DAMIEN“I'm not reverting anything, do you think I'll get married to someone who's so schemy as that? She formed that pregnancy as a way of setting me up, I didn't impregnate her willingly."The fury that was thrumming through me was so hard that I crushed the phone in my hand, definitely leaving s crack on the screen.“That doesn't matter for now, just take care of this mess and get this bad publicity away from us, we're at the stake of losing everything we've built for years because of you." He growled.“Then we should be looking for other ways to tackle this, not bending to her whims, we're not weak dad, we've never been weak. We should stand up for ourselves.”I just needed a way to divert his attention away from the marriage stuff, I just can't get married to Eugene, I badly don't want to.She has been getting away with a lot of things and it's high time we put a permanent end to this. We never had problems with any company up until now when she assumed the position of the heires
EUGENE“So, what I think we should do is to analyze their sales and then we'll see where we go from there.” My assistant rambled off while I had my legs on my desk and my eyes focused on my nails.I'm currently painting them and one single mistake can ruin them, I don't want that to happen, might even snap at her if she allows what she's saying to disrupt this painting.“Ma'am, is that fine by you?" Her voice got to my ears and I had to look up, that was after I had made sure the brush was off my nails.“Do anything you think is good." I shrugged, it's not like I understand a word of what she has been talking about and I don't think I want to stress myself about knowing things about business.I mean, what's the use of an assistant if she can't make decisions like these? I just want to sign whatever she brings, bask in the public attention then get the money and influence this position brings.“But I need to know your response about this, we need a direct response before we proceed wit
DAMIEN“Will you marry me, Eugene?"She squealed, a squeal so loud that I almost covered my ears. Then she ran over to me and stretched out her hand at me.“Yes, yes, yes." She said continuously.I slid the ring to her finger and stood up, she immediately jumped on me, still squealing. I resisted the urge to tell her to shut the fuk up already, my ears were almost ringing.“Thank you so much, I didn't expect this." She said into my ears. I did my arms in a way that she just had to come off my body and she did.Camera sounds and the flashes from them made me compose myself, knowing that any gesture could be misinterpreted as something, so I had to play along.Different reporters soon started asking us questions, there were so many that there was no way we could hear any of them’s questions properly.“Did you reject her proposal as a form of surprise before?”"For how long have you two been dating?”"Is there anything you want the public to know?”The question goes on, I didn't even hav
KYLE“Oh, yeah, just like that." The whore above me groaned, she's currently grinding me, going in that motion that only females enjoy while I just lay there.When I saw that she reached orgasm through that, I was even generous enough to have allowed her to reach orgasm, I switched positions and had her underneath me.She moaned at how rough I was handling her, I just started thrusting into her immediately, not minding that she just reached orgasm.Just as I was about to reach orgasm, my phone started ringing, slightly diverting my attention. If I saw the person calling me physically now, I'd shoot them in the head.I ignored the call and continued thrusting into her, reaching my orgasm. The phone had stopped ringing but it started again almost immediately.With an angry growl, I got off the lady and pulled out of her warm clit. I angrily picked up the phone and picked up the call, it's one of my men calling. He better have a valid reason for calling me or he's ready to die.The call
KYLE I arrived in New York in no time, driving straight to the Lancaster Company. That's definitely where Eugene will be. It's even kind of weird to come here to look for her. Being the heiress of this big empire is one of the things that made me realize how smart Eugene can be when it comes to things like this. And that is why I won't let her go in that easily, Damien can't just have her. She's very useful to me. “Sorry sir, you can't just go in like that. Who are you here to see?" A lady who I presumed to be her secretary asked me, I already lied at the reception downstairs and found my way here. With a glare on my face, I moved closer to her a bit. I didn't want to embarrass myself and it'll be better if Eugene knows I'm here at least. "Eugene," I answered curtly. “You mean Miss Eugene Brown?" She frowned, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever, just let her know I'm here," I said, still glaring. She looked at me tentatively before picking up the cell phone before her, she
EUGENEIt's taking everything in me to hold the anger thrumming through me, Kyle is getting more and more annoying as each day passes.“Why don't you just let me handle this like I said instead of probing into it like you've been doing?" I asked, almost snapping.“Like I said, I don't want you handling everything alone. You have to put me on too, we're meant to be in this together." He said.“Okay, now that you're back, who's handling things in England? Who did you tell to stay back and watch over things?”His eyes flashed even more in anger, "You can go to hell, I don't fucking care about that.” he snapped.“Really?” I asked again."Yes, I don't care. I'm not your errand boy and I'm no longer interested in whatever you're planning again!” He snapped.“You don't want to do this anymore? Are you being serious right now or it's just a joke? You want to leave?" I had to ask again.“Read my lips, Eugene. I. Do. Not. Care. Anymore." He made me read his lips, emphasizing each word said.“Yo
SHAWNAThe remote in my hand was thrown away as I watched the drama in the name of the proposal showing on the television. I've been trying so hard to just flip to a television channel that's not talking about them but it's hard.Everyone and everything in the country seems to be about them, I can't scroll on my phone for five seconds without seeing them.I had to create a parody account in case it's the algorithm of my normal account that's working. But boy, was I wrong? It's even worse there, it's even worse there.I tried to watch a normal movie the other time but I was feeling more like watching a reality show, and that was what brought me here.And the remote was thrown at the fucking television that kept showing them while I huffed in anger. The sound of the remote being thrown must have alerted my mom because she came out of her room.She went straight to the television first, turning it off then turned to look at me.“What's going on with you?" She asked.“I'm fine," I replied
SHAWNALiam's words made me stop but it only made me confused. I don't understand what the correlation between the two of them is and I looked at him to explain.“Don't worry, I'll explain later, just let us in please,” Liam said and I obliged, opening the door wider for the both of them to come in.They both walked in and Damien heaved a sigh of relief, obviously relieved to be finally allowed in. I closed the door behind them and went further into the room.They both stood in the middle of the room but Liam greeted my mom normally. Damien was the only awkward one in the middle of the room.“Good afternoon ma." He greeted her and she mumbled out s response to him. She stood up and gestured at me that she was going into the room.We were left alone soon enough and I turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow at Liam specifically.“When did you both turn to friends that you're now walking together?” I just had to ask. The last time I checked, Liam didn't like Damien, and vice versa.Se
PHOEBEI frowned at the sound coming from the door. A slow, deliberate rattling. Like someone was testing the handle.I sat up in bed, my heart already picking up speed. "Housekeeping?" My voice came out shaky, uncertain.No answer.I cleared my throat. "Hello?"Silence. Nothing but my own breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. But the sound at the door didn’t stop. If anything, it got worse, more forceful, more urgent. The handle rattled, harder this time. My stomach dropped.I swallowed hard, forcing my shaky hands to reach for the hotel phone. My fingers fumbled over the buttons as I tried to call the front desk."Come on, come on," I muttered, my pulse pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I pressed the call button, lifting the receiver to my ear. A second passed. Two. Then…The lights went out.I gasped, nearly dropping the phone. The entire room was swallowed by darkness, the only light now coming from the faint glow of the city outside, filtering th
RAMONI sat there, staring at the door Phoebe had just slammed shut. The air still felt thick with her frustration, her anger. I had called out to her, but she hadn’t even hesitated. Just walked away like I was no better than the rest of them.I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. I wasn’t trying to control her. I wasn’t trying to stop her from living her life. But she didn’t see it that way.“She’s got fire, that one.”The voice made me tense. I turned, watching as my uncle stepped out from the back room, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Something that made my stomach twist.“Why wouldn’t you let her leave?” he asked, stepping closer. “You getting soft?”I scoffed, leaning back in my chair, trying to act unfazed. “It’s not like that.”He smirked, tilting his head like he didn’t believe me. “Sure it’s not.”I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “Phoebe doesn’t deserve to get caught up in all this.”“All this,” he rep
PHOEBEI folded my arms, leaning against the wall of Ramon’s tiny apartment. The space was cramped, barely big enough for the two of us, but that wasn’t what was bothering me. It was him, his expression, his tone, the way he was looking at me like I was making some kind of terrible mistake.“I don’t get it,” I said, shaking my head. “Why are you so against me moving out?”Ramon let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked tired, like this conversation was wearing on him. “I’m not against it, Phoebe.”“Sure feels like it,” I shot back.His lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile. More like a reflex, something bitter. He let out a small chuckle, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “I just know what it means to be without a family. And trust me, it’s not something you want.”I frowned, crossing my arms tighter. “So what? I should just stay there and let them control my life?”His gaze flickered to mine, steady, unshaken. “No,” he said. “I’m saying don’t make decisions when you
PHOEBEI stood outside Ramon’s door, my heart thudding in my chest like I’d just run a marathon. I wasn’t even sure why I had come here. Maybe it was the way I’d stormed out of Mom’s office, my frustration boiling over until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Or maybe it was just because I needed to be somewhere I felt… safe. And for some reason, that place was here.Before I could change my mind and turn around, the door opened.Ramon stood there, blinking at me in surprise. His dark hair was tousled as he’d just rolled out of bed, and his black T-shirt clung to his chest in a way that made it impossible not to notice how toned he was. He wasn’t trying, wasn’t even aware of how ridiculously good-looking he looked, and somehow that made it even worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it.I swallowed hard, my brain short-circuiting for a second. His dark brown eyes were fixed on me, curious and maybe a little sleepy, like he hadn’t expected anyone to show up at his door, let alo
PHOEBEI waited until Phoebe walked into my office before I spoke. She was humming, looking happy like nothing in the world could bring her down.“Phoebe, can we talk?” I said, closing the file I was working on.She frowned a little but came over. “Sure. What’s up?”I leaned back in my chair, choosing my words carefully. “Eugene came by earlier.”Her face hardened immediately. “Oh. And let me guess….she had a lot to say?”“She’s worried, Phoebe.”“Of course, she is,” Phoebe muttered, crossing her arms. “She’s always worried about something.”“She’s your aunt. She cares about you.”“She doesn’t like Ramon, does she?” Phoebe’s voice was sharp.I sighed. “She has concerns. And, honestly, so do I.”Phoebe’s eyes widened. “Wait….you too?”“Phoebe, we’ve never even heard of this guy until recently, and now you’re spending all your time with him. Don’t you think that’s a little… fast?”Her jaw tightened. “I knew it. No one actually wants me to be happy.”“Phoebe, that’s not what this is abou
EUGENEI’ve seen Phoebe mad before. I’ve seen her throw tantrums over little things, like when the coffee wasn’t hot enough or when her favorite show ended on a cliffhanger. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just a flash of irritation or some harmless grumbling. This was something else entirely.I stood there, watching her storm out, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor like gunshots in the silence of the house. She didn’t say much, just muttered something under her breath as she snatched her purse from the couch and headed straight for the front door with Ramon. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what had set her off this time.“Phoebe, where are you going?” I finally called out, hoping to stop her. But she didn’t even look back. She just pushed open the door, stepped outside, and slammed it shut behind her. Hard. The kind of slam that makes you flinch, like it’s meant to hurt you as much as it does the doorframe.I followed her, but only as far as the win
PHOEBEThe office buzzed softly around me, but my focus was entirely on Ramon. We’d wrapped up the whole argument with the triplets, and now it was just us, enjoying the quiet. He leaned back in the chair across from my desk, arms folded casually, his dark eyes watching me with that familiar smirk.“Can’t believe you stuck around after all that,” I teased, raising a brow.He chuckled. “You think I scare that easily?”“I don’t know,” I said, tapping my pen against my notebook. “My brothers are pretty intense.”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Trust me, Phoebe, I’ve faced worse.”There was something in the way he said it light, but with a shadow underneath. His voice was easy, casual, but it carried a weight I couldn’t quite figure out. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed it either. There were layers to Ramon, ones he wasn’t letting me see just yet. I tilted my head, debating whether to push him a little, maybe ask what was really going on behind that smile.But the
RAMONI leaned against Phoebe’s desk, watching them argue like they were the only ones in the room. Triplets. Identical in almost every way, same fiery temper, the same stubborn streak, same protective instinct over their little sister. It was almost entertaining at first. Almost.But now? I was bored.“Guys,” I said again, keeping my tone light and calm, but it was like I didn’t exist. They didn’t hear me. Or maybe they just chose to ignore me. Typical.“Jasper, can you just stop already?” Phoebe snapped, stepping in before things got even messier. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking annoyed.“I’m trying to protect you, Phoebe!” Jasper shot back, his voice rising. “You don’t even know who he really is!”I watched Phoebe’s jaw tighten, and I could tell she was about five seconds away from losing her cool. Jasper, as usual, wasn’t letting up. This was a regular scene with them, but it still felt like walking through a minefield every time.Billy, standing a little behind Jaspe
PHOEBE“Wait… Ramon?” Billy frowned, glancing between me and him like we’d just announced we were getting married or something.“That’s right,” Ramon said, stepping forward with a small, polite smile. “Nice to officially meet you both.”Jasper gave a short, dry laugh. “Yeah. Officially, huh? So this is a thing now?”“It is,” I said firmly, crossing my arms tighter. “And I’m not going to hide it, so you can drop the attitude.”“Attitude?” Jasper raised an eyebrow. “We don’t have attitude. We just… didn’t expect this, that’s all.”Billy nodded slowly, but his eyes stayed on Ramon, like he was trying to figure him out. “You move pretty fast, don’t you, Ramon?”“Billy,” I warned, my voice sharp, but Ramon just chuckled, brushing it off like it was nothing.“I get it,” he said smoothly. “I know I’m not exactly your favorite person. But I care about Phoebe, and I hope you can respect that.”Jasper snorted, crossing his arms like he was gearing up for a fight. “Oh, sure. Respect. That’s easy