Jake Hayes's POV
I was preoccupied with work last night... or did I? "Hubby, when are you going to divorce with Charlotte?" asks Aviana Quincy, my lover of two years. I first met her before Charlotte and I married. We're currently staying at a five-star hotel, laying on the queen-sized bed in nothing but a white, comfortable robe.
"Mhm, let's see... after I become the top actor in Los Angeles, I'll divorce her. The only reason I've kept her is because of her fame. Her elevated fame helped me a lot. She has asked me for a divorce multiple times, but I can't let her go that easily. I still need to use her," I chuckled, expressing my plan.
Aviana joined in my glee, saying, "Poor Charlotte! She deserves to be used all over again! Hahaha!" I spent the warm night with my lover. Unlike someone like Charlotte, being with her would normally comfort me. The next morning, I awoke to the news that Charlotte had been invited to my boss' modeling event the night before on the television screen. "Ha! So she managed to get closer to my boss, huh?" I grumbled to myself.
I was tying up my necktie before heading to work. "Aviana, my baby. I have to go to work now," I said, kissing her on the cheek as I walked away. As I walked down the narrow corridor, I reflected on how it all began. When I was a kid, I met Charlotte Hayes. She was my next-door neighbor, and our families were welcoming. As I spent more time with her, I realized she had fallen in love with me, and that is when I began to take advantage of her. As a result, in the name of so-called love, she became a complete pushover.
Seeing her delusions, on the other hand, was entertaining. I did what she wanted, leading her to believe it was love. I was gradually manipulating her in order to use her for my own gain. When we married, I dropped the nice act and revealed my true self. It felt good because I didn't have to hide my personality.
Being stuck with her was a pain, but now that I'm a step closer to my dream, I can finally get rid of her and live my life with Aviana. That woman has a lethal physique. I first went home to gather some of my belongings for my film. Charlotte, on the other hand, was not present. "Did she have a morning duty or what?" I wondered. But it makes no difference to me. I simply went outside after finding my belongings. "Oh, Jake! Where has Charlotte gone?" inquired a neighbor. "Pardon?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh, it's just that... no one was at your house last night. Didn't she go home after the modeling event?" she inquired. "Charlotte didn't come home?" my brow furrowed. That's strange. Even if she had evening work, she would have time to go home.
A swarm of journalists greeted me on my way to the agency. They'd ask me questions as usual. "How do you feel now that your wife is more famous than you?" "Your wife's fame has skyrocketed! Any comments?" "Huh?" I was perplexed and irritated. "Why are you asking me about my wife?" I glared. Everyone was silent. I don't understand. In their eyes, have I been nothing more than the husband of a top model?
I aspire to be known as Jake Hayes, an actor. Not just a model's husband. I ignored the journalists and went inside the agency, brimming with rage. I entered the elevator alone and pressed the highest floor, which houses the CEO's office. "They don't ask about me or my career, but about her and her and all her!" I yelled belligerently.
When the elevator door opened, I immediately walked to the left, where I met Rosalina Crosette, a 35-year-old female manager of mine. "Greetings, Rosalina," I said, smiling brightly. She always greeted me with a smile on her face. "Oh, hello, Jake! Have you spoken with the CEO yet?" she inquired, eager to hear the results. "Not yet," I said, shaking my head, "I'm going to his office right now." "But wouldn't that be bad timing?" she asked, perplexed. "Pardon me, Rosalina, but why would it be bad timing?" I asked, raising one of my brows in puzzlement. I was curious as to why she was hesitant to respond.
"Well... You may not believe me, but..." she moved closer to my face and whispered, "I passed through the CEO's room and heard a woman!" I laughed. "Hahah! So he's talking to a woman? What's the problem with that?" She exclaimed, her face solemn, "I clearly heard words of love! He was flirting with her and she giggled," she went on.
Is the CEO married? Who could captivate that icy billionaire's heart? It's natural for women to fall in love with him, but it's unusual for him to fall in love. So far, that man has rejected numerous confessions. "Oh dear! I have to go, Jake! I have to speak with the director!" she exclaimed as she walked away from me.
"Pft," I chuckled as I continued to walk towards the room. It makes no difference to me whether or not the CEO has a woman. What matters is that he approves of my drama, and I'm fine with that. I was standing in front of his door. I was about to knock when I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Mumbles were heard in the room. Curious, I decided to open the door, which is when I noticed Charlotte Hayes, my wife... getting kissed by my boss in his arms. Nothing could have surprised me more than this.
"What the f*ck are you doing? " I inquired, my gaze fixed on the scene in front of me. I was stunned and speechless. Charlotte was so surprised to see me that she pushed the boss away. The boss, on the other hand, simply smiled as if nothing had happened. "Oh," he said after tying his tie. "You've arrived."
Charlotte Hayes' POVWe went to Jake's agency, which Damien owns. I naturally wore the long silky red gown he had bought for me, along with a matching pair of glass slippers. I wore round black glasses and a black bucket hat to avoid drawing attention to myself. My heels clacked every time they collided with the slick floor as I walked gently through the corridor. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Who wouldn't notice Damien's firm grip on my soft, left hand as we walk?"Don't you intend to let go of my hand?" I asked, a little shyly. This is the first time I've received shy looks from the audience. Damien chuckles, demonstrating his mischievous nature. He obviously enjoys the situation. I just sighed discreetly. We took the elevator to the highest floor, which is his office, by pressing the buttons.The hallway in this part was even more exquisite. The floor was made out of marble, and the walls had magnificent minimalist designs that were pleasing to the eyes. Just one look, an
Charlotte Hayes' POV "Sharing? Who says I'm saying what's mine?" With a surprised expression, I looked at Damien. This was not a ruse. His comments, claiming me as his possession, perplexed me. Jake had a similar appearance to mine. He laughed awkwardly as he looked up at the ceiling. It's as if he's still deliberating over what to say next. Jake is a man of cunning secrets and manipulation. I'm curious what he'll say next. "I see. My wife is entirely yours, Mr. Étienne," Jake said, faking a smile. I shuddered. There was a part of me that wished he had stayed. I wanted to give him another chance to see if he would change. But I suppose not. He's still the same monster I know. Damien laughed and grabbed a piece of paperwork from the table. With his transparent, smooth pen, he scribbled on the thick, white documents. "Here," Damien handed the documents to Jake, which gave him a satisfied look. Those documents were probably approval documents. Jake's eyes brightened despite being dull
Damien Yves Étienne's POVI, Damien Yves Étienne, am known as 'Python' in the Mafia world because, like a python who wraps coils of its body around its prey and squeezes tight, I slowly wrap my prey until I devour. My family has a long history of Mafias, so now is the time for me to make a move and prove my worth in this dark and dangerous world. "Sir?" Luca inquired, perplexed as to why I hadn't responded to him yet. Changing the topic, I asked in an exhausted voice, "Anyways, how's father? Any updates on him?" "Your father likes to meet you tonight, 7 in the evening. Apparently, he wants you to take care of someone who owes him a million," Luca replied. I nodded gently and said, "Alright then," before hanging up the phone.I'm exhausted from cleaning up after my father's sloppiness. But it's always been that way. It's like a never-ending cycle for me. I went to my father's hidden basement later that evening, around 7 p.m. It was surrounded by an uncanny and gloomy atmosphere, as wa
Charlotte Hayes' POV"Oh? Your ego can’t handle this?" Damien asked, mocking him. The look on his face is so genuine that I'm not sure if Damien is mocking him for an act or for personal reasons. Jake, on the other hand, appeared to want to murder Damien. Damien's words and gaze were like knives piercing Jake's ego. Am I witnessing a conversation or a war?The conversation's atmosphere was becoming dangerous. At this rate, I may have to witness a bloodbath. I had to intervene before anything bad happened. I quickly grasped Jake's firm left hand and looked him in the eyes. "You should go, Jake," I said, shivering like a kitten. Damien looked pleased at some point after hearing my remark. There was a brief silence, as if Jake was unsure. But the answer was clear."Fine," Jake said as he turned to leave. When I saw him walking away for a long distance, I couldn't help but sigh. "Hey," Damien said in a gentle tone, the polar opposite of what he had on earlier. I slowly turned around to fa
Charlotte Hayes’ POVOur bodies collided, feeling each other's skin, in the hot and sweaty atmosphere. We could still feel the soft brush of each other's lips and the warmth of our eyes in the bright room. Our kisses were tender, and our fingers were intertwined. Our heartbeats were audible in this silent room, despite the fact that there was no sound."Do you have condoms?" I inquired, my gaze seductive. "You never fail to amaze me," he exclaimed. I laughed when I heard his amusing remarks. He narrowed his gaze on my eyes and said, "We don't need c-" At that moment, our conversation was cut short by a loud ring from Damien's pocket on his left side. "Aren't you going to take the call?" I asked, tilting my head."D*mn it," Damien said, his face irritated, as if he had no choice but to accept the call. "Sorry about that," he said, looking at me apologetically as he took the call from his phone. "Hello?" he asked. He turned to face me after listening and said, "Yes... okay. Yeah, I'll b
Damien Yves Étienne’s POVThe Ophidians are the most dangerous and mysterious mafia clan. According to their name, the group is made up of snakes that will slowly wrap themselves around you, choking you until they devour you. And I am their ruthless and vicious leader, Python, who is also a bit of a loner who has no friends or relationships. I'm always alone because my life is too difficult and my heart is too heavy to ever let anyone in.I've never shown mercy to anyone in my life. But then... It was a quiet and peaceful night. The wind blew gently against me, the trees swayed from side to side, and birds twittered. Then, out of nowhere, I came across a large brown box on my way to my neighborhood. I decided to open the box because I was curious. There was a kitten inside who was wary of me. It is covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. At first glance, it appeared to have been abused. "Come kitty, kitty," I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its bl
Charlotte Hayes’ POV That night was scorching. I awoke the next morning to the sound of people mumbling outside the room. I discovered myself naked on a soft, white queen-sized bed. "Is this his room? " I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes from crying the night before. His room is minimalist, but it exudes a luxurious vibe; one that only the wealthy have. A massive chandelier illuminated the entire room. The floor was smooth marble, and the walls were covered in professional paintings. Not to mention that there were clothes all over the magnificent floor as a result of what happened the day before. "His house is quite large... like a mansion." I got up, covering my body with the sheets, and began to walk around because I was curious, when the door to the room suddenly opened. "Shoot," Luca, Damien's righthand man, said as he gripped the doorknob. My face flushed with embarrassment as I screamed while only holding on to the sheets. It was then that loud running steps were heard. Damien, j
Charlotte Hayes’ POVMy mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed."Does Damien like paintings? " I inquired, coming to a halt in front of a massive painting depicting a dramatic scene of an angel smiling under the tree. I couldn't take my gaze away from it because it seemed so magical. “Oh. Mr. Etienne drew that himself," Luca replied, filling me with awe. It's quite surprising to learn that he can draw so well. "This way, milady," Luca said, turning to the left side of the corridor as I followed him from behind. "By the way... I know this seems strange, but I've always wondered why you guys call me 'Milady.' Is there a reason for that? " I inquired, keeping up with Luca's pace."Milady