It was a yacht. It was a yacht.I stared at the very neat, beautiful, and big creation in front of me. With Victor standing behind me, his hands resting gently on my waist, I used my hand to shield my eyes from the morning sun as I took it all in. The yacht was immaculate, gleaming white, and it looked like something straight out of a dream.I had woken up earlier than I expected, probably because of the excitement. The word "surprise" always did something to me, kept me on my toes and all. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to see what the day had in store, what surprise he said he had for me. After a quick shower and wrapping myself in one of Victor’s shirts, which smelled wonderfully like him, I went downstairs to find him already waiting with a knowing smile.We went out for breakfast at a cozy little café not far from the estate. I was still in his shirts and one of his shorts, both of which were too big for me. I probably looked funny, but Victor kept saying I looked
“I think it’s a boy,” Cecil whispered into my ear, her breath warm against my skin as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand gently rubbed her slightly bulged stomach, a tender gesture that made my heart swell. “You haven’t gone for a scan yet?” I asked, a bit surprised.“Not yet,” she sighed, taking a long noisy slurp from her smoothie.“And why is that?” I pressed.“I want it to be a surprise,” she admitted. “But Theo doesn’t. He wants us to know the gender so we can start buying things. Do you think it’s a good idea?”“C, you have less than four months left,” I pointed out gently but firmly. “You still haven’t gotten anything for the baby. What do you think will happen when you give birth? It will be chaos, total chaos.”She nodded, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Well then, will you come with me to the doctor?” “Yeah, sure,” I replied, squeezing her hand. “I’ll come with you.”“Now” “Now?!” We waited until 4 PM when the sun looked like it was about to set before I freshene
In the dimly lit room, I sat alone, my face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle flickering on the table beside me, there was a power outage in the house the moment he walked in. Yeah, he's bad luck. The house was quiet, the only sound came from Catherine lighting up candles and the drizzling rain. The guards were already working on it. I laid in a fetal position, watching the flickering candle and its shadow. What I felt was an emotional war that ravaged me from within. I continued to stare at it until the power came back up and I fell asleep. --- The next morning, after a large cup of coffee, I felt a lot better. Zara had brought it to me along with the news that she had prepared a hot bath. The rain from last night had turned heavy, so the atmosphere was cold. After finishing my coffee and soaking in the hot bath, I felt more like myself. The caffeine and the warmth of the water seemed to wake me up and wash away some of the depression of last night. I decided to g
I met Tatiana, the twenty three year old fashion blogger with over millions of followers on all social platforms, at our new warehouse that evening. With a striking ginger hair that made her stand out in a crowd. Her energy was infectious, and it put me at ease immediately. As we shook hands, I could tell she was excited about the tour. I was too. It wasn't every day that we got to showcase our hard work to someone who could help us reach a wider audience.We started the tour in the main production area. The large, open space was filled with rows of tables where skilled workers were cutting and sewing fabrics. I explained the layout and how each section had a specific role in the creation of our clothing line. Tatiana was attentive, her eyes bright with curiosity as she jotted down notes and snapped photos and made videos with her assistant/cameraman. “How do you ensure the quality of your materials? If you don't mind me asking, but I'm sure fashion obsessed people like you and I wou
Victor? Really?An inexplicable excitement bubbled up within me. I felt a sudden urge to rush into the house and greet him, but I stopped myself just in time, realizing that there were other guests inside as well.As much as I wanted to hurry in and see Victor, I had to remind myself of the risk. Meh, the entire family was there, so I wasn't planning to take any chances. Instead, I asked Zara to prepare me a bath and pick out an evening dress for me for dinner. She nodded and led the way inside.The sound of cutlery clinking filled the dining room as we walked in. I bowed slightly to the guests, making sure to avoid eye contact with the one person I was excited to see. I began making my way upstairs. Halfway up, I heard my name.“Since you're back, freshen up and join us for dessert.” Yeah, of course it was Catherine. Who else would it be?“Sure, give me some minutes,” I replied, not looking back. I just nodded and continued up to my room.When I entered, Zara was already in the bathr
I went through the month's catalogue for Luxury, flipping through the pages filled with high-end fashion designs. The bed was covered with design idea papers, sketches, and notes, all scattered around me. Among the mess were a few invites to a high-profile charity gala. I'd hit the jackpot, no doubt, but the work that came with such luck was overwhelming. If I were fully human, I'd probably be overdosing on painkillers from different brands. Yup, you read that right.The sheer volume of tasks that was still undone was staggering. From finalizing designs to coordinating with suppliers and ensuring everything met the exacting standards of Luxury, it felt like there weren't enough hours in the day. My phone buzzed constantly with emails and messages, each one demanding immediate attention.I sighed, rubbing my temples. The excitement of seeing my work featured in such a prestigious publication was blocked by the heavy workload. I glanced at the invite to the charity gala, a brief flicker
Dinner continued, but my appetite had vanished. The rest of the family seemed to accept Catherine’s announcement with minimal fuss, of course they would, it their sister and it's Damon's mother, continuing their conversations as if nothing significant had happened. I took another gulp of wine.---Penelope stared at the bloodied letter on the desk in the middle of her sitting room, chewing on her nails and drowning out the angry, cursing voice of her mother upstairs. Just what kind of mess had she gotten herself into? She wondered, sniffing. Just what did her greed get her into?The ping from her phone pulled her out of her sad reverie. With shaky hands, she picked it up from the table, careful not to drop it. It was a message from ‘X’ again, with threats to keep her mouth shut. The familiar wave of fear washed over her, making her heart race. Suddenly, a loud shatter from behind startled her, and she could swear her heart almost jumped out of her chest. All her attention had been o
I stared out of the window from my room that overlooked the back of the house, wondering if my senses were glitching. It wouldn't be a surprise if they weren't, though, because lately, Penelope had been on my case and tail. The scent I had perceived a few minutes ago was definitely hers. It had to be.The full moonlight cast a soft glow over the backyard, highlighting the trees and gardens. It was full moon, soon you'll hear the men going out for hunting like they do.I sighed and turned away from the window, pacing my room. My thoughts kept circling back to Penelope. The last few times she came to me, she seemed on edge, constantly looking over her shoulder. I knew she was hiding something, that something was wrong, but whatever it is, it was her mess, her problem, and the last thing I wanted was to get involved with her, ever again.The last time I did, I left with my heart in my palm, so no more trusting.A sudden tap on the window startled me, making my heart race. I turned back q