"What were you thinking?" Emma asks, still pressing on even after I told her I don't want to talk.I keep her silent throughout the whole ride, even in the helicopter, on the way back to the Hotel in Bora Bora.She eventually stops asking and I hate to admit, I'm glad.I'm glad because I also don't know why I reacted like that, because of something he said about her.The asshole was proud, satisfied with my reaction, that's what he wanted and I gave it to him. I've always hated that motherfucker, and I always will, I'll never believe a word that comes from that fucker's mouth.Fucking piece of shit.At the hotel, Emma doesn't stop at her door, rather she keeps following me."Emma," I warn. "Not now.""Bullshit, I won't leave till you tell me what's going on," she insists.Sometimes I forget how bullheaded she is.I ignore her and open my room with the key card, she comes in after me and I turn to face her."It's been a long evening, we both should get some rest," I suggest.She shakes
Liam and I decided to leave early, not staying for the last day and event of the Summer Soiree. I'm glad we made that decision, there was too much toxicity around.Now, back home, our plan to teach Marco and Serena a lesson begins to unfold. Is it safe to admit that I'm enjoying this and it feels like we're getting along? Like partners in crime? Perhaps that's the best type of relationship for us."What are you thinking about?" Liam asks, pulling me out of my thoughts."Nothing," I lie, trying to suppress a small smile creeping up my face."Anyway, I've pulled some strings with the investors I sought out, I used some blackmailing methods of course." He sips from his glass of wine, "I am my mother's son after all."I choke on my rice, that's funny, coming from him."I'm sorry," I apologize and wipe my mouth with a napkin after coughing into it."I just didn't expect you to have a sense of humor, that's all," I admit.He tilts his head, "Just being honest, sometimes, although it's a pai
She doesn't know about the plan I have for Serena. I've gotten some incriminating evidence that will pull Serena down for good, her pompous father, for a while maybe, or as long as I need it to to teach them a lesson.But, it may jeopardize Emma's newfound friendship with Odette, a friendship that seems to have blossomed too fast, and unexpectedly at that.But, Serena's downfall is a priority to her, one she's always wanted, it's obvious she detests her a lot, so maybe she'll come to accept my plan.I sigh into the steering wheel.Where am I driving to?The care center, to see Emma's mother. Yes, I know.I feel like a dutiful son-in-law, the backseat is filled with flowers and a gift basket.But, this is nothing too special. Regardless, she's still my mother-in-law, so I have to play the part. Although I take care of everything, a visit would tick off any suspicions.So, I step on the gas before I regret my decision."Sir," I am greeted by some of the staff who recognize me. Some movi
I agreed to this, so why does my heart still beat like this?Odette is my…friend, I guess. She has gone through some recent misfortune, but there's no guarantee that this could add to her catastrophe.I look like a fancy French mademoiselle. I even have fur draped over my shoulders, my hair styled by one of the best, in a pixie kinda do, encrusted with real rubies.Liam took my appearance tonight to the extreme, and, yes, I'm wearing red. There was no other color to choose from anyway. I was presented with five options, all red, and although what I had on wasn't my initial choice, the V-cut open-back dress suited me better, according to my stylist, Alberta Ferretti.Yes, I was styled by Alberta, the Alberta Ferretti, a prominent face of European fashion. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever meet her, not even be styled by her."You look elegant," Liam complements the moment our limo arrives at the destination.I give him a small smile, "Thank you."It's too late to change p
I didn't have to come to Marco, the arrogant asshole made his way to me instead. I conceal my small smile by raising my glass to my lips, oh, I hope I'll be able to hold my laugh when he hears the news. "Surprised to see you here," he begins, flashing me his Cassanova smile. I cringe internally at the sight of it. "I thought this wasn't your kind of event," he finishes. "You're right," I admit. "But, I have to be by my husband's side." "You two get along now huh?" He hints at an obvious poke to see if Liam told me about what triggered the event of late between them. "We just fight less, a called for a truce of some sort," I moderate. He says, "I guess nothing is impossible." I laugh softly, "So, you and Serena? What's that about?" I can't help but ask. "It's something alright. I enjoy her company, as she does mine," he glances at Serena, who's glued to her father's side like a kid to their parent in the mall on Christmas morning. I smirk, he thinks I'm some fool. Regardless
I feel terrible, gut-wrenched.Is this how it feels to betray someone you care about?Odette isn't picking up any of my calls, or replying to any of my messages, and I have no one to blame but myself.Yes, indeed, I didn't expect the write-ups to be so cruel and equally criticize her, opening up a wound that was starting to heal.There's only one way to fix this, so I head to Liam's study and knock."Come in," he says and I open the door.He's wearing his glasses, looking ridiculously handsome and almost distracting me from what I have to say."Any problem?" He asks, his voice edged with a tint of sass and impatience."Take the article down, all the ones talking about Serena and Jeanne," I try to sound firm.He clears his throat, looking at me squarely."Please," I add.He takes off his glasses and places them down on the desk, "I can't do that.""Why not?""Because Emma, the damage has been done," he spells."Fine, if the damage has been done then just take them down, right?" I reaso
I predicted this, so when I heard from my assistant, James, that Marco was insisting on an urgent visit, I let him in.Now, he's seated in front of me, tapping his foot relentlessly, while I wait for him to have his first word.He needs a shave, he has a rough-looking stubble scattered across his chin, his hair is ruffled, his eyes red, and two of his buttons are undone. He didn't even bother to put on a tie, and he smelled slightly of alcohol.A good businessman always has his shit together, regardless. This just proves how incompetent he is, he's reckless, a sore loser, and had everything handed over to him.But not this time, the damage I made will be irreparable for a while. If only Emma were here to see this.He opens his mouth to speak, then rubs his chin instead and continues with the ceaseless foot tapping."Get to the point Mr. Giovanni, I have a meeting soon," I lie.I don't.I'm hardly busy these days, everything is going smoothly. I only came to the office these past two d
I hug him tight, savoring his scent, and the way his hand holds my head, patting slowly. I swear I felt him inhale, the scent of my hair, I hoped he was not bothered by my cheap shampoo.It's cheap but works well enough for my hair, so I haven't changed my shampoo to anything fancy despite having access to Liam's card at any time.When we pull out, I can't look him in the eye. My heart is beating like crazy, and I can feel him staring at me, my face feels flushed and hot.I hugged him without thinking out of joy, for taking down the articles. Surely a dramatic way to express my thanks, but like I said, I was not thinking at all. I didn't expect him to take them down, but I noticed all the links were invalid, I was shocked.I guess he actually does have a heart…or maybe he's growing one now.I finally muster up the courage to look at him, trying to decipher what he's thinking. He chuckles a bit and rubs his face.Is Liam Caruso…shy? Blushing?!Why? Did the hug take him off guard? Now t