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Twenty-One
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Hey baby, you're back” Tristan said signalling her to come sit beside him. He was on the long couch working on his laptop with his legs on a footstool and there were lots of paper scattered all over the couch, some of them were also on the floor.
He moved some papers away to create space for her to sit. “I missed you. How is Jane?” he asked while kissing her lovingly on her lips.“Missed you more” she replied kissing him back. “And Jane's fine.”She looked at the scattered papers and asked.“What's all this?”“Work, lots of work. I think I might need my assistant to assist me here.”“Oh, right away sir.” She answered switching to assistant mode almost immediately. “I'll go get my laptop”She quickly went up the stairs and was back in few seconds. She took a seat on the floor beside him, opening her laptop.“So what are we doing?” she asked“These are resume of people interested in Sarah's role…”“You're lookinRelated chapters
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She took a deep breath and Tristan frowned.“You're breaking up with me?” he asked gloomily“What? No, no. That's not it”“Then what is it?” he asked, taking her hands in his. To his surprise, she burst into tears.“Hey, you know you can tell me anything right?” he said as he pulled her in for a hug. She kept sobbing making him wonder what it was she had to say but he held her there, patting her back gently and reassuring her while she sobbed to her heart's desire. “Is it that bad?” he asked and she nodded amidst sobs.“Is it something that you think will make me angry?” he asked again and she nodded.He sighed, closed his eyes, kissed her hair and sighed again. “It's okay, whatever it is you want to say, it doesn't matter how terrible you think it is, I promise I won't get mad”“You promise?” she sniffed, drawing out of his embrace to look him straight in the eyes.“I promise!” he repeated.She exhaled, wiped her face and opened her mouth to speak while he looked at her anxiously.
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She bumped into a blonde young man. He had green laughing eyes, well-groomed beards and he was at least six feet tall. He looked kind as he apologized.“My apologies ma'am,” he said as he steadied her.She looked into his eyes and frowned “I'm sorry, who are you?” she asked. Just then, Tristan walked in behind her and she turned to him. His expression darkened as he saw them and she realized why. The stranger's hands were still on her arms and they were standing too close for comfort.She cleared her throat and stepped back, then she linked her arms with Tristan’s arm.“Who is this?” she asked with the sweetest smile.“Sarah's replacement. Angela, meet Leo, my new secretary”“Nice to meet you Leo, I'm Angela” she said with an extended hand. He took her hand and his grip was very firm.“Nice to meet you too Angela, I have a feeling we'll get along well” he said with a piercing gaze that seemed to go deep into her soul. To her amazement, she found herself blushing. She quickly drew ba
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Suddenly, her head began to spin making her put down the glass abruptly. Annabelle looked on in disappointment at the untouched drink.“What's wrong?” she asked curiously noticing how beads of sweat instantly began to form on Angela’s forehead.“I… I feel…dizzy” she managed to say as she jumped to her feet but the whole room seemed to be spinning and she landed back on her chair.She placed her palm on her forehead and closed her eyes trying to control the dizziness but it wasn’t working.“Can you…help me t—to the b—bathroom please?”She managed to let out. Annabelle was confused. Was the poison that strong that it was already showing effects without her tasting it? Was sniffing it just as potent as tasting it? Even if that were true, the effects shouldn't be that quick. She wondered. Seeing as Angela paled, she stood up and helped her to the bathroom as the rest of the patrons and waiters stared at them oddly.Once Angela made it in, she went into one of the stalls and shut the door
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She stared at her body in the mirror, her body was definitely changing, slowly, but the changes are there. Aside from her pale skin, her boobs felt tender and bigger plus she seemed to be developing curves, her body was beginning to look more womanly but the only thing is that her stomach was not yet big. That's a good thing, at least Annabelle won't know she's pregnant till she leaves. She began to wonder what Annabelle's mission is. She wouldn't come just to see her and patch things up, that's for sure. If that were the case, she'd have at least come with her daughter but she didn't. There was an ulterior motive behind Annabelle's visit but she just haven't figured out what it is yet. She had a flashback to the day Annabelle left.She came back from school earlier that day because it was a half day. Just as she entered into the house, she heard the sound of knife digging into flesh repeatedly and someone screaming. Panicking, she dropped her bag gently, took her phone and began to
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“Hi darling, come meet Angela” she said as she linked her arms with his and brought him to the table. “I've already met her!” he answered in a deep, booming voice, referring to the day she came with Tristan to his office.“Did you guys exchange pleasantries?” she asked as she took her seat. “It was work related” he replied coldly, still glaring at her. Angela squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutiny. She didn't dare to meet his eyes.“Hi Sir, pleased to meet you…again” she said with a pleasant smile while avoiding eye contact with him.“I can't say the same for you” he replied and Angela’s face fell but Tristan patted her hand gently under the table.Travis Perry was ruthless, cold and seemed very strict. No one dares to disobey him because those who did in the past attested that something unfortunate happened to them right after that. It's either they suddenly went missing or their business crashed, till they were forced to come back begging him. The only one bold enough to stand
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“Angela, wait!” Tristan called out as he ran out after her. She stepped outside and stopped in her tracks, it was raining heavily and it was very cold. She stood there, slightly shivering as Tristan caught up with her at the door and put his arms around her. She shook him off roughly and stepped away from him. He sighed and said “I'm sorry about my father, that's just how he is”“Just how he is? He wasn't like that to Ivy, he clearly thinks I'm not good enough for you”“I know what he said was hurtful, but I promise you, it's not you, it's him. And I don't really care what he thinks…”“Can I just go to the car? You can go finish dinner, I'll wait for you in the car”He frowned and looked around, it would take her at least twenty steps to get to the car and they didn't come with an umbrella. He couldn't have her going in the rain especially in her condition.“You don't have an umbrella!”“I'll be quick, I'll run”He looked at her heels and said “what if you slip? The ground is clearly
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Angela’s eyes fluttered open.She looked around and discovered she was in an unfamiliar room. She tried to recollect how she got here, then it dawned on her. This must be Tristan’s room in his parents house. It was a very beautiful room, though not as big as the one in his place but still very nice. There was a poster of a famous rockstar on the wall, a study desk with neatly arranged books of different genres, a gaming console, a large flatscreen television and even his bed was a queen size bed so it would definitely contain the both of them.There was just one problem, Tristan was no where to be found. His clothes on the bed indicated that he had undressed and gotten ready for bed but where was he? She was already sweating now, so she got up, turned off the heater and took off the sweater. She checked the bathroom but didn’t find him. Looking at the time, she concluded that he couldn’t possibly be with his parents by this time. He wasn’t even a late sleeper. Dwelling on that, she
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“Hi guys. Morning auntie”“Hi Ivy, did you sleep well?” Marie asked and she nodded, coming into the kitchen to grab an apple. She turned to Tristan with a huge smile.“Hi Tristan, did you sleep well?”Tristan nodded and avoided her gaze while Angela glared at the both of them. Something definitely happened between the both of them yesterday night, she thought.Ivy looked at her but she looked away, deliberately ignoring her.Ivy moved closer to Tristan, put her hand on his shoulder, batted her lashes and asked “I was wondering, can you help me with something upstairs?”Angela was fuming but she managed to keep her composure. Ivy was shameless, just look at how she was outrageously flirting with Tristan in her presence. She looked at Tristan who said nothing, it seems like he was enjoying the extra attention. She rolled her eyes. ‘Whatever!’ Tristan looked at Angela who's gaze was on her cup of coffee. She seemed like she was not paying attention to whatever Ivy was doing and he wonde
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The Billionaire’s Assistant Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATERShe stared at her reflection in the mirror, and a satisfied smile crept up her lips.Today was the most important day of her life. Her wedding day!She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the day Tristan proposed to her two months ago.***************It was another cold day, as usual. It was a work day, but instead of going to work, Tristan had insisted they go to the same restaurant they went on her first day of working with him, and that they bring Zoe.She didn't understand why Tristan would choose to go to a restaurant instead of work and what was even more strange was that he insisted that he wanted to drive. He usually lets his driver do the driving, so she found it strange.After making sure that Zoe was seated and buckled in with the seatbelt, she sat in the passengers seat in front and Tristan got behind the wheel. As he adjusted the rear-view mirror, he winked at Zoe, who giggled and bounced happily in the back, the entire ride.All efforts to calm
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“I'm telling you, Tristan, it's that bad.”She said to Tristan over Facetime.He had called her by eight pm New Zealand Standard Time and she was telling him how things were with Zoe.She couldn't bring herself to sleep on the mattress, so, after tucking Zoe in and making sure she was asleep, she went to the living room and lay on the couch instead. “And get this, turns out she's been living here using my name.”“Are you serious?” He asked, the shock on his face mirroring hers.“I am. Her neighbour called me Angela, and I found these fake documents and ID's inside the kitchen closet. It all had my name. None of it has her name. It's creepy.”“So, her daughter doesn't know her real name either?”“She doesn't. Apparently, she's been living a lie for seven years. As crazy as it is, it did give me an idea.” She replied with a faraway look in her eyes.“What idea?” Tristan asked with raised eyebrows. She smiled at him as she answered, “You know how she told me not to ever let her daught
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The twenty-one-hour flight took it’s toll on her. Even though there had been two stops along the way, she was exhausted and sick by the time she got to New Zealand. She had also bought some things for Zoe as a way to earn her trust.Tristan called to check on her three times, and he sounded better. At least that's an improvement.She stopped a taxi and gave the driver the address Annabelle gave her. It was almost an hour drive from the airport and along the way, she kept wondering what she would tell Zoe. Where would she say her mother was? And how would she explain that she was her aunt? Because she was pretty sure Annabelle never mentioned her to Zoe.She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize they were already at her destination. The driver had to honk the car horn to snap her out of her thoughts.“We're here.” He announced after getting her attention.“Oh. Thank you.” She answered as she paid him. He helped her offload her luggage and then, he drove off.Angela stared at the
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Tristan, Taylor and Angela arrived at the hospital to find a panic-stricken, worn out Tessa, pacing around. Her arm was bandaged too.“What happened? Where's mum?” Tristan asked, trying to rush into the emergency ward, but was stopped by Tessa.“Tristan, you can't go in there yet. Please, calm down.”“What exactly happened, Tessa?” Angela asked.“Yeah, how did she get shot.” Taylor added.“She went to confront Amy and we were on our way back when our car was ambushed and some men wearing masks surrounded us. They killed the driver and shot mum in the chest through the windscreen. They shot at me too, but it missed narrowly, and my arm got hit instead. They took off immediately and that's when I called the ambulance.”“How is she? Will she make it?” Tristan asked with wide-eyes. Tessa looked dismayed as she averted her gaze. Tristan was about to say something when Tessa's husband Connor came rushing in.“Honey,” he exclaimed as he rushed towards her. He hugged her, then he examined he
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The car came to a halt in front of the Perry's grand mansion. Marie stepped out first, not waiting for the driver to open the door for them.Her eyes was red and her complexion was pale. She stormed out of the car and marched furiously inside the house, ignoring her children completely.“Mum, are you okay? What happened?” Tessa asked, trying to block her path. But, one glare from Marie, made her move. She rushed towards Tristan, who was being helped out of the car by Angela and Alan.“What's wrong with mum? She looks ready to murder someone.” She asked Tristan, who exchanged a glance with Angela.“What does that look mean? What's happening?” She asked in alarm.“Is father home?” Tristan asked.“Yeah, but that doesn't answer my question. Why is mum so furious?” She asked again, visibly frustrated that no one was answering her question.“Where is he?” Tristan asked again.“In his study. For God's sake, why isn't anyone answering the damn question? What happened to mum?” she yelled.Just
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She sat in front of a tiny glass window in a cubicle, tapping her fingers nervously on the table and lost in thought.It's been three days since she was discharged from the hospital and she had been putting off the idea of seeing her sister in prison till she couldn't anymore.She had to gather up all her courage to come here, concluding that Annabelle could not hurt her again as she was already behind bars.Now, sitting here, all that courage seemed to have faltered and she wondered if it was too late to leave. Just then, she looked up and her whole body tensed as she saw a haggard-looking Annabelle in cuffs, being escorted by a police officer. The officer removed the cuffs from her wrists and she slumped to the chair. Angela inhaled and tried to calm her nerves and her shaking hands as she picked up the phone in front of her. Annabelle did the same and for a few seconds, neither of them said a word to each other. They just stared, with the phone in their ears and different though
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She remained silent, just staring blankly, throat dry, heart pounding until Tristan felt the need to speak.“Angela, please say something.”She finally focused her gaze on him, as the blank stare left her face. “Where is she?” she asked.“Detained,” Tristan answered.“Angie, she wants to see you,” Jane said, looking worried. Angela shifted her gaze to Jane as seven of the coldest words she had ever said, fell out of her mouth.“I have nothing to say to her!”“She's still your sister…” Tristan was saying, but she cut him short.“Was my sister! Now, I have no sister. I remember everything she did to me, including hiring those two men to beat me up. I was pregnant! And she knew it. You know what they said to me? They told me that she said they should get rid of it by any means necessary. She's the reason all this is happening. She could have killed you too, Tristan. And you say she's my sister? No, if she were my sister, she would never have done all that to me.”She yelled, angry tears
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Her head was hurting so she once again thought she was hallucinating. Even though she just heard his voice, she couldn't bring herself to believe he was looking at her and talking to her. He was in a coma, so how was he doing any of that?“Are you okay?” he asked, startling her.“Y—you. You're awake?”“Surprised?” he asked with a smile.“I am. The doctor said it would probably take at least a month before you woke up.” Her face twisted in horror as she said, “Oh no, don't tell me I was unconscious for a month!” Tristan chuckled as he responded, “No, you weren't unconscious for a month, you were unconscious for a week.”“A week?” Angela asked as her face paled in horror. “Why? What happened?”“According to the doctor, when you fell, you hit your head pretty bad and since you already had a brain injury, it triggered something. But do you feel okay now? Did you forget anything?”She raked her brain, trying to figure out if she forgot anything, but she couldn't think of anything she mig
