Our Forbidden Desires [ENGLISH VERSION]

It's a wild night. In a club where the lights are bright and the music is loud, Samantha who's wearing a red velvet dress with a slit up one thigh, is drinking a glass of champagne while she enjoys herself at the dance floor of the club. Her long dark hair cascades down her shoulders."Hey babe." A tall man with light brown skin and dark brown hair, dressed in jeans and a t shirt walks up next to her. He's grinning from ear to ear. It is clear that he likes her. "Do you want to go somewhere private?" A man asked, Samantha looked at him in disguise. She's not actually there to make fun but to forget all the bullshits that's happening on her broken family now."Go away, whoever you are!" She said in an annoyed tone as she turned around to continue dancing. Samantha has always had a temper. On the other side, a man who's known as a billionaire and a playboy was watching her from afar. His eyes sparkled with admiration and interest. He liked what he sees. This woman will be his ticket ou

The day of Samantha's mother wedding arrived. Though she really don't want to be there, she just can't help pitying her mother who always tries to make her understand that it's already her new life. Everything is indeed extravagant. The decorations, the tables, the flowers, the food…The golden theme made it obvious that her mother's new love of life is a billionaire. There are plenty of rich guest who were there, along with a few of their friends and families.Samantha simply adjusted the veil of her dress, as she stared emotionless at her mother standing beside Mr. Benjamin. She actually doesn't know a lot about him. One thing she's sure is that she doesn't like him at all despite him being a well known billionaire of their city. She just stood there, listening to their introduction, while she can't still put out in her mind, what would be the life she'll have if only her mother and father tried to fix their broken marriage?"Everyone...""Ladies, and gentlemen. I also want you to

Samantha secretly rolled her eyes while looking on the view outside Tristan's window car. She's sitting in the passenger seat after refusing to seat on the front seat beside Tristan. The space between them filled with long silence. Samantha glance at Tristan arms on the steering wheel, while tapping the fingers on the leather surface lightly. After some hours the car drove inside the tall gate that lead into a mansion.After parking the car outside the house, he turns off the engine and exit the vehicle first. Samantha immediately get out of the car, she didn't wait for him to open the door for her. "I can do that." Samantha get her baggages on Tristan's hands. He raises his eyebrows. "Follow me," Tristan simply stated and walked toward the mansion without saying anything more.They walk through the garden which leads to the grand entrance. There's a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminating everything around her. Samantha's eyes widen in awe as she took a few ste

It's Samantha's first day of training as Tristan's secretary. Before going out of her room she looks at the large mirror in front of her as she fixed up the collar of her white blouse, smoothing it down until it's almost perfect before tying up her hair and pulling it back into a high ponytail. The blonde ends are neatly tucked behind her ears."You can do it, Sam. It's one of your dream to have a brother right? You have it now, don't ruin the chance..."After taking one last look in the mirror to check that all is well with herself she exits her bedroom. Her breath seems to catch in her throat when she sees Tristan standing next to her Mercedes-Benz S-Class. She's surprised to see him there after thinking that he already go ahead of her. "Why are you still here?" she said, trying to hide the way her heart was beating erratically against her chest. "Your Mom, told me to wait for you." Samantha nodded and looked away from him, when she noticed Tristan's eyes lingering over her body.

The office was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers. Tristan was seated behind his desk, his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. Samantha who's seated across from him, her notebook open, ready to take down any instructions, can't avoid to glance nervously on his furrowed thick brows. Lately, she can still able to joke around but after sometime the surrounding's seems to be suffocating. "Firstly, you need to manage my schedule," Tristan began, his voice cold and business-like. He doesn't even look at her."Ensure that there are no clashes and that I have adequate time between meetings for breaks." Tristan continued in a monotone, as he continues reading the document. His tone is uncharacteristically stiff, Samantha notes. She wonders what could've been happening to make him act like that. The Tristan she knows for now, is someone who always make her irritated because of his signature mischievous expression. "Sec