AMBERI felt Sebastian's tight embrace. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and I also caught his distinctly masculine scent—a mixture of his natural scent, sweat, and luxury perfume. It was a total combination that was quite enticing. I felt like burying my nose in his chest and inhaling deeply, savoring his scent like a baby.But then I stopped myself. Wait! Was I the one who initiated the hug with Sebastian?! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! What am I doing? I had never done this with a random guy before. I only shared intimate moments like this with Lucas.And why was I even touching Sebastian?! I was so embarrassed by my own actions! "For Pete's sake, Amber, Sebastian is your boss! He's not your brother, and definitely not your boyfriend!" yelled the sensible part of my brain.I winced at the thoughts racing through my mind. It was irritating. Why did I have to react like this? Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I was being too forward! Or maybe I was just a naturall
AMBERhouse. It was a two-story house with a balcony, a spacious garden, and a modern design.But it was surprising that someone like Sebastian, a wealthy doctor with millions in the bank, lived in this house. Well, I mean, no one would say his house was ugly. I was sure his house and lot were worth millions. It was big and beautiful. But I had expected his house to be as large as the Davis mansion. Sebastian was rich, and he could afford luxury things in the world. I knew that. But it was puzzling why he didn't buy a grand mansion.I felt his warm and rough hand on my shoulder. "Are you disappointed with my house, Amber?" he asked, seemingly unbothered.This was one of the things I liked about Sebastian. He didn't care about what other people said. He didn't care if you thought something was beautiful or not. Because for Sebastian, these things didn't affect him. Not like my useless husband. Lucas had a comment about everything. He was so self-conscious and felt that everyone was thi
AMBERSebastian looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes as we stood in his cozy kitchen. He asked me the simple question, "What do you want for dinner, Amber?"I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit out of place in his home. "Oh, it's up to you, Sebastian. I'm not picky," I replied, trying to sound casual.Little did I know that my response would lead to a delightful surprise. Sebastian, my boss and my doctor, had a hidden talent he'd never revealed before – he knew how to cook! I couldn't help but be intrigued by this newfound knowledge.With a charming smile, Sebastian gestured for me to join him in the kitchen. "Well then, let's cook together. It's been a while since I've had some help in the kitchen," he said.I nodded eagerly and followed him to the countertop where he had already gathered the ingredients. As I watched him move around the kitchen with ease, I couldn't help but admire his culinary skills. He handled the knife with precision as he sliced chicken breasts, and
AMBER"Sebastian, tell me, where is your family?" I asked, my curiosity finally getting the better of me.Sebastian, always the kind and helpful man, hesitated for a moment. It was evident that he wasn't ready to disclose his personal life to anyone, even someone he had grown close to. I could sense a shadow cast over his expression, a reluctance to delve into the depths of his past.He sighed softly, his gaze averted for a moment before meeting mine. "Amber, I appreciate your curiosity, but my family... it's a complicated matter," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.I immediately realized my mistake in prying into his private life, and I quickly assured him, "Sebastian, you don't have to answer that if you're not comfortable. I understand if it's a sensitive topic."His eyes softened, and I could see a mixture of guilt and appreciation in them. After all, I had shared the painful details of my own life with him, and he had listened without judgment.But then, unexpecte
AMBERI looked into Sebastian's eyes, sensing the deep pain and resentment that lay within. The mere mention of his parents seemed to stir a whirlwind of emotions, and I could see the raw wounds that had never truly healed."Sebastian," I began hesitantly, my voice soft, "is there still any part of you that wants to meet your mother... or your father?" I asked, treading carefully on delicate ground.In his eyes, I saw a mixture of anger and sadness, a reflection of the betrayal he had experienced at the hands of the people who should have protected and loved him. He shook his head, his jaw clenched in frustration. It was a silent but powerful declaration that he had no desire to reunite with the parents who had abandoned him, leaving him like a lost puppy or a stray kitten in the rain.I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in my mind. "Sebastian, do you think, someday, you could find it in your heart to forgive them?" I asked gently, m
AMBERMonday morning arrived, and Sebastian and I were already at Valle Group of Companies, ready to meet with Mr. and Mrs. Valle, the founders and owners of Valle Airlines, one of the top-ranking airlines in the country. The atmosphere in the office was bustling with anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.Sebastian, always composed and confident, looked at the couple and spoke with his usual professionalism. "Mr. and Mrs. Valle, I'm pleased to inform you that the investment from our side has been sent through checks," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.Mr. Valle, a distinguished man with an air of authority, nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Dr. Sebastian," he replied. "We have indeed received the funds. Now, shall we proceed with the official signing of the contract, which will span two years?"I watched as the couple exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with hope and anticipation. This partnership was significant for both parties, and t
AMBERUnder the bright city sun, Clarisse Valle led Sebastian and me on a tour that felt like a dream. I couldn't help but marvel at the sights and sounds of the city, but my focus remained sharp, my mind working overtime to strategize. Clarisse's kindness was a tool I could use, a pathway to Tiffany's downfall.As we walked through the bustling streets, I observed Clarisse closely. She was genuinely warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. It was hard to believe that someone so kind could be involved with someone as malicious as Tiffany Davis. I needed to win her trust, become her confidante, so she would listen to my warnings about Tiffany.In her luxury villa, I saw glimpses of Clarisse's life—elegant furniture, tasteful art, and the subtle scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. It was a world far removed from my own, yet I needed to navigate it to achieve my goal.Sebastian, always the astute observer, noticed my determination. He offered his support, a silent reassur
AMBERTwo weeks had flown by since I first set my sights on Clarisse Valle, and the delicate threads of our friendship had begun to weave a connection that held a promise of trust. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn't help feeling a sense of accomplishment with each passing day.My role in Clarisse's life was slowly taking shape. I was there for her when she quarreled with Tiffany, offering a sympathetic ear and a comforting presence. I knew the facade Tiffany presented to the world was unshakable, and Clarisse's cries for help remained hidden behind closed doors.Meanwhile, Sebastian was meticulously juggling his duties as a cosmetic surgeon and his clandestine efforts to assist the Valle couple in improving Valle Airlines. His involvement with their business had granted me access to their inner circle, a position I intended to leverage to its fullest extent.One ordinary day at the clinic, as I went about my secretarial duties, my phone rang, and I glanced at the ca
So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that emerald dress. I’m not gonna lie, when I tell you that,”Sarah smiled politely, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied. "And let me just say, you have the most captivating smile I've ever seen." He said, extending his hands.Sarah chuckled softly. "You certainly know how to lay on the charm, don't you?"Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her response. "I like to think I have a way with words. So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?"He couldn't resist the urge to show off. He casually mentioned his successful businesses, subtly hinting at his wealth and success. "I own a few businesses myself," he said casually. "Nothing too fancy, just a few million-dollar ventures here and there."Sarah raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "That's quite impressive. It must keep you busy?”He shrugged nonchalantly. "It does, but I always mak
The luxury high-end bar was highly recommendable in the town, with its glittering chandeliers, plush velvet couches, and marble-topped tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a sophisticated ambiance. The place was bustling with well-dressed patrons, sipping on expensive cocktails and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere.And inside of the place, Lucas Davis sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face. Despite being engaged, he was determined to enjoy his night out and relish in the attention of others. He was known as the "life of the party,". He took a sip of his drink, Lucas's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene around him. He saw his "friends," the sons of wealthy businessmen, approaching him with smiles on their faces."Lucas! You're here too! What the hell, man!" one of them exclaimed, clapping him on the back."Of course, I'm here. I'm everywhere," He replied with a cocky grin, reveling in the attention."But I heard you were very busy
Lucas Davis was seething with anger. His face was red, and his hands trembled with frustration as he paced back and forth in his office. Harper watched him with a smirk, enjoying his display of rage."I can't believe that old man, mom! Imagine that? He wasted my time! My time is too precious just to be wasted! How dare he decline us? They're the ones who set up an appointment with us! They're the ones who need us!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.His mother chuckled wickedly. "Yes, the nerve of him! I can't believe William declined us. Well, he hasn't declined yet, he told us he'll think twice.""The nerve of him! Doesn't that old guy know who we are? We're billionaires! Everyone wants to get a partnership with me!" Lucas roared, his fists clenched in fury.Harper stood up, her eyes flashing with malice. "Hey, calm down, Lucas. We need to be strategic about this. You can't let our emotions control you!”Lucas glared at her. "I am calm, Mom! I just can't stand it when some
Finally, after like the end of the world, William and his wife got back home. The heavy feeling of the day seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders. He sank onto the sofa, feeling drained and stressed from the encounter with Lucas Davis and his mother.“Ahh! So tired!” He complained while massaging his neck.His wife watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "So, have you decided, William?" she asked, her voice tense.He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I can't decide yet, Cindy. We just got home, please, not now." he replied, his tone weary.Cindy's face tightened at his response. She, too, was exhausted, but she knew they needed to make a decision soon. "I'm exhausted too! It's Not just you! But you need to decide soon. If you manage to sign the deal with Lucas Davis, then your mother will let you support your long-lost children," she reminded him, pretending to care for his children."I know that, Cindy!" William snapped, his patience wearing thin. "But
He can't help but chuckle bitterly. Now, he finally understood. His mother and Harper Davis have the same evil personality.They would do everything just for their gain. They're just both evil."You hate Harper, but you aren't aware that you're just the same as her, mom.”"How dare you compare me to that woman?!" she seethed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I would never stoop to her level!"His own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're both willing to manipulate and use anyone, even your own family, to get what you want. How is that any different? You may not see it, but your actions speak otherwise. Using my children as pawns in your games is just as ruthless as anything Harper Davis would do!”His mother's eyes flashed with fury. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you and your children! How can you accuse me of such things? Why can’t you understand me, huh? Are we going to fight forever, William?”"Because it's true, mom! You blackmailed me, you used my children as le
They left the meeting room and went inside the elevator. After the doors closed, the tension among them was palpable. His mother's face was flushed with anger, and his wife's expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment."William, this is madness! How could you let this opportunity slip away? We could have had a deal with the Davis family!" his mother berated him, her voice echoing in the confined space.His wife chimed in, her tone sharp with accusation. "Yeah, I can't believe you! You had the chance to secure a partnership with one of the most influential families in the business world, and you just let it go!"He tried to defend his decision. "I couldn't agree to the deal without knowing all the details. I need to be sure it's the right move for our company."His mother scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Details? What details? Lucas Davis offered us a golden opportunity, and you threw it away because of your stubbornness!""You never listen to anyone, do you?" Cindy looks ver
Lucas Davis entered the room with a casual swagger, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. He was well aware of the tension in the air, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest."Ohh, we have guests today! Mr. Reign, my apologies for the delay. Business calls, you know how it is," Lucas said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if being late was a minor inconvenience.William felt a surge of irritation. "I understand that, Mr. Davis. However, being punctual is a sign of respect. It shows that you value the other person's time," he replied, his tone firm.Lucas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Respect, Mr. Reign? In the world of business, respect is earned, not given. And I'm sure you'll agree, I've earned my fair share."He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. He could feel his wife’s hand on his arm, a silent reminder to stay calm."I'm here to discuss a potential partnership between our companies, Mr. Davis. However, I must insist on professi
He can feel the tension in the room was palpable. Cindy and his mother were fidgeting in their seats, exchanging excited whispers, while he sat back, trying to remain composed."Why are you both so excited?" He asked again, his tone more insistent this time.His wife gave him an exasperated look. "Dear, are you stupid or what? Don't you understand? This meeting could change everything for us. The Davis family is a huge opportunity for our business," she explained, her eyes shining with anticipation."But what if it's not what we expect? What if it's a trap?" He countered, his skepticism evident.His mother chimed in, her voice stern. "William, stop being so negative. I’m sick and tired of you, son! We have to be optimistic about this. Besides, Lucas Davis is a brilliant businessman. We could learn a lot from him!”He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this argument. He leaned back in his chair, resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with the meeting, whether he liked it or