The elevator door dings and opens, revealing a spacious room bathed in soft lighting, it is so beautiful and simple at the same time. It seems to be designed for hosting events, with its ample space and elegant decor. My eyes are immediately drawn to a grand and weathered piano placed prominently in the center of the room, its ebony and ivory keys glistening under the gentle glow. Lauren grabs my arm excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on, let's check it out!" she urges me, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She looks at me with a mischievous smile and asks, "Can you play?"I shake my head, feeling a bit nervous. "No, I'm afraid not," I reply honestly. But Lauren doesn't seem discouraged. She scans the area and spots some dust on the piano and the seat. Without hesitation, she whips out her phone and makes a quick call, instructing the maids to come and dust off the piano. She then tugs at my arm again, urging me to follow her.We move swiftly across the room, o
With a sardonic smile playing on his lips, Lucien wastes no time in making a snide comment about our singing abilities.Lucien say with a sardonic smile “Well, well, well. What do we have here? A private concert, I presume?”With a stern glare at Lucien, Lauren replies “Can’t you see we’re enjoying ourselves? We don’t need your negativity.”“Yeah, Lucien. Can’t you just let us have a moment of happiness?” I say with a strong and determined demeanor Lucien begins to approach us, his imposing presence causing the atmosphere to grow tense.Lucien with a mocking tone “Happiness? Well, I’m here to bring a dose of reality, I suppose. Your singing could use some improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” Lauren say through gritted teeth “ You always have something negative to say, don’t you? Can’t you ever just be supportive?” The remark pierces through the air, leaving a bitter taste in our mouths and causing our brows to furrow in annoyance and anger.As he begins to approach us, the atmosph
Two days earlier, I pace the room, my mind filled with worry and frustration after ending the call with Lauren. How could she be so careless as to announce her return home during such a dangerous time? The thought gnaws at me, fueling my restless movements. I reach for my phone and dial Adam’s number, knowing he will understand the urgency of the situation.“Adam,” I say, my voice laced with concern. “We have a problem. Lauren is coming back home, and it’s completely unplanned.”There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line before Adam responds, his voice filled with exasperation. “Lucien, her decisions are reckless. We need to be prepared for any potential threats. I’ll gather a team of guards and arrange for a convoy of cars to pick her up from the airport.”Relief washes over me as I hear Adam taking charge of the situation. It’s moments like these that remind me why I rely on him. With his expertise and dedication, I know he will ensure Lauren’s safety.A sense of calm wash
As the time spent with Lauren draws to a close, I feel the heaviness in my eyes as drowsiness begins to take over. My eyelids droop, and it becomes increasingly difficult to keep up with the conversation. Lauren, ever observant, notices my growing sleepiness and can’t resist making a joke at my expense.“You know, Natasha,” she chuckles, “you’re like a walking alarm clock. The moment it’s bedtime, you just can’t help but shut down!”I manage a weak smile, the exhaustion weighing on me as I struggle to stay awake. Despite my fatigue, Lauren insists on accompanying me to my room, offering her company and support. I argue half-heartedly, unsure if it’s really necessary.“But Lauren, I’ll be fine on my own. I don’t want to trouble you,” I protest, my words slurred with weariness.However, Lauren persists, her concern evident in her eyes. She understands the importance of ensuring my safety and well-being, even in my groggy state. We continue to talk, albeit with slower and more interm
As I step out of the bathroom, the steam still lingering in the air, my eyes fall upon the unexpected sight of Lucien sitting casually on my bed. My heart skips a beat, and a wave of unease washes over me. What is he doing here? What could possibly be the reason for his presence in my private sanctuary?I gather my courage and approach him, my robe clinging to my damp skin. His piercing gaze meets mine, devoid of any warmth or emotion. It sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of the coldness that resides within him. I can’t help but feel a sense of apprehension, as if I am treading on thin ice.“What’s the matter?” I ask, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness. His snare, a disdainful curl of his lips, sends a chill down my spine. He doesn’t respond immediately, prolonging the suspense, making me wonder what could possibly be going through his mind.Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, chilling me to the core. “Prepare yourself for the public press conference tomorrow,” he
I wake up early in the morning, my eyes blinking away the remnants of sleep. The soft rays of the dawn filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling a slight fatigue lingering in my body.As I sit up in bed, I take in the sight of my room. Scattered notes are strewn across the desk, a testament to the hours I spent rehearsing the previous night. I let out a heavy sigh, realizing the magnitude of the task before me. The weight of responsibility settles upon my shoulders, reminding me of the importance of the day ahead.Just as I’m about to pick up one of the notes, the door opens, and Lily enters, her presence filling the room. She carries a distinct box in her hand, its contents unknown to me. I watch her with curiosity as she casually strolls toward the table, placing the box next to the air conditioner.“Good morning, Lily,” I greet her, my voice filled with a mix of weariness and anticipation. “May I ask what you’re carryi
Lauren didn’t just give me the chance to bask in the glory of gifting Natasha but she also styles me completely and I hate to admit that I feel sleek in the new clothes she got me. As I examine myself in the meticulously tailored clothes that Lauren has chosen, they cling to my frame with an impeccable fit, as if they were custom-made specifically for me. The suit exudes a subtle elegance, adorned with tastefully placed diamond stones that shimmer with a gentle radiance. Despite their presence, the embellishments remain understated, aligning with my preference for a more reserved style.The moment has arrived. Outside my compound, a gathering of men congregates, their extravagant cars forming an impressive display. Among the crowd, my eyes lock onto Lisa and her father, a surge of anger and resentment coursing through me. I clench my fists tightly, restraining the impulse to act upon my emotions.I summon Adam, instructing him to coordinate the people and ensure the smooth running of t
Standing in front of the grand hall, I take in the sight of numerous parked cars and a throng of presenters and reporters, their cameras and microphones poised to capture every moment of this conference. However, their intrusion is swiftly halted by Adam, his imposing presence and deep voice demanding their retreat. With my arm entwined with Lucien’s, we confidently stride down the red carpet, making our way into the expansive conference room.The room itself is a masterpiece of modern design, exuding an air of power and authority. The walls are adorned with sleek panels of glass, allowing natural light to filter in and illuminate the space. The ceiling is adorned with dazzling chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Rows upon rows of plush seats fill the room, occupied by influential figures and esteemed guests.As we make our entrance, all eyes are drawn to Lucien, and a hush falls over the room. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation, and even the subtle