We went to George's house because he wanted to talk to Alex and Carlton and he wanted us to have a family dinner. After dinner, I took a stroll, waiting for Carlton when Laura showed up next to me, walking with me. What does she want now? I ignored her presence. "How is your new life?" she asked casually. "You know best," I replied, still ignoring her. I heard her laugh, but I couldn't figure out what was funny. "I don't know if you know, but the Williams organize a charity gala every year. I suppose you know what that means," she continued, undeterred by my silence. Still ignoring her, I listened as she explained, "Well, it's been a hassle since I became in charge. George brought up the idea of you assisting me, and I think it's a good idea." Assisting her? I guess it's better than being caged at home all day. I nodded but still didn't look at her. "Great! I will let you know what you need to do later. Since you agreed, I have a surprise for you. You will love it," she announced
"Ah, Mr. Williams, I thought you were out of town," Michael said, as Carlton approached with an eerie stillness, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. "I won't see you out; you may leave," Carlton said, his gaze piercing through me, making my throat dry with apprehension."Right, Ms. Williams. I'll see you next time," Michael hastily replied, sensing the tension in the air. I nodded at him, silently urging him to leave before he ended up like the bodyguard. As he departed, Carlton's eyes shot daggers after him.With Michael gone, Carlton closed the distance between us. I met his gaze head-on, folding my arms defiantly, bracing myself for whatever accusations he had in store for me about being with Michael. I had plenty to say myself.I maintained my composure, refusing to flinch under his scrutiny. After a tense silence, he finally spoke, "Go to your room." his voice eerily calm. Was he going to lock me up again? Or worse?"No, if you have anything to say, say it here," I challen
CARLTON"Where the heck is she?" I growled, my frustration boiling over as I grabbed Laura's arm and dragged her to a secluded corner."Oh, you mean that stripper? She left. I don't know where she is," Laura shrugged nonchalantly, but her indifference only fueled my anger.I released her arm and tightened my grip around her throat, my fury bubbling to the surface. "If anything happens to her, I'm going to rip your face apart," I spat, my voice dripping with menace."You wouldn't hurt a woman," she laughed mockingly, but her laughter only fueled the fire burning within me."Wait and see," I hissed, releasing her with a shove before storming out of the penthouse in search of her.Where is she? I raced to Sultry Siren, but she wasn't there. I checked her old apartment, but she wasn't there either. Her phone was dead, and despite calling the security company, there was still no sign of her."Is she home?" I demanded when I called Anne, my frustration mounting with each passing second."No,
SAMANTHAMy palms grew sweaty 'cause it was my first time on a live interview. Carlton was engrossed in conversation with a woman, and I scanned the room, observing the bustling activity of people focused on cameras, lights, and sound equipment. Suddenly, Carlton ceased his discussion and approached me."Are you still nervous?" he inquired, his tone surprisingly gentle."No," I replied unconvincingly, the nerves evident in my voice."Let me know if you are uncomfortable."Just then, a young black woman with a sleek black bob approached us."Carlton! How have you been?" she exclaimed, moving in for a hug, but Carlton halted her before she could complete the gesture. Judging by her use of his first name, she seemed quite close to him."It would be disrespectful to hug me like that in front of my wife," he informed her, causing my cheeks to heat. "Oh, I apologize for that," the woman responded."Samantha, meet Stella Stone. She will be interviewing us today," Carlton introduced."Hi," I
The car stopped in front of the company. "I gotta do some work. You're coming, it won't take long." Carlton said. I thought we were going home, but nope. Ashley, his secretary, was outside. "Mr. Williams, big problem," she said, looking worried. "Brief me," Carlton said. We went inside. ""The new face cream has bad reviews. People are saying it burns their skin," Ashley explained, closing the door behind her. "What? We tested it, right?" Carlton inquired. "Yeah, but it seemed fine at the time," Ashley responded. I settled into the chair across from Carlton's desk. "Our stocks are taking a hit," Ashley continued. "Can I take a look at the cream?" I requested, rising from my seat. My dad used to create skincare products, so I have some knowledge about them, but I don't think it will be enough to solve this issue. "Here," she said, handing me the product. "What were the complaints?" I asked Ashley, scanning the ingredients on the product. "After applying, skin burns occ
DAYS LATER.I became the head of the research and development department. Carlton also stopped having so much control over my life. I have my own car now, a Porsche, so I can go anywhere I want. But before I leave, I have to inform him first in case anything goes wrong — even though he is just overprotective and I'm not really in danger. And yeah, I also have a curfew.I stepped out of my car and locked it. Approaching the building, I saw someone causing a commotion. I moved closer to see Josh. I widened my eyes and quickly ran to the security guards holding him back."Sorry, I know him," I whispered. They released him, and I dragged him to a corner."What are you doing here?" I asked."You didn't reply to my text, amor," he said."Stop calling me that!" I raised my voice a little."You look so pretty, remember those days, me and you..." He bit his lip, which made my stomach turn in disgust."Leave, right now.""Your daughter has arrhythmia.""What do you mean by my daughter has arrhy
CARLTONI entered the dimly lit warehouse, my footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. As I approached Josh, bound to the chair, blood staining his face.I grabbed a nearby chair and positioned it in front of him, my gaze icy. His eyes met mine, a mixture of fear and defiance flickering within them. "You disgust me. You separated a mother and daughter since birth, you should have just kept it to yourself instead of telling Samantha, you should deal with the guilt yourself and die with it.""Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" He laughed manically. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out at him then and there."You can't kill me. If you wanted to, you would have, maybe you are scared.""Partly true, if I wanted to kill you, I would have. But I have a limit to the amount of blood that can get on my hands. I happen to have a friend that can deal with you," I replied, a cold smirk spreading across my lips as I turned to faced one of my men."Take him
SAMANTHAHe should have told me I had a child! I would have moved mountains to provide for her, to be a mother to her. But no, he kept it a secret, leaving me in the dark while our daughter suffered. The thought of her tiny hands and feet, her innocent eyes, being neglected by him and the cold orphanage, it's a constant torment. A heavy weight of guilt crushes my chest, making it hard to breathe. If I ever lay eyes on Josh again, I might kill him. I'm still torn, but I signed a contract. George's 64th birthday party was held at the penthouse; Carlton wanted to go alone, but George specifically asked for both of us. He'd been awfully quiet since everyone found out I was a stripper; maybe he wanted to talk about it. We arrived at the penthouse; George wanted his birthday to be between family, but Laura instead invited more people. Laura is a dickhead. I dislike her even more now; her name makes me want to puke, the last person I want to see tonight was her. Immediately we got to the pen