"Are you done in there?! We have to leave now!" I could hear my stepmother yelling."Almost done!" I yelled back as I smirked, checking out my new look, "You'd be surprised how perfect this wedding gown looks on me!" I added."Just hurry up or we'll leave you behind," Stepmom informed.Things were going according to plan. I waited in the room for thirty minutes before stepping out. As expected, they all left for the venue without me, leaving a note containing the location behind for me to see.I got out of the house and hailed a taxi. The shock on the taxi driver's face was no shocker to me. That's the exact reaction I was hoping to get from everyone else at that wedding."Webstar Hall, please," I said, bringing the driver back to reality as he shook his head frantically."Of course ma'am," he answered.I got into the car and sat back. I shut the door and the taxi pulled away from the curb. As the taxi wound its way through the city streets, the Webstar Hall loomed into view, its gr
Keith's words sent a chill down my spine, his voice dripping with a venomous blend of anger and disdain. The warmth of the moment evaporated, replaced by the loud beats of my racing heart.What the hell did he mean by saying those words? What's going to happen on our wedding night? I forgot that part of marriage!I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves as I met Keith's gaze, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity that made my heart race. It was clear that my stunt had not gone unnoticed, and now, I would have to face the consequences of my actions."This marriage may be a business transaction to you, but to me, it's a matter of-" I choked on my words as I spoke.Keith's expression hardened, his jaw clenched in frustration. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.The wedding party was led from the ceremony location and the rest of the guests followed. "Congratulations on your wedding, sir." a man said to Keith, "It's time fo
Oh fuck! I panicked and I slapped him! I'm dead now. Utterly screwed!There's no backing down now. I might as well say it."That one night was a mistake! I was drunk! How dare you take advantage of me?! And you think you can do it again?! You- You pervert!" I screamed.Keith's face, which looked hardly affected by the force of my slap, looked like that of a raging beast. The demonic look in his eyes scared me and I just wanted to run out of there.What have I done? Why did I say all that? I was the one looking for a one-night stand that day so why did I just-"Keith I-"Keith caught my hand when I reached for his face instinctively, "not bad." he said, looking me directly in the eyes as if daring me to do it again.Keith spun me around and zipped down the wedding dress, "What are you-" I was about to question him but my words were cut off with a gasp when he pulled the wedding dress completely down.Keith pushed me onto the bed and mounted on top of me, pinning my two hands together
When I woke up the next morning, my hair was a mess and my eyes were heavy with exhaustion.The events of the previous night played over and over in my mind. Each detail was etched into my memory like a vivid nightmare.I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Keith may have agreed to play along for now, but I knew better than to trust his intentions completely. There was something about him that set my nerves on edge.Pushing aside the tangled sheets, I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet acting as a medium to wake my body.With a heavy sigh, I splashed cold water on my face and then stepped under the shower after taking off whatever was left on my body.The water cascaded over me, soothing my frayed nerves as I stood beneath the steaming spray.Today was the beginning of a new chapter. And no matter what lay ahead, I was ready to face it head-on.I stepped out of the bathroom and began to prepare for the day ahead.As I dressed, I couldn'
The unexpected turn of events left me feeling like I was walking on thin ice. I was sure to get the job at first but with Keith's sudden appearance, there's no telling what the results could turn out to be. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure as I launched back into the interview process, hoping that I could still make a good impression despite the unexpected twist. "So, Jenna, why do you want to work for our company?" the first interviewer asked. "Well, I've always been drawn to the innovative work you do in the tech industry. Your commitment to pushing boundaries aligns perfectly with my career aspirations."I answered, even more confidently than before. He nods approvingly, jotting down notes. They proceeded with a series of technical questions, each met with precision and clarity in my responses. "Can you walk us through your approach to problem-solving?" another asked. "Certainly. I believe in a systematic approach, breaking down complex problems into managea
As I approached the mansion, frustration boiled within me, still raw from my clash with Keith and the venomous spat with Sarah. Just as my hand reached for the door handle, a maid intercepted me, her polite inquiry halting my progress. "Excuse me, miss. May I ask your business here?" she inquired, blocking my entry. I arched a brow in response, met with equal confusion from the maid. "I live here," I asserted, arms crossed, awaiting her reaction. "That doesn't answer my question, Miss," she retorted, mirroring my stance. Before I could press further, another maid emerged from within. "Oh, Madam, you're back!" she exclaimed respectfully, her presence catching the first maid off guard. The first maid leaned towards the one who just showed up, whispering what she thought was private, "I thought you said the boss married a crazy woman. She looks normal." "Is that so?" I questioned in annoyance. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to-" Turning my attention to the new arrival, I cut o
It seems I have stumbled upon a potential partner in mischief with Cecilia. But whether I'll regret it or not remains to be seen. I just have to make sure the revenge doesn't escalate into something I can't control, proceed with caution and keep my wits about me. "Ma'am, you look like a thirst trap in that." Cecilia put her hands over her mouth as she giggled, admiring me from head to toe. "I've got to say, you have a thing for picking out provocative gowns." I laughed as we highfived. "Help me check how the dinner party is going." I instructed, watching Cecilia salute before leaving. What a lively maid. It surprised me how comfortable we've gotten in each other's presence in this short span of time. Plus, I couldn't help but feel like there's something about Cecilia. Something big that I am yet to know. Which maid could be like this with her mistress without fear? Especially with the kind of cold-hearted master she had in the house. And how come Keith felt comfortable enough
"Nice to meet you, Cecilia. I'm Jenna," I replied, trying to mask my surprise as I shook her hand. Cecilia, the lively maid, was Keith's younger sister all along. It explained their comfort with each other and why Keith felt comfortable enough to make harsh comments about my clothes to her. But why does Keith look disturbed all of a sudden? Cecilia made eye contact with Keith before she walked to the other end of the table and took her seat there. As the dinner and small talk progressed, I couldn't shake off the sense of intrigue surrounding Cecilia. Her transformation from lively maid to Keith's sophisticated sister added another layer to the mystery. The rumours about her were true. Keith's discomfort only fueled my curiosity further and I made a mental note to tread carefully, as uncovering Cecilia's secrets could be a double-edged sword. But one thing was certain: this dinner party had just become a lot more interesting. "So, Keith." Cecilia spoke up, just as people we