Damien Yves Etienne’s POV“What were you thinking when you decided to have an affair with Charlotte?” Father crosses his arms in confusion. The three of us—mother, father, and me are currently inside an empty room that's often used for gathering. Mother is sitting in front of me, whilst sipping a cup of tea in a gentle manner. Father on the other hand, remains focused on his son with a cold glare. I sigh, as I replied, “I didn’t really give much thought to it. The moment she suggested the topic, I immediately thought to myself that this woman is crazy… and that’s how I like it.”Mother smiles as if she’s proud of my answer, while my father gave out a sigh; a hopeless one. “So? What exactly are you planning now that you have an affair? You can’t just stay like this forever,” father replies with a frown on his face. “I know that,” I added, “I, too, am thinking what to do next.” A problematic look appears on my face, as my eyebrows twitch. I know exactly that I have to make my move first
Jake Hayes’ POV“A party?” I said, pressing my phone on my ear, while having a call with my manager, Rosalina Crosette. “Yes, Jake. I know it sounds all of the blue, but the CEO requires everyone to attend the party tonight,” she says with a slightly worried tone. “Why would he call for a party?” I mumbled to myself, as I ended the call. Aviana and I are currently laying on one bed, in the embrace of one another. “What was that?” she asks, looking up to me. “Hm.” I looked at the phone, and then looked back at her. “It seems like Damien is hosting a party at the agency today. It awfully sounds weird…” I mumbled. But then who cares? If he’s trying to do something fishy, I can always repay him with the upcoming runway modeling event. Aviana sighs, “So? Are you gonna go?” I chuckled at her statement and nodded. “I guess I am. I’ll see what he has in plan tonight.” Aviana looked at me with concern in her eyes and said, “I have a bad feeling..” I continued to laugh and reassured her, sayin
Charlotte Hayes’ POVThe grand hall of the building had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle of elegance and style. From the moment the guests entered, they were enveloped in a sea of beauty and luxury. Gleaming crystal fixtures adorned the walls, casting a shimmering light over the marble floors. The speakers were replaced by a live orchestra that set the tone for the night, playing classical melodies as waiters and waitresses moved through the crowd, offering champagne and canapés.Everywhere you looked, there were recognizable faces from the fashion, music, and movie industries, all dressed to the nines in their finest designer gowns and tuxedos. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke, and the atmosphere was electric with excitement for the evening ahead. “Let us welcome the hosts for tonight’s party, Mr. Etienne and his lovely partner..” Luca continued, “Mrs. Charlotte Hayes!” Me and Damien were dressed to the nines, looking every bit the part
Damien Yves Etienne’s POV“Greetings, Mr. Etienne,” one of the guests, Charmayne and her husband came towards me whilst holding a glass of booze in their hand. Charmayne is known as an influential person, considering her wealth and power she holds; but compared to me, her influence is nothing but a mere speck. “Oh, how lovely to see you here, Mrs. and Mr. Hans,” I gave out a slight smile to pretend to be welcoming. “My husband and I thank you for inviting us to this party,” she continued with a flustered look on her face, “But I must say that I am quite flustered from receiving an invitation out of the blue.”I laughed softly at her remarks and said with a smile on my face, “Oh, pardon me for the abrupt invitation. I wanted the party tonight so I had to do this.” “But yet… I am quite confused why you would suddenly call out for a party,” she continued, “You’re not the type to enjoy parties.” I smiled at her remarks without replying back. I looked at the hall, filled with people; celeb
Jake Hayes’ POVA wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.“What is happening?” I asked myself in a low voice. All of the sudden, the music stops. Everyone started to protest, “Who is that woman beside you?! Just how are you related to her? Explain!” It’s like I dug a grave for myself. I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe, every gasp feeling like it's caught in my throat. My legs feel weak and wobbly, like they might give out on me at any moment. A cold sweat breaks out across my f
Aviana Quincy's POVTwo years ago, I found myself a man that I never knew I would fall in love with. And little did I know that the man I treasured, loved, and respected, had somebody else. I was the other woman, without even knowing. "I'm going to get married."But albeit being the other woman, I continued to stay with him, being wrapped around his fingers. That very man I stayed loyal to, was the very man that said the following words, "This woman is nothing but a mere stranger!" My heart was broken into pieces. I know I should be putting myself first. But I was putting myself first. Because all I ever wanted was to be with you. That is, until you pushed me away without hesitation. As I yell, "Let's not keep our relationship hidden anymore!” the people glared at Jake and with a shocked expression. "What..?" Jake asked, flabbergasted by my words. The reporters found this scenario as a catch, and started taking pictures once again. I fell down to my knees, holding unto the other of
Aviana Quincy's POVIn the famous bar of the busy streets, at the corner of the thin walls. There I am, gently holding on to a thin glass of champagne. "Life… s*cks," I mumbled to myself as I sigh from hopelessness. My mascara spreads through my face, making my appearance hilarious. My rosy cheeks are all wet from the tears of grief from my eyes. I softly looked at the people at the loud bar. "They look like they are having fun… " I continued, "or are they?" It seems like it was only yesterday since we were whispering words of affirmation to each other. Time went so fast, in a blink of an eye. Now, I can't believe that you are not here.I continued to make myself drunk in misery, and regret. Then stopped when I started to notice that everyone's piercing eyes were on me. It seems like word of what happened at the party had already begun to spread like a virus. I covered myself up with a black comfy jacket, and shades, as I stood up, my walking unsteady and prepared to leave.I was wal
Luca Giovanni's POVIt was one hell of an evening. As I was extremely tired and exhausted, I decided to take a walk to get some fresh air on the streets when all of the sudden, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Ah, sorry." The person then looked at me. It was a drunk woman wearing shades, and a black jacket. As I looked closely at the woman In front of me, I realized that she seemed somewhat familiar.And before I could ask if we had met before, the woman fell unconscious into my arms, falling into my embrace. I was shocked, as I held her. "Excuse me?" I called out to her, attempting to wake her up. I shook her, and tried calling her several times, but there was no response.I sighed in disbelief and a bit of an annoyance. Then, all of the blue, her shades fell to the ground. As I looked intensely into her closed eyes, I realized that this very woman was the very woman that made a huge impact on tonight's event. It was no one else other than Aviana Quincy. As I carried her into my