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
As we step into our home, the familiar ambiance envelopes us, offering a temporary respite from the outside world. But before I can fully relax, Lucien playfully spanks me, “my little pet” he says, accompanied by his mischievous grin. Irritation prickles beneath my skin, but I suppress it, forced to accept his demeaning remark.However, the weight of my suppressed emotions becomes unbearable, and I turn to face Lucien, my voice laced with anger. “I’m not your pet, Lucien,” I assert, my tone sharp and resolute. “I’m not thrilled about being married to the man who took my father’s life and imprisoned my mother.”Lauren, who has just quietly entered the room, freezes at my words. The greatest surprise is boldly written on her face, as if she had stumbled upon a well-kept secret, unraveling the truth that had been concealed for so long.Lucien’s mischievous grin vanishes, replaced by a flicker of concern in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice softening. “Natasha, I understand your
Unknown to both Lucien and Natasha seeing how suspicious she’s been acting as she likes and her movements are uncoordinated in the premises I put a few guards on a trail to monitor and trace her every step waiting patiently for when she does make a mistake. I make my way to the monitoring room, a dimly lit space filled with an array of screens displaying different camera feeds. The atmosphere is heavy with tension as I spot the guard sitting hunched over the console, his eyes fixed on Natasha’s activities.“Hey, you,” I call out sternly, my voice laced with authority. The guard jumps in his seat, clearly startled by my sudden presence. He quickly stands up, saluting me in his guard’s uniform.“S-Sir,” he stammers, his voice trembling with fear. “I’ve been keeping an eye on Natasha as instructed.”I narrow my eyes, my frustration mounting. “And what have you discovered? Any valuable information?”The guard hesitates, his gaze shifting uneasily. “Well, sir… it’s been difficult to get c
As I sit alone in the room, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, I can’t help but notice the strange physical sensations that have been plaguing me. The nausea, the food cravings, and the aversion to watermelon—all these signs seem to point to something beyond my comprehension. I find myself talking to myself, trying to make sense of it all.“Why do I feel like this? What’s happening to me?” I whisper to no one in particular, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. The unease in my gut grows, and I can’t shake off the feeling that something is off.Just then, Lucien enters the room, his expression devoid of any emotion. His pale face stands out against the dark backdrop of the room. I can’t help but feel a mix of anger and resentment as he approaches me. His touch, gentle yet invasive, sends a shiver down my spine.His finger brushes against my cheek, and I instinctively recoil, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Why are you here?” I ask, my voice la