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As soon as the meeting was over, Irene took me to the new room where I would be staying. I stood in the doorway of my new room, hesitant to take a step inside. The room was enormous—larger than the room I was in before. It was also completely furnished with lavish decorations. The luxury around me felt like a different world, one I had no idea how to blend in. It had lovely red carpets, draped curtains, and expensive looking furniture. I did not belong here.I took a step forward, feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet. The room was so quiet that I could hear my own breath. The bed, a massive king sized bed with velvet hangings, seemed more like a throne than a place to sleep. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to walk further into the space. Everything here was new—too new. I was afraid to touch anything. The door opened softly behind me, and I flinched in fear. Irene stepped inside with a small smile.“Joan,” she said gently “How are you settling in?”I forced a smile. “It’s... it’
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JOAN'S POVI woke up to the sound of soft murmurs and the click of heels against the floor. My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately greeted by a group of women surrounding my bed. It took a moment for my brain to catch up to what was happening. Was I still dreaming?"Good morning, Miss Joan," a voice said from the foot of my bed. I blinked, trying to make sense of the scene in front of me. Standing in the center was Miss Sullivan, who had a smile on her face. "Good morning, ma'am" I murmured. "Time to get up. We’ve got a lot to do today."“W-what?” I mumbled, still groggy. I looked at the women standing around me. All of them smiled as though they had been waiting for this moment their entire lives. These women were glamorous looking. With their lovely looks, designer dresses, perfectly styled hair, flawless make up- they looked like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Who are they? What are they they doing here? Ms Sullivan spoke up again "These ladies are your glam
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JOAN'S POVI shivered in the back seat of the limo, staring out at the blur of streetlights through my tears. My fingers trembled in my lap, and I could still feel the cameras flashing in my face, the shouts of the paparazzi hurling questions at me. I never imagined it would feel like this, being thrown into the public eye. The pressure, the eyes always watching, the fear of slipping up. It felt suffocating.The worst part? I just begun. This was just my first outing. Is this how it's going to be for the next few years? “Stop shaking. You’re acting like a child,” Sir Derrick scoffed. I snapped my head towards him. My eyes stung from the tears I’d been trying so hard to hold back. "How?" I asked him. His words made something inside me snap. "You're whining. You need to grow up" he muttered. "Acting like a child? I just got ambushed by a mob of reporters, Derrick. What do you expect me to do?" I whispered. He barely glanced at me. His hands gripped his phone tightly "This is you
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JONAS' POV (A NEW CHARACTER) I stared at the crumbling ceiling of our small apartment. The sound of my wife sobbing quietly from the bedroom pierced through the thin walls. My chest ached with a lot of emotions. The pressure of it all pressed down on me like a thousand bricks. Debt was suffocating us, and I could barely breathe under the pressure. Every day, I tried to convince myself that what I was doing—the pursuit of truth—was worth the struggle, but the bills didn’t care about integrity. Neither did the landlord.I heard her soft footsteps approaching, her sobs barely under control. Emily stood in the doorway, her hand resting on her growing belly. Her eyes were puffy, red from crying again, and it twisted something deep inside me. I hated seeing her like this, hated knowing that I was the cause."Jonas," she whispered "I need money for the doctor’s appointment next week. And the medicine... you know it’s not safe for the baby if I don’t get the vitamins they prescribed. I know
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HENRY'S POVI stood by the window of my office, staring out at the city below. I should’ve felt satisfaction. After all, I was filthy rich, and I had built an empire most men would kill for. But the satisfaction never came. It never did when I thought about Derrick.Derrick.The name alone made my blood boil. He’d always been a step ahead, always managed to take what I wanted. And now, he was about to become the Mafia Don for the district. Not because he deserved it, but because he was marrying that maid, Joan. The arrangement was fake, I knew it. It had to be. Derrick wasn’t capable of love, and certainly not with a maid.My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t about the money for me. No, I had more than enough of that. It was about power, and the respect that came with it. All my life, I’d been second to Derrick. No matter what I achieved, no matter how high I climbed, it was never enough to escape his shadow. I was always known as the Mafia Don's ba
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JOAN'S POVThe sound of the needle piercing through fabric was soothing to me. It was a soft, calming noise that filled my room. A lot of people couldn't hear it but I could. I noticed the small things. I could hear how the needle went through the clothes, forming something out of nothing. I sat by the window, looking outside as I knitted. I had always loved to sew.the quiet work of knitting or stitching allowed my thoughts to wander and unravel, just like the fabric I held in my hands. But it had been a long time since I’d had the luxury to do this—since my mother had fallen ill, I’d been forced to stop, to focus on finding work, on making enough money to care for her. The small sewing business I once had was gone, and with it, a piece of myself went as well. Still, sitting here now, knitting a simple top, I felt a small sensation of that old happiness. I allowed my hands to move, each stitch soothing me. I could almost forget everything else—almost.But my thoughts were not so ea
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JOAN'S POVThe next morning, I was cuddled in the warmth of my blankets, half-asleep, when I heard a knock on my door. I groaned, pulling the covers over my face, willing the world away for just a few more moments."It's Sarah. Sir Derrick wishes to see you in his office," her voice sounded through the door. At the mention of his name, my body betrayed me. My heart quickened and a faint thrill coursed through my veins as I forced myself to sit up. Derrick. Of course, it had to be him."Do you know why?" I asked, trying to mask the curiosity in my voice."I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with the wedding preparations. None of my business, anyway."Wedding preparations. The words felt cold as they settled into my mind. I quickly threw off the covers, getting out of ned I glanced at myself in the mirror with a flood of thoughts racing through my head. I looked like a mess. I wanted to look good for him, though I’d never admit that to anyone, least of all myself.After
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JOAN'S POVThe day went by fast. It was filled with wedding preparations. If I saw one more wedding brochure, I just might scream. I barely had time to breathe these days, let alone think. I wasn’t used to this kind of life—always in the spotlight, constantly scrutinized. The wedding, though just a contract on paper, felt too real sometimes. It wasn’t love that brought Derrick and me together, but necessity. And yet, here I was, preparing for a wedding that felt more like a spectacle than anything else.By the afternoon, I decided I needed a break. I hadn’t seen Miss Sullivan, Emily, or Sarah in a while. I missed them. They were the people I bonded with when I started working here as a maid, and in many ways, they still felt like my family.I headed down to the kitchen, hoping to find a bit of peace away from the madness. The second I walked in, the smell of baked bread and herbs hit me. Ms Sullivan looked up from kneading dough. Her face lit up when she saw me.“Joan, there you are!
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DERRICK’S POVThe car was filled with an unbearable tension. I could feel it pressing down on me, suffocating me. Joan sat beside me in the backseat. She didn’t look bothered about me at all. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the darkened city outside the window.She acted like everything was normal, like she didn’t just stand up to or subtly threaten a mafia boss. I knew Antonio wouldn’t take it lightly. Still, it was fun to watch. I didn’t know she had that kind of fire inside her.The streetlights highlighted her face. She looked even more beautiful at night. The lights sharpened the soft contours of her cheekbones, the curve of her lips. But what kept me staring at her wasn’t her beauty—it was the fire she had inside. A fire I had totally underestimated. Hell, I didn’t even know it existed.I never thought she had it in her. Not Joan. Not the meek quiet maid who barely spoke when I was in the room. She couldn’t even look me in the eye most times. But tonight… tonight she had proven
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DERRICK’S POVThe gala was in full swing. Laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air, but I barely noticed. My attention was elsewhere—on the delicate hand entwined with my own. Joan’s fingers were smaller than mine, softer. Her touch sent heat racing through my veins.Damn it.I tried to ignore it, to dismiss the sensation as insignificant, but my body betrayed me. My pulse quickened, and my grip involuntarily tightened around hers for the briefest second before I forced myself to relax. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Not after what my ex had done to me. I had vowed never to let another woman past my defenses again.But Joan…She was different, wasn’t she?“Did you hear me?” Joan’s voice cut through my thoughts.I blinked and turned my head slightly, meeting her warm brown eyes. I adjusted my features into their usual neutral mask. “What?”She smiled. Her genuine expression made something in my chest twist painfully. “I said yo
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DERRICK’S POVI stood in my office. My fingers curled around the stress ball Joan had given me.Another shipment gone wrong. Another goddamn failure.Someone was sabotaging me from the inside.My jaw clenched, and I rolled the ball in my palm, squeezing it so tightly my knuckles turned white. This had happened too many times to be a coincidence. I thought I had gotten rid of the mole, but it seemed like there was another rat scurrying in my team.A hundred million. Gone. The godfathers would be furious. They’d question my competence, whisper among themselves that I was slipping. And if they decided I was no longer fit to lead, they’d strip me of my power and hand it over to Henry, that snake, who had been eyeing my position for years.I couldn’t let that happen.Behind me, Santi and Ace stood stiffly. They knew what this meant, how deep this betrayal cut. But I wasn’t in the mood to hear their excuses.“Who the fuck is it?” My voice was filled with annoyance “Who the fuck keeps doing
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JOAN’S POVThe sun shone through the windows of the kitchen. I was standing near the stove, overseeing the staff, just as I always did. The morning routine was the same as every other, but the air felt thick today. I could hear it. everyone could. Whispers, too quiet to catch, but loud enough to make the staff’s movements hesitant, almost self-conscious. There was an interrogation ongoing. Because of the incident last night, saff members were being questioned and everyone was scared. The weight of it all was heavy on my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but feel that I was at the center of it all, the reason for all this chaos. If it weren’t for the attack on me, none of this would be happening. I hated that it had all come down to this.Emily’s voice broke through my thoughts.“They're letting a lot of people go,” she muttered, her eyes scanning the kitchen “Can’t say they didn’t deserve it, but…”I finished for her with a sigh “It’s because of me, isn’t it?”She nodded, biting her lip.
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JOAN’S POVThe incident with the masked man left me shaken. No matter how much I tried to push it from my mind, the memory clung to me. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of movement in my peripheral vision, made my heart hammer in my chest. I found myself growing paranoid, constantly looking over my shoulder as if the masked man would come out from the darkness at any moment.Later that night, as I sat curled up on my bed, hugging my knees, my bedroom door creaked open. My pulse spiked, and I held my breath until I saw Derrick step into the room. His presence filled the space, commanding as always, but tonight, something else lingered in his gaze—concern."Are you okay?" he asked. His voice was softer and lower than usual, as if he was afraid he’d startle me.I nodded, forcing a small smile, even though my hands trembled slightly against my arms. "I'm fine. And… thank you. For saving me."He studied me carefully. His blue eyes scanned my face as though searching for a lie.
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JOAN’S POVThe evening was busy but I didn’t mind. I wanted everything to be perfect. After everything Derrick did for me, I wanted to do something for him too.I stood in the kitchen as I supervised the activities around me. Pans sizzled, knives chopped and I ticked all the boxes of everything we need.“It’s going well, isn’t it?” Ms Sullivan asked with a smile as she walked out of the kitchen.“Sure is” I called after her. Tonight’s dinner had to be perfect, and I was determined to make it so.“Careful with the sauce, Emily,” I said, pointing at the simmering pot on the stove. “It needs to thicken just a little more.”Emily nodded as she stirred. The chef gave me a quick thumbs-up as he continued cooking. I laughed. When everything was finally prepared, I helped Emily and Sarah set the long dining table in the dining room. I made sure everything looked alluring to the eye. I even decorated the table with flowers.“Thank you, everyone,” I said with a grateful smile once the table w
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JOAN’S POVI had spent the last few days sewing in my sewing room. My mind was focused only on the fabrics and my designs. I had never felt happier.I was sewing again! I was actually sewing again. And this time, I had everything I ever needed and even more. Designing again was a breath of fresh air for me. It was the one place where I felt in control.But that morning, as I adjusted a piece of fabric, Emily entered the room with a smile."Joan," she said "Sir Derrick has called for you."I froze, the needle halting mid-stitch. Derrick? It had been days since I last saw him. I hadn’t seen him since the engagement. Irene told me he had gone on a business trip."Really?" I blinked, trying to hide the excitement I felt. "I—of course. I’ll go right away."Emily smiled at me, and I could see the curiosity in her eyes. "He’s in his study. And, Joan... I’ve been meaning to tell you—your pieces, they’re incredible. You have such a talent."I looked at the mannequins that were now clothed in t
