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
PHOEBERichard didn’t react at first. He just stared at me like he was trying to read my thoughts.“I’m sorry for coming unannounced. I just… I really need your help.”I heard my own voice tremble. My eyes darted briefly to the floor before finding Richard’s again. I hated that I sounded so desperate, but I was. Completely and utterly desperate.Richard frowned, his brows pulling together. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”I nodded slowly, my fingers wringing each other nervously in front of me. “It’s Ramon. I’ve been trying to find him all day. His apartment’s locked up. It looks like no one’s there. Curtains drawn. Door locked. Lights off. I knocked, I waited… nothing.”Richard’s expression changed subtly. Concern started creeping in.“I tried calling him. Several times. But his number’s not going through. It’s not even ringing.” I paused, struggling to keep my voice steady. “And I’ve spoken to some people who used to see him often…security at his place, a few mutual friends. N
PHOEBELater that day, I was still sitting at my desk, staring at the resignation letter in my hands like it might change if I looked at it long enough. It didn’t. The words stayed the same.I stood up and walked over to Clara’s desk. She looked up from her computer and gave me a soft smile before bowing to greet me.“Clara,” I said, holding up the letter. “Do you know where Ramon is? I need to speak with him.”She frowned and shook her head. “Oh… he left early this morning. Said he had something urgent to take care of. He didn’t say where he was going.”I felt my chest tighten. “Did he seem okay?”Clara paused, thinking. “I don’t know. He was quiet. Didn’t really talk to anyone. Just packed up his stuff and left.”“Packed up?”She nodded. “Yeah. Said he wouldn’t be coming back for a while.”That made my heart drop. What the hell was going on?I left the office immediately. I didn’t even bother to grab my bag. I just walked out, got into a cab, and told the driver to take me to Ramon’
PHOEBEI sat on my bed staring at nothing. My eyes were sore from crying, but no more tears came. I felt empty. Numb.A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked and looked up."Come in," I said quietly.To my surprise, it wasn’t Winnie. It was my grandmother."Grandma?" I said, standing up.She walked in slowly, her eyes scanning my face like she could read every thought running wild in my head. She didn’t say anything at first. She just came straight to me and pulled me into a hug. No words, no questions, just warmth. And in that moment, I cracked."Oh, my sweet girl," she whispered into my hair. "What’s wrong?"I hugged her tighter, and the tears came again, harder this time. I couldn’t stop them even if I tried. The sobs came from somewhere deep, somewhere I didn’t know still ached this much."I feel like I don’t know him," I sobbed, my voice shaking. "I feel like everything I believed was a lie."She didn’t say anything right away. Just rubbed my back gently, like she us
RAMONThe moment I saw her, my heart stopped.There she was, Phoebe. Standing by the garden path with the sun behind her, making her hair glow like it always used to when we’d sit on the porch together. I couldn’t move at first. I just stared.“Phoebe,” I said, finally stepping forward.She looked up, and our eyes met, but the look on her face hit me like a punch in the gut. No warmth. No relief. Just surprise… and something that felt like pain and disappointment rolled into one.She turned away instantly, like she couldn’t get away fast enough.“Wait…Phoebe, wait!” I rushed forward.She didn’t stop. She picked up her pace, but I caught up to her. I reached out and lightly grabbed her arm. “Please. Don’t go. Just let me talk.”“Let go of me, Ramon,” she said, her voice low and cold.I did. I stepped back, hands raised. “Okay. I’m sorry. I just… I wasn’t expecting to see you. I didn’t think you’d come out here.”“Well, I didn’t think I’d run into you,” she snapped. “Yet here we are.”“
BILLYI watched the door close behind Phoebe as she walked out of the room. My eyes followed her, but she didn’t even glance back. She just left.Jasper was standing beside me, arms folded, a puzzled look on his face. We both turned slowly to look at Winnie, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hands were clasped together, and she looked like she was trying not to say too much.“What’s going on?” I asked, breaking the silence first. “She just left us standing here.”“Yeah,” Jasper added. “She looked upset. And Ramon walked out earlier, looking like someone kicked his soul out. What’s happening?”Winnie looked up at us and sighed. “It’s… complicated.”Jasper raised an eyebrow. “Complicated how?”She stood up slowly, smoothing her shirt. “It’s something you should really hear from Phoebe.”“But she’s not exactly giving out answers right now, is she?” I said. “We’re her brothers. We have a right to know what’s happening with her.”“I agree,” Jasper added, nodding. “Did she r
PHOEBEThat morning, I woke up to the quiet hum of birds outside the window. For once, I didn’t have to rush to work or pretend everything was fine. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think too much.The soft floral curtains swayed gently with the breeze, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful. But that peace didn’t reach inside me. I felt like I was just floating, present in body, but far from okay. My eyes were heavy from lack of sleep, and my chest ached from holding in tears all night. Still, I stayed there, wrapped in Winnie’s guest blanket, letting the silence stretch as long as it could.Winnie had helped sneak me into her house late last night, and I was grateful."Are you going to tell your parents you’re here?" she asked softly that morning as she came into the room with a cup of warm tea.I sat up slowly, blinking away the crust from my eyes. "There’s no need. They’ll just ask questions I’m not ready to answer."She nodded and handed me the cup. The mug
RAMONI stood there for a long time, watching Phoebe walk away. Her words echoed in my head like a sharp slap: “I never want to see you again.” I wanted to chase after her, to make her listen, to explain everything. But I couldn’t. Not when I didn’t even have the answers she needed.Not when everything in my life was already broken beyond repair.Maybe she was right to leave. Maybe this was the best thing for her. That’s what I kept telling myself as I dragged myself back to my uncle’s house. It was late, and the street was too quiet, like even the night wanted nothing to do with me.When I stepped inside, Uncle Richard looked up from the couch. He was lounging like a king in his robe, glass of whiskey in hand, the flickering TV light painting shadows across his aging face. He looked too calm for someone who had just helped me destroy the only thing that ever made sense in my life.“Well, look who’s back,” he said, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips. “I take it she finall
PHOEBEMy whole body was sore. My dress was torn, my wrists burned from the ropes, and my eyes stung from crying. I was huddled in a corner of that cold, dark room, shivering as the last of the men ran out like rats. One second, they were setting up cameras, saying the most disgusting things, and the next, they were gone. Just like that.It made no sense. None of it did. Why would they leave me? What scared them off?I was too weak to stand, too confused to think straight. My head was pounding, and I could still feel whatever they had drugged me with swirling through my system. My heart was racing so fast I could barely catch my breath. My legs were pulled to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, as if I could make myself disappear if I just curled up small enough.And then I heard footsteps.Fast. Heavy. Coming closer.My eyes shot to the door.I froze.My heart shot to my throat.Were they back?Did they forget something?Were they going to finish what they started?I couldn’t
RAMONI stood in that hotel lobby staring at the manager as if he'd just announced a death. Maybe he had. Because knowing Phoebe had been taken right from under my nose felt exactly like that, like something had died inside me."She was in your care!" I shouted. "She was supposed to wait for me here!""Mr. Ramon," the manager said nervously, "we thought it was authorized…""By whom? My uncle?" I spat. "You took her because my uncle said so? Did she look like she wanted to leave? Did you even ask her that?"No answer. Just that sick, silent guilt on their faces.I didn't waste another second. I turned on my heel, stormed out of the hotel, jumped into my car, and sped straight to Richard's estate. My hands gripped the wheel so hard they ached. My mind was a storm, rage, fear, regret. I kept seeing her face in my head, her smile, the way she had trusted me. And now...She was gone.When I got to the mansion, the guards at the gate crossed their arms."Sir, Mr. Richard said not to let you