BIANCA LEWIS
The 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 pack up everything you have left.” “Are you serious?” “Yes,” he said nonchalantly before sitting down at one of the tables set up for customers who wanted coffee and smoothies. “And a coffee, please.” “Okay.” I headed back to the kitchen and started making his coffee. I rarely did this myself, but I wanted to impress him, so I carefully crafted a latte art design—a delicate leaf pattern. If it weren’t for the hatred in my heart, I would’ve been over the moon knowing that Travis Moore was sitting inside my pastry shop. Back in college, there was one particular encounter that made me fall for him. But I must have been too insignificant for him to remember that moment. Even without my masquerade mask, there was no recognition in his eyes. He didn’t remember that I was the college girl who had once knelt before him and his father, begging for mercy. My mother had died in the most painful way, and that past left a deep scar in my heart. Any admiration I once had for him was long gone, replaced by a burning hatred. Forcing a smile, I walked back to him with the tray. I made sure my expression remained pleasant. "Here's your coffee, sir," I said, placing the cup on the table. "Sir?" he repeated. “Yes, I call all my customers ‘sir.’” “Am I just a customer to you?” he asked, clearly taken aback. “Aren't you?” I asked innocently. He was stunned with what I said. Probably, he realized that last night was our first formal meeting and that I had not shown any interest in him. There was no reason for him to assume he was special. Billionaire or not, he was nothing to me. This would be a good lesson for him. Not every woman could be easily swayed by his charm. “This is the first time I’ve ever been embarrassed like this,” he muttered under his breath. A smirk formed my lips secretly as I heard him clearly. “I’ll pack up your cakes now," I said, walking away from him. In the counter, I crouched down to grab a box from under. But there were none left. With no other choice, I pulled a chair closer and climbed onto it to reach the extra boxes stored in the cabinet. “Whoa! What are you doing?!” Travis suddenly panicked and rushed toward me. “What if you fall, lady?! “Huh? It’s not like I’m doing parkour. Besides, I do this every day,” I said. “I’ll do it.” “No. You’re the customer. Go back to your table.” “Alright, but let me hold you.” "There's no need for that." When I tried to grab the boxes, my shirt stretched up, revealing my stomach. And I didn't expect him to hold me around my waist to keep me from falling. As our skin touched a jolt of electricity shot through me. I knew he felt it too because he suddenly stiffened. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. We were drawn into a moment—one that felt strangely intimate. Intimate? No, I shouldn't think of it! I couldn’t let myself forget about my mission. The man holding me now had a huge debt to pay! Snapping myself out of it, I grabbed the boxes quickly and climbed down. “Go back to your table. I’ll pack your cakes now,” I said firmly. Travis didn't leave right away. He was stunned, as if he were under some sort of spell. I even had to snap my fingers in front of his face to bring him back to reality. “I’m s-sorry. What were we talking about again?” He shook his head, looking flustered. “I told you to go back to your table.” “Right. Okay." As he returned to his table, he made me uncomfortable by staring at me the entire time. 'No, Bianca. You have to be in control. He should be the one affected, not you!' I scolded myself. I tried my best to stay focused with what I was doing. After I finished, I called him out and handed him the bill. “Here,” he said, giving me a wad of cash. “Keep the change.” “No. This is too much,” I said, my eyes widening when I counted the money. His total bill was only $168, but he had handed me ten $100 bills. “Keep it.” “No.” “Are you always this stubborn?” “I’m just being fair.” He sighed. “Fine. Think of it as an advance payment because I’ll be coming back tomorrow to buy more cakes.” “Why?” “What do you mean by why?” he asked back. “There are plenty of famous and high-end pastry shops out there. Why choose mine?” He didn’t answer right away. The way he rubbed the back of his neck made him look like a kid caught doing something mischievous. I never expected the powerful Travis Moore to have such an awkward side. “Is there anything wrong with buying from your shop?” he finally said. “Really? My shop, which is in the middle of a squatter area?” “I think that’s none of your business,” he replied, grabbing the boxes of cakes. But he quickly realized he couldn’t carry them all. He turned to me with a frown. “Oh! I’m sorry!” I said, grabbing some of the boxes from him and following him to his car. “Expect me tomorrow,” he announced after we loaded everything inside his car trunk. “Okay,” I replied, watching as he got into his car and drove away.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
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
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