Rosalie "I always get what I want. Adrien Vasanten is mine, not yours. Mine." After reading Yvette's message, I derisively snorted. Using an unknown number, she hoped to remain anonymous in her attempt to make my life miserable. However, she underestimated me; I knew exactly who was behind these childish antics. I couldn't believe she actually resorted to threatening me, expecting me to give in to her demands. She was mistaken. Having the chance to have Adrien to herself after our divorce, she foolishly misused it by engaging in an affair with his younger brother. Did she truly believe she could both indulge in her desires and maintain the illusion? Her mistake lay in not recognizing that secrets have a way of surfacing, and I'm relieved Adrien discovered the truth before he made the mistake of marrying her. "I always get what I want too, Yvette Truscott. I've gotten it and I'm not letting go." I muttered to myself. "Talking to yourself?" Adrien joined me on the dock. "I was
Adrien The sound of someone whimpering reverberated in my nightmare, abruptly pulling me out of it. I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the semi-darkness in the room, due to the moonlight streaming in through the glass wall. As I turned towards the source of the sound, I discovered Rosalie also experiencing a nightmare, tears streaming down her face. Swiftly, I sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp. "Rose? Wake up, it's only a dream." I gently shook her awake. "Rose." Abruptly, her eyes flew open, and she sat up in bed, gasping for breath. Her hands instinctively rose to touch her cheeks, and in surprise, she pulled them back, as if unable to believe she was crying. "Rose?" I whispered, concern evident in my voice. "Are you ok?" Turning her head, she looked at me without truly focusing her gaze on me, and I pondered just what she had dreamt about. Was it truly so dreadful that it had brought tears to her face? "Rose?" I urged. "Talk to me." "I... I... What time i
Brandon I'd harbored a fondness for Rosalie for as long as I could recall, yet she favored Adrien over me despite his lack of kindness towards her. Over time, my affection for her transformed into contempt. However, witnessing her now, adorned in white skinny jeans, a black crop top, and a matching denim jacket, paired with black ankle boots, sparked a shift in my feelings towards her. She had always been an unattainable blonde beauty to me, but I never imagined she could look even better as a brunette. I believed that changing her hair color wouldn't diminish her beauty, and that's why Yvette harbored resentment towards her. I should have known that even a man like Adrien Vasanten who'd claimed to hate her wouldn't be able to resist her in the long run. He was betrayed by the woman he'd hated his wife for, retraced his steps and reconnected with Rosalie at the first chance he got. As I was about to join her at the empty booth, assuming she was alone, a man leaned over, kissed h
RosalieA week later"I won't warn you again, Rosalie. Divorce Adrien and disappear from his life like you did before. If you truly value your life, you'll do as I say. This is your last warning.""This is getting ridiculous." I muttered under my breath after I finished reading Yvette's recent message. Her annoying and threatening messages were getting on my nerves but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. She wasn't worth the time and energy I'd put into a confrontation with her either, so I'd just let it go and block her number.Determined not to let her ruin my day, I entered the house and closed the door. Music resonated from somewhere inside, piquing my curiosity about my kids' activities. Concealing my frustration with Yvette behind a smile, I traced the sound to find my husband and kids joyfully dancing to a music video on TV in the entertainment room.I had expected to find them asleep and tired from their trip when I came home, but they appeared ev
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