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
AmberWhen I came down from the building where I lived, I saw that Kris was actually waiting for me downstairs in his car. It was a flashy, fire-orange sports car that simply cost a few million dollars. He opened the car door for me and waited for me while smiling. He was handsome, a young man with clear eyes and tanned skin, a muscular body, and good looks for the cameras. His face was symmetrical and heartbreaking. I also smiled at him as I approached him. He and I were the perfect standard celebrity couple. "Hey, my boo. You look stunning as always,” he said, pulling me in for a light kiss. "Did you like it? I got ready for you,” I told him, twirling on my own feet to show him my look—the charming and passionate smile always evident on my face. “You rocked it, I loved the dress and the color combination. It looks amazing on you,” he replied, touching me affectionately. “Thanks, babe. You're wonderful,” I said, getting into his car. In fact, it was all an act; a paparazzi was hi
AmberThe restaurant Kris took me to was a five-star restaurant on the top floor of a luxury hotel; those were the kinds of places we used to go to. He and I didn't say much until we arrived at the table we reserved in the VIP area of the restaurant. We sat down and ordered the menu. Moments later, he was sipping his wine, looking everywhere but at me. "When did this happen?" I asked him after a while; he had to explain to me properly what was happening. “She told me a few days ago that she was pregnant,” he replied with his head down. He knew that we would be in big trouble if this woman decided to reveal that to the media. I sighed, knowing that I was going to be stressed about that subject. “But how did you let this happen, Kris? Who in the 21st century gets pregnant without wanting to?” I was exasperated. Why did he insist on getting me in trouble? “Contrary to what you think, I took precautions, okay? I took all the necessary precautions, but the condom broke...” he confess
Nancy“So you and Jake don’t talk anymore?” Lanie wonders as she and I eat our breakfast. I hadn't seen Jake for a couple of days since the conversation I had with him in the restaurant that had a view of the imposing High Roller. He hasn't called me since that day. “I think he’s already decided what he wants for himself, and if he wants to get away from me, that's okay; I understand his position,” I replied, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. “And why do you think he decided to do that?” she asked, as if probing me. “It looks like he's fallen in love with me, Lanie,” I told her, wiping my mouth with the tablecloth. Her eyes lit up with that information. “Wow! Then it finally happened! So since when is that a reason to keep him out of your life? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” she asked, looking excited by this revelation. “Don’t be so reckless, Lanie; You know I have the thing with Bruce to sort out." I sighed with my thoughts downcast. “You know he's never going to