“This was the last topic on the agenda of our meeting today. If no one else has anything to add, we can call it a day. Thanks for the hard work, everybody.” Millicent said it loud enough for everyone at the conference table to hear, but, as always, all she got back were a few mumbles and grunts that were impossible to understand. There was no doubt that she had managed to convince everyone there to respect her word, but on the other hand, there seemed to be more aversion to her than ever. But now, finally, she felt like she could understand the root of the problem. It was more than just a mere prejudice about her being a Nepo baby. Apparently, Jasmine had been spreading lies about her personality and, now that Millicent was finally using her influence as supervisor of that project, everyone thought they had received proof those rumors about her being a spoiled and heartless tyrant were true.Knowing the origin of all that disdain didn't make it any less uncomfortable, however. After
Millicent had learned an interesting thing about herself that day: she functioned much more efficiently when her sole focus was getting back at Austin and making him angry. Who knows, it wouldn't have been better if she had found a way to bring him with her and Isaac to that restaurant.Maybe then she would be able to stand confidently, instead of feeling so… Nervous.“Try to relax, Miss. Bianchi…” Isaac murmured in her ear, as the two followed the waiter to their table “Remember people will think we are on a business date and we have to make it look like a romantic date. And generally, a woman in love doesn’t seem as restless as you.”“I'm trying my best.” she squeaked silently, trying to soften her expression “It’s just… I didn’t expect you to choose a restaurant where almost all the patrons know my family.” Millicent made the mistake of looking around for a quick moment, finding all the other customers' eyes on her.“Of course. If we want the word to spread, then we have to get the
“Why do you look like you haven’t slept in days?” Cassidy asked, but the only answer Millicent was able to give her was a long yawn. “How many hours did you guys spend on that date today? Two or three? What could have happened to give you dark circles that big?” “Nothing happened. I just… I couldn’t sleep properly.” Millicent couldn't control another yawn.“If nothing happened, then what exactly kept you awake?” her best friend insisted, even though Cassidy was having to divide her attention between herself and all the reports on the computer screen that Mr. Davis had demanded be reviewed later that day.“I think… It was just because nothing happened.” she admitted with a deep sigh “It was all very… Tense, I guess. I don’t know if I know the right word to describe how I feel around him since that… Kiss.” Millicent mumbled as quietly as she could, “I know I should be happy about this, because it will make our fake affair a lot easier and now I can be sure there's nothing wrong with me
"Ms. Poulin?" Millicent stood up, surprised “It's good to see you, but... I think there may be some mistake in the schedule that may have been passed on to you. The new meeting to discuss the details of the project will only take place in 3 days…”"I know." the old woman snorted, not paying her any attention, while other team members crowded near the door with their expressions full of dread. “But I decided to get ahead of myself and save my time. It's all rubbish. Do it again and, this time, correctly, if you want me to continue with this project.”That disdainful look was powerful enough to make Millicent's blood run cold and, under other circumstances, she would certainly have her head down and totally intimidated by Laura, as well as her colleagues on the outside. It would be much easier to just give in and go through the enormous trouble of doing it all again. It would be Austin's responsibility anyway, since everyone thought he was the sole leader and creator of that project. How
“Oh, Millie, honey. You look so beautiful!” Thea sighed, even needing to pull out another tissue nearby “It always makes me so happy to see you looking stunning like this. Especially knowing you’re about to have the displeasure of enduring the Carnbys for an entire night…”“Thanks, Thea.” Millicent smiled, running her eyes one last time at the sight of herself in that dark green dress in the reflection of the mirror “You and Mom always manage to make me look so much better than I actually do.”“What have I said about commenting on things like that?” her mother sighed, moving nimbly around to straighten every detail of Millicent’s dress, almost as if she herself wasn’t already cramped into a formal gown “I know you don’t care about looking pretty just because Austin is going to be there. I also think it's bullshit to want to show he lost the most beautiful woman in the world. This is already obvious to everyone, after all. But, I'm glad you finally want to highlight your beauty instead
The Carnbys' spring formal seemed more crowded than usual. Evan was the type of businessman who never refused to reach out to anyone as long as the other person offered enough money to do so, so obviously he had more “friends”, partners and clients than his family's huge mansion could support. Even so, they seemed to have squeezed in a hundred more people that year, almost to the point of making it difficult for waiters to move among the guests with trays of drinks and appetizers in their hands.And, even with that crowd divided into several different groups and distracted by several different conversations, almost everyone still turned to see Millicent and Isaac entering the room.“I wish they would at least try to hide it…” Millicent muttered to herself, but Isaac didn't even seem to have to make an effort to listen.“We are their evening's entertainment. They're probably relieved to have something to talk about now, instead of having to keep pretending to like each other.” Isaac c
“What a lovely surprise.” Florence was the first to break the silence between them, plastering her face with a sycophantic smile that Millicent knew very well “When could I have dreamed I would have two of the loveliest young women in High Society grace my ball? Oh, Alessia, darling, it's been so long since we've seen each other. You look stunning, as always.” Austin’s mother approached, running her hand through Alessia’s long and strawberry blond, almost red hair.“Thanks, Florence. It's always great to come here. You throw the best parties.” Alessia laughed “Although, I hear the real action has been happening outside of the galas thanks to your son, right?” “That… It was nothing more than a misunderstanding. It's a shame you heard about that horrible episode from the wrong people, but as soon as I have some free time tonight, I promise I'll tell you what really happened.” Florence forced a smile, clearly eager to end the conversation “Anyway, it's great to have you here, my dear. A
If Jasmine's goal was to make an impressive entrance, she certainly succeeded, because many of the guests several feet away from where they stood had turned their necks to look at her. Perhaps not only because no one expected Austin's mistress to attend an important event like that, but also because she hadn't chosen a dress that was the least bit discreet for the occasion, with a long dark red skirt covered in sparkles and a large ruby necklace on her neck that would not let her go unnoticed in any way. On her face, there was a convinced little smile, as if just by being there in front of Millicent she had already won something.However, that confidence only lasted until the moment when Florence seemed to recover from the shock.“What…” she panted, furious “What is this woman doing here, Austin?!”“Mom, I…” Austin stuttered, his gaze at Jasmine not at all soft or romantic “I… I don't know, but I promise I'll sort it out right now.” he growled, lunging at Jasmine to grab her arm. “I
"Why did you come back?" Millicent questioned, frustrated "You clearly left not only your name and your life, but also your entire past behind. Anyone can see that you got the happy life you wanted, alongside your husband. So... Why now? If you didn't come back for so many years, even knowing the kind of person you had left Isaac alone with... What changed?"“I always wanted to go back for Isaac.” she stated, shrinking "But... Circumstances were never favorable enough... Until he became an adult and it seemed to be too late. But, I never left him helpless. Neither he nor my brother." Imogen chewed on her lower lip "I shouldn't have been surprised that Vincent suspected I was alive. He was always good at seeing more than other people were capable of. That was one of the reasons I left Isaac. I knew his uncle would protect him, especially after he turned 18. I just didn't expect Vince to involve him in his damn revenge plans!" Imogen growled "He should have left Isaac alone! Help him go
“You can start talking.” Millicent snapped, after several minutes had passed, lengthening that terribly uncomfortable silence between them “That's what you came here for, isn't it?”"Yes, I..." Imogen's voice shook, almost breaking "It's just... I think I spent too much time trying to forget the past. Talking about it isn't as simple as opening your mouth and letting the words come out." She massaged her own throat for a moment, as if it were actually a physical pain “How much… How much do you know about what my life was like, when I was still Imogen Carnby?”“I know what your son and your brother told me.” Millie sighed "I know your relationship with your father wasn't good and your marriage with Evan was terrible. But, I still don't think that justifies it..." “Terrible is quite a kind word for my situation at that time.” Imogen interrupted, with a dark smile "It's not like I blame Vincent for not knowing how to tell my side of the story properly. He was preoccupied with his own pro
"That's why I'm going to take action, Millicent… Millicent? Millicent!" Laura’s voice gradually rose on the other end of the call, until it pierced Millicent’s thoughts “Can you hear me?”"I'm sorry, Laura, I..." Millie sighed, supporting her head with her free hand "I'm just a little distracted. Today was... A long day.""You've been saying that all week. Frankly, Isaac Carnby isn't worth that much that you're losing sleep over him." Laura grumbled and Millicent had to bite her tongue to keep from admitting that, besides him, her mother was also haunting her all the time lately. “Did you even hear what I said?”"Yes. Uncle Dante had already mentioned at our last dinner that he received an invitation to Emma's ball. Not that it's a surprise. It's been like this since I can remember: they fight, he moves away from her and then Emma tries to get closer. I think she lives in eternal denial that her son has completely moved away from her." Millie sighed “But… I admit I didn’t hear the part
"Take a sip of water and pull yourself together, Ms. Bianchi. I don't think either of us are going to get out of here anytime soon if you keep sitting there shaking, instead of talking."Millicent tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she looked up to see Isaac's uncle placing a glass of water on the table in front of her, before sitting down on the sofa, his hands folded on top of his cane dismissively. He could have let her in, but his manner wasn't exactly friendly. She had hoped that he might simply shatter her theories the moment she mentioned her sister's name, whether by sending her away or yelling at her for mentioning Imogen Carnby's name out of nowhere.Yet there he was, completely silent and staring at her as if he were waiting for a confession. And honestly, Millicent was indeed feeling like she was being interrogated, even though they were both silent.After all, how exactly was she supposed to say she had seen his dead sister, without sounding crazy?“I… I’m sorry f
Millicent had promised herself that she would no longer approach Isaac. And, theoretically, she was fulfilling her promise. She was back in the building where they had met so many times to make love, spend the day together or just talk. Not even she was in denial enough to say it didn't affect her, especially after the cold and indifferent way Isaac had treated her days ago... But, what really mattered was that she wasn't in danger of finding him there at any moment. She had made sure of that…Even if it meant joining forces with someone else she hadn't yet forgiven.“Everything is clean.” Sage said on her side, typing message after message to her team "His car is already miles away. And, if by any chance he decides to come back, I'll make sure you have enough time to get out of here safely and discreetly."“Thank you.” was all Millicent replied, without much enthusiasm.Being around Sage again reminded her of the friendship the two shared. Or rather, she thought they shared. Knowing
Millicent’s heart beat so fast that, for an instant, she thought it would escape her chest. A terrible shiver seemed to run through her body and into her veins, and for a second she felt almost as if she were about to faint. But, fortunately, no one there seemed to notice her condition.No one but the woman named Dasha Nikolaev, whose eyes kept darting back and forth in Millicent's direction nervously, almost as if she were afraid of something.“Oh, what a lovely piece.” Mrs. Davis praised, taking the small pearl between her fingers “So simple and yet so charming…”“Thank you.” Dasha cleared her throat, turning her face to the side as if to avoid Millicent's gaze at all costs "I got them from my husband a long time ago. It was terrible that I lost the pair, ages ago..." she hesitated, as if she had lost herself in thought for a moment "But, Mr. Sokolov sure did a fantastic job. It's as if I have the original pearl with me again. Vasily will certainly be impressed too. He has been insis
Millicent had been regretting many of her decisions lately, there was no denying it. And, the moment she had removed Sage from her position as head of security, a part of Millie had always known that she would bitterly regret it at some point.But she didn't imagine it would be that much.“You shouldn’t be here, Ms. Bianchi.” James Moore, the new head of security that her father had personally appointed for her, repeated for the hundredth time as they walked through the small garden of the Greco estate “It’s not safe.”“But you’re with me, aren’t you?” Millie said, trying to sound friendly, although he was starting to get on her nerves with all that inflexibility "Your team is all spread out and I'm not delusional enough to think you didn't send our location to your backup. So please relax, Mr. Moore. I just want to visit a friend..."“Whoever your friend is and why she is here, it is still a situation that needs to be reported to your father.” he said, not as a question, but as a stat
“If you’re too nervous to attend this meeting, then I can make up some excuse for you to go home.” Laura muttered under her breath, sitting in the chair next to Millicent.“This is absolutely unnecessary.” Millicent snorted and, for what seemed like the hundredth time in just the last hour, squeezed her knees under the table, trying to calm the nervous movement of her leg "I'm the manager of two of this company's main projects. Why shouldn't I be present during the monthly accounting with our investor?" Her teeth ground together before she could even hide it.“Your father spent the whole dinner yesterday talking everybody ears off about you being confined in a room with Isaac Carnby today.” she sighed, with a mix of annoyance and a bit of what seemed to be... Worry, perhaps? "Frankly, I still think it's a little ridiculous that he would have that kind of concern about a woman his age, but... I have to admit that I've never had children. I don't know what it feels like to worry 24/7 abo
“Vincent…!” Isaac tried to react, but the other son of a bitch had already jumped on him too, holding his arms behind his back hard enough for him to feel the bones in his wrists creak, as if they were about to break."Oh, don't be so worried. I used to discipline my new partners in much worse ways in the past. You can ask his uncle later." Ugo laughed, his almost disappearing under the strong wind around them and Vincent's grunts of pain, while Ugo's bodyguard continued to punch and kick him without mercy, not giving him even the slightest opportunity to try to get up from the ground "He's going to be fine. You probably don't know, but your uncle has been through much worse...."“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Isaac twitched, causing the grip on the man's hands holding him to falter, only for the next instant an