, although she knew fully well that someone of Williams' caliber would barely need her help.
He nodded. "Sure, I will."
"But you really caught me off guard. I always believed that you are not rich, perhaps a pauper. You can't blame me; after all, you couldn't pay for your food the first time we met."
Williams was ashamed when he heard her. He cursed his luck that day, but on second thought, it's not that bad; he wouldn't have known somebody as special as Lisa if not for that incident. Yes, deep in his heart, Lisa was like a special existence.
"But why couldn't you pay for your meal that day?" she queried.
"Long story..." He briefly explained what happened that day. Lisa nodded in understanding. She strengthened her resolve to always help people, no matter how worthless they are or seem to be.
"I will be going to the airport now; I have a late-night flight," he announced.
Lisa was reluctant to part with him, but life became normal for her after the whole event.
She goes to work early and comes back late every day.
One day, Lisa was busy serving the customers.
"Lisa Oliver wants to meet you outside," a guy came in and said haughtily.
Lisa was annoyed; she recognized the guy as one of Oliver's lackeys. Oliver was the son of the restaurant owner; he had always coveted her, but she didn't give him a chance. Even when she reported it to the restaurant management, they all ignored her.
Oliver was the only son of the restaurant owner, and he doted on him too much. They didn't want to get into any trouble. A few days ago, Oliver threatened that if she refused to be his girlfriend the next time he comes, she should forget about continuing work in the restaurant.
Even though she didn't think about it seriously, she still submitted applications for jobs online since she couldn't continue bearing the harassment. Unfortunately, none of the jobs she applied for had called her.
She went outside and saw Oliver standing there with a smirk.
"So, have you made up your mind?" he asked.
"Oliver, it can't work between us. It's better you forget about it," she replied.
"Pack up your things; I don't want you to continue working here. You are an eyesore the more I see you." He turned around and started walking away. He also called the restaurant manager and told her of his wish.
Soon Lisa received a call from the restaurant manager telling her that she was fired.
Oliver was expecting to see Lisa running towards him and begging him while crying. Instead, he was disappointed when he saw her standing and looking blankly at the air.
Lisa was holding her tears because she didn't want Oliver to feel like he won.
"Lisa,"
She turned and was surprised to see Williams behind her. She quickly suppressed the tears that were about to break out from her eyes. She didn't want to show her weak side to Williams.
Williams brought her closer and hugged her tightly. He knew she was hurting right now; the only thing he could do for now was to provide a shoulder for her to cry on.
After crying for a while, she sobered up a little. He led her to his car and drove to another restaurant nearby.
"I'm sorry about the scene before," she said.
"Why are you saying sorry? We are friends after all. I saw what happened. Actually, you don't have to look for work anymore."
Lisa thought he wanted to use his connections to find a job for her, so she immediately rejected.
"No, I already owe you a favor. I can't allow you to do more for me, or I might actually be ashamed to ever look up to you," she rejected immediately.
"No, you don't owe me a thing. I haven't forgiven myself about what happened the last time. Take it as just my repayment for what I did to you."
"What happened the last time was mutual; it wasn't anybody's fault. So how can I blame you? Just forget that anything happened between us," she insisted.
Williams thought to himself that it wasn't that easy; he couldn't get the thought of her out of his head ever since that night.
"Okay, then. Can you please do me a favor? Yes, this thing I want you to do for me is actually a favor."
Lisa's eyes lit up. "I will do anything in my capability for you, Williams." She was really eager to repay him for his favor.
"It's like this: my parents want me to get married, but the thing is, I'm not ready for marriage, and besides, I don't like the girls they are introducing to me. I want us to get a fake marriage certificate; I want you to pretend to be my wife for one year. I will give you one million upfront and another one million after the one year is over," he proposed.
Lisa slowly let his words sink in. She blushed at the idea of pretending to be Williams' wife and had an impulse to reject it immediately. But on second thought, she couldn't. After all, what he did for her was such a huge thing for her, and she's ready to repay even with her life.
She bit her lips while trying to come up with a decision. Williams patiently waited for her. After a while, she sighed.
"Okay, I agree, but the money is unnecessary; take it as my way of repaying you."
"No!" he said angrily. "I already told you there's no repayment between us." He brought out a check and kept it in front of her. "This is the check for one million. If you don't accept it, then I will believe that you didn't appreciate what I did for you, deal or no deal?"
Lisa felt like she was being blackmailed, but she had no other choice.
"It's a deal then."
Rachel and Harry were the only ones standing in this clearing; after he had made that playful suggestion, the air was electric with tension between them. Her heart leaped into her throat as she looked up at him, uncertain whether he was joking or not. The ritual still buzzed through her mind like energy, exhilarating but baffling. Stronger-that much was obvious-but emotionally speaking, everything felt heavier than before."A kiss?" Rachel repeated, her eyes searching Harry's face for a clue as to whether he meant it.Harry gave a half-smile, still playful, but his eyes flickered; a glimpse of something more shone from those depths. "I mean, it's not compulsory, but I thought it would be a nice way to show appreciation," he teased lightly; his voice softened as he added, "Only if you want to, of course."Rachel bit her lip, feeling this weird mix of emotions. She had known Harry for so long, always seeing him as a close friend, the person who'd always been there for her. But now, with
Chapter SevenRachel's heart was pounding as she stood perfectly still. Harry's words hung there in the air between them weighted with an unexpected importance. A kiss? The idea had come from left field. They were only friends, allies in that weird, shared journey of theirs. But something about this moment felt different.She looked deep into his face, into his eyes-trying to find some sign that he was teasing, but those eyes were all but somber, quiet, yet serious."Harry." Rachel tried to begin, but her voice faded, not knowing how she should continue.Harry, sensing the air was a little tense, unbent. He smiled, but his eyes still held a little sadness in them, as if he hadn't expected her to say yes anyway. "I'm just teasing, Rachel," he lied, faking a chuckle. "You don't have to kiss me. It's just.I wanted to lighten things up a bit.Rachel let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. But even though Harry had laughed it off, the atmosphere between them had subtly change
Chapter Eight Rachel's POVThe heavy feeling of Harry's confession remained in my mind, even after I had closed the door behind him. Somehow, I felt an emptiness within my stomach, as if he'd taken a piece of me with him. His honesty had come right out of the blue, after such a huge day. I had so many questions, yet had absolutely no idea where to begin in finding the answers.I wandered back into the darkened living room, skimming my fingers over an old photo frame on the mantle-my parents. Their faces, frozen in a faded smile, seemed a distant echo of a life I no longer knew. The ritual, Harry's words, the power…all so rapidly changing.Night wore on and my exhaustion tugged at me. I barely made it to my bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, my mind foggy with remnants of my day. The picture of the old man's wrinkled face, his warning cryptic, wouldn't leave my head: "To gain power, you must let go of something precious."What had I lost? Or worse-what was I going to lose?---I
The relentless downpour outside mirrored the storm inside Lisa’s heart. Rain blurred the city skyline, streaking the towering windows of the penthouse as though mocking the tears she refused to shed. Lisa stared at her suitcase on the bed, her hands trembling as she folded the last item of clothing.This was it.Leaving had been a fleeting thought in the past—when the weight of their “fake” marriage had become too much or when Williams’s coldness pierced her heart. But each time, she had stayed, clinging to the hope that there was something real between them. That hope had shattered the moment he placed the photos on the table, his gaze hard and accusing.“Explain this,” he had demanded.The betrayal she’d seen in his eyes had cut deeper than the words themselves. She had tried to explain—how the man in the photos was her cousin, how their meeting had been innocent. But he hadn’t believed her. The seed of doubt Morgan had planted had grown into a twisted vine, choking the fragile conn
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock. Williams sat in his study, the report from David lying open in front of him. The truth stared back at him, mocking him with its simplicity.Her cousin. The man in the photographs—the supposed evidence of Lisa’s betrayal—was her cousin, Jason Hart. A name, a history, even a picture of them together at family gatherings filled the file.Williams let out a heavy breath, his head sinking into his hands. How had he let it come to this?It wasn’t the evidence that haunted him the most, though. It was the memory of Lisa’s face the night she left. The pain in her eyes, the tremble in her voice, the way her words had hit him like a physical blow.“I thought we were building something real, Williams. But I can’t keep fighting alone.”He had replayed those words countless times over the past three months, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. He had destroyed the one thing he hadn’t even realized he couldn’t live without—her trust.
Lisa adjusted her chair in the spacious living room of the O’Connell estate, her sketchpad perched on her knees. The designs she worked on for her fashion class were coming together nicely, but she couldn’t shake the growing tension in the house. Despite her best efforts to be polite and gracious, the hostility from Williams’ mother, Stacy, and Morgan was relentless. Every cutting remark, every snide comment about her background, chipped away at her composure.Her pencil hesitated mid-stroke as the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She turned to see Williams walking in, his expression unreadable. His silence lately had been unsettling, and the unspoken distance between them gnawed at her.“Is everything alright?” Lisa asked hesitantly, closing her sketchpad.Instead of answering, Williams pulled a small envelope from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. His movements were deliberate, almost too calm, which made Lisa’s stomach churn.“What’s this?” she asked, leaning forwa
The night was heavy with silence. Lisa lay on her side, staring at the darkened ceiling of her bedroom. Sleep refused to come, her mind replaying the confrontation with Williams over and over. His accusations had cut deeper than she’d expected, not because of the words themselves, but because of what they revealed: he didn’t trust her. By morning, her decision was made. She couldn’t stay. Not like this. Lisa spent the early hours packing her belongings into a single suitcase. She moved quietly, not wanting to alert anyone in the house. Her resolve faltered only once, as she folded a scarf Williams had bought her during one of their rare, carefree moments. For a brief second, she let herself remember the man he was before his doubts poisoned everything. But the sting of his mistrust was stronger than the memory of his kindness. When Williams woke up later that morning, he found Lisa’s room empty. Panic shot through him as he searched the house, but she was nowhere to be found. H
The penthouse in the heart of Manhattan felt colder and emptier than it ever had. Williams O’Connell sat in his office, the city skyline stretching beyond the windows. The man who once commanded boardrooms and navigated billion-dollar deals now felt lost in his own life. Lisa’s absence gnawed at him. It had been two months since she left, and in that time, the world had lost its color. Her laughter, her resilience, and the way she challenged him had become the only things he truly valued. Now, they were gone. He poured himself a drink, though it was only midday, and stared at the photograph that had caused the rift between them. The picture of Lisa with another man—a photo that Morgan had so conveniently sent him—lay on his desk. He had stared at it for weeks, dissecting every detail, until the truth finally emerged. The man was Lisa’s cousin. The realization had struck him like a lightning bolt. The love of his life had been accused, mistrusted, and driven away because of his
The penthouse in the heart of Manhattan felt colder and emptier than it ever had. Williams O’Connell sat in his office, the city skyline stretching beyond the windows. The man who once commanded boardrooms and navigated billion-dollar deals now felt lost in his own life. Lisa’s absence gnawed at him. It had been two months since she left, and in that time, the world had lost its color. Her laughter, her resilience, and the way she challenged him had become the only things he truly valued. Now, they were gone. He poured himself a drink, though it was only midday, and stared at the photograph that had caused the rift between them. The picture of Lisa with another man—a photo that Morgan had so conveniently sent him—lay on his desk. He had stared at it for weeks, dissecting every detail, until the truth finally emerged. The man was Lisa’s cousin. The realization had struck him like a lightning bolt. The love of his life had been accused, mistrusted, and driven away because of his
The night was heavy with silence. Lisa lay on her side, staring at the darkened ceiling of her bedroom. Sleep refused to come, her mind replaying the confrontation with Williams over and over. His accusations had cut deeper than she’d expected, not because of the words themselves, but because of what they revealed: he didn’t trust her. By morning, her decision was made. She couldn’t stay. Not like this. Lisa spent the early hours packing her belongings into a single suitcase. She moved quietly, not wanting to alert anyone in the house. Her resolve faltered only once, as she folded a scarf Williams had bought her during one of their rare, carefree moments. For a brief second, she let herself remember the man he was before his doubts poisoned everything. But the sting of his mistrust was stronger than the memory of his kindness. When Williams woke up later that morning, he found Lisa’s room empty. Panic shot through him as he searched the house, but she was nowhere to be found. H
Lisa adjusted her chair in the spacious living room of the O’Connell estate, her sketchpad perched on her knees. The designs she worked on for her fashion class were coming together nicely, but she couldn’t shake the growing tension in the house. Despite her best efforts to be polite and gracious, the hostility from Williams’ mother, Stacy, and Morgan was relentless. Every cutting remark, every snide comment about her background, chipped away at her composure.Her pencil hesitated mid-stroke as the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She turned to see Williams walking in, his expression unreadable. His silence lately had been unsettling, and the unspoken distance between them gnawed at her.“Is everything alright?” Lisa asked hesitantly, closing her sketchpad.Instead of answering, Williams pulled a small envelope from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. His movements were deliberate, almost too calm, which made Lisa’s stomach churn.“What’s this?” she asked, leaning forwa
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock. Williams sat in his study, the report from David lying open in front of him. The truth stared back at him, mocking him with its simplicity.Her cousin. The man in the photographs—the supposed evidence of Lisa’s betrayal—was her cousin, Jason Hart. A name, a history, even a picture of them together at family gatherings filled the file.Williams let out a heavy breath, his head sinking into his hands. How had he let it come to this?It wasn’t the evidence that haunted him the most, though. It was the memory of Lisa’s face the night she left. The pain in her eyes, the tremble in her voice, the way her words had hit him like a physical blow.“I thought we were building something real, Williams. But I can’t keep fighting alone.”He had replayed those words countless times over the past three months, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. He had destroyed the one thing he hadn’t even realized he couldn’t live without—her trust.
The relentless downpour outside mirrored the storm inside Lisa’s heart. Rain blurred the city skyline, streaking the towering windows of the penthouse as though mocking the tears she refused to shed. Lisa stared at her suitcase on the bed, her hands trembling as she folded the last item of clothing.This was it.Leaving had been a fleeting thought in the past—when the weight of their “fake” marriage had become too much or when Williams’s coldness pierced her heart. But each time, she had stayed, clinging to the hope that there was something real between them. That hope had shattered the moment he placed the photos on the table, his gaze hard and accusing.“Explain this,” he had demanded.The betrayal she’d seen in his eyes had cut deeper than the words themselves. She had tried to explain—how the man in the photos was her cousin, how their meeting had been innocent. But he hadn’t believed her. The seed of doubt Morgan had planted had grown into a twisted vine, choking the fragile conn
Chapter Eight Rachel's POVThe heavy feeling of Harry's confession remained in my mind, even after I had closed the door behind him. Somehow, I felt an emptiness within my stomach, as if he'd taken a piece of me with him. His honesty had come right out of the blue, after such a huge day. I had so many questions, yet had absolutely no idea where to begin in finding the answers.I wandered back into the darkened living room, skimming my fingers over an old photo frame on the mantle-my parents. Their faces, frozen in a faded smile, seemed a distant echo of a life I no longer knew. The ritual, Harry's words, the power…all so rapidly changing.Night wore on and my exhaustion tugged at me. I barely made it to my bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, my mind foggy with remnants of my day. The picture of the old man's wrinkled face, his warning cryptic, wouldn't leave my head: "To gain power, you must let go of something precious."What had I lost? Or worse-what was I going to lose?---I
Chapter SevenRachel's heart was pounding as she stood perfectly still. Harry's words hung there in the air between them weighted with an unexpected importance. A kiss? The idea had come from left field. They were only friends, allies in that weird, shared journey of theirs. But something about this moment felt different.She looked deep into his face, into his eyes-trying to find some sign that he was teasing, but those eyes were all but somber, quiet, yet serious."Harry." Rachel tried to begin, but her voice faded, not knowing how she should continue.Harry, sensing the air was a little tense, unbent. He smiled, but his eyes still held a little sadness in them, as if he hadn't expected her to say yes anyway. "I'm just teasing, Rachel," he lied, faking a chuckle. "You don't have to kiss me. It's just.I wanted to lighten things up a bit.Rachel let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. But even though Harry had laughed it off, the atmosphere between them had subtly change
Rachel and Harry were the only ones standing in this clearing; after he had made that playful suggestion, the air was electric with tension between them. Her heart leaped into her throat as she looked up at him, uncertain whether he was joking or not. The ritual still buzzed through her mind like energy, exhilarating but baffling. Stronger-that much was obvious-but emotionally speaking, everything felt heavier than before."A kiss?" Rachel repeated, her eyes searching Harry's face for a clue as to whether he meant it.Harry gave a half-smile, still playful, but his eyes flickered; a glimpse of something more shone from those depths. "I mean, it's not compulsory, but I thought it would be a nice way to show appreciation," he teased lightly; his voice softened as he added, "Only if you want to, of course."Rachel bit her lip, feeling this weird mix of emotions. She had known Harry for so long, always seeing him as a close friend, the person who'd always been there for her. But now, with
Inside a restaurant, Lisa and Williams are sitting opposite each other."You really don't need to repay me; I already told you," Williams said.Lisa nodded. Anyway, she wasn't too confident that she can repay him, although deep inside she really wants to."Anytime you need my help, do not hesitate to call me," she said, although she knew fully well that someone of Williams' caliber would barely need her help.He nodded. "Sure, I will.""But you really caught me off guard. I always believed that you are not rich, perhaps a pauper. You can't blame me; after all, you couldn't pay for your food the first time we met."Williams was ashamed when he heard her. He cursed his luck that day, but on second thought, it's not that bad; he wouldn't have known somebody as special as Lisa if not for that incident. Yes, deep in his heart, Lisa was like a special existence."But why couldn't you pay for your meal that day?" she queried."Long story..." He briefly explained what happened that day. Lisa