ROCHELLE I guess it's my fault!“What's your emergency?,” I heard the operator's voice.“Please, help! My boss, he’s—he’s unconscious!” I spoke frantically into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady. Every second felt like an eternity.“Is he breathing?” the operator asked.“I…I don’t know!” I cried out, looking back at Ben. He was so pale, his face devoid of color. “I need an ambulance! Please hurry!”Once I hung up, I turned back to Ben, knelt beside him, and pressed my fingers to his neck, desperately searching for a pulse. My heart raced as I felt the faint thumping beneath his skin. He was alive!My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I had to stay calm. I glanced around the office, praying for someone to come and help. My mind raced in a whirlwind of fear and helplessness.Within minutes, paramedics arrived, rushing into the office with their equipment. “What’s going on? Who called?” one of them barked, taking charge of the si
ROCHELLE Love or no love?Even if I wasn't going to have Ben, I was not going to let him have the wrong person. That thought consumed me as I sat behind my sleek oak desk in my office, the sunlight shining through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged papers and chic decor. My thoughts drifted to the chaos of my feelings – Ben, my boss and now a complicated knot of emotions; Amber, the woman who has become the source of our strife.Just then, the door to my office creaked open. I looked up and saw Amber stride in, wearing a pristine white blouse and a pencil skirt that clung to her in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, the practical choice seeming at odds with her usual style of loose waves cascading down her shoulders. She looked entirely different from the fiery woman who had stormed out of my office just two days ago. Gone was the temperamental mix of jealousy and anger; in its place
ROCHELLE Letting the cats out!Amber hesitated, her composure crumbling ever so slightly under the weight of my scrutiny. “I… I don’t love him,” she finally confessed, the confession spilling from her lips as if she were relinquishing a deeply kept secret.“Why?,” I asked, even more curious.“He’s not my kind of man. I actually…” She paused, searching my face, weighing risk versus reward.“Spit it out, Amber,” I insisted, irritation veiling my curiosity.“I love his brother, Justin,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He makes me happy. Satisfies me in bed. Just the thought of him makes me horny. I'm willing to share him with you so you understand what I'm…”“Stop! Just stop!,” I held up my hand, unwilling to hear the end of it.The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I forced myself to maintain my composure, refusing to give her any reaction that could betray the shock rolling through me. “What? You’ve got to be kidding me,”
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
ROCHELLENo better way than this!Being back in Aries' and Adrien’s arms felt surreal. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, yet now that it was real, I didn’t know how to process it. My heart felt full, but my body was still weak from everything I had endured. The constant care and attention they gave me were overwhelming in the best way possible. It was as though they were trying to make up for every second of the time we had lost, every ounce of pain they had caused me in the past.Adrien sat beside me on the massive couch in their living room, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets
ARIES We fucking did it!The cold night air bit at my skin as Adrien and I crouched behind the black SUVs parked in the shadows outside the warehouse. The place was surrounded by her guards, all heavily armed, their faces masked with the determination of people who had pledged loyalty to someone as dangerous as Delight. My fingers tightened around the grip of my pistol as I looked at Adrien. His jaw was set, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them. He nodded at me, his silent signal. We were ready.The police had insisted on being part of this raid, but I didn’t trust anyone else to bring Rochelle home. Not after everything that had happened. Delight had taken too much from us already—her betrayal, her lies, her madness. This was personal.“Move in!” one of the officers barked out instructions to his colleagues, and the police stormed the front.“I'm coming with you,” Prince Herold said.“No way!,” I said.“Why?,” he asked.“We can't risk you going in there with
ADRIEN A tip off!The chaos that surrounded Prince Herold’s palace was suffocating. Broken furniture, shattered glass, and bloodstains painted a gruesome picture of the attack from the night before. The air reeked of smoke and sweat, and the sound of paramedics treating the wounded guards mingled with the murmurs of the police officers conducting their investigation.Everything was messed up, really!Aries stood to my left, his arms crossed, his expression a mask of fury barely contained. Herold paced back and forth, his usually regal demeanor now replaced with restless energy. He was mumbling under his breath, blaming himself for what had happened.“I should have saved her! I have let her down,” he kept on saying.I couldn’t argue with him. If we were being honest, we all felt responsible…guilty… almost like we had committed the crime.“Damn it, Adrien,” Aries muttered, his voice low but tight with anger. “How the hell did we let this happen? We had her, bu
DELIGHT I'm always steps ahead!The glass of wine in my hand trembled as rage coursed through me. They had done it again—Aries and Adrien. The brothers thought they were untouchable, didn’t they? Thought they could storm into my world, take Robert, and walk away like they owned the place. The audacity!I slammed the glass onto the table, the crimson liquid sloshing over the rim. My men flinched but said nothing. They knew better than to speak when I was like this. I paced the room, my heels clicking against the marble floor, my mind racing with possibilities.“They think they’ve won,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “But they underestimated me the last time.”One of my men, Marcus, stepped forward cautiously. “What’s the plan, boss?”I smirked, my anger shifting into something darker. “We’re going to hit them where it hurts. Rochelle must pay with her life.”The name tasted bitter on my tongue. Aries and Adrien might be brilliant strategists, but their Achilles’ heel was
ARIES A step ahead…The room was dark except for the faint glow of Adrien’s laptop screen. He was hunched over it, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he brought up satellite images of the city. The tension in the air was thick, heavier than I had ever felt before. We had dealt with a lot of dangerous situations over the years, but this one was personal. Delight had crossed the line by kidnapping Robert.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to keep my thoughts in order. “You sure you’ve got the right location?” I asked, breaking the silence.Adrien glanced up at me, his eyes cold and calculating. “Positive. The signal from his watch showed up at this abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. She’s using it as her base.”I nodded, pacing the room. “She’s getting bolder. She must know we’d come for him.”“That’s what she’s counting on,” Adrien said. “But we’re not walking into this blind. I’ve already mapped out the weak points in their security. We’
ROCHELLE She threatened to kill him!I stood frozen, my phone trembling in my hand. The moment Delight’s voice cut through the silence, everything around me blurred.“I have your father,” she had said, her tone dripping with malice. “If you ever want to see him alive, you’ll do exactly as I say.”Her words echoed in my mind long after the call ended. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath came in short, panicked gasps. How had it come to this? My father, an innocent man with no connection to my tangled past, was now a pawn in Delight’s twisted game.I turned to Herold, my mind racing. “She has my father,” I said, my voice cracking. “We need to do something.”Herold’s calm exterior faltered for a moment, his brows knitting together. “What does she want?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.“She didn’t say,” I replied, pacing the room. “She just… she just wanted me to know that she has him. Oh God, Herold, what if she hurts him?”“Calm down,” he said firmly
DELIGHT Playing the death game my way!The party had become a nightmare I barely escaped.I had seen her. Rochelle. The corner of her lips curled in a triumphant smirk as she leaned toward one of the guards obviously attached to her. My heart raced as I watched her whisper something into his ear.The guard’s expression darkened, and I saw him gesture subtly to a group of men stationed near the exit. My breath hitched. They were coming for me, I knew it.I knew I needed to do something, else I'd be the one begging to have her life spared.I couldn’t afford to panic. Not here, not now. Years of being on edge had taught me to think fast. As the guards started moving in my direction, I casually slipped behind a group of chatting guests. I smiled politely, pretending to laugh at a joke I didn’t hear, before slipping through a side door that led to the kitchen.Inside, I found the catering staff busy with trays of different delicacies.“You need something, ma'am?,” one of them asked
ARIES The devil was our housemate!The air in the study felt suffocating, even though the windows were cracked open to let in the cool evening breeze. Adrien paced the room, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of my desk, my arms crossed, trying to keep my temper in check.The party was over. Everyone had left, but Rochelle’s face, her voice, her very presence, was still vivid in my mind. She wasn’t just a memory anymore. She was here, alive, but hunted.We couldn’t let whoever tried to kill her succeed a second time.She had refused to tell us who it was… Or maybe she didn't have a clue who. That made our task even more complicated than it already was.Adrien stopped pacing and looked at me. “We need to start somewhere, Aries. But this isn’t just about finding the truth—it’s about protecting Rochelle. She’s already been through enough.”I nodded, my jaw tight. “Agreed. But finding the truth is the only way we can protect her. Whoever did th
ROCHELLE Finally, the truth!The more I looked at her, the more convinced I was that she was the one. It wasn’t just a resemblance. It was her. Rochelle. The woman we’d loved and lost, the woman we had mourned, the woman we’d failed to save. Yet here she was, standing next to Prince Herold as if the last three years had been nothing but a cruel dream.Beside me, Aries went rigid. His glass of whiskey trembled in his hand before he set it down on the bar with a sharp clink. “Adrien,” he whispered, his voice taut with disbelief, “tell me I’m not seeing things.”“You’re not,” I muttered, my eyes glued to her. Rochelle. Alive. Breathing. Laughing softly at something Herold said. The sight of her felt like a punch to the gut and a balm to my soul, all at once.Delight’s honeyed voice interrupted my thoughts. “Gentlemen,” she purred, sidling up to us. “You’re staring. Quite rude, don’t you think?” Her tone was light, but her eyes glinted with suspicion.Aries barely spared h