Clyde’s mind was bombarded with those thoughts. It added to his curiosity more when Yvette doesn’t want to go out with him in public when he told her they will have dinner again.“For what reason?” he asked while Yvette was having her tea in the garden peacefully. She’s wearing another black sleeveless dress while her hair was in a high ponytail. Her nails were colored black too compared to the other days which is red. As if she’s mourning for something. “Because I don’t like it?” she raised her brow. “Is it because of what happened last night?” he pointed out. Yvette’s brows furrowed while thinking about what he was talking about. She doesn’t want to jump to conclusion that Clyde probably found out about her secret but that’s impossible. Her boss didn’t see her last night. Even though a pang of nervousness bloomed in her chest, she acted unbothered and sipped on her tea calmly. “About what?”“That man on the table you saw. Was it about him? You suddenly acted strange as soon as
Yvette is somehow relieved that they're going out of the country to avoid the people who know her as Yvette. One week. Her main plan is to know about Clyde's work. She wanted to crush his own credibility as a businessman. She thought about it very well from the night before they left. She will ruin his life. To the core. And while the empire he built is slowly crashing because of his incompetency, I will file a divorce and reveal that his real wife is already dead. Yvette's thoughts vanished in the wind as soon as she saw how the private jet of the Smith landed smoothly at the airport. Yvette is aware of how rich the Smith is, but she didn't think of it too much. And now, seeing the luxurious private jet carved with their surname on it, her jaw almost want to drop. She never rode a private jet all her life. It was her first time seeing someone's luxurious private jet and she can't believe that it was her husband's! Or her twin rather. She put the strands of her hair from the sid
"Here," she showed the screen of her phone. Clyde looked at the designs she showed. His brows shot up with the details of the dress. She used a black pen and the intricate design of each part draw his attention."Wow," he gasped with too much fascination.Yvette swiped left. Clyde's jaw dropped. The long dresses were amazing. Yvette continued to swipe from the left. Clyde was so fascinated by each design that he didn't even blink while looking at them. "You made all of it?" he asked. "Yup." "I didn't know you have a hidden talent like this," he gasped. "Coz you never bothered asking me things, Mr. Smith," she smirked and pulled her phone away from him. Clyde admits that he never asked her things about her likes and dislikes. He only knows some things through watching Yvonne silently. He knows he's fond of orange juice because that's what he always noticed. Or he likes wearing white from the past but she suddenly swaps into black dresses. Or her love for books but she's more into
“Next pose!” the boy shouted after how many shots. Yvette curiously glanced at Clyde and lifted her head a bit to see his reaction but her eyes narrowed when Clyde crouched a bit and accidentally kissed her forward. He was supposed to aim at the side of her head but because she faced him, it landed on her forehead instead. Clyde thank the boy after taking the photos. Yvette was silent for a moment, thinking about the pictures they had on his phone. Clyde looked at the taken photos. Yvette craned her neck a bit to see what he was doing. Clyde set one of their photos as his lock screen. It was the last photo where he kissed her forehead accidentally. “Why are you setting it as your lock screen? Imagine when you’re with your mistress…” her voice is dripping with accusations. Clyde just shrugged it off. He was used to her accusations but as much as possible, he wanted to make sure that he was giving her assurance. Yvette cocked her head to the side and grimaced about it when Clyde h
Yvette wanted to think that the lady was just trying to make some excuses but when she heard the luxurious jewelry store and Clyde taking out a blue packaging box, her accusations vanished."Bought this since you're not wearing our ring so..." Clyde opened the box in front of her. The lady gasped. Even the waiter smiled at them like they witness a beautiful proposal and they don't want to miss it. Yvette looked at the expensive wedding ring in front of her. The diamonds sparkled on her eyesz. It looked so elegant and she imagined it on her finger once. "Oh my..." the lady took her phone out happily and she started filming them. Yvette was too stunned that she didn't know what to do. Clyde held her hand and took the wedding ring out of the box. "May I?" he asked her permission first. Yvette was contemplating things. She wanted to make a scene. She wanted to draw everyone's attention but she doesn't want too much drama on that night. Knowing that she was in Paris, the city of love
Yvette woke up the next morning. As soon as she realized that she passed out last night after their four rounds, her eyes abruptly narrowed. The bed is already empty. And even the laptop beside her wasn’t there anymore. She groaned and shut her eyes frustratingly. Damn the fucker. He’s a beast! He drained my energy! He fucked me nonstop! It was supposed to be my plan that’s why I didn’t stop until three rounds, expecting the fucker will lose all his energy but I’m wrong! Ugh! Damn it! What should I do now? Now I’m gonna repeat it again?! What the hell! Oh how much he taunt me last night when I coax him for another round!“You’re not yet satisfied with the three rounds?” he whispered at her while they were starting another round. Yvette shook her head and wrapped her fingers around his shaft even though her fingertips didn’t touch each other. “Why? You’re satisfied with that?” Yvette asked confidently. Clyde chuckled while leaning against the headrest of the bed as Yvette moved h
What... then how am I supposed to distract him?! How am I supposed to know his mistress? Damn it! This isn't what I want!As much as she wants to lure him into her plans but forcing him to do it with her is just out of her vocabulary. She doesn't want to bruise her ego, she doesn't want to appear desperate when in fact it wasn't sex after all, she wants revenge on it. She wants the truth.Is she even willing to risk it? While seeking justice for the death of her twin, she's willing to ruin herself? The motherfucker should be the one who's ruined here. Not me!They finished showering without doing anything. Yvette was pissed because Clyde looked determined to prove to her that he will stand to his words. He will stick to it. Damn it! How am I supposed to get the information about his mistress if I can't access it?!It was on her mind while she was changing clothes. She was just distracted when they decided to go out and went to the gallery first. Her fascination with the paintings b
The auction finally started. One of the paintings was presented one by one in front of the mini stage. “Fifty thousand dollars,” someone raised its card. “Fifty thousand!” the mc closed the bidding. Yvette gasped at how they spent money effortlessly on paintings. Yes, they’re all billionaires but to her who doesn’t have enough money for the event fascinates her to the core. She saw the familiar painting being placed in front. She cleared her throat and sipped on her wine to calm her senses. She noticed how the other tables reacted and they were nodding like they were waiting for it too. “So, let’s start the bidding. Fifty thousand dollars,” the mc smiled. “One hundred thousand,” someone raised its card. “One hundred!” the mc smiled widely. “One hundred fifty,” from the side raised its card. “Two hundred!” from the back. Yvette’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Clyde who was just sitting comfortably. Maybe he changed his mind and he doesn’t want to buy it anymore? “Two