"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
Yvette woke up early in Clyde’s arms hugging her. She looked so comfortable that she just woke up after all that had happened last night after the auction. Her head throbbed. She groaned and touch her head when she remembered that she drink too much wine coz she was so delighted talking to Melissa.Melissa! As soon as she remembered it, her lips automatically formed a smile. Clyde slowly opened his eyes and saw her smiling early in the morning with her disheveled hair. “Mornin’,” he said in a bedroom voice.Yvette got startled. She cleared her throat and pushed him away to free herself from his arms. Clyde knows that the reason for her smile was due to what happened last night.“You had fun last night you pass out,” he informed.“Well, that’s Melissa. Who wouldn’t?” she arched her brow.Clyde pulled her waist again. Yvette gasped. She’s not used to intimacy without sex involved. Cuddling is just so intimate that she doesn’t want it. She pushed his chest again and glared at him. Cl
They started strolling in Paris again. They visited some of the finest tourist attractions. She's taking pictures and buying stuff. She can't stop Clyde from taking photos of her but she secretly appreciates it because she wants some photos of herself in Paris. She had fun in Paris, the reason why when she was packing her things, she realized she bought a lot of things that it needs another baggage for her new things. It doesn't matter anyway because Clyde has his own private jet and she won't trouble herself by carrying all of it. They're already sitting on the jet while she's looking at her photos in the gallery. There's a photo that she likes. It was Clyde's taken photo of her while she was looking at the painting. Her side profile is immaculately beautiful and her hair cascaded prettily with a ribbon on it. She's wearing a beige coat and heels while holding her designer bag. She put it on her home screen and turned her screen off. Clyde secretly smiled when he saw what she di
It wasn't the first time that Yvette got some cravings that were out of this world, and they would always end up traveling just so she could eat the food she was craving.Other than that, her mood swings were the worst. Clyde could really tell that if their baby is a daughter, it might be a pain in the ass and feisty like her mom.But aside from those things, Yvette has the weirdest hormones; they could do it wherever they were, mostly in public places, because Yvette was just feeling it so Clyde really had to be so discreet and do everything just to give whatever she wanted. Clyde could really tell how wild Yvette was as a pregnant woman, but at the same time, he was so proud because it seemed like she was craving for him the most out of those foods she wanted in the middle of the night.Their wedding was approaching, as they were already choosing some guests for the distribution of the invitation cards."You're going to invite him? Really?" Clyde raised his brow as soon as he saw B
They had dinner that night together with Clyde's parents as they talked about the upcoming wedding day."Is it at the church? Or a beach wedding?" Mr. Smith asked.Clyde then looked at Yvette."I think I'm going to like the church," Yvette said, looking at Clyde, who nodded as well."And where? Here in Paris? Or in New York?""We both like to try it here first in Paris, then we could set another one in New York," Clyde answered."Oh wow. That's actually a nice idea. With different themes. It would be cute." Maybe before the baby comes out, and then after, so my grandchild would be there at the second wedding. It's a good transition, actually," Mrs. Smith said, smiling from ear to ear.Yvette might now shout how excited she was, but deep down, she was really looking forward to it. It was an unexpected plot twist happening in her life; she didn't plan on getting married knowing how independent she was, as she knew to herself she didn't want a man in her life.But it seems like life has
When tomorrow morning came, the first thing that welcomed their sight was Clyde's parents, who were already in front of the door of Yvette's penthouse.Clyde helped them with their things, as Mrs. Smith cannot take her eyes off Yvette. Yvette was kind of nervous because she knew his mother knew she was Yvette and not Yvonne, which she used to know.Mrs. Smith's eyes drifted to her hands as if she were trying to find some evidence, and there it was: the ring."Wow. I haven't really appreciated Paris this much. But wow. It's quite not bad, huh? It felt so peaceful and cozy," Mr. Smith commented as he looked out the window, seeing the Eiffel Tower as a view."Yvette is quite obsessed with Paris, Dad," Clyde said after putting their things in their own room, which is the guest room.Mr. Smith glanced at his son. "Now I slowly understand why you're obsessed with it too. You almost wanted to live here." He arched his brow.Clyde stifled his smile and looked at Yvette, who smiled a little to
Their wedding preparation is now ongoing. Clyde has never left Yvette's side, even though her stomach isn't that big yet. And Yvette, who seems so clingy to Clyde, can't last a minute apart from him as well."Phew, lovebirds. I could really tell that you two are so madly in love with each other," Damon commented as soon as he went in with Trisha in the safe. They were planning to meet up for the food tasting to be served on the wedding day, and Yvette wanted to have Clyde by her side.Trisha giggled when she saw that even their hands were intertwined. It was so unusual to see the coldhearted and heartless Yvette, who's being lovey-dovey to her fiancé.Damon and Trisha took a seat as they both looked at their hands intertwined. And Trisha, who wanted to make a satire out of it, put her hand on Damon's hand as well, and they intertwined it.Clyde shook his head, but there was a playful smile kissing his lips. They were just interrupted when the cakes were already served.Clyde took a sm
After Clyde found out that Yvette was pregnant, he was three times more careful. Even the speed didn’t reach forty, and he would glance at her from time to time while his other hand rested on the side of her leg, as if she couldn't stand a chance of being away from him."I’m kind of worried. Aren’t you planning to rest working? You have your team. And most of your brands have a manager to handle it. You should just stay at home, you know," he encouraged as if only Yvette would just stop moving just to focus on herself."It’s just weeks, Clyde, you paranoid. And my work wasn’t that heavy to handle. I just attend invites, review the sales, make new designs... that’s all. Though it’s quite loaded every day, it’s bearable. It’s not something that requires rest because I’m having fun with those too.”"Or I’ll have a year's leave from the company to be with you all the time?" he suggested carefully, as he really looked determined to be with her."Stop it. I can handle myself as a pregnant w
Yvette’s eyes widened. For the longest time that she has been with Melissa, she didn’t see it coming. She always looked up to her like a mentor, someone whom she wanted to be when she reached her forties or fifties. She inspires her on so many levels that she’s one of the reasons she stayed in the field of fashion design, as she wanted to pursue it so badly despite the obstacles she has faced in the past.And even though she received some hate because of her decision, she will never regret that she found Melissa during those years. She will never regret that she took a risk, despite how heavy the journey would be.For the years of being with her, she has always been thankful to her, and sometimes she thinks she wasn’t thankful enough for telling it to her, for always including her in her success, for showing it to her, because Yvette believes how much Melissa deserves the world, and she wanted to give everything to her.It was the kind of relationship she unexpectedly found—a kind of
Since the day that Yvette and Clyde were seen together in public, the two have always been a hot topic on the internet and got trending on social media platforms, while they continued dating at their own pace without getting worried that someone would take photos of them while they were dating outside.It became their daily routine. Clyde would sometimes fly out to Paris, as he would spend time with Yvette on days that he missed her, and would fly back to New York to manage his work, knowing that he’s been a target by some of the business tycoons lately because his name was just too sparking on the internet for being married to one of the most successful young billionaires herself, Yvette Smith, the CEO of Yvette, which was now boosting.There was a lot of trying to bring them down, posting negativity against them together, and throwing rocks at Yvette for being Clyde’s wife.How could you marry the husband of your twin in the past? You’ve fought her case and even confessed on televis
Clyde woke up next to Yvette. And as soon as his eyes saw Yvette, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, he suddenly felt at ease.He pulled her naked body closer and kissed the top of her head as Yvette unconsciously snuggled against him.Clyde smiled and rested his hand around her small waist while he started drawing lazy circles against her back.It was the life that Clyde had built in his mind for a long time as soon as he acknowledged that he fell in love with the woman whom he thought his wife was.And now that she was back in his arms, as he fully acknowledged who she was and as he had already memorized every detail about her, he doesn't want to let her go anymore. He is willing to sacrifice everything just to have a life with Yvette.Yvette slowly opened her eyes until she saw him looking at her. Clyde crouched a bit and planted a kiss on her lips."Mornin’," he said with an accent."Morning...” Yvette greeted back in a slurry voice.Damn, how sexy that voice is!His hand was
Clyde was shocked that it was Yvette who was insisting on a photo with them, reasoning that it was because of the Eiffel Tower, but he knew it was because Clyde pointed out he wanted photos with her.Clyde took the phone out of her hand and cleared his throat as he clicked the camera and put it at the front as they both looked at the camera.Clyde’s eyes went to Yvette.Damn. She’s my wife, right?She cleared her throat and tried to focus as he clicked the camera. Yvette rested her elbow on the table, her chin resting on her palm as she smiled a bit. Clyde looked at him and smiled too.Clyde wasn’t in himself while taking photos because he was mesmerized by her beauty. For the first time, they have photos that weren’t forced at all.She’s in love with me. Damn…After taking photos, Clyde took out his phone and didn’t miss passing it to his phone.They have a nice dinner while talking about random things, away from the negativity that’s trying to snap them both, as Yvette wanted to jus