Ciara Mendes "You can't be serious," Eve says."What did you expect me to do? Can you genuinely expect me to feel bitter towards someone who is sincerely sorry for her actions? I wanted to hate her; believe me, I did. But after learning nearly everything about her, I realized that hating her would just be petty. Besides, all of that happened before I started dating Giovanni.""She's pregnant with your boyfriend's baby," Eve argues, trying to make me see reason."The same boyfriend you slept with to get back at his own cousin. Don't make me regret meeting you, Eve."After everything she did, she has no right to judge my choices. I only decided to meet with her because she has always been there for me, and I can't let what happened years ago destroy our friendship. I forgave my mom and sister; I can forgive her too. "I guess I deserve that. I had no right," she said, looking down at the burger that surprised me a bit when she ordered it. "It's your life, and I should jus
Ciara Mendes Six months have passed, and I still find myself reminiscing about those words. As I absorb the scene before me, I reflect on my sister's remarks. Initially, Bridget opposed my decision, insisting that I would be throwing my life away; however, Dad was supportive, and surprisingly, so was Mom. Despite the time that has gone by, I still grapple with whether I made the right choice and if Bridget’s concerns were valid. Can I truly embrace the role of the good stepmom while the biological mother pursues a better life for herself and her the children in her life?Giovanni's brown eyes gleam with happiness as he cautiously approaches me outside the hospital room where Rhea is settled after giving birth to a baby girl, cradling the little bundle in his arms. Witnessing his elation transforms my despondency into something brighter—contentment. I remember how apprehensive he was about becoming a father, initially paralyzed by the fear of falling short; but over t
A.N: I want to thank all my beautiful readers for making it this far. Thank you so much for all your support, please believe me when I say you literally mean the world to me❤️ I hope you enjoyed all chapters.Ciara Mendes "I hate this one. It makes my butt seem nonexistent," Eve frowned as she glared at her reflection in the mirror on the platform she was standing on. Bridget, unfazed and casually sipping the wine the boutique's manager had offered, replied, "That's your sixth dress—you're the most insatiable woman I have ever met." She smirked, enjoying the spectacle while Eve continued to experiment with styles, eager to find the perfect fit that would make her feel fabulous.Eve muttered something inscrutable before turning toward us with a look of exasperation. "Who designed this anyway? I thought it was supposed to be a wedding dress, not something my grandma would wear to bed." "I see what you mean," I chimed in, nodding thoughtfully. "That bow does nothing
Hello my lovely readers. Thank you for giving my book a chance. Constructive criticisms are welcome and in short, believe me when I say I appreciate you all. Hope you enjoy! The Billionaire's ObsessionCiara Mendes As I glanced at the mountain of pending work, I found it impossible to focus on the article I had begun two days prior. With the deadline looming at the end of the week, the pressure was palpable—I knew my boss wouldn't hesitate to hold me accountable if I failed. Beverly Florence, the striking founder of Flare Magazine, was a familiar name in L.A.'s business circles, known not only for her beauty but also for her disingenuous smiles and high-pitched voice that masked the ambitious entrepreneur beneath.The only reason I had secured this job was my ex, Fisher Roberts—the very same Fisher who had recently sown seeds of self-doubt within me. What he did to me made it nearly impossible to complete my article on Tanaya Henry and her much-discussed new jewelr
The Billionaire's Obsession Ciara Mendes Today was the day I was departing for New York, and I had mere hours left before my flight. Los Angeles traffic was brutal, and I knew I had to leave soon to make it to the airport. Given the choice, I might have opted out of this trip, but alas, debts must be settled. For just a few hours, I could endure the company of a spoiled rich kid rather than resorting to something that could land me in prison—and give my mother yet another reason to be disappointed in me.I placed the flash drive in front of Melissa as she typed away on her desktop computer. She looked like she could use a spa day; her red hair was tousled, and her white-framed glasses were slightly crooked. I probably looked half as bad myself, having stayed up until three in the morning trying to write an article on Tanaya Henry. Tanaya had done her part, and I was simply supposed to write it flawlessly, but I struggled to complete it as quickly as usual due to the weight of m
Ciara Mendes Micah Richmond is not just my best friend; he is also a talented twenty-four-year-old photographer at Flare Magazine. He began his career there as an intern, and our boss, Mrs. Florence, was so captivated by his work that she offered him a full-time position immediately after he graduated from college.The handsome man with gray eyes sat across from me at our reserved table in the bar at Davinche Restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, not far from the Roosevelt Hotel where we were both staying. After meeting him earlier that morning, he had told me he made a reservation for us, hoping to lift me out of my melancholy state for a while.Of course, he emphasized the meaning of the word "melancholy" while encouraging me to put on a tight black dress from Forever 21 and rose gold heels. He wanted me to get back out there, especially since he wasn't a fan of my ex-fiancé."She looks like my type, don’t you think?" I looked up from my glass and followed his gaze to the bar.
Giovanni Haynes Mateo was right; tonight, I wasn't behaving like myself. Where was all that self-confidence I used to embody? It felt like Jasmine still held all the power over me, even after two years of silence between us, reminding me of the deep impact she had on my life."Forget it. You probably don't even stand a chance with her," Mateo said, his voice laced with skepticism, as if trying to shake me from my reverie and bring me back to reality, but his words only fueled the fire of my determination."You've lost it man, all that charm. You don't stand a chance with a beauty like that." That was it, Mateo was playing with fire. "Are you doubting me?" I asked him, a mix of annoyance and challenge in my voice.He shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze unwavering, and replied, "Are you doubting yourself?" His words cut deeper than I expected, forcing me to confront the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface."Fine, let's make a deal," I declared, adrenaline surging through m
Ciara Mendes Martha Haynes was not only a stunning woman but also radiated an extraordinary warmth that captivated everyone around her. As Micah and I stepped into their magnificent mansion, I was struck by the exquisite decor that surrounded us—a reflection of Martha's impeccable taste. Having interviewed numerous celebrities in their homes, I had come to expect nothing less than exceptional elegance, and this was certainly no exception."My husband should be here any minute. Unfortunately, my eldest son is out of town, but Richard is waiting for us in the living room, and Gio is getting ready," she explained as we made our way toward the living room, where the interview for the magazine article would take place."That's perfectly fine, Mrs. Haynes. We'll just set everything up while we wait," I informed her."Thank you, dear! I really appreciate that," she said with a warm smile. "I love your eyes. Do both of your parents have the same eye color?" she inquired, admiring my