If anyone in high society were asked who Millicent Bianchi was, there would be only one answer: She was the eldest daughter of Massimo Bianchi. And, because of that, she had everything.Even though she doesn't deserve it. She had a loving family, loyal friends, a job she had achieved without any effort and a surname that carried a legacy too great for someone as mediocre as her... And now, she also had a flawless engagement party. Courtesy of a perfect groom to a not-so-perfect bride. This was very clear to everyone, as her future husband was happily greeting all the High Society bigwigs who were scattered around the Bianchi’s garden, while Millicent was there, hidden in the shadows, observing everything from afar.Like always. “You know you don’t have to force yourself to do this.” Her mother’s gentle voice whispered in her ear “It’s a big step. If you don’t want to go through with all of this, your father and I will be here to protect you and sort things out.”“I know you will be
“You can do this, Millie. Just… Breathe.”Millicent muttered to herself, hoping her frantic thoughts might drown out the murmurs and sharp looks that followed her the instant she crossed the hallway. “Oh, it looks like daddy’s little princess insisted on coming to yet another meeting… What do you think?” a female voice asked, mischievously “Is she finally going to present something today? Or just lean on Mr. Carnby’s work, as always…?”“Are you crazy?!” another woman gasped “Lower your voice! Mr. Bianchi may not be here today, but he will definitely know if any of us are caught talking shit about his daughter!” It would have been very easy for Millicent to simply turn around and confront them. However, since the last thing she wanted was to see someone on their knees, begging her to save their jobs, she just continued on her way, silently. Presenting her project was the only thing she should worry about and the only reason she was fighting her heavy eyes and her tired body. It had t
“And that is my proposal, gentlemen.” Still motionless, Millicent watched her fiancé sit down, not even looking in her direction as the executives began to chat among themselves, clearly satisfied. Austin just remained smiling, almost as if he hadn't realized he had just introduced her project as his own, repeating every single word she had rehearsed exhaustively over the past few days. “An excellent presentation as always, Mr. Carnby.” one of the executives praised “Now, to complete our list, we have… Oh. Miss. Bianchi.” the old man snorted, causing all the eyes at the table to turn to her, but not in a friendly way.For a moment, Millicent managed to part her lips, but no words dared to come out. What could she say to convince these men that the project they were praising had been entirely hers? Should she just embarrass herself like that, even though she knew they would just laugh and mock her? “Millicent decided to take a break from her own project to help me with mine.” Austin
For a moment, the hallway was so silent that, in the midst of her shock and horror, Millicent even wondered if she was hallucinating, after such a terrible day.But Jasmine didn't let that doubt last more than a second. “Yes, Austin, baby! Harder!”“What the fuck…!” Sage growled under his breath “Those bastards! I can't believe it…! Millie? Millie, wait…!”Ignoring that low request, Millicent just let her feet guide her numb body to Jasmine's bedroom door, where not only did the suggestive growls become clearer, but she could also hear a second voice. The voice of someone who was obviously there with Jasmine, but who was still like a knife in Millicent's chest.“I already told you to shut up!” Austin grunted, but there was a clear smile in his voice.“Why?” Jasmine proved, her voice distorted with a malice that Millie would never have imagined her sweet and joyful friend was capable of “Are you afraid that some guard will hear us again…? Or, maybe, that your precious baby girl may be
As soon as she knocked on the door of Isaac's room for the first time, Millicent had to muster all her concentration not to tremble. About ten minutes had passed since she had heard Austin and Jasmine say things she would never forget, but the realization only seemed to be hitting her at that moment, as the tension grew in her chest. The mix of anger and a broken heart had made it seem like her only choice, but…Was she really about to do something like that?However, before she could even reflect on that question, the door opened and, suddenly, Isaac was there, making her swallow hard. He was wearing just sweatpants and a towel around his shoulder. His dark blond hair was still damp and, to her surprise, his chest was not just covered in muscles and tattoos, but also scars, some so deep that not even the ink could hide. It was probably the result of the accident he got into after driving drunk when they were teenagers, but still…“Let me guess…” he interrupted his thoughts, with thos
“Oh, baby… You promised me you would let me drink something before we enjoyed our last moments at the hotel…”Jasmine's giggle was pretty audible, but Millicent just ignored it and continued staring at the long, impeccably arranged table in front of her, patiently waiting for her guests to arrive at that particular bar in the hotel.“Millicent!” Austin gasped and, only then, did she allow herself to turn around, wearing the best smile she had rehearsed “What are you doing here?” She watched Austin pull away from Jasmine suddenly, arranging his robe like he was the epitome of chastity and Jasmine had her hair messed up like that just because of a good night's sleep.It was sickening to realize they had never made such a point of hiding those clues, but Millicent just turned a blind eye to it, acting like the blind idiot she knew they were hoping to find."Good morning. I hope you guys are hungry.” was all she said, as warmly as she could manage “I woke up early and asked the chef to pr
“Are you sure you’re okay, Millie?” Sage’s murmur in her ear made Millicent’s head throb, but even so she quickly disguised her expression, giving her bodyguard the calmest smile she was able to force."I am fine. It's just a little fever. The pills may be taking a while to work, but I'm sure I'll be better soon.” she tried to convince even herself, dragging her haggard body in the direction of where the hotel employees were carrying her bags “I think the last few days have taken more of a toll on me than I expected.” Millie grumbled, needing to hold her heavy head for a moment “You look irritated. Did something happen?”"No. Things are going as you predicted.” Sage growled lowly, clearly furious “But that bastard had the audacity to take his bitch on your father's jet and leave you here, all alone...” “Don’t worry. I know.” Millie muttered, taking out her cell phone to look one last time at the messages Austin had sent her.“Hey, baby. I hope your shopping in the city was good, beca
Millicent's body felt as heavy as lead when she managed to open her eyes, but at least her head wasn't hurting anymore. The last thing she remembered was being carried by Isaac to a seat on his plane, where an old doctor with a kind smile had given her some more pills. However, those had been strong enough to knock her out in a way that she didn't even know how much time had passed. Although they were certainly no longer on the ground, as there were clouds passing by the small window nearby...And Isaac was sitting in the armchair right in front of hers. His broad body dominated everything and made even that huge padded chair seem small. He still looked cold and intimidating, even though he looked casual like that, as he checked something on the tablet in his hands. But the way he was no longer wearing a jacket and the top few buttons on his shirt were half open made Millicent blush. Damn, she was too sick
“Now we just need to strap this to your wrist and… It’s done.” Millicent smiled in relief when she saw Isaac's hands now completely clean and covered in bandages “You have to change these bandages every 6 hours, okay? The skin on your wrist is kinda torn apart. It will take a few days to heal completely. Are you sure you are not feeling pain in any bones? You may have displaced something…”“I’m fine, really. I know how to identify when something in my body is out of place and, believe me, I feel great.” There was a smile on his face, but Isaac purposely seemed to be avoiding her gaze, staying focused only on his bandage “How many times have you been forced to bandage me since we met? You could be as good a nurse as your mother, you know?” “You say that because you've never seen Matteo in action. He is the true future nurse among us. Mother usually only finds out that he hurt himself by falling from somewhere when his injuries are almost healed.” She tried to keep the mood as mild as
“Unhand me, you bitch!” Jasmine screamed, but could do nothing but walk crookedly as Sage held her arms firmly behind her back.“She’s not scratching you, is she?” Millicent sighed, feeling the small scratches Jasmine had made on her wrists burn. “I can hold her for a bit, if you want.”“And let that crazy bitch try to get her claws into you again? No thanks." Sage huffed, pretending not to notice everyone's attention on them as the three of them walked down the halls towards Mr. Davis's office. “Are you sure we shouldn't throw her out a window? There's a trash can right under the waiting room on the sixth floor. It’s the quickest way to get her where she belongs…”“You think you’re going to get away with this, you whore?!” Jasmine screamed, still flailing like a fish in Sage’s arms, even though it clearly wasn’t having any effect. “I’m going to get you fired for this! I will sue you for assault and take every penny you have…!”“Good luck firing my bodyguard when she doesn’t even work
“Does Massimo’s security team know you’re here?” Isaac snorted, only turning to go back to his desk as that bastard stormed into his office. “Or were they stupid enough to let you stop by their office and grab some personal belongings, before being banned from this building forever? I should make a complaint about this, frankly. They seem to be letting any idiot walk around these days, just because Evan’s tantrum is worth the hair of 10 men…”“Do you have any idea what you did?!” Austin growled, his hands slamming against the table, as if he truly believed that his lack of control would be able to intimidate Isaac. “You ruined everything, you piece of shit! And you still think this will give you any advantage?! All our shareholders will want your head on a platter when they find out it was you who made them lose a billion-dollar contract! You shot yourself in the foot, you idiot…!”“I think you’re wrong about something, little brother.” Isaac snorted “I’m not you. I don't need help fro
The Bianchi Group's offices were in chaos that day. Not that Isaac had the right to complain about that, when he was the one who had caused such chaos.Even now, sitting at his desk in that building as he signed the last documents that would completely end the connection between the Bianchis and the Carnbys, he couldn't bring himself to feel regret. From the moment he had made his decision, a part of Isaac had hoped that regret would hit him at some point. But now that Evan and Austin were out there, making a fuss with Massimo's security team to avoid being kicked out of the building, everything seemed... right.And Isaac wasn't blind enough not to admit to himself that everything felt right because of the smile of relief he'd seen on Millicent's face after it was all over.The fucking CEO position could go to hell. That was Vincent's only goal that he had forced into Isaac's mind since his childhood, anyway. After everything he had done to get here, Isaac couldn't care less if Evan's
“Answer the fucking question, Evan!” Massimo growled again, his anger reverberating throughout the silent meeting room. “Why are your dealership's cars in a junkyard?!”Millicent's shock was so great that she was unable to do more than just look around. Most of the executives were clearly confused, certainly having no idea what that document Isaac sent meant for the contract between the Bianchis and the Carnbys. However, a few, like Miles and Mr. Davis, they seemed not only aware of what was about to happen, but also ready to do damage containment.However, when Millicent looked for Isaac, still not understanding why he had done something like that, she found him with his attention focused only on Evan and the expression of pure panic on his face.“This…” Evan’s voice shook, as he nervously slid his finger across the screen of his cell phone, as if his desperation was increasing with each new glimpse of the detailed dossier Isaac had made. “I don’t know what this kid is trying to do,
Hello, everyone! ^^Luckily, I'm feeling a little better and we'll be back to having daily chapters starting today. Hopefully, nothing else will happen to mess up my plans to finish this story this month or, at the latest, by mid-April. But, I promise I'll keep you guys posted on everything
So many things had happened lately that Millicent had almost forgotten that there was a new project waiting for approval… In a meeting with Miles Hughes waiting to drain every last drop of her energy.“Would you like me to explain any details of the project further, Mr. Hughes?” Millicent asked in the friendliest way possible, even though the expression on Isaac's accountant's face wasn't friendly at all. "No." was all he replied, with his eyes focused only on the notes he had taken during the entire hour in which Millicent had presented her new project. “There is nothing else that needs to be analyzed about your project in matters of content. The question that needs to be discussed is whether all these ideas are financially viable.”“Indeed…” Evan, who seemed to have purposely sat close to Miles as if he wanted to watch from the sidelines as Millie’s idea was denied, grunted, “I believe that if the issue was just Miss Bianchi or any other project manager talking about their hopes fo
Hello, everyone! First of all, I'm really sorry for the lack of chapters yesterday and today. I caught a cold and, as much as I tried, I couldn't concentrate enough to write. As soon as I'm feeling better, which I hope will be soon, the chapters will be back as normal. I hope you can forgive me :(I really hope we can see each other tomorrow as normal! Thanks to everyone who reads this!
“You look quite confused.” Isaac chuckled, causing Millicent to blink slowly, looking up from his laptop screen so she could look at him.“Well… I feel confused, to be honest.” She shrugged her shoulders “Why exactly are we looking at a junkyard website?” As if the two needed a moment to absorb that information, their eyes turned to the colorful website that Isaac had placed there. It was quite rudimentary and clearly hadn't been through the hands of a professional programmer. The colors would hurt anyone's eyes, the font was weird and there was terrible visual pollution, especially because there were hundreds of pop-ups showing old cars on the screen, all with photos without any resolution.“It doesn't look very promising, I know. But it will be much more useful to us than all those spreadsheets, I guarantee it.” Isaac scrolled down the site, revealing more and more poorly taken photos of old and pre-owned cars that would probably benefit more from recycling than from being sold in t