GloryCharles and I were in the living room patiently waiting for Harald and Candace to talk in their bedroom, but only one of us was really patient there, as I was on edge, afraid of what was going to happen in a few moments. The scenario in which Candace came down the stairs and came to reveal the whole truth to Charles was still screaming in my mind, leaving me with a huge internal panic. I sipped my chamomile tea, so I could try to calm myself down. I couldn't freak out there, not in front of Charles; he didn't know that the matter involving his son and his daughter-in-law involved me up to my neck, so naturally he would not understand if I freaked out here in front of him; I had to do my best to hold myself together; this chamomile tea had to keep me help in some way; my tranquilizers had to have some effect. “Is everything okay with you, dear?" Charles asked with a somewhat suspicious and worried look. The wrinkle on his face became more pronounced as he furrowed his eyebrow.
GloryOf course, I couldn't sleep that night; my nerves were on edge, and I had too many things to think about at the same time. Could it be that now that Candace knew the truth about Harald and me, she would be teasing me like she did earlier today just to spite me? If the answer was yes, then my life would become hell from now on. I was staring at the ceiling of my room, listening to Charles snoring and sleeping next to me. It was impossible to go to sleep like that.So my cell phone vibrated at that moment, indicating that I had received a text message. I picked it up to see that it was from Harald. “I'm waiting for you down here,” the message said. I sighed and got out of bed cautiously so as not to wake Charles, as I didn't want to have to invent a story for him explaining why I was still awake at such a time, I put on my nightgown and left the room with the intention of going to the outside area of the mansion. That place was huge, so Harald and I always found a way to sneak i
GloryBruce knew about the relationship between me and Harald, and to take advantage, Harald had to give up his shares to his brother in exchange for silence, but now he had broken the agreement just because of Candace. Bruce was so vile; he was definitely not a trustworthy person, as agreements were valid as long as they suited him. Harald walked over to him with his fists clenched. I hid among the bushes so as not to arouse the suspicion of anyone awake at such a time. “Hey, Bruce. I'm at home. Did you miss me?” Harald asked as he approached his brother. Bruce was staggering, being supported by his driver. When he noticed Harald, he laughed mockingly. “I see you’ve already run away to catch up in the arms of our dear stepmother, brother. So why do you still need me to miss you at all?” he asked mockingly. “You damn son of a bitch!” Harald shouted, going over to Bruce and punching him squarely in the face. Destabilized, Bruce fell to the ground, and his driver couldn't do anything
NancyLas VegasThat morning, I felt an urgency to talk to my son; I really missed him and Amber, who was studying fashion in New York. The last time I had spoken to her, she had pressured me to return to the Mortons' house, to Bruce and the life I led there; she had ignored the fact that I was hurt and resentful for finding out about Bruce's betrayal; she was a little selfish in caring just with her image on social media, no matter how hard she was working on it, I was also human and had my rights. However, I wasn't mad at her; she was my daughter after all, and it was kind of my fault that she had become a spoiled and arrogant girl. My children's father made them live immersed in so much luxury and perks that naturally my children ended up acquiring all this arrogance. I felt guilty because as their mother, I had to be stronger and show my children the real side of life so that they could grow up knowing that they should treat people well, and be more condescending and kind to thos
Nancy“Oh my God, what a beautiful smile you have! So my heart can't take it; I'm going to melt for you,” Jake said with his hand on his heart and a silly expression, approaching the balcony of the restaurant where I was facing the High Roller. I ended up laughing at his expression. “What made you so happy?” He asked, lightly adjusting the strap of my dress. “It’s my son; I was talking to him. He said he would love to come here and go in there,” I replied, pointing to the Ferris wheel. “Hmm, it would be an interesting experience; I can’t wait to meet my stepson,” he commented, hugging me by the shoulders. I put my arms around his waist, and we clung to each other. I had to lift my head to look at him. He stroked my hair affectionately, and there was a smile from ear to ear on my face. “Would you two get along?” I asked teasingly. He and I didn't sit down to discuss our relationship; we were just living one day at a time in each other's company, getting to know each other better, an
NancyAt that moment, when Jake and I were still hugging each other facing the High Roller, lost in our own thoughts and fears, my cell phone rang. When I checked who it was, I saw that it was Bruce. I sighed and looked at Jake. “It is Bruce; I need to talk to him to see if he'll let Peter come here,” I told him, pointing to the cell phone. He nodded. “Of course, you can talk to him,” he replied. I walked away from him a little while answering the cell phone. “Hello, Bruce.”“Is it true that you want Peter to go to Las Vegas?” he asked. “Yes, I miss him, and he misses me,” I replied. “You know I can’t allow my son to go there, right?” he said, already making me sigh in disgust. “And why not, Bruce?”“If you want to see your son, then come back to Denver. Besides, your anger at me is already getting too long; It's high time you came back here,” he said without any qualms. “Bruce, you have to clear one thing up. I'm not going back there; There's nothing good for me there except P
AmberI was smiling at the camera in front of me while a look controlled the views of my live broadcast that only went up. Five minutes on live had already passed, and around ten thousand people were watching me; that number was already big, but I knew that more people were going to join it. They said it was refreshing to start at the bottom and gradually grow at work, but the fact that I was rich and had a standard appearance had definitely been a big driver in my reaching my beloved five million followers on social media. "Oh my Gosh! We are already more than ten thousand people here! More than ten thousand little hearts are watching me... You make me so happy,” I said to them with a friendly smile on my face. “I love you, Amber,” the comments said. “You’re so skinny.”“You are my favorite idol!”The red heart emojis only increased for me, demonstrating how much my audience loved me; they adored me and presented me with so much money, even though they knew I didn't even need the
AmberAs agreed, I went to the mall to meet my girl friends, a bunch of girls who led lives similar to the life I led. They were Trisha, Millie, and Haley, my three friends who participated in my life. They were all influencers too, but they all had smaller followers compared to me, although they all had more than a million followers. For example, Haley, a pretty redheaded girl with light eyes who created lifestyle digital content, had 3.5 million followers; Millie, the dark-haired girl with a pretty face who was a model, also had 2.9 million followers; and Trisha, a brunette girl beautiful and standard who worked on local television stations as an actress, had an impressive milestone of 4.5 million followers, but even she couldn't surpass me. I smiled at them after getting out of the car when I saw them waiting for me. They smiled back at me and waved, so I could join them, but I knew they were all fake motherfuckers who hated me more than anything; they hated me because success eas