Rhysand's POVThe couple's happiness was palpable, but I couldn't let it get to me. Not when my supposed stepsister was the same person who had refused to crawl out of my skin since the first day she managed to crawl in.I knew I looked like a dickhead who didn't want his father's happiness but I wouldn't let him make a mistake. "Playing hard to get I see." The annoyingly familiar voice called from behind.I turned around, took her in but didn't acknowledge her presence. "Look, I just came to tell you that you're being childish. Our parents need this. They really seem to be in love with each other. The least we can do is support them." She spoke with a soft tone that made me cringe. She always gave off confidence and an unbreakable spirit. Seeing her vulnerable was alien to me, and it almost made me cringe."If you're doing this to get my father's money or have him help your career, it will not work. I must tell you, my father is smart and calculated…" she exhaled loudly before I c
Bridgette's POVI glanced at the pile of documents on my desk with a frown. The amount of work I met was ginormous and I had only one person to blame for it; Rhysand Warner.I got to work, checking the hard-copy documents and matching their information with the one on my computer. It was not my work to do, but my secretary informed me that Rhys had his secretary bring them in and he specified that he wanted me to do it."That piece of... shit." I exclaimed when I discovered that he'd given me the files of all the other departments to vet. "Is he out of his mind? He thinks I have nothing to do with my time?" I voiced to myself, visibly pissed by the treatment. Just then, my secretary walked into my office."Miss Bridgette, Mr. Rhys is asking for you. He's in his office." I sighed as I breathed to calm myself so I don't lose my mind."Did he say why?" I asked my secretary who had a sorry expression on her face."He said something about messing up some documents." I nodded to her words
Bridgette's POV "I'm getting married, Bridgette." My mother's sharp voice pierced the air as she walked into the room, her lips in a tight smile. The glass of scotch I’d been holding for a while slipped from my fingers as waves of shock spasmed through my body. That's impossible. “You don't mean it.” I chuckled, staring at the mess beneath my feet, the amber liquid slowly slipping away. “You can't tell me you're getting married.” Her tone softened. “I really am, Bridgette.” The brutal truth was like ice water splashed hard on my face. I shook my head, my eyes twitching as I refused to accept her words. “You're not getting married.”“Bridgette!” I pushed myself off the couch, almost bruising my feet with the broken shards of glass on the marble tiles. “I thought we already settled this.” I yelled harshly. “You promised me you were never doing this again. You made me believe you.” "Why do you have to be so selfish, Bridgette?” Her raspy voice made my throat tighten. “Haven't I su
Bridgette's POV The cold wind caressed my face as I stepped out, hugging my blazer around my frail body. My eyes brimmed with unshed tears as I watched a couple walk over with their daughter. Her face was brimming with smiles, but me? I rarely smiled when I was her age. "Ring..." The familiar sound snapped me out of my reverie and dragged me back to reality. Staring at the lit up screen of my phone, an exasperated sigh escaped my lips at the familiar name glaring back at me. I swiped up, and the frantic voice of my assistant filled the line almost immediately. "Hello Miss Bridgette, are you there?" "Yes, Jennie. What's the matter? It's past work hours.” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair as I sensed the urgency in her tone. "The CEO is in the office. His assistant seemed to have dropped a message to inform us about his presence, but—” "But? Stop acting like you're in a heist." I retorted, my patience thinning."We didn't get the notice.” She sighed. “Now, he's t
Bridgette’s POv"Bridgette.” A low, raspy voice shook me out of my core, mercilessly dragging me back to reality. "I suppose you know you're staring at me like a prey you can't wait to hunt.” Rhysand said, making me ruffle my hands through my hair."Bold of you to think that I'd even look in your way, Mr Rhysand.” I muttered in a barely audible voice, but from the look on his face, he heard my statement. “I'm still your boss, Bridgette.” He said firmly, his lips stretching into smirk. “ And I can fire you at my whim and want.” "You've said that so many times, Mr. CEO, and I'd be an idiot if I didn't know that cliche line of yours to the end.” I cut in, staring lazily at the document I picked up."After this, I'll make sure the termination letter is what you get on that table of yours." He refuted, and I shrugged, getting up slowly. “If you're going to do that after this meeting, why don't I do it first? I'm quitting Mr. Rhysand.” I slammed the document in my hand on the table. Rh
RHYSAND'S POVMy jaw tightened as Bridgette walked away, reveling in the complement of the presentation that she had just done."Mr. Rhysand," My secretary called, turning to me with her head still bowed down."What is the matter?" I asked, glaring at her.“I came to tell you that the meeting you've scheduled with your father is in fifteen minutes, the car is ready, and...""You're fired.” I coldly cut her words short."S—sir?" She stuttered, her lips trembling at my words."You heard me, you are fired." I repeated, walking away to the elevator."I'm really sorry, Mr. Rhys, but...""Rhysand." I corrected."Yes, Mr. Rhysand, but you cannot fire me. I need this job.” She blurted out, her sharp heels striking the tiles brutally. God, I hate that sound. "Is that supposed to be a request or an order?" I said, turning back to her already pale face."It—it is not what you think.” She shook her head repeatedly, her face blank. “ I'm just saying I'm the only daughter of my mother, and we...
RHYSAND'S POV "Ring..." The sudden buzz of my phone against the nightstand startled me to consciousness."Who the fuck has the guts to call this ear—" I barely completed it as I saw the three letters reflecting on my phone's screen."What do you want Mr. Warner?” I asked, gruffly pulling the sheets off my body."Is that a good way to greet your father? And what's with the formalities?" He asked, making me pinch the bridge of my nose. "You're calling me by 5am in the morning, and you want me to address you informally? It's not like you have a business for me.” I retorted, listening to the sound of his hiss over the phone. "Well, I got the news that you fired your secretary and that is not my business, but I've been trying to reach you for the past three days now, which has proven futile.” "It'd have been better if it remained that way," I mumbled incoherently."Whatever," He said, clearing his throat before starting again."Well, I need you to be available by 9pm today,""Why?" I c
BRIDGETTE'S POV I sat at the dark polished table, the silverware perfectly aligned, and the scent of roasted duck and wine filled the air. My mother, despite throwing anxious glances towards me, I could not deny how beautifully glowing she looked in the champagne-colored dress that we almost seemed tailored just for her.A shocking thought crossed through my mind, how long had it been since I'd seen her look this good? Yes, she did dress up once in a while, but never had I seen her skin look so radiant and her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place whenever she looked sideways. My eyes followed her gaze, flickered towards the older man sitting beside her, tall, silver-haired a dashing face and an even striking name to booth—Aaron Warner, Founder and ex-CEO of A.R.W the second largest company that dealt with anything and everything, from tech to fashion, ARW was your to go and Aaron had single-handedly created that company from scratch.Despite his age, his features remaine
Bridgette's POVI glanced at the pile of documents on my desk with a frown. The amount of work I met was ginormous and I had only one person to blame for it; Rhysand Warner.I got to work, checking the hard-copy documents and matching their information with the one on my computer. It was not my work to do, but my secretary informed me that Rhys had his secretary bring them in and he specified that he wanted me to do it."That piece of... shit." I exclaimed when I discovered that he'd given me the files of all the other departments to vet. "Is he out of his mind? He thinks I have nothing to do with my time?" I voiced to myself, visibly pissed by the treatment. Just then, my secretary walked into my office."Miss Bridgette, Mr. Rhys is asking for you. He's in his office." I sighed as I breathed to calm myself so I don't lose my mind."Did he say why?" I asked my secretary who had a sorry expression on her face."He said something about messing up some documents." I nodded to her words
Rhysand's POVThe couple's happiness was palpable, but I couldn't let it get to me. Not when my supposed stepsister was the same person who had refused to crawl out of my skin since the first day she managed to crawl in.I knew I looked like a dickhead who didn't want his father's happiness but I wouldn't let him make a mistake. "Playing hard to get I see." The annoyingly familiar voice called from behind.I turned around, took her in but didn't acknowledge her presence. "Look, I just came to tell you that you're being childish. Our parents need this. They really seem to be in love with each other. The least we can do is support them." She spoke with a soft tone that made me cringe. She always gave off confidence and an unbreakable spirit. Seeing her vulnerable was alien to me, and it almost made me cringe."If you're doing this to get my father's money or have him help your career, it will not work. I must tell you, my father is smart and calculated…" she exhaled loudly before I c
BRIDGETTE'S POV “This is truly unbecoming of you!” Aaron continued, his voice leaving no room for arguments, “You are the CEO of ARW…”For one brief second, I felt a wicked sense of satisfaction, dripping down my spine, as I watched Aaron scold his oh-so-perfect son like a child. It felt so good, almost poetic. I took great joy in his clenched jaw and flushed face, as he stood there not being able to retaliate. How I wished I could take a picture, maybe ten, so I never forgot this moment. My wicked thoughts were cut short.“Bridgette,” my mother’s voice sliced through, sharp and disappointing “That’s enough from you two.”I blinked. “What?” glancing back, I caught sight of Ryhsand's vicious gaze soaked in smugness, and I stepped towards my mother unwilling to let him hear her scold me. “This isn't my—”“I don't care whose fault it was, your actions were uncalled for.” she interrupted, her voice sharp and I shuffled on my feet.From the corner of my eyes, I watched Aaron walk toward
BRIDGETTE'S POV I sat at the dark polished table, the silverware perfectly aligned, and the scent of roasted duck and wine filled the air. My mother, despite throwing anxious glances towards me, I could not deny how beautifully glowing she looked in the champagne-colored dress that we almost seemed tailored just for her.A shocking thought crossed through my mind, how long had it been since I'd seen her look this good? Yes, she did dress up once in a while, but never had I seen her skin look so radiant and her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place whenever she looked sideways. My eyes followed her gaze, flickered towards the older man sitting beside her, tall, silver-haired a dashing face and an even striking name to booth—Aaron Warner, Founder and ex-CEO of A.R.W the second largest company that dealt with anything and everything, from tech to fashion, ARW was your to go and Aaron had single-handedly created that company from scratch.Despite his age, his features remaine
RHYSAND'S POV "Ring..." The sudden buzz of my phone against the nightstand startled me to consciousness."Who the fuck has the guts to call this ear—" I barely completed it as I saw the three letters reflecting on my phone's screen."What do you want Mr. Warner?” I asked, gruffly pulling the sheets off my body."Is that a good way to greet your father? And what's with the formalities?" He asked, making me pinch the bridge of my nose. "You're calling me by 5am in the morning, and you want me to address you informally? It's not like you have a business for me.” I retorted, listening to the sound of his hiss over the phone. "Well, I got the news that you fired your secretary and that is not my business, but I've been trying to reach you for the past three days now, which has proven futile.” "It'd have been better if it remained that way," I mumbled incoherently."Whatever," He said, clearing his throat before starting again."Well, I need you to be available by 9pm today,""Why?" I c
RHYSAND'S POVMy jaw tightened as Bridgette walked away, reveling in the complement of the presentation that she had just done."Mr. Rhysand," My secretary called, turning to me with her head still bowed down."What is the matter?" I asked, glaring at her.“I came to tell you that the meeting you've scheduled with your father is in fifteen minutes, the car is ready, and...""You're fired.” I coldly cut her words short."S—sir?" She stuttered, her lips trembling at my words."You heard me, you are fired." I repeated, walking away to the elevator."I'm really sorry, Mr. Rhys, but...""Rhysand." I corrected."Yes, Mr. Rhysand, but you cannot fire me. I need this job.” She blurted out, her sharp heels striking the tiles brutally. God, I hate that sound. "Is that supposed to be a request or an order?" I said, turning back to her already pale face."It—it is not what you think.” She shook her head repeatedly, her face blank. “ I'm just saying I'm the only daughter of my mother, and we...
Bridgette’s POv"Bridgette.” A low, raspy voice shook me out of my core, mercilessly dragging me back to reality. "I suppose you know you're staring at me like a prey you can't wait to hunt.” Rhysand said, making me ruffle my hands through my hair."Bold of you to think that I'd even look in your way, Mr Rhysand.” I muttered in a barely audible voice, but from the look on his face, he heard my statement. “I'm still your boss, Bridgette.” He said firmly, his lips stretching into smirk. “ And I can fire you at my whim and want.” "You've said that so many times, Mr. CEO, and I'd be an idiot if I didn't know that cliche line of yours to the end.” I cut in, staring lazily at the document I picked up."After this, I'll make sure the termination letter is what you get on that table of yours." He refuted, and I shrugged, getting up slowly. “If you're going to do that after this meeting, why don't I do it first? I'm quitting Mr. Rhysand.” I slammed the document in my hand on the table. Rh
Bridgette's POV The cold wind caressed my face as I stepped out, hugging my blazer around my frail body. My eyes brimmed with unshed tears as I watched a couple walk over with their daughter. Her face was brimming with smiles, but me? I rarely smiled when I was her age. "Ring..." The familiar sound snapped me out of my reverie and dragged me back to reality. Staring at the lit up screen of my phone, an exasperated sigh escaped my lips at the familiar name glaring back at me. I swiped up, and the frantic voice of my assistant filled the line almost immediately. "Hello Miss Bridgette, are you there?" "Yes, Jennie. What's the matter? It's past work hours.” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair as I sensed the urgency in her tone. "The CEO is in the office. His assistant seemed to have dropped a message to inform us about his presence, but—” "But? Stop acting like you're in a heist." I retorted, my patience thinning."We didn't get the notice.” She sighed. “Now, he's t
Bridgette's POV "I'm getting married, Bridgette." My mother's sharp voice pierced the air as she walked into the room, her lips in a tight smile. The glass of scotch I’d been holding for a while slipped from my fingers as waves of shock spasmed through my body. That's impossible. “You don't mean it.” I chuckled, staring at the mess beneath my feet, the amber liquid slowly slipping away. “You can't tell me you're getting married.” Her tone softened. “I really am, Bridgette.” The brutal truth was like ice water splashed hard on my face. I shook my head, my eyes twitching as I refused to accept her words. “You're not getting married.”“Bridgette!” I pushed myself off the couch, almost bruising my feet with the broken shards of glass on the marble tiles. “I thought we already settled this.” I yelled harshly. “You promised me you were never doing this again. You made me believe you.” "Why do you have to be so selfish, Bridgette?” Her raspy voice made my throat tighten. “Haven't I su