- "Hello, Carter. It's good to see you," Jean replied, but Blair remained silent. Not because she wasn't nice, but because she didn't know what to expect from that conversation.- "Ethan has been out of the country for the past few days," Carter commented nonchalantly, but the redhead knew he was trying to say as much as he could in front of Jean.- "I understand," she said.- "But he's back today, and I think he wants to talk to you," he prompted.Blair wasn't drinking from the glass of water on her desk, or she would have spit it all out on the linen tablecloth. The pessimistic part of her believed that Ethan had found out the truth the hard way. And it was that part that took over her body, so much so that she couldn't even respond.- "He can join us," Jean suggested, even though he realized that something wasn't going well in that little dialogue.- "Who knows," Carter muttered, then smiled and pushed away from the table.Jean was a smart man. He knew his daughter was involved wit
- "Well, I'll wait for you in the Bentley," Jean murmured, and Blair could only nod in agreement.Christopher led the way to the set of elevators to the east of the ballroom. And as she followed him, the redhead searched for a solution to rid herself of that feeling of loss ingrained in her mind, but she couldn't. How could she not have lost everything she had with Ethan, when the end was written in his every action?Blair tried to push the bitter thoughts out of her head as she stepped into the elevator and, with Ethan's employee, walked down to the parking lot. She knew she didn't have much time to sort things out, but she hoped she would have just one more day.They both got off at the ground floor in silence. The redhead walked behind Christopher, keeping a few steps away in case he changed his mind and decided to run back to the elevator.There were three cars in the large parking lot; two sports cars side by side in the far spaces, and a black SUV. And from the way the SUV was c
- "Ethan, I didn't have a choice," Blair snapped as soon as he finished speaking.Banks discovered who Blair really was, the lies she told and the truths she kept from telling. But in the process, she also discovered who Ethan was. And worse, what he did.- "You didn't have a choice? I had to give up an entire life and take on shit that wasn't mine, and you were the one who didn't have a choice?"- "I didn't know!" Blair cried, and at that moment it was impossible to stop the tears from rolling down her red face.Faced with the woman's emotion, Ethan was unmoved. He couldn't believe her, her reasons, her excuses. The only thing Ethan could guarantee was that Blair worked for the police.- "I didn't know," she repeated, this time in a whispered tone.Blair wanted to tell him the whole truth. She wanted to tell him that she helped Spencer because she could relate to his story. She wanted to tell him that she was too in love to just give him up on a silver platter. She wanted to tell him
The guys in the pit stop are running towards my car. I can't hear them, but I know they're screaming like crazy. And I also know that the guys who came in second and third are very angry. On the track, being behind the best is like being the worst. Believe me, the only place that matters on the podium is the top.The sports car stops meters ahead of the finish line and, at that moment, euphoria hits me. Now I can feel the adrenaline in my veins. I can assure you that the feeling of a victory is always the same, it never changes or becomes common. It is always as if I were a god, and that has really boosted my ego.When I get out of the car, my team bombards me with jumping and screaming. I could jump with them, but my legs are still shaking. This is the only moment in life that makes me feel good, that makes me like who I am.- "Fuck, that was amazing!" Will screams.All I see around me are camera shots, people jumping in the stands, some drivers parking in their cockpits. All I hear
Blair got out of the car in one swift movement, without even looking at her father. She ignored any attempts to say goodbye and headed toward the building, the weight of an exhausting day stamped on every dragging step she took.The doors to the building closed behind her, and the silence of the hall enveloped her for a moment. Stepping into the elevator, she let out a weary sigh, taking off her high-heeled shoes that felt like they weighed tons and leaving them on the floor beside her.Finally feeling a little freer, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress, allowing the cool air to soothe her hot, tired skin. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather the strength to climb the rest of the way.“Ethan…” she sighed.Blair picked up her phone with trembling hands and, without hesitation, looked up Spencer's contact information. She pressed the call button, but the call did not even beep once before it dropped.She stared at the blank screen for a few seconds, feel
One after another, the tears became a steady stream, growing more intense, until the first sobs escaped, shaking her shoulders uncontrollably.She opened her mouth to try to speak, but it was as if the words had become trapped somewhere between her throat and her chest, crushed by the weight of guilt and fear. Sobs choked her voice, breaking it into inaudible fragments as she desperately searched for a way to explain, to justify everything she had done.But nothing came out but small, broken sounds, her breathing ragged as her pleading eyes searched for some reaction from Drake, something that could soothe the storm of emotions raging inside her.Blair felt her face wet and the tears continued, relentless, making every attempt to speak a failure. She knew she needed to say something, or at least ease the hurt she saw in his eyes. But regret, sadness, and despair were all mixed together in such a mess that words seemed impossible to form."Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible,
Slap!As my mother-in-law Dora's heavy hand collides with my face, a searing pain shoots through my cheek, jolting my head to the side. A surge of redness flushes my skin, intensifying the agony. Struggling to maintain my balance, I stumble backward, eventually collapsing onto the softness of the bed behind me. Instinctively, my hand darts to my throbbing cheek, the pain radiating through every fiber of my being."You pathetic excuse for a woman," she sneers, her words dripping with contempt. "My son's birthday is in two days, and you dare to show such incompetence by not having the party prepared?"She towers above me, her presence intimidating. Dora embodies the essence of Italian aristocracy, her tall, slender figure accentuated by a sharp nose and angular features."I've hired a party planner," I retort."As a Banks, you should be capable of organizing a celebration yourself!" Her words are laced with venom, each syllable dripping with disdain as she delivers her cutting remark.
Collapsing to my knees, I clutch at my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as if to anchor myself to reality. The weight of Ethan's deception crushes me, leaving me gasping for air amidst the wreckage of our shattered marriage. Every sound of their exchange feels like a cruel echo of my own naivety, a reminder that I was nothing more than a pawn in his game. As Ethan's footsteps echo up the stairs, each one carries the weight of our broken trust.Ethan never loved me! We got involved a few years ago. I was a young girl trying to make it in the big city. He was a famous billionaire. I tried to do the right thing at the time, but the right thing was to betray Ethan's trust.I did it.I paid the price for it.**The relentless rain in Los Angeles mirrors the turmoil in my heart as I shuffle towards the kitchen. Each drop that splatters against the windowpane echoes the tears I've shed since discovering the bitter truth about my three-year marriage — a illusion crumbling before my eye