This deja vu scene is the last thing I need now.But Mother can't harm Emma here, especially in front of Adelina."I won't have you disrespect my wife," this is intolerable, truly."Welcome son," she greets, ignoring what I just said. "Your cook has mediocre skills."I clench my fist and release it to calm myself. I just had a very long flight, an impromptu one.I just came from a ten-hour-long flight, I've barely slept in the last 48 hours, and now this? I'm showing no ounce of patience.Why did I hire those stupid guards? They can't even do their job properly? So what if she's my mother? I make a mental note to fire them later and blacklist the security company and make sure no one ever hires their incompetent asses again.This is my house, I have a thousand reasons to be furious."Then go eat at your house, stop bothering us," that was the nicest response I could find.Both Emma and Adelina look at me wide-eyed, I ignore their reaction. I look away from Emma, mostly because I can f
I touched myself that night. I couldn't get his touch out of my head, off my skin, the way he knew where to touch, how to make me hump.How he just went from yelling in each other's faces to…our faces in each other.But Adelina saw us, she looked surprised, she's mature enough but she probably didn't expect that from us. Yes, dear, people can hate each other's guts so much, yet desire each other so.Or, that's the case for me I presume.Now I'm seated on the sand, drawing letters and characters on the sand with a stick, and yet, our heated night is the only thing running through my mind.Liam is home today, taking his rest seriously I guess, not that I care, or should care. I pretended not to notice him walking towards me and shut my eyes, inhaling the evening breeze.It's been almost a week since that night and we're back to the way we were before, not talking much to each other like he wasn't about to rail me some nights back.He's so good at pretending, and now, I'm learning from h
I don't know what made Emma change her mind. She decided to come with me, I gave her my card for some last-minute shopping.And now, we're on our way to Bora Bora, and I like how she's starting to look excited. She peeks over the airplane window in excitement, marveling at the sight.Soon, we land and she doesn't look tired at all."You should get your rest, we'll meet again for dinner by seven," I say to her."Yes, great idea. In our 'separate' rooms I presume?" She hints, referring to our last encounter when we last traveled."Yeah, of course." I made sure I settled that properly this time.She nods, "Great! Just show me to my room first."I nod and do that, she doesn't wait for me to say goodbye before shutting the door in my face.Of course, I couldn't sleep, but I had to show up for dinner. Not only did I promise Emma, that some familiar faces would be here, so, if I'm around, the least I should do is show up for tonight's dinner.After taking a shower, some painkillers for my he
I'm glad Liam took me out of there, even though I tried my best not to show my discomfort.I heard what Serena said, every single word, she wasn't loud, but loud enough for me to hear. No matter how much I pretended I wasn't affected, my hands still shook, and my breath hitched, I wished Liam was the one seated by my side and not Marco, he looked uninterested in what was happening to me.On a normal day, I would've put Serena in her place, but today, I feel weak, and inferior, surrounding by these upper-class people, unable to breathe, wondering how expensive even their perfume is, how it felt like everyone was staring, wondering: 'Who is she?'.Liam has been quite attentive tonight, even when he draped his jacket over me once he noticed I got a chill.I must be quite affected because it's not even the slightest bit cold. Tonight, it's 27 degrees Celsius, the coldest it could get here, and I'm having a chill."Sorry about that," Liam mutters.I freeze. I wasn't expecting that, but I'l
I can't help but smile to myself at the sight of Emma gobbling every local delicacy we try. I haven't seen her this hungry before, and a part of me wants to save this moment and use it as blackmail later.Just kidding.Or maybe not."You must have been really hungry huh?" I ask, not being able to help myself.She choked on her drink before turning to give me a shocked look, "Do I look hungry?"I look at the few crumbs scattered over her mouth, some on her chin, her lips stained with oil, and a leaf stuck on her teeth.I let out a small snort before replying, "Not at all, I was just messing with you," I lie.She rolls her eyes and flips her hair, "That's what I thought.""It's getting late, wanna head back now?" I suggest."Yeah, we can, but, can we get another grilled meat sandwich?" She smiles and I can't help but smile too.The first function, Day 1: The Charity Outreach.I dread this day, and not for what you think. It's not that I detest the idea of using my money for a good cause
I place a palm on my chest to calm my frenzied breathing. How did she know that? How much more does she know? How safe am I?My mother, can't handle the media, the paparazzi, what if they've uncovered her location?Liam is on the phone, furious, speaking some French and pacing up and down, today is meant to be a charitable, happy day, but now I'm huddled up in this corner, still panting.I need to move my mother. If they know all this, if all this is now public knowledge, then, it won't take long for them to uncover er location, or, maybe…they have.I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. What was I expecting? This would've happened sooner or later, and now it has. I just didn't think it would come this suddenly, quite unexpectedly.All the information she had, and they now have, how did she get access to it? How deep did she dig? Or was I ratted out? Probably Isabella, or Serena.I wouldn't be surprised if it were that witch, that hag, I hate her. Humiliating me last night wasn't
She's so stubborn.I've told her several times we don't need to attend this evening's event, the All White pool party, but, she insists on going.I'm not sure why but she's so adamant."Help me zip this up please," she turns her bare back to me.I'm in her room to persuade her not to go, only to meet her almost ready, still insisting on attending.They'll be raw on her, they'll devour her, and I'll try my best to protect her, but, at the end of the day, some damage will still be done.Now, I've gotten some annoyingly concerning texts and calls regarding Emma's background, and, of course, some unreasonable, blatant rumors, and lies that sound too stupid to be believed. But, of course, people believe what they want to.Even though that may be some poorly conceived lie, too obvious to be true. As long as it fits their foolish narrative they gobble it up.Yes, this may be quite hypocritical of me. These are people I was raised among, people I was raised to interact with, raised with the s
"Liam has been looking your way all evening, are you guys fighting?" Odette asks."When are we not?" I chuckle awkwardly.He pisses me off most of the time, to be honest."What did he do this time?" She asks, genuinely intrigued.I shrug, "Nothing worse than before."She laughs and I join her.Out of curiosity, I can't help but ask, "What was his name?""Julian, if you're talking about my bodyguard, now ex-bodyguard," she smiles softly."What was it like?" I peer."Bliss, anger, passion, fear for what the future holds, altogether, it wasn't a bad experience," she reminisces, her face lights up.I nod and urge her to go on, "Talking about it might make you feel better.""He...he was assigned to me about two years ago. I hated having bodyguards, so, when my dad got rid of my former one, I thought that was it, because, I was free for a while. Julian was too serious, he took his job too seriously," she laughs."So, it was hard coming to terms with him, he was too damn stubborn, but, it tu