TRAVIS
I had been stuck on the road for nearly an hour because of heavy traffic. There had been an accident up ahead, and the authorities were still clearing out the vehicles. My patience was already running thin, and I had lost count of how many times I cursed in irritation. Zarina Jones was waiting for me at the hotel. She was my flavor of the month—a famous actress known for starring in wholesome movies and dramas. In reality, her behavior was the complete opposite. She was wild in bed, which was why, even after two weeks of flirting, I hadn’t ended things with her yet. Zarina was my distraction from the woman who had been haunting my thoughts for days. The woman's face in the bakeshop stuck with me like glue, and damn! I totally hate it! To cool my frustration, I rolled down my car window and lit a cigarette. A slight tug on my arm startled me just as I began to relax. It was the street children, begging for money to eat. “Mister, could you spare some coins? We just need money for food,” the kid said. I frowned at the request. I never gave money to beggars. Supporting them felt like encouraging laziness. They were a shame to our country, Olivara and the city of Oakdale. "Go away. I don't have money," I said irritably, waving my hand dismissively as if swatting a fly. “You have a fancy car. That’s hard to believe,” the kid replied with surprising boldness. “You’re really pushing your luck!” I snapped, about to send them off with harsher words when someone across the street caught my eye. It was her—the woman from the bakeshop. She was carrying a grocery bag and seemed to be waiting for a bus. She looked absolutely divine in her floral dress that hugged her upper body and layered with a light blue cardigan. Her hair was tied in a half-ponytail and hung down to her waist. Even from this distance, her natural rosy lips and cheeks stood out. "You know what, that beautiful lady gave us money, but you, who look much wealthier, won't," the kid said again, noticing where my attention had shifted. “Shut up!" I hissed at him. “Do you know she gives us money every time she passes by here?” “And what does that have to do with me?” “You should do the same.” I was about to yell at the kid when I realized the woman was now looking in our direction. Her gaze seemed disapproving, probably at the way I was frowning at the kids. I shouldn’t care what she thought of me. Her opinion shouldn’t matter. And yet, I found myself pulling out some bills from my wallet—an amount I didn’t even bother counting—and handing them to the kids. “Be good, okay? Enjoy your food!” I said in a tone that felt uncharacteristically kind. I wanted to punch myself for acting this way. This wasn’t me. I didn’t care what others thought of me. So why was I suddenly concerned about making a good first impression on her? “Thank you, Uncle!” the kids chorused, running off excitedly while arguing over how to split the money. I exhaled heavily while watching them cross the street. It was unbelievable that I showed them kindness. When did I become a saint? “Get a grip, Holy Travis,” I muttered sarcastically, taking another puff from my cigarette. I clenched my jaw, trying to resist the urge to glance at the woman's direction. But my resolve crumbled, I followed what my heart dictated to me. I glanced her way. Whoa! Wait. Did I just think about my heart dictating something? When did I start using those words? What the hell was happening to me? Why was I acting this way over a woman whose name I didn’t even know? I forced myself to focus on smoking, hoping it would keep me distracted. But it was useless. The urge to glance at her was too strong. When I looked at her again, I noticed that two men had approached her. She moved away, but they followed. They eventually grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark alley. Didn’t she know how dangerous this area was, especially for someone as strikingly beautiful as her? This street was notorious for being a gangster haven. Graffiti covering every wall and danger lurking every corner. “Damn it!” I cursed under my breath while stepping out of my car. I should have stayed out of this trouble. But I couldn’t let stand the thought of her being harassed by those gangsters. So, I crossed the street, knowing full well the risks. The men might have weapons that could jeopardize my safety. Normally, I wouldn’t risk and play the hero. I doubt if I would even bother calling the police. But this woman—the pastry lady, as I now called her—made me do the unthinkable. She was no longer in sight as I reached the dark alley. But I heard the sounds of a struggle echoing from a few meters away. Following the noise, I turned at the left corner and froze in shock. The pastry lady was throwing the two men around like they were rag dolls. How could someone so petite manage that? She was clearly trained in martial arts. “You bitch!” one of the men yelled, charging at her. Her gaze flicked to me for a split second, breaking her focus. That momentary distraction caused the man to close the distance between them. Before he could punch her, I lunged forward and grabbed his hand. With what I did, he turned on me instead. He landed a heavy blow near my jaw that sent me flying into a trash can. I winced in pain as the hard metal hit my head. My vision became blurry, and I struggled to get back on my feet. Feeling weak, I just watched the man pick up a knife from the ground and advance toward me. He was about to stab me when the pastry lady struck him on the head with a piece of wood. It caused him to collapse on the floor, unconscious. "A- Are you okay?" She asked, rushing to my side. “I’m fine,” I replied, trying to stand despite the throbbing pain as I didn’t want her to think I was weak. "No, you are not—" her words hung in the air as she looked at me, horrified.“You’re bleeding!” Only then did I notice the blood dripping from my nose. “This is nothing,” I said dismissively. “Come on,” she insisted. “My bakeshop is nearby. Let’s treat your wound. We need to leave before those men wake up.” Secretly, a smile appeared on my lips as I allowed her to drag me out of the alley. This might have been the start of something—the process through which we got to know each other. I didn’t even care about leaving my car behind. I could call my assistant to retrieve it later.TRAVIS MOORE Behind the bakeshop stood the pastry lady's house—a small but cozy space. It wasn’t fancy, just a few appliances, but it was neat and had a warm feel. Furthermore, the white walls and wooden decor created a welcoming atmosphere."You have a nice place," I complimented, glancing around the living room."Thank you. Please, have a seat," she offered, lighting a scented candle near some picture frames."Do you live here alone?"Even though she had her back to me, I could still see how she froze before she answered yes. It took her a few seconds to move again, flipping the picture frame face down.From the quick glimpse I caught, it seemed to be a family photo. I couldn't see their faces clearly because of the distance and she was blocking it.It felt… odd. Like she didn’t want me to see it. Or maybe I was just overthinking. Perhaps she only moved it to keep it away from the candle."Anyway, do you like a drink?" she asked, blowing the match.For a moment, I forgot to breath
BIANCA LEWISThe wind chimes made a soft sound, indicating someone had entered my pastry shop. I quickly stepped out of the kitchen, ready to greet my customer. However my words got caught in my throat when I saw who it was.“Oh, hi,” Travis Moore greeted me casually. He barely spared me a glance before shifting his attention to the cake display.“Hello. Are you here to buy a cake?”“Yes, for my niece.”Liar. The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece? I knew exactly what he was doing—this was just an excuse to get close to me. But I wasn’t complaining. Fate seemed to be working in my favor without me doing anything. I had thought it would be difficult to attract Travis Moore, but it turned out everything was falling into place much easier than I had expected.“What does she like?” I asked.“Strawberry.”“I’m sorry but we’re out of strawberry cake."“How about red velvet?”“Also sold out.”He ran a hand over his nape, “Alright, just pac
BIANCA LEWIS From a far corner of the event hall, I secretly watched Travis Moore. His face was partially hidden behind a phantom mask, but still his magnetic charm was impossible to ignore. A crowd of glamorous women surrounded him. Each one hoped to catch his attention—including my stepsister, Kitty. It was her birthday party. A masquerade ball theme. A smirk formed on my lips as I noticed how funny she froze when she saw me. After regaining her composure, she marched towards me. "What are you doing here?! You’re not invited to my birthday!" she hissed in annoyance. Kitty looked stunning tonight, but I could still sense her insecurity. And I knew exactly why. No matter how expensive her dress was. Or no matter how much effort she put into looking perfect, she still couldn’t outshine me. I had barely arrived, and yet, eyes were already drawn to me—even with my face hidden behind a masquerade mask. "Our dad invited me," I replied casually, sipping my wine. "Lower y
BIANCA LEWIS 10 YEARS AGO(YEAR 2014)With about thirty minutes until my mother's shift ended, I sat on a bench near the Moore Innovation Empire building. I was waiting for her because we had planned to go to the hospital together. My sister had been confined there due to a worsening heart condition.While looking around, a black luxury car caught my attention. Intrigued, I wondered who might step out. I pictured an elegant woman in a designer dress and flawless makeup, like a character from a drama. But when the door opened, I was caught completely off guard. "Travis Moore..." I whispered in disbelief, recognizing the heir to the Moore Innovation Empire. I knew him because we both attended the same university. He was four years older than me, so he graduated first. He was very popular at Brook Summit University, not only because he was rich but also because he was incredibly handsome. Girls swooned over him, especially when he played football. There was even a time when a game
BIANCA LEWIS "Are you sure about this, Bianca?" Aunt Lucinda asked worriedly, her voice trembling as she gripped my hand tightly. We were in a room prepared for us by Jack Brown, a notorious loan shark. Tonight, he intended to take my virginity in exchange for a large sum of money—money that I desperately needed to cover my sister Belle's heart surgery. This was the only way I could think of to save her life. Jack also promised to provide for all of my needs and make me his queen, but only if I agreed to be his woman. Belle’s surgery had been canceled after the Moore Innovation Empire reclaimed the funds my mother had stolen. With time running out, turning to charity or the government for help was no longer an option. Besides, who would help us when our family’s name was now labeled as thieves? "This is the only way, Aunt Lucinda," I said with a hollow voice. My chest tightened from pain, but I couldn't cry. I was afraid that Jack would be pissed if I ruined my makeup Without
TRAVIS MOORE PRESENT"Cheers!"I raised my glass of fine wine, watching as my friends placed the keys to their new luxury cars on the table, one by one. Each vehicle was worth no less than five million dollars.After countless losses, they still hadn't learned their lesson. I couldn't understand why they kept challenging me. Did they not realize they were betting against the devil when it came to car racing?A smirk tugged at my lips as I glanced at their defeated faces. To ease their embarrassment, I poured wine into their glasses myself. After the race, we went straight to Harvey’s high-end bar to celebrate—or, in their case, drown their losses in alcohol."You, Daredevil! Mark my words. Next week, I will beat you," Luke declared.Luke was the most competitive member of our group, someone who couldn't stand losing. He wouldn't stop until he won.The stakes had grown higher than mere fun; now, it was a battle of egos and wealth. None of us cared about the money lost on foolish bets
BIANCA LEWISThe wind chimes made a soft sound, indicating someone had entered my pastry shop. I quickly stepped out of the kitchen, ready to greet my customer. However my words got caught in my throat when I saw who it was.“Oh, hi,” Travis Moore greeted me casually. He barely spared me a glance before shifting his attention to the cake display.“Hello. Are you here to buy a cake?”“Yes, for my niece.”Liar. The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece? I knew exactly what he was doing—this was just an excuse to get close to me. But I wasn’t complaining. Fate seemed to be working in my favor without me doing anything. I had thought it would be difficult to attract Travis Moore, but it turned out everything was falling into place much easier than I had expected.“What does she like?” I asked.“Strawberry.”“I’m sorry but we’re out of strawberry cake."“How about red velvet?”“Also sold out.”He ran a hand over his nape, “Alright, just pac
TRAVIS MOORE Behind the bakeshop stood the pastry lady's house—a small but cozy space. It wasn’t fancy, just a few appliances, but it was neat and had a warm feel. Furthermore, the white walls and wooden decor created a welcoming atmosphere."You have a nice place," I complimented, glancing around the living room."Thank you. Please, have a seat," she offered, lighting a scented candle near some picture frames."Do you live here alone?"Even though she had her back to me, I could still see how she froze before she answered yes. It took her a few seconds to move again, flipping the picture frame face down.From the quick glimpse I caught, it seemed to be a family photo. I couldn't see their faces clearly because of the distance and she was blocking it.It felt… odd. Like she didn’t want me to see it. Or maybe I was just overthinking. Perhaps she only moved it to keep it away from the candle."Anyway, do you like a drink?" she asked, blowing the match.For a moment, I forgot to breath
TRAVISI had been stuck on the road for nearly an hour because of heavy traffic. There had been an accident up ahead, and the authorities were still clearing out the vehicles. My patience was already running thin, and I had lost count of how many times I cursed in irritation.Zarina Jones was waiting for me at the hotel. She was my flavor of the month—a famous actress known for starring in wholesome movies and dramas. In reality, her behavior was the complete opposite. She was wild in bed, which was why, even after two weeks of flirting, I hadn’t ended things with her yet.Zarina was my distraction from the woman who had been haunting my thoughts for days. The woman's face in the bakeshop stuck with me like glue, and damn! I totally hate it!To cool my frustration, I rolled down my car window and lit a cigarette. A slight tug on my arm startled me just as I began to relax. It was the street children, begging for money to eat. “Mister, could you spare some coins? We just need money
TRAVIS MOORE PRESENT"Cheers!"I raised my glass of fine wine, watching as my friends placed the keys to their new luxury cars on the table, one by one. Each vehicle was worth no less than five million dollars.After countless losses, they still hadn't learned their lesson. I couldn't understand why they kept challenging me. Did they not realize they were betting against the devil when it came to car racing?A smirk tugged at my lips as I glanced at their defeated faces. To ease their embarrassment, I poured wine into their glasses myself. After the race, we went straight to Harvey’s high-end bar to celebrate—or, in their case, drown their losses in alcohol."You, Daredevil! Mark my words. Next week, I will beat you," Luke declared.Luke was the most competitive member of our group, someone who couldn't stand losing. He wouldn't stop until he won.The stakes had grown higher than mere fun; now, it was a battle of egos and wealth. None of us cared about the money lost on foolish bets
BIANCA LEWIS "Are you sure about this, Bianca?" Aunt Lucinda asked worriedly, her voice trembling as she gripped my hand tightly. We were in a room prepared for us by Jack Brown, a notorious loan shark. Tonight, he intended to take my virginity in exchange for a large sum of money—money that I desperately needed to cover my sister Belle's heart surgery. This was the only way I could think of to save her life. Jack also promised to provide for all of my needs and make me his queen, but only if I agreed to be his woman. Belle’s surgery had been canceled after the Moore Innovation Empire reclaimed the funds my mother had stolen. With time running out, turning to charity or the government for help was no longer an option. Besides, who would help us when our family’s name was now labeled as thieves? "This is the only way, Aunt Lucinda," I said with a hollow voice. My chest tightened from pain, but I couldn't cry. I was afraid that Jack would be pissed if I ruined my makeup Without
BIANCA LEWIS 10 YEARS AGO(YEAR 2014)With about thirty minutes until my mother's shift ended, I sat on a bench near the Moore Innovation Empire building. I was waiting for her because we had planned to go to the hospital together. My sister had been confined there due to a worsening heart condition.While looking around, a black luxury car caught my attention. Intrigued, I wondered who might step out. I pictured an elegant woman in a designer dress and flawless makeup, like a character from a drama. But when the door opened, I was caught completely off guard. "Travis Moore..." I whispered in disbelief, recognizing the heir to the Moore Innovation Empire. I knew him because we both attended the same university. He was four years older than me, so he graduated first. He was very popular at Brook Summit University, not only because he was rich but also because he was incredibly handsome. Girls swooned over him, especially when he played football. There was even a time when a game
BIANCA LEWIS From a far corner of the event hall, I secretly watched Travis Moore. His face was partially hidden behind a phantom mask, but still his magnetic charm was impossible to ignore. A crowd of glamorous women surrounded him. Each one hoped to catch his attention—including my stepsister, Kitty. It was her birthday party. A masquerade ball theme. A smirk formed on my lips as I noticed how funny she froze when she saw me. After regaining her composure, she marched towards me. "What are you doing here?! You’re not invited to my birthday!" she hissed in annoyance. Kitty looked stunning tonight, but I could still sense her insecurity. And I knew exactly why. No matter how expensive her dress was. Or no matter how much effort she put into looking perfect, she still couldn’t outshine me. I had barely arrived, and yet, eyes were already drawn to me—even with my face hidden behind a masquerade mask. "Our dad invited me," I replied casually, sipping my wine. "Lower y