I was not putting on airs; it simply had been necessary for us to stay this late. I had worked my way up from the bottom in this company, and I didn't deserve to be betrayed by my ex-fiance with my own half-sister. What hurt me the most was being accused of being the mistress of a married man who ha
My life over the past two weeks had been a series of tragedies. Another example of this was the constant banging I heard coming from the room next to mine. I didn't need to get creative with guesses; it was the sound of Jenna's bed frame hitting the wall, a sound that I'd learned about since last we
"Who was it?" asked Jenna, emerging from her room with a silk robe tied around her waist."They finally sent my clothes over," I said, exhausted, as I looked for a box cutter in the kitchen to open the boxes."It's about time, isn't it? Why did Andrew take a week to send your belongings? Didn't you
"Marianne Fairmount. Sister of the bride," I said with a sinister smile."The sister... of the bride," he mentioned slowly. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but held back. "Would you like some champagne? The guests are gathered in the living room, and dinner will be ready in a few minu
They started serving the appetizers, but my half-sister just couldn't let me eat the salmon carpaccio in peace. She took one of her water glasses and tapped it with a fork. The general conversation died down as everyone turned to listen to her."You have no idea how fortunate we are to have you, our
"We had agreed to save the news for another celebration, dear," my father commented.Seeing him like this was like seeing the very image of hypocrisy. He knew the truth, that this was all a farce, that less than two weeks ago, I was in love with Andrew and wanted to give him a thousand children. But
"What do you mean by that? Could you be more specific?""If what happened the other night was a figment of my imagination and you're sure of it, why are you avoiding me?""I'm not avoiding you. Why would I? You must have misunderstood.""Have I? You were supposed to provide the market study of the p
"I'm not convinced, Mom. I don't look like myself. Do you think Andrew will like it? I want him to cry when he sees me walking down the aisle," she complained, adjusting her neckline. "Do you like this dress, Sis?"I did like the dress. Would I give my approval to something that looked good on her?
My mother had had me when she was eighteen—a single mom who had faced countless struggles because she had a child so young. I know that for most of my life, I've had the financial backing of my father's family, but those early years of poverty, hunger, and loneliness were memories that hadn't faded.
He was staring at me a lot."What are you looking at? Haven't you had enough of staring at me since we were kids?" I teased him."I'll never get tired of looking at you," he replied.I couldn't help but smile at that. How could he be so sweet?"Well, since you've given up on that ridiculous wedding,
I unhooked my bra, wanting to be more comfortable, and I began playing with my nipples. He noticed and kissed his way back up to them, sucking on each one in turn. It was even better as he didn't stop using his fingers, thrusting them in and out of me. However, he hadn't looked me in the eye since I
I hadn't woken up this morning planning to test Lawrence's patience, let alone end up kissing him like this. But the way he held me tightly against his body, the way our tongues danced wildly together, had me teetering on the edge.I had no idea he was such a good kisser nor that he was so skilled a
"Hello, Emma. It's nice to hear from you too..." I answered, feeling utterly drained."I want an explanation now, Lawrence," she snapped.Honestly, my brain wasn't functioning well enough for riddles at this moment."Who is 'she'? How are we making fun of you?" I asked, confused.I heard a frustrate
The best treatment and care at home—that was what my father was receiving. But no matter how much money was spent or how excellent the medical attention was, it wouldn't save him. In the end, money could only buy the material things. It couldn't replace a body destined for death.I was so disturbed
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.VWhen I got engaged to Emma and put the distance between me and Sara that I should have enforced all along, I never expected this. Out of all the scenarios I had predicted, what had actually happened was never one of them. I tried to chalk up what happened in that dark closet t
“How do you know Emma?” I asked.I’d noticed that Jason usually answered my questions without beating around the bush. He wasn’t one for exaggerations—at least, not in his professional demeanor. But this time, he hesitated, and I saw his hands grip the steering wheel uneasily.“From one of my previo
I was never a jealous woman. Experience had taught me that cheating depended entirely on the cheater. But right now, my jealousy was clawing its way up from the depths of my gut because three possibilities were gnawing at me.First, Lawrence and Emma were engaged for convenience. Their relationship