RosalieI contemplated whether to answer the call or decline it while staring at my phone, which continued ringing. It was an unknown number, which I was certain belonged to Yvette. Since I refused to take the bait, she resorted to calling me, hoping to provoke me into having a confrontation with her."Won't you accept the call?" Adrien asked me."It's Yvette." I replied."Has she been bothering you?" He inquired."Not really." I fibbed. I had no idea why I just lied but I didn't want Adrien to fight my battles for me. I was capable of taking on Yvette myself. "This is just the second time.""You want me to answer it for you?" He offered."No, I'll do it." I picked up my phone, swiped right to accept the call and put the phone to my ear. "What the hell do you want, Yvette?" I demanded brusquely."What a way to greet your father that you've not seen in years." A familiar male voice responded.I blinked in surprise, pulled my phone from ear to double-check the number again then I cleare
Adrien "It's only a week to your wedding and you're still working so hard, Norman." I remarked. "Are you planning on going on a long honeymoon?" "Yes, sir." He nodded. "As long as you'll allow it." "Well, you deserve to be away for six months if you want." I stated. "But I won't give you that kind of freedom." He chuckled. "A month is fine with me." He assured me. "Good." I nodded. "There's something you have to see, sir. It was just released a few minutes ago." He informed me. "It's all over the internet." "Is it about sports or a celebrity scandal?" I feigned disinterest. "You know I don't care about those." "It's about your wife, sir." Norman said. I jerked my head up to stare at him, surprised. "My wife? What about her?" I held out my hand for his iPad. "She got into a heated argument with Yvette at a restaurant." Norman replied as he handed me the iPad. "Heated Argument Unfolds in Restaurant as Wife of Multibillionaire Adrien Vasanten Clashes with Stepsister, Yvette Tr
Yvette"Dad, I require a hundred thousand dollars from you," I said as I sank into the sofa across from him on the terrace. "It's for my wardrobe change, and actually, I'll need more than that.""How old are you, Yvette?" My father interrupted me."Thirty. Why?" I questioned with a frown."Where are you supposed to be now? Let me rephrase that; who are you supposed to be with, seeking more money?" He queried."You?" I replied."You're supposed to be with your husband, you fool!" He yelled. "You had choices, but you let them go. Adrien Vasanten would've been the perfect man for you.""It's not my fault that..." I started to say, but he cut me off again."It's your fault! Yours only!" He hissed. "You had to sleep with his brother, didn't you? Brandon had nothing to offer, but you chose him over the one person capable of taking care of you. Now your sister is living like a queen.""You think I don't know that?" I exclaimed. "I was foolish to think Brandon would be the better candidate fo
Rosalie"You've been making waves online these past few days, Rosalie." Kev remarked. "It's not been a week since your last argument with Yvette and now this? What will Adrien think?""She provoked me first." I retorted. "I helped her out and that was how she chose to repay me.""You helped her out with what?" Kev sounded surprised."She was short of funds so I helped her purchase the items she wanted." I responded. "I was about to leave when she called me back and requested half a million dollars from me. She even had the nerve to tell me it was my fault Adrien's father forced him to marry me or else she'd be in my position right now.""Goodness, you should have punched her in the face for saying that." Kev told me. "Just like before, the video has been taken down.""Adrien will be so upset." I groaned."Are you doing okay, though? From the short clip I was able to watch, it seemed like Yvette had the upper hand.""That was probably after I sucker punched her in the gut. Didn't anyon
Adrien"No, that's not possible," I countered, my voice wavering. "My wife went to visit a friend, and she's on her way home," I added."She's a brunette in her early thirties, and she was wearing a blue floral dress, right?" Nurse Smith queried."Yes, but... A thousand other women could have been wearing the same dress," I protested. My world crumbled as I looked up at the TV screen, hearing the reporter share news about a car accident that happened two miles from Willowdale Memorial Hospital.The damaged car behind her, a white Toyota Camry, was the one Rosalie had taken out this morning. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing until the reporter mentioned Rosalie's name."I'll... I'm on my way." I had no idea if the nurse heard me, but I hung up anyway and pocketed my phone. "This has to be a dream," I said, turning to my father. "Right, Dad?""Let's go to the hospital and see her for ourselves. Hopefully, she only suffered minor injuries," Dad said. "You can't drive in this sta
Adrien"Son, the car has been located and there's good news; the dash cam is in perfect working condition." My dad informed me when I finally stepped out of the ICU. "I sent someone to retrieve the footage. We should know who the culprit is soon enough."I nodded. "I don't want the police to handle him." My voice was hoarse from crying, so I cleared my throat and tried again. "I'll take care of him myself.""Of course." Dad responded, nodding. "Are you okay? You look like hell.""I feel like it too." I plopped down on the recliners in the hallway. "I will never forgive myself if Rosalie doesn't make it, dad." I said, my throat thick with tears. "I can't lose her.""You won't lose her. She's a strong woman and she'll come out of this alive." Dad assured me, placing a hand on my back. "She knows there are people waiting for her to wake up."I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hands as Kevin and his wife approached us and I hung my head to avoid locking gazes with them. My eyes were emb
YvetteWatching the news about Rosalie's accident brought a triumphant smile to my face. I couldn't believe I'd managed to accomplish what I set out to do with just a small amount of cash. And it was all thanks to the generous man lying beside me on the king sized bed exhausted and sated from our intense passionate encounter. Markus Tanner wasn't even up to Adrien's standard - he was only a millionaire, a gullible man who thought having sex with me a couple of times automatically meant that we were an item. He had no idea that I was so far out of his league, he wouldn't ever measure up to the kind of man Adrien was."I know you told me not to ask questions, but I'm dying of curiosity here. How did you go about this?" He inquired.I laughed shortly. "Connection and money. I know some people who don't walk on the right side of the law, greased their palms with money and I got the job done." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Now, she's there.""I like you a lot, Yvette, but I think you're crazy
Adrien Initially, I intended to dismiss Markus Tanner's claim of having identified the individual responsible for Rosalie's accident. However, upon realizing it could be a trap orchestrated by Yvette, given their past association, I reconsidered as it also got me wondering why he was willing to throw her under the bus. Also considering the fact that Markus had been Yvette's recent love interest, it seemed plausible that he might be acting on her behalf. If he knew the person, and that person happened to be Yvette, thereby confirming my suspicions, I'd be catching two birds with one stone. Exiting the elevator, I strolled down the hallway to room 405. After pressing the doorbell twice, I checked my wristwatch for the time. Impatiently, I pressed the doorbell again, wondering why he hadn't opened the door yet. It was nearly noon, and it seemed too late for someone to still be in bed. For someone like Markus Tanner, known to all as a night owl, his sole time for rest came during the