"I'll be submitting my resignation this afternoon. I'm sorry for my behavior; it was unprofessional," I mentioned, tears still falling.I heard a very deep sigh."There's no need," he said, sounding resigned. I looked at him hopefully. "We've all made bad decisions and had bad days. You don't deserve to be fired for one. But I won't accept your marriage proposal. It's ridiculous, Marianne."My chest loosened, relieved, and I could breathe normally again."Yes, it was ridiculous. I don't know what I was thinking," I reflected, playing with the handkerchief, then remembered something immediately. "There's something of yours I want to return."I didn't specify what I wanted to return. I left his office, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary, and took the envelope from my briefcase. Returning, I slid it across the desk. Lucius took it and opened it. He pulled out the card with his phone number and was surprised to see the $1000 he had given me. I had carried it with me for days,
A week had passed since the disaster at the bridal shop, and my wicked stepmother hadn't stopped pestering me for the name of my supposed fiance. But all I'd gotten from that infamous dating app were twenty dick pics, five offers for casual sex, and countless hours of frustration. I had no one to take to that party.I pulled at my hair, desperate and stressed. These emotions were so overwhelming that I realized I had yanked out a strand of hair, and I stared at it with the urge to cry."I'm worried about you. I mean it," Jenna said, sitting beside me in my cubicle. She handed me a coffee. "A mocha, to whet your appetite so we can go have lunch like the rest of the floor."It was lunchtime, and there was only one colleague in the private video conference booth at the end of the hall. I focused on my computer."I'm not hungry. I need to find a man for tonight," I told my friend."Still on that? Aren't you busy with our project?""I'm juggling both. Tomorrow I have a meeting with ou
"Nothing. I'm going to the equestrian club. It's Amanda's engagement dinner," I explained."What are you planning to sabotage this time? Don't tell me you've given up—that would be so boring of you."I looked at him, pressing my tongue against my cheek. I felt ridiculed and mocked, but there was no lower point for me to reach. If he wanted drama, I'd give him drama."I'll show up with an attractive fiance who will act like I'm the most charming woman in the world and make me appear sane, Mr. Brown," I bragged.I could see the smile in Lucius's eyes as he drove. The breeze tousling his hair made him even more irresistible."Did you blackmail this one too?" he joked cruelly."No, I paid him in advance," I retorted without guilt.He looked astonished, then burst into laughter. I didn't find it funny that he found this madness amusing. A woman had to do what she had to do. I clutched my purse to keep from blushing at the absurdity of what I had just said, keeping my head high."A w
Amelia was the name of my detestable stepmother. But I loathed her name so much that I tried not to remember it. It was the name my mother used to repeat incessantly when she was ill, blaming her for the destruction of her marriage. Even as a child, I understood that my father was more to blame for my mother's suffering than his mistress. Yet, my mother was fixated on blaming her. Amelia, that homewrecker. Amelia, that foreign tramp.Her name was like that of a ghost I preferred not to summon. And now, though she was a ghost to me, her reaction to Lucius was unsettling. It was like he was her ghost."Amelia," my father discreetly reprimanded his wife. "That's not an appropriate question to ask my successor.""What do you mean, your successor?" she asked, horrified, turning to Serge. "You never mentioned that.""Since when have you cared about the names of my business partners, woman?" he replied disdainfully, then turned to us. "Did you exchange words when he came to our house to c
"Don't be rude, Andrew. He's my guest. He came with me," I informed him, trying to keep him in check."He's your boss. He doesn't need to come with you anywhere," Andrew snapped, barely containing his anger.I rolled my eyes and walked past him."Don't be ridiculous. Control yourself," I whispered as I passed by.I took my seat at the long table where they directed me, and Lucius sat next to me. The table was filled with guests, including my father's wife a few seats away, and the engaged couple further down. I thanked the heavens that I didn't have to sit directly across from or next to any of those pests."Your sister's future husband is a pervert. He wants to get into your bed the moment you turn your back," Lucius whispered in my ear.Hearing his voice so close sent pleasant shivers through my body. I wasn't sure if it was the mojitos or the white wine I was sipping that made me feel so light and warm."Like you?" I teased playfully. "It's a shame both of you will be left wa
A stepmother on the floor, an apparent boyfriend who came out of nowhere, and more alcohol in my system than I should have. That's the summary of the scene I was living through at that moment. With Amelia passed out, Serge wasted no time in reacting. My father carried her in his arms, while Amanda followed behind, shouting in alarm. My ex-fiance shot me a dirty look before following after his future family."Do you think the witch is dead?" I asked Lucius."I don't think so. The grass must have cushioned her fall," he replied as we watched the guests gather at the tent where they had taken her. "And witches never die.""Just like liars. Why did you tell them you were my partner? Did the mojitos get to your head or what?" I asked, confused and stepping away from him."Maybe," he said, eyeing my purse. I snatched it from his hands.I didn't trust Lucius. I had no idea what he was planning or why he thought it was a good idea to be with me right now. There was a commotion around Amel
We left the room and walked to his car in silence. We got in, still silent."What was that? What are you planning to do with me?" I asked, bewildered."For now, I'll take you to get some real food," he decided, starting the car, as cool as a cucumber.-The "real food" Lucius referred to was this glorious cheeseburger I was biting into. My hands were messy with all the sauces I had added. He was in the same state, focusing on the fries on our little table.We must have looked like quite the sight—dressed as if we'd just come from a black-tie event, yet sitting beside a street burger stand. There were few customers around, each minding their own business, so no one paid us much attention. Lucius had left his jacket in the car, and I had tied my hair up in a messy bun to keep it clean."I told you I'd bring you somewhere with real food," he boasted."Careful, a nutritionist might hear you and scold you," I replied, though I couldn't deny the burger was delicious. "They must've wan
Being a real estate agent for a project as grand as the New Century Project required qualities like eloquence, distinction, elegance, and sharpness. The truth was that I, Marianne Fairmount, only pretended that these traits were part of my identity while selling properties to make ends meet. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother maintaining a different personality in front of a client.But there was a stark difference between my "work self" and my "normal self." The former required concentration, rest, and assertiveness—things I felt I was struggling to muster during this tour of the partially constructed mall."When will the project be completed?" Ernest, one of the secretaries of the businessman who was a potential buyer, asked. His boss couldn't attend in person due to his schedule."We expect to finish by the end of the second quarter of the year. As you can see, we're currently ahead of schedule," I explained as we walked through the white-walled structure.Ernest took several photos a
Sara Brown's P.O.V."Didn't we agree you wouldn't come, Mom?" Richard asked, his voice low and disappointed."Richard, you too?" Victoria exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and indignation."What else did you expect, Victoria?" Julian interjected, crossing his arms. "We practically had to beg Sara for permission just to see Matthew. Meanwhile, you've done nothing to make amends yet here you are, demanding things. That's not how this works.""Do you want me to apologize to Sara?" Victoria's voice cracked as she looked at me, her emotions on full display.I would never trust Victoria, and I certainly would never leave my son alone with her unsupervised. But in this moment, her vulnerability chipped away at some of my hardened resolve. Life had been so good lately, so full of joy and love, that my heart no longer had room for resentment."You don't need to apologize to me," I said calmly. "The people you owe an apology to are your sons."Victoria's eyes widened, her
Sara Brown's P.O.V.Six months later.Becoming a mother was one of those adventures I never knew I needed, but I'd never been more grateful for taking the leap—especially with Lawrence by my side. Now, here we were, standing in front of a flower-draped altar nestled in the woods of the Brown family estate.Getting married in this spot felt symbolic. It had been our sanctuary as kids, the place where we'd escaped from the grown-ups and shared secrets. It was fitting that my best friend, the boy who'd been by my side through thick and thin, was now becoming my husband.Behind us was a small gathering of family and close friends. The Browns—ever-expanding with a small army of kids—were all present, as were a handful of Lawrence's relatives, including his brothers, Richard and Julian. We'd kept the guest list to just sixty people, making this a more intimate celebration than anyone would've expected from a Brown-Lewis wedding.Still, it was perfect. Everyone we loved was here. And the
I looked at our baby's tiny face, and the urge to cry overwhelmed me again. He was absolutely perfect."Are you going to keep crying?" Sara teased with a mischievous grin. "If you don't stop, I won't give you another one."I wiped my tears immediately, not wanting to take any chances. She burst out laughing, her radiant energy filling the room."So," quickly shifting topics, she leaned forward slightly, "what are we naming him? We agreed we'd know when we saw him. I've got a name from the shortlist in mind. Do you?""I do," I replied, smiling."Okay, let's say it together," she suggested, and I nodded. "On three. One, two, three—""Matthew!" we both exclaimed in unison.We stared at each other before breaking into matching grins. Sara started clapping in excitement over our perfect sync. I laughed at her enthusiasm, but something on the hospital TV caught my attention—a news report about yesterday's gubernatorial election. Images of Isabelle, the winner, flashed across the scree
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.Three months later...Just when I thought I couldn't be any happier with Sara loving me, life proved me wrong. Every day felt like a new peak of joy. A few months ago, I believed I had reached the ultimate high when she accepted my proposal during our trip to Finland. I'd asked her under the northern lights in a private and intimate moment, just the two of us—just like our entire relationship had been.The fallout from canceling my engagement to Emma had been relatively manageable for me. There were no financial or legal repercussions, and I narrowly escaped the disgrace of almost becoming the son-in-law of a criminal like Mark. But to say I avoided all drama would be a lie. The rumors and gossip surrounding how Sara and I had gotten together were relentless.I was usually a calm man, but any criticism aimed at Sara, accusing her of "breaking up" my previous engagement, turned me into a beast. Sara would always tell me to ignore the noise, that only we knew
I stood there frozen, feeling every gaze lock onto me. It was as if time had stopped. No one spoke, no one moved—they just stared. Sweat started trickling down places I didn’t even know could sweat.“Hi… how’s everyone doing?” I asked, my voice hesitant.I braced myself for the shouting, the dramatic exclamations, the scolding even. Instead, the extroverted ones in the room simply smiled at me while the quieter ones went back to what they were doing, almost as if nothing had happened. The initial wave of attention just… evaporated.“As I was saying,” Uncle Lucius continued, picking up right where he’d left off, “if you don’t finish your vegetables, we’ll give them to the lion in the forest.”My jaw dropped. This table—the entire Brown family—was completely unfazed. Even Lawrence had that knowing smile on his face, almost as if he’d expected this exact reaction. Before I could recover, Aunt Lucia and Aunt Marianne came over and pulled me into tight hugs.“You look gorgeous, Sara. A
Richard's voice broke the silence as he gathered his courage. "We'd like to add Duke and Monarch for me, and the boat for Julian. With that, we'll be ready to sign the agreement."I rubbed my ears, almost certain I had misheard."The horses and the boat? That's all you want?" Lawrence asked, his tone tinged with disbelief."Yes," Julian confirmed, his voice hesitant. "We believe... they're of great sentimental value to us. And they were gifts. They just... weren't officially transferred to us."Lawrence's eyes darted between them as if trying to confirm whether these were the same brothers he'd been fighting with."That's it?" he repeated, his suspicion evident."That's it," Richard said, though his discomfort was plain to see."What are you two plotting?" Lawrence asked, narrowing his eyes.The twins exchanged confused glances."Nothing?" Julian said, his tone growing defensive. "What are you plotting? You told us you wouldn't give us anything but then sent this offer out of
I couldn't help but notice the sadness etched onto Lawrence's face. He'd always said he wouldn't give his brothers anything. Yet here he was, not only offering them a portion of the inheritance but also bracing himself for their inevitable demands and negotiating with them."Wouldn't it have been easier to just offer them exactly what you were willing to give from the start?" I asked as I leaned against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. His sadness was palpable, and it was breaking my heart. Just moments ago, he'd been so happy. "Just say 'Take it or leave it' and then forget about them."Lawrence sighed, his gaze distant. "I know them. And I know myself. I can't lay the blame for all my hardships on them like I do with Victoria. Despite what I said during the will reading, I know they deserve more than what my father left them.""You have a heart of gold, Ren," I murmured, kissing his cheek. "Don't let those brats melt it down, okay?"He chuckled softly, though his sadnes
I swayed my hips rhythmically against his body, the two of us joined in that intimate connection we'd rediscovered nearly every night since the chaos with a certain corrupt official had come to an end.As Lawrence neared his release, he called my name, his voice rough with passion. I teased him by sucking on the thumb he'd slipped into my mouth, which was all it took for him to shut his eyes tightly as the force of his climax overtook him. I followed him into that blissful release just a moment later.Utterly satisfied, I collapsed beside him on the bed, both of us completely naked, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies. My breathing was still ragged as Lawrence shifted closer, his hands roaming gently over my hair, my chest, and finally, my stomach. The way his hand lingered there told me exactly what he was about to ask—again."Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" he asked."No. It was terrible. I never want to have another orgasm for the rest of my life," I replied
"What's going on here?" I asked Sara suspiciously."Just go with the flow," she replied, opening my car door with a grin.I hesitated but decided to follow her advice—or at least try. After exchanging cheek kisses, I walked over to where Jason was waiting. I tucked the envelope with my test results into my pocket. As I reached him, he took my hand, and we started walking up a hill in the park."When did you ask Sara to bring me here?" I asked, curious."That's a secret," he said with a chuckle. "And since you two are such close friends now—""Close friends?" I interrupted, raising a brow. "You think we're really friends?""That's how it seems. You smile a lot when you're with her," he replied."Do I?" I considered it for a moment, warmth spreading through my chest. "Maybe we are."Jason smiled but kept silent. As we climbed one of the hills, I was taken aback by the breathtaking view of the city spread before us. But even more surprising was the blanket laid out on the ground,