If there was one thing Millicent knew about Austin, it was that arrogant smile. It was the kind of expression he always wore when he thought he won something, especially a battle.And, if he was acting like that while being accompanied by the other company executives, then it was certainly not something good that was coming.“Hello, gentlemen.” She smiled her best diplomatic smile, as if she didn't have a care in the world as she picked up another glass and approached them “Are you enjoying the party?” “Yes, Miss Bianchi. Despite all the financial problems he has faced in recent years, your uncle clearly still has a lot of support to receive. I am sure he will get through this crisis with ease.” Mr. Young, one of the executives who Millicent knew to be one of the closest to Evan, ran his eyes around the room, not really looking very pleased that Dante was so close to overcoming all the boycotts that Emma was promoting and that no one seemed to have the courage to mention “As expected,
“Mr. Carnby…” Mr. Young was the first to speak, looking as shocked as Millicent felt to see Isaac act that way, his hateful gaze in his brother’s direction, making no move to let go of Austin’s wrist “I think you misunderstood what we were talking about. There is nothing personal about the proposal we just made to Miss Bianchi…”“And, even if there was, none of that is your business!” Austin growled, but even his best efforts didn't seem to be able to make him escape Isaac's grip “We're talking about something that will contribute to the company you've invested millions in, as you always make a point of repeating. Isn't that why you appointed my ex-fiancee to oversee my project? To make sure you always had an eye on everything? Or could it be that, in the end, all you wanted was to keep your eyes on something else, Isaac?” he sneered, with a smirk “It seems not everything is completely under your control, as you like to pretend, right?”Millicent waited for Isaac to rebut his brother w
“Millicent! Millicent!” Austin’s scream echoed through the halls, closer and closer to Millicent’s ears, but she didn’t let it bother her. Instead, she continued to stare at the laptop on the table, standing next to Laura Poulin, until the office door finally opened, making a loud clang as if it had been kicked.“Millicent!” Austin growled, his face almost scarlet with anger “What did you do…?” he was in the middle of asking the question when he finally seemed to notice Laura standing there, which caused his posture to change drastically, like a flame hit by ice water “Mrs. Poulin… Why didn't you tell me you'd be in the office today? I would be delighted to welcome you to my office...”“Mrs. Poulin is not only involved in the films and series that will come out of your project, Mr. Carnby.” Millicent snorted, straightening up “Anyway, we're having a private meeting. Why did you come into my office uninvited and cause such a commotion?”“The reason? I just found out that you broke an ag
After everything she had gone through to get to that position, Millicent never thought she would be distracted during a meeting with executives. But, that was exactly what was happening at that moment. And there was only one culprit, the same one who was sitting by her side in the meeting room.Isaac Carnby.In another of many moments of weakness, she glanced in his direction out of the corner of her eye, only to look away quickly when she found those blue eyes fixed on her. Damn. Her body missed him. Madly. She couldn't deny it. However, a part of her was still angry with him. And her pride simply couldn't allow what had happened at her uncle's party to be forgotten so easily. If they really were partners, then he had to learn to communicate with her, especially about serious matters, like what he had insinuated about Austin. As much as her lips were burning for his kiss, Isaac needed to learn to be honest with her. After all, what did he think his mouth was for? Just to touch his lip
Greco's Strip Club smelled of smoke, alcohol and sex. A smell so strong that it seemed to permeate everyone there, from the burly security guards guarding each of the doors and the completely naked women gyrating in the polidances. Even Isaac felt like that smell would stay in his nose forever, even if he had only visited that club a handful of times. When it all started, he thought he would have to become a regular at that place to get what he wanted, like the rest of the drunk men scattered around. However, Ugo Greco seemed to have made plans for him sooner than Isaac expected.“Here, handsome.” the waitress who had guided him inside the club stopped in front of a huge iron door that appeared to be armored, an inviting smile on her face “You can ask the girls inside whatever you want, but don't forget that I saw you first, yes?” When he simply ignored her and went to open the door, the girl just snorted, “Still playing hard to get, I see. I can increase the discount I said I would g
“I hope you don’t mind giving me a few minutes of your time, sweetie.” Fiona smiled, her body expression and murmured voice making it clear she was, once, certainly very seductive.“Should I be interested in something that cannot be heard by Mr. Greco?” Isaac shot back, but his words only made her laugh.“Why, darling. Anyone who does business with the Greco’s is part of the family and you shouldn’t act like that towards the family.” She placed her hand on his shoulder, stroking it for a second, before he moved away “Besides, it's not like I'm wanting to do anything out of Ugo's eyes. I just know this is a subject that bores him, but I have a feeling it won't be like that for you.” “Maybe, if you take the trouble to be a little more direct, I can tell you whether I’m interested or not.”“A straightforward man, I see. Well, from what I've heard about Evan's plans for you, I can't say it's your fault for being so grumpy like that.” she sighed, falsely worried, but obviously didn't pursu
“That’s what you call capture?! Where did you put the fucking wire I gave you? In your ass?” Commissioner Wilson shouted, making Isaac roll his eyes.“If you are incompetent and cannot capture the evidence you prepared yourself, then it is not my problem.” he sighed “I could have ended up with a bullet in my head if that piece of junk of yours had let out one last hiss, but you’re not listening to me talk shit, are you?”“Listen here, you son of a bitch…”“Calm down, Greg. The boy has a point. Don't forget he is our best tool right now. None of the others managed to approach the Greco’s as successfully as he did.” Wilson’s right-hand man, Detective Holloway, interceded “Relax a little. What we captured was enough evidenc
If Millicent had known those three days of workshopping for Austin's team would be so tiring, she would have tried harder to keep Austin around and forced him to act as a leader, rather than running away and leaving all the responsibilities on her shoulders.“Gosh…” she sighed as she finally sank into an armchair in the anteroom of the company auditorium. On the other side of the wall where she was leaning, the last lecture of the day had ended and now the entire team was free to talk and enjoy the buffet she had hired for that occasion. Well, at least they all looked happy and excited, ready to go back to work full steam ahead the next day. It made Millicent feel like all that effort had been worth it.“If you ever ask me to help you with something like that again…” Cassie, who was already leaning back in an armchair on her side, mumbled “Our friendship is over. And I don't care if it counts in my time bank. I would a million times rather spend all night working for Mr. Davis than ru
"We know we look terrible, Millie. You don't have to stare at us like we're two abandoned dogs." Cassidy grumbled, rubbing the deep dark circles under her eyes, while Frankie just continued to sip her coffee as if she were drinking water."It's not that." Millicent lamented "It's just... You don't have to go through this. Let me talk to my father. I know I can get you out of Jasmine and Miles' hands...""You spent months thinking you'd lost your project, but you never thought about talking to your father. And now you want to do this just because we lost a few hours of sleep? That's so... You." Cassidy laughed, without much humor "Look, as much as I would love to change positions and have the freedom to tell that bitch to fuck off, Mr. Davis has already talked to me privately. The only thing that annoys me is it took him giving me pity to actually get me close to the promotion I always wanted. I've worked at this company since college, but Jasmine was more relevant than all the effort
Hello everyone!First of all, I would like to apologize for all these weeks of inactivity. I didn't mean to be away for so long. Thank you very much for all the support and kind words from all of you. My father is okay, but he still needs to do some tests to confirm or deny the doctors' suspicions of prostate cancer.These next few weeks will be quite turbulent for me, but honestly, I want to get through them doing what I love: writing. That's why Millie's story is back and, hopefully, this month we will finish it in the best way possible
“Isaac?” Millicent blinked and, unlikely as it was, he was there when she turned, looking as shocked as she felt to see him standing there in the middle of Evangeline Greco's small garden.“What are you doing here?” he asked again, his voice not only surprised but also alarmed and irritated.However, Millicent didn't need much to realize that, even though he was looking in her direction, strangely that question wasn't directed at her.The person next to Isaac looked young, although he was easily the size of three men. Isaac was already extremely tall, but somehow this stranger seemed built like a wall, even though he was Millicent's age at most. He had brown hair and even darker eyes, making it look like his pupils were just two empty spots on his face. It was quite intimidating, Millie had to admit, but at least it wasn't her that stranger was focused on.“Evangeline.” the man next to Isaac said, his voice hard and demanding “Why is there a Bianchi in the house?”“Because this is my
Hello everyone. I'm sorry for the last two days without chapters :(As I said before, my father's health has been my priority lately and, unfortunately, he had to go to the hospital this weekend. Because of that, I've had even less time to write, but I promise that I'll use any free time I have to write and I hope that tomorrow or the next day at the latest we can have a new chapter up.Again, I'm really sorry for not being able to write many chapters and have them ready for you in advance. As soon as things calm down, I'll do my best to change that. Thank you to everyone who is still reading this story, despite all the problems I've been having lately. I hope I can continue and finish this story for you in the best way possible and soon!See you all as soon as I can!
“Hello, Miss Bianchi.” the young woman smiled and Millicent’s heart suddenly felt heavy as she realized that this was, in fact, Mrs. Greco “It is a pleasure that you agreed to come to my meeting. Please, sit down. Tea is always better when it is warm and biscuits from Mrs. Crawford, our housekeeper, are the best accompaniment.” Her smile was still gentle and motherly, although now Millie noticed that even half of her mouth had small burn keloids.Millicent had seen worse burn scars, of course. Isaac’s legs had been licked by fire and there wasn’t an inch of his skin below his knees that wasn’t marked in that way. However, Evangeline Greco’s burns were something different. The area around her eyes was completely covered in scars, but the rest of her face had irregular marks, as if the cause had not been fire, but rather something that had splashed onto her skin, like some type of liquid.“Millie, honey. It's so good to see you here. It feels like ages since we last saw each other.” Som
The last few days had been… Quite chaotic for Millicent, to say the least. And, of all the ways she thought this week could end, the last one was at a Greco party, hidden in the middle of their garden, while talking to Cassidy on the phone.“Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” she asked her best friend, for probably the hundredth time in the last three days “I know you're still mad at me for leaving you alone with Dominic after he asked you to, but… I really think you guys needed to talk. There were many years where you were hiding things from each other.” “I’m not mad at you.” Cassie snorted, her voice too surly for anyone who wasn't irritated “And stop talking to me like I'm a child incapable of accepting reality.” She hesitated for a long moment, leaving the line silent. “Now I realize that, perhaps, we both really needed to hear what the other had to say. Like… Two adults. Not two hurt children who were pretending to be adults.”“So… Did the conversation go well?” Millicent trie
“You son of a bitch!” Cassie hissed, but remained on the floor, fidgeting between cardboard boxes as if straightening her clothes, before finally standing up. “You did that on purpose!”“I told you, love. Neither of them are blind… At least not in the way you’re thinking.” Dominic snorted and, in the next instant, he too crawled out of the destroyed boxes, although he seemed far less concerned than Cassidy with looking decent, still shirtless and with the top button on his pants undone. he glared at his cousin mockingly. “So, how's your game going, Mr. Heartless? For someone who always takes whatever he wants, you seem to be acting like a shy 15 year old, don't you think? ‘It’s not a waste when it comes to you.’ Really? Have you ever thought about writing a book of poems, Shakespeare?”“Well, I'd rather be sensible and act like a shy teenager, as you say, than be treated like someone's shameful secret.” Isaac shot back, “Or do you think your sweet girlfriend brought you here because sh
“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