[Heather] "I'm hungry. Let's have lunch first," Charity suggested while looking at the row of restaurants on the side of the road. "Don't you have an appointment this afternoon?" I asked, not taking offense to her deliberately diverting the conversation. I knew she must have a reason for doing so. "No, I don't. That's why I can accompany you," she replied. She gestured to enter the parking lot of a restaurant to his driver. A waiter greeted us and escorted us to an empty table. After taking our order, he left our table. "It's nice to eat with you again," she cheerfully exclaimed. I smiled at that. "I know you did this on purpose." I looked around us. "Are you worried about someone overhearing, or is there bad news?" "Not both. I trust my driver and bodyguard. They may hear our conversation. The thing is, my friends can't give me any news yet. They need to confirm something so they don't appear to be slandering people," she murmured. I nodded in understanding. Even the police ha
I closed the door to my office again and walked towards the front room. Faye stood up, but I shook my head slowly. I didn't come out of my room to talk to her. I approached one of the employees who was making a bouquet. "Was there a delivery error that caused the customer to return the order?" I asked the woman. She frowned. "What do you mean, ma'am? All orders and deliveries for today went smoothly. There was no problem at all." She smiled. "We even had to take out a lot of stock in the warehouse because of mounting orders." Seeing her smile meaningfully, I squinted my eyes. "What do you mean?" "Have you seen your office yet?" she asked curiously. "You mean all those flowers in the room aren't returned orders?" I stared at her in disbelief. She shook her head slowly. "They're for you from an admire." My mouth hung open as I looked around my office again. All those flowers on the sofa and carpet were sent to me by a fan? What admire? I hadn't even started my modeling career yet.
"You need to trust your partner, Heather. How do you know you'll look the same before we even start?" He nodded to the man holding a camera. "Shall we?"I skeptically stared at him. We just met, and he asked me to trust him. Unbelievable. I came here hoping he meant what he said when we first met. I wanted to know what potential he was referring to.If he was honest and could prove it, then I would use this way to show everyone that my weaknesses could become my strengths. I would strive to become famous so that many media outlets would invite me for interviews.That way, my family would see that I was not a disgrace or a curse. My relatives would regret having ignored and insulted me all these years. Everyone who hurt me would see me rise higher than ever, Blaze included."Please sit here," said a woman, pointing to a stool in the corner of the room. "I will direct your style, but for starters, I want you to pose however you want."Since this wasn't my forte, it wasn't easy to pose i
I clenched my fists and turned to Blaze in annoyance. But he just casually extended his hand to assist me out of the car. I refused and did so without his help. When we arrived at the apartment, a pleasant smell welcomed us. But my emotions were still running high. I couldn't let him keep trying to control my life. Everyone knew we were divorced, and I wanted to keep it that way. "Why did you do that? Who else knows about this?" I said irritably. "Sit down. You're hungry. That's why you're angry." He sat down casually on the dining chair. "I asked the chef to heat this dish before we arrived." "Do you realize what you're doing? If my family finds out, and the public, they'll insult me even more than they already have," I explained. "I only told James and Kyle because they often interact with you. Hannah doesn't know about our relationship. You won't see each other frequently." He placed a spoonful of mashed potato into his mouth. "I don't believe it." I crossed my arms over my ch
Unprepared for the attack, I was pushed to the right, causing the door to open wider. I held on to the door knob to prevent myself from falling. It was a good thing I rarely wore heels to work. "Hey, what are you doing!?" screeched Faye, who immediately approached me. "Who are you to do this!? What did Heather do to you!?" "Miss Bailey, are you okay?" asked Sasha, who came later and stood between me and my attacker. "Sorry, I didn't do my job properly." I turned to my left side to see who dared to slap me in my office. I gave her a sharp look once I recognized the person. She stood staring at me with tight lips, holding back anger. What was the reason this time to hurt me? "Not satisfied with embarrassing me at the late Mr. Smith's house, ruining my name with stale news, you come to my office to slap me. Do you think you'll be free forever by continuing to hurt me like this?" I said boldly. "You scammer," she growled. "You teamed up with that bastard to ruin my marriage. It turns
[Blaze]Virgil didn't disappoint a second time by giving me a better proposal. He changed the things I protested, even going into more detail than expected. That was his proposal that I knew.I didn't send it to Patrick via email or special courier. I came directly to his office. His secretary welcomed me and Kyle cordially and then escorted us to the luxurious office of the CEO of Johnson & Son Corporation."I told you not to come, Blaze. Just send it by courier. I know you have a lot of work." Patrick approached as I entered and extended his hand."You are one of my priority clients. So, this is a service I must provide." I shook his hand for a moment. I wasn't surprised that his daughter was also in the room."It's an honor, Blaze. I understand better why my father insisted on using your company." She extended her hand, but I just nodded."You must be busy. Can we start now?" I asked Patrick.The man glanced at his daughter before replying, "Sure. Have a seat."The father and daugh
Heather didn't share what she'd been doing all day or what had happened to her. She wasn't obligated to report everything to me because I wasn't the husband who had been there for her.But I was aware of her movements through people stalking her or the surveillance cameras of her shop that my friend hacked for me. I didn't want to fail to protect her anymore. What Cullen did was enough to jolt me out of my slumber."Your boss calls you the second-best person he has. What happened this afternoon? was that what you call the job of a personal bodyguard?" I asked.She bowed her head, not answering my question. This woman's monthly services are costly, and her expertise only extends to this. Did my friend not choose the wrong person?"I asked you a question," I stated."I'm sorry, sir," she replied. "I only answer to Miss Bailey. She is my superior.""Do you think she can afford to pay for your services in full out of her pocket?""You mean—""Even if I don't pay you, as her husband, I hav
[Heather]At first, I wasn't fond of the idea and how he brought me to this place. But after eating good food, bathing in the warm shower, and enjoying the cool air in the middle of the lake, I changed my mind.I couldn't remember the last time I took a vacation. All I'd done since being kicked out of my house was work until late at night. It wasn't until the last month that I could relax a little because the shop was running steadily. Sales went up and down, but I still made a daily profit.The rain made our journey back to the shore difficult. Blaze started the engine so we could get to lakeside faster. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw his cold face turn into panic. It was an expression I rarely saw.But when we got off the boat and saw that our surroundings were wet with rainwater, I stopped. Why did we have to avoid the rain? We were on vacation. We had nothing to catch up on, so we had to eat on time. Besides, my clothes were wet. That could be our only chance to enjoy getting