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 breathe when she turned to face me. It was as if the world around us dimmed, drawing me into a space where nothing else existed but her. Her expression was unreadable and blank, yet I felt this strange pull toward her—an urge to close the gap between us. Any other woman would’ve already melted under my gaze, but not her. She didn’t even seem interested. No admiration in her eyes at all. And that bruised my ego—badly. "No need," I said, leaning back in my chair, trying to regain control. "Alright. Then, I’ll just get an ointment." "Okay." She went into her bedroom. And few minutes later, she emerged with a first-aid kit. When she sat beside me, I breathed in her alluring scent, igniting the fire in my body. It was soft, sweet and subtle—something far from a luxury brands. But it made her even more irresistible. God help me. I might lose control. She gently dabbed ointment on the side of my lips. It was so light that it felt like butterfly wings brushing against my skin. I shouldn’t stare—afraid that I might do something I shouldn’t—but my gaze had a mind of its own, drifting down to her lips. They were as red as an apple. Tempting. Too damn tempting. "What’s wrong?" she asked. "H-huh?" "You just let out a deep sigh." Did I? I hadn’t even noticed. Damn, was I really this distracted? "Nothing. Just thinking," I said casually, trying to sound unaffected. I straightened my posture as I spoke again. "I think I don't need to introduce myself because you know me. Now can I have your name lady?" "What makes you think that I know you?" "I know you are that beautiful masquerade lady on Kitty's birthday." "Bianca," she said, not bothering for a handshake. "Now, I finally got your name." I felt an odd sense of disappointment. Most women lit up when they realized they were speaking to a billionaire. But her? Nothing. "By the way, thanks again for helping me," she said, standing up. She excused herself and went to the kitchen. Only a small bookshelf separated the kitchen from the living room. So, I could still hear her as she continued to speak. "If you had not shown up, they might have done something horrible to me." "Did I really help, though?" I smirked. She chuckled. "Yes, at least you distracted them." I leaned forward, intrigued. "Do you know martial arts? How did you throw those two guys like that?" "Yeah. I did taekwondo in high school." "I see." "Here, have some drink," she offered, returning with a glass of orange juice. She was about to hand it to me when her foot caught on the carpet. In a last-second attempt to avoid spilling it on me, she twisted her body—and ended up drenching herself instead. "Are you okay?" I rushed to her side, offering my handkerchief. "Yeah, I’m fine," she muttered, brushing at her damp clothes. "You need to—" My words got caught in my throat when I realized something. The juice had completely soaked her dress. Then thin fabric clinging to every curve of her body. Worse—her undergarments were now slightly visible beneath the wet material. I swallowed hard. With her porcelain skin, her perfect figure… Damn. I had no idea how long I stood frozen. My trance only broke when she snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Y-yeah. I think I need to go," I stammered, forcing myself to act normal. Yes, I needed to leave. Immediately! I never expected her to affect me this much by doing nothing. Was she bewitching me? Women were the ones who got flustered around me—not the other way around. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way! 'Don’t forget—your best friend likes her, Travis!' I reminded myself. She followed me to the door as I hurried out. "Take care. And thanks again for saving me," she said. "You're welcome. Now go back inside before you catch a cold," I responded, keeping my gaze averted. If I looked at her again, I might lose control and push her against the door, kissing her senselessly. "Wait, I’ll just change. I’ll walk you to the bus stop." "No need. I remember the way. It’s only a few blocks from here." "Alright. Take care, then." "You too." I hesitated for a moment before finally walking away. Oddly enough, there was this strange feeling of reluctance. A part of me didn’t want to leave. But if I stayed, I might end up doing something reckless. And I didn’t want that to happen. A few turns later, I finally reached the main road. I headed straight for my car. Luckily, I had forgotten to call my assistant earlier to pick it up. The traffic had eased up now that the earlier congestion had been cleared. Fortunately, my car was parked at the side, so it hadn’t caused any obstructions. The heat in my body still hadn’t died down. I needed to release it. More than that, I needed to erase the image of Bianca’s perfect face and body from my mind. So, I sped all the way to Zarina’s condo.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
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
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