WHITNEY (Surprise POV) "I don't want to go to a bloody seer, okay? That's a complete waste of time and very… just a complete waste of time, and I am absolutely not interested." I smiled up at the new acquaintance I had just made at the private beach house I was currently in, reapplying my lipgloss. The poor girl looked disappointed, and kept glancing back at the ugly hut which the seer stayed in. As if it was not traumatizing enough that I had been at a beach like this one just a few days ago, where I was embarrassed and called out like a criminal. The media still had things to say about me until today. With every passing day came a new narrative, and it was not long before I gave up on reading captions about me in blogs. I was not the perfect woman, far from it, but everything those blogs wrote were lies. Big, fucking lies, and they had just managed to ruin my reputation on the media and paint me to be the biggest faker ever. The difference with this beach was that I did n
VINCENT "Kurt's funeral is tomorrow. You asked me to represent you there, so I'll just temporarily hand over my duties to Miss Smith. Is that okay?" James asked me. I nodded absentmindedly. At the moment, I could not even fully remember who the hell 'Mrs Smith' actually was. Whoever she was, she would be working for me for three days, until James was back. I hoped she was a bit different from other women who would see this as a chance to leave their chest areas almost bare whenever they were around me. When I was a few years younger, I seized the opportunity and taught a handful of them serious lessons in bed. Now, I was not old and aging or anything.. I simply was rarely in the mood to play games anymore. Whitney kept trying to seduce me when we were together. I had to constantly remind her that this whole thing between us was not real, and I was big interested in her body.. not in the least. She would laugh it off and assure me in the end that I would 'come around'. Or
KATERINAI soaked myself in work.. because the only other option was locking myself up in my room and I decided that my situation was not pathetic enough for that. I had just placed my work phone down on the table after a call when another call came in on my personal phone. I frowned, looking into the phone to see who it was.Simon.This was the first time he was calling me after the incident on my way to the cemetery. I grabbed my phone off the table and just stared into the phone as it rang, heavily contemplating if I should pick up or just remain in my bubble until I decided that it was completely fine for me to get out of it.My finger slipped in between my thinking process, and I answered the call, placing my phone against my ear,"Hello?""He knows. He saw me outside a mall today, even he came to shop with Whitney Jackson. He stopped me and told me he had a chat with the new girl I am talking to. He apparently slipped some tracker in her but I have searched all over her body an
KATERINAI continued to check around for any sign of my staffs, at least one of them. Relief flooded my chest when I saw my head chef. We ran into each other's arms at the same time, the tears starting to roll down my cheeks now.This was the first time I had ever initiated physical contact with them but the emotions were too much in that moment, and again, I guess I had gotten enough time to be able to train myself to actually relate with my staff and get over whatever PTSD or trauma Vincent had left me with over domestic workers.When we pulled away, both crying now, I asked her about the others, "The drivers? Security? Cleaners? Is everyone fine? Please tell me everyone is fine…"She nodded, and I felt like going on my knees right there just to cry and scream with gratefulness. Two people had died from the fire incident at Vincent's company and it was my fault. I had not been able to get over that one yet.If anyone had died in this house tonight because of me too, I knew I would
VINCENT "What do you mean? This is a chance for her to start paying for all she has done to us! Most importantly, for letting you bear the guilt of not one but two deaths all because of some stupid rivalry you barely know anything about." James cried out, pacing the room with annoyance written all over his face.I was still busy trying to get to her. Until she had cut the call too many times on me and I just slammed the phone on the table, slowly looking up at James who had jerked on hearing the sound and stopped pacing.I stopped glaring at him after a while, sighing as I relaxed further into the seat. This was not his fault, I decided. She was the one who had refused to pick up all my calls.I had to see and talk to her soon enough.Whitney was on some vacation, and she did not tell me who she was out with, but I already knew it was one of her numerous sugar daddies. In fact, I was a little too sure of who exactly it was.Pope Lawson.Yes, a Pope. She thought she could be sleek wh
KATERINA".. can I know the dress details? It looks stunning, really. I feel like I need to have it on me at least once in a lifetime." One of the trophy wives I had sat with gushed and I just forced a smile, trying to keep mg attention on them.I kept wondering if Vincent was going to show up for this party or he would send a representative. From what I knew about him, he would most likely send a representative; the man never liked to be stressed.But at the same time, he was full of surprises.I did not want him here. I did not feel like being confronted by him over the truth yet. I did not feel like explaining why I was not dead as he had thought.. why his plan did not work and how far I actually intended to go with my payback. But I had missed out on two major events in the past few days already because I was hiding from him, and I could not miss this one again.I answered the woman who was sitting across me, "Actually, my dress is custom made, but I can give you my stylist's cont
VINCENTHer eyes were wide with surprise at first, and then then they became angry. She was not wearing the contacts tonight. Almost like after I had seen her real eyes, she could not care less about anyone else.Just went further to prove what I already knew. This woman was an imposter; she was Grace. My wife was not dead as I had thought."Or should I call you Grace?" I asked quietly, slipping my hands into my pocket as I studied her face. She had changed a lot, but now I could see through all the changes clearly. Her face had lost fat, her body too. Her skin was tanner, and she had probably gotten a nose job done so her nose would look different. She had done a lot just to hide her identity from me.I needed to know why."What the hell are you on to?" She shot back, of course, not backing down without a fight.. or in this case, an argument.I walked closer to her and she just watched me move, her back pressed against the iron railing behind her."I know you are Grace. I want to kn
KATERINAI could not stop thinking about it. Even now, my stomach did a flip as I recalled his exact words;'… I would make you mine, just like I am yours."Did he really mean it or was he just playing with my feelings, since he suspected already that I was Grace.. he probably felt like the easily manipulated girl he used to know was still somewhere inside me.I shook my head while I stood in front of the mirror, as a means to get the reoccurring thoughts of the man off my head.I stared directly into my eyes as I said to myself in a hushed tone, "Stop thinking about him, girl.. what the hell are you doing?"Then with a loud groan, I rolled my eyes and started to storm off, towards my bed though.Today was the day Whitney would finally return from her forbidden affair with a whole Pope. It surprised me really, the kind of audacity that woman possessed. And why was Vincent confessing love to me when he had her?I could not wait to tell her all about it and watch him deny, deny, deny un