ROCHELLE
Ben was….
The moment Ben stepped into my office, I felt the air shift. Tall and with an air of confidence that seemed to surround him, there he was—the man who had momentarily made me think there could be a spark between us. But right now, he wore a puzzled expression, dark eyes narrowing as he quickly assessed the situation. “Rochelle, you sounded like the office was on fire. Is everything alright?”
“Well, maybe it is,” I said to him.
“What is it about Amber you wanted to tell me so badly?,” he asked.
ROCHELLE He couldn't even insist!I stared blankly at the computer screen in front of me, the fluorescence of the office lights buzzing overhead. It was a Wednesday—dreaded Hump Day—when the week feels like a slow crawl with the weekend so tantalizingly close yet still out of reach. I had settled into my routine as Ben Rothwell’s personal assistant long ago, yet today felt different. The sense of foreboding, the buzzing tension in the air, was hard to ignore.In my peripheral vision, I saw the door to my office swing open, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Ben, and he looked stunning as ever in his tailored navy suit, his usually neatly styled hair slightly tousled. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, a thousand unspoken words hanging in the air. I turned slowly, bracing myself for whatever revelation he was about to make.“Rochelle.” His voice was firm yet laced with a faint tremor. I didn’t respond right away, focusing instead on the way his eyes flickered with un
ROCHELLE Make me feel it!As the minutes trickled by, my frustration deepened into full-blown irritation. I was being ridiculous, and sitting and waiting left me trapped in my thoughts. What did it matter that Ben was a billionaire or that I worked for him? It should have been easy to distance myself, especially after everything that had gone down.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone pinged, breaking my cycle of frustration. It was Adrien, apologizing for not picking up earlier. He had been at dinner with his colleagues. He promised he was on his way but could be delayed.“Of course,” I muttered bitterly to myself, a sharp sting of disappointment evident in my tone. I dropped my phone into my lap and leaned my head back against the seat. I had half a mind to text him back with how I felt but stopped myself. What was the point?He texted again, telling me that he was held up in traffic, and wouldn't make it to my office. “Could you please take a cab?,”
Nothing to prove!The following days blurred together in a haze of hectic office hours, back-to-back meetings, and an unending stream of emails. But amidst the chaos, I found myself reflecting on the surprise that had been my life over the past few weeks. It was almost ridiculous how unpredictable it had become.Ben had asked that I move into his office. First, he said that as his personal assistant, I needed to be closer to him, adding that he considered it a big task calling me everytime he needed me to get something done for him. Secondly, he said he wanted to make sure I was not distracted by other things.“Besides, my office is big enough for two grown ups,” he added casually.I could only sense jealousy in his voice. I guess he believed my lie: that I was in a relationship.He was ever-present, his energy pulsating through every corner of the office. It seemed like each time I glanced up from my desk, he was there, lurking in the proximity that was painfully tantal
ROCHELLE Between Desire and RealitySitting in the plush, sprawling living room of the penthouse we shared, I stared out at the city skyline, lost in thought. The evening sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, creating a beautiful backdrop that felt almost ironic given my current state of mind. I could hear the muted sounds of Aries and Adrien in the kitchen, playful banter mingling with the clatter of pots and pans. It was a typical evening, one that felt comfortable yet profoundly hollow.“Rochelle, come help us with dinner!” Adrien shouted, his voice full of mirth. He always had a way of lightening the mood, even when I was tangled in my own thoughts.I sighed, contemplating for a moment whether to join them. A part of me wanted to escape my thoughts, the nagging feeling that I was more of a plaything than a partner in this complex relationship. But the other part of me, the one that craved their attention, quickly won over. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen
ROCHELLE I didn't sign up for this!My heart sank into despair. Maybe I did know what I was getting into, yet the fantasy of ‘us’ had blurred the boundaries of my heart and mind, leading me into this intricate and complicated web.“I need to think,” I said finally, rounding them and retreating to the safety of my room. The weight of our conversation hung heavy on my shoulders.“You better show up for dinner; we won't eat until you do,” I heard Aries' voice.Days passed, each one melding into the next, the familiar rhythm of our unremarkable routine growing heavy on my heart. I spent my days at the office, each moment filled with thoughts of Aries and Adrien, feeling the remnants of our last conversation like a crack in my foundation. I longed for affirmation, validation that I didn’t just exist for their pleasure.During lunch one day, I found myself sitting across from Julie, my only close friend from work. She was lively and full of ideas, contrasting
ROCHELLE Finally!Days turned into weeks, and despite moments where I thought change was on the horizon, nothing transformed in our routine. The brothers still swept me into their world of passion and secrecy, and I continued to struggle with the contradictions of my heart. It was exhausting, and each day and each heated moment felt like a tempest brewing under the surface.One evening, I found myself sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a magazine to distract myself from my swirling insecurities. It was on one of the glossy pages that I spotted an article about the lives of billionaire twins—Aries and Adrien. My heart sank as I read about their incredible achievements, businesses branching out, their social lives—all things I knew but didn’t truly comprehend the weight of.As the article continued, my heart sank further into a pit of despair when it mentioned their “exclusively private lives,” glossing over the personal elements that the public never sa
ROCHELLE Their fiancee?The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate that was home to Aries, Adrien and I. I stepped into the entrance hall, my heart heavy and throat tight with disappointment. Just earlier that evening, they had canceled our plans for a movie date, citing a sudden emergency business meeting. I felt as though I were trapped in a gilded cage—beautiful yet suffocating, high above the world where no one could see my struggles.They had promised to make it up to me, but after so many empty promises—skipped dates and forgotten plans—I couldn’t help but feel li
ROCHELLE One question begging for an answer! “Rochelle, I know exactly what you are,” Julie paused, her eyes fixed on me. “You are priceless.”A flickering flame of hope ignited within me at her words, but uncertainty quickly doused it. “And what does that mean if they’re parading around with another woman? I can’t just stand on the sidelines, feeling like a number in their game.”“You won’t be a number. You’ll take charge! Have you talked to them about how this makes you feel?” she pressed, leaning forward on the café table, her hands clasped together.“You speak as if you don't know already! All they see is a sexy distraction,” I sighed, feeling the weight of my frustration settle between our conversation. “I don’t want to be a toy. I want something real, something that goes beyond the surface. But they’re playing a game they’ve created, and I’m not invited.”Julie took a deep breath, looking thoughtfully at the door as if searching for the right words.
DELIGHT Out of sight!I stared at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day, my patience thinning with each passing second. Aries and Adrien had promised to call as soon as the arms for Edgar were ready. It wasn’t just any arms deal—this was for Edgar, the ruthless Mafia lord of the Red Sect, and he was breathing down my neck with threats that didn’t feel empty.I couldn’t understand it. Aries and Adrien were never this careless, especially not with Edgar involved. They had assured me they’d handle everything, and all I needed to do was show up and pick up the supplies. But here I was, waiting like a fool, trying to calm my nerves.The silence was maddening. I tapped my phone, pulling up Aries’ number first. It rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up. Next, Adrien. Same result. I left a voicemail, trying to keep my tone even though I was fuming inside.“Aries, Adrien, it’s Delight. Where the hell are you guys? Edgar’s losing his patience, and so am I. If
ADRIEN The only way out!I felt a knot in my stomach as the cops carefully searched through our things. I could practically feel the tension in the air, like this whole encounter was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off.After what felt like hours—although it was likely just a few minutes—the officers stepped back into the living room, empty-handed but not defeated. “We know you two have your hands dirty,” the lead officer said, fixing us both with a steely gaze. “You’re not as smart as you think you are. We will be keeping our eyes on you.”Aries scoffed. “You can’t prove anything against us. You’ve got nothing. We’re innocent. You found nothing on us, remember.”“You can play that game all you want,” the officer replied coldly. “But mark my words, we won’t be far behind you.”“Hope you keep up with the pace of the game,” Aries smiled.“We shall see about that,” he replied.With that, they turned and left, the door clicking shut behind them. The moment we were al
ADRIEN A City on FireThe tension in the city was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could feel it in the air every time I stepped outside. The streets that had once buzzed with life were now filled with an ominous silence, interrupted only by the distant sounds of sirens and gunfire. Each day brought new reports of gang wars escalating, innocent lives caught in the crossfire. My heart sank further with each headline I read or news bulletin I heard. This was no longer a city; it had become a battleground.Sitting in our living room that afternoon, I glanced over at Aries, who was scrolling through a news article on his phone. His face was set in a frown, evidence of the weight pressing down on his shoulders. Both of us had seen what this life did to the people of this city, yet here we were, playing our part in it. “Look at this, Adrien,” Aries said, his voice gruff. “Another shooting last night. A seven year old girl. Just like that, her li
ROCHELLEI broke the ice!The rhythmic sound of my heart thumped loudly in my ears as I lay in bed. I couldn’t shake the burning memory of dinner with Prince Herold from last night. The disdain he had for women echoed in my mind like a haunting song. How could someone so powerful be so disgustingly ignorant?Just as I settled deeper into my thoughts, a heavy bang jolted me awake.“Open the fucki
ROCHELLE Racist!As Dos Santos led me back toward the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had finally seen them again, and now I had to leave? Why was everything so complicated?The ride back to the mansion felt like a blur. I sat in silence, mulling over the events of the day. Deep down, I wished things were different, that I could just walk up to Aries and Adrien and tell them I was alive, that I was okay. Once we returned home, the maids were already waiting for me, dressed in their crisp uniforms, ready to prepare me for dinner. I had little choice in the matter; I could feel their urgency as they moved me to a lavish room filled with expensive beauty products.“Please, who is this boss?” I asked one of the maids while they applied makeup, but she remained silent as always, only smiling at me. It frustrated me to hell, honestly.“Is he important? What does he look like?” I couldn’t help but press. Again, I was met with silence and mo
ROCHELLEI saw them… Aries and Adrien!I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the large window of my room. The sun streamed in, painting the walls golden. For a moment, I forgot where I was. My memories raced back, grabbing hold of me like a vise. I was no longer in my own home, but rather a mansion I didn’t recognize, hidden away in Tijuana, Mexico.Every morning was the same. I would stretch, taking in the lavish surroundings that felt eerily like a dream. I looked around a
ADRIEN More questions than answers!We moved from clinic to clinic, asking questions, scanning records, but still no sign of Rochelle. Frustration began sinking in, gnawing at the edges of our hopes. At one hospital, we were met with the same disheartening response—they had no record of her. I could feel the spark of hope dimming, giving way to doubt. “What if the sheriff was right?” I asked Aries, dread pooling in my stomach. “What if she really is gone? What if it was another person's autopsy result that was mistaken for Rochelle's?”A lot of what ifs.“No!” he snapped, determination coursing through him. “I refuse to believe that. Rochelle is strong. She wouldn’t just disappear into thin air without leaving us a clue as to what happened. Come on, don't tell me you've given up”“I don't know what to say,” I admitted.“Then let's talk less and act more,” he said. “We have a long way to go before we can call it quits,” he added.There was nothing to admire about his faith… bli
ADRIEN Searching for the dead!I could barely contain my excitement as I sat in the car next to Aries. It felt surreal that we were driving to the sheriff's office, finally about to confront the circumstances surrounding Rochelle. The thought that she might still be alive was like a burning flame in my chest. We hadn’t spoken much since we got the news, but every glance I tossed at Aries echoed the same sentiment. Hope.“Can you believe it?” I said, breaking the silence that clung heavily between us. “Rochelle might actually be out there!”Aries turned to me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “I can’t. I always thought... I thought we’d lost her for good. After everything.”I nodded, feeling my pulse quickening as we pulled into the small parking lot of the sheriff’s office. “Let’s find out how far they’ve gone in trying to find her. We need to know, dammit.”We entered the building, and instantly I felt the change in atmosphere. The walls carried a weight
DELIGHT Covering my tracks!The world stood still when I heard the news. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The autopsy showed that Rochelle was not the woman buried.What? How?My nails dug into the soft leather of the armchair as the information sank in. It couldn’t be. I had made sure of it. Rochelle was supposed to be dead, lying six feet under, with no way of ever coming back to haunt me. But now, the news confirmed what I feared the most. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“Are you okay, Delight?” Adrien’s voice cut through my racing thoughts.I quickly schooled my expression, offering him a weak smile. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”But they weren’t looking at me. Aries and Adrien were completely engrossed in the news report on the TV. For the first time in several weeks, I saw the fire in their eyes, the spark that Rochelle’s supposed death had dimmed. And it made my blood boil.“Did you hear that?” Aries said,