At first, Millicent's eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness, which caused her steps to be slower than she intended. However, Isaac didn't seem to mind. He followed before her, descending the stairs with his arm outstretched as if to stop something on the sloping ceiling from reaching her. Fortunately, the stairs weren't as long as the darkness made them seem and, with just a few steps, Millicent felt the ground continue beneath her feet again.“Where are we exactly?” She looked around, only managing to make out the silhouette of some things and other objects scattered around, dimly lit by the moonlight coming from above.“It’s a… Waiting room, so to speak.” he said, an audible smile in his voice as he took just a few steps away from her, walking somewhere in that room.Until a diffuse light came on and Millicent realized that they were in the Carnby basement, a place full of junk and poorly closed boxes covered in dust.“I’m sorry for the bad first impression.” Isaac snorted
“I already told you! I have more to offer than that bitch! She can give you the Bianchis? So what? I can give you the Grecos!” Jasmine was the one who shouted, Millicent had no doubt, even though she couldn't see much through the hole in the attic floor. The only things visible were the polished porcelain floor of the room below and the tops of the heads of two people who Millicent thought were Austin and Evan, but there was no way to be sure. At least not until they started talking.“Shut your damn mouth!” Florence scolded her, full of hatred “I’m warning you, Austin! There's no point in simply removing her from our party and our guests! She will keep trying to ruin your life until you finally do something about it…!”“Oh, really? And what attitude would be perfect for you?” Jasmine teased “To watch your dear son continue to slog through the mud trying to win over Millicent, while she continues to sleep with Isaac and humiliate your entire family? I thought you had created your preci
“And, now, you can send.” Millicent instructed, pointing to the computer screen as one of the team members finalized the file on the new application Emma had forced them all to implement “I know it may seem a little complicated, but it will only be like this at the beginning. I'm sure you'll adapt soon.”“Thank you, Miss Bianchi.” the woman, who Millicent could now at least remember was called Dallas, nodded nervously, staring at her out of the corner of her eye, like she was waiting for a disaster to happen or something "I… Uh… I was actually a little confused about this, but… You didn’t have to come here in person. I know this might be a bother. Next time, I or any other team member will be fine if you just send your assistant to help us. Especially on a day when we know you’re busy…”“I'm your supervisor. It is my obligation to help solve any problem you may encounter.” she shrugged, smiling despite knowing full well that her friendliness didn't mean much to that woman or any other
“What?” Millicent asked, before she could stop herself, which caused several eyes to turn to her, likely interpreting her question as just bitterness from Austin's vengeful ex-fiancée.“As Austin’s secretary, I was the person the team trusted most to bring their praise and criticism to you all.” she gloated, wearing her best mask of a sweet, hard-working girl “I hope you don't have any problems with that, Miss Bianchi. It was not an easy choice and I was flattered to have been chosen.”“What happened to Emily Wolf?” Millie asked, keeping her tone as neutral as possible “I heard from a member of the staff that she was in charge…”“Oh, about that…” she smiled and, even though she should have been used to it by now, Millicent was amazed at how that woman could seem innocent and well-intentioned when she wanted to “Actually, I was their second choice, it's true. But, unfortunately, poor Mrs. Wolf is very old. She is hoping to receive her retirement next year. That's why the team chose her
Millicent was so shocked by those words that she was unable to respond for a few moments. And, unfortunately, Austin recovered his voice much faster than she did. “What bullshit do you think you’re talking about?!” he growled, this time not only slamming his hands against the table, but also standing up abruptly to the point of knocking over the chair he was sitting in “This project is mine! Neither you nor anyone else can take it away from me…!” “Austin!” Evan practically yelled, making his son cringe instantly “What do you think you’re doing, acting like this?! Is this the way you want everyone to think I raised you?” “No, father…” Austin clearly had to force himself to contain himself, picking up the discarded chair on the floor so he could sit down “I'm sorry.” “It’s not just me and our family’s name that you should be apologizing to, but also to everyone present in this room, being forced to watch your childish spectacle!” Evan roared harshly, but his hateful gaze was directe
Millicent's heart pounded so hard for a moment that it felt like it was trying to fly away. Laura's words still sounded so shocking that she felt like she was in a dream. However, faced with all those looks, some filled with revolt and contempt while others were clearly proud of her, Millie forced herself to disguise her reaction, straightening up and acting as everyone would expect of a project manager at the Bianchi Group. “I’m grateful for all of your trust.” She managed to smile calmly, even though she knew she would probably shed a few tears of joy when she was alone “This project… It means a lot to me and I will continue to dedicate myself completely to it.” “That's… That's ridiculous!” Austin stood up again, looking more desperate than ever “This is my project! No one here would be able to develop it better than me! It's not fair
Isaac had already done many difficult things in his life… But going to a girl's house to meet her family was not one of them. “Are you uncomfortable?” Millicent murmured beside him in the backseat of the Bianchis’ car, sounding genuinely concerned, even though there was no reason to be “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have invited you to such an intimate dinner if I’d known you’d be so nervous…” “I’m not nervous.” He cleared his throat, irritated with himself for knowing that was a lie “Why should I be nervous?” “My parents don’t think I’m driving you home like my boyfriend or anything.” Her voice dropped even lower, as if she didn’t want the driver, an old man who seemed to have known her since she was a child, to hear her “I made that very clear to them. But if my father and brothers still insist on treating you this way, I promise I’ll protect you.” At first, he thought it was a joke, but when she smiled that sweet smile, Isaac knew it was true. Millicent was serious. “Are they really t
“What the fu…!” Isaac growled, grabbing the damn furry thing and trying to pull the claws away from his face before the cat could do more than scratch him “Son of a…” Finally, with one last tug that dragged one of the cat's claws across his temple and nearly drew a little blood, Isaac managed to pull the cat away, only to find himself face to face with the same four-legged bastard they had encountered on the road so long ago. Millicent was certainly giving the thing a royal life, because it no longer looked tiny, dirty, and unkempt, as if it had been chewed up and spat out. It was longer in every way, from its paws to its tail to its bared teeth, snarling loudly as it slashed its claws into the air to try to get at his face once more. “Isaac!” Millicent gasped beside him “What are you doing?” “I didn’t grab it too hard…” he tr
"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