I could hear Najite take a deep breath before she began to explain. "Well, it seems that some paparazzi managed to capture pictures of you and Noah together at his place. They're referring to you as 'the mystery woman'. Although your face isn't clearly visible in the images, anyone familiar with you would recognize you instantly. These pictures have gone viral. Every blog out there has posted them on their websites. Darling, you've become famous!"My head starts spinning abruptly, as if I've been caught in a whirlwind that's swirling me around at an incredible speed. Someone managed to capture photos of me and Noah together, and now they've leaked them to gossip blogs. Who could have done such a thing, and what could be their motive?"Oh my goodness, Clara, please tell me this is just a joke," I urgently pleaded into the phone, hoping for some reassurance."No, I'm serious. You should check out the FameFamous Blog on Instagram. It's all over there. The pictures have also made their wa
My conversation with Noah didn't go as expected. It turned out that one of his kitchen staff members called in sick the day before. To fill the gap, Noah sent a replacement who, unlike the rest of the staff, was unaware of the identity of the house owner until she emerged from the kitchen with Draco and realized it was the renowned EN Taylor. Filled with excitement, she secretly took pictures of us through the kitchen window while Noah escorted me to the car. Later, she shared these photos with her friends, proudly boasting about working at EN Taylor's house.Unfortunately, one of her friends decided to sell the pictures to gossip blogs, causing an unwanted situation. "She has been dismissed," Noah informs me. "Moreover, I will be issuing a formal warning to my personal assistant for failing to ensure that the individual in question signed a non-disclosure agreement before commencing her duties yesterday."Every individual who collaborates with me, regardless of their employment dur
Suddenly, my phone began to ring, catching me off guard. Without even checking the caller ID, I unintentionally pressed the answer button and found myself speaking to Joe, my receptionist. "Hey Joe," I greeted him casually. "What's going on?""Cassandra , I anticipate that you'll terminate my employment or perhaps even harm me for what I'm about to confess, but before anything else, I want to sincerely apologize," he says, his tone tinged with foreboding.I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Joe has a tendency to exaggerate and make a fuss about even the most insignificant matters. "What's the matter, Joe? Will you be absent from work tomorrow because your boyfriend is unwell, or is it your grandmother this time?"He lets out a sigh, and the unease in his voice immediately catches my attention. "I wish the situation were that simple right now, but it's not," he admits, his nerves palpable.Concerned, I inquire, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"After inhaling audibly, he proceeds to spea
The store experienced an unprecedented surge in customers on Monday morning, which I found surprisingly gratifying given the scandal surrounding my leaked photo with Noah. Curiosity led me to check online blogs last night, and I was relieved to discover that 70% of the information circulating about me was inaccurate. According to the blogs, I am portrayed as an unmarried woman operating a clothing store, living a comfortable life with my affluent parents in the City.They claimed Noah and I met discreetly at a friend's wedding in Tacoma just last month, trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since. Thankfully, they made no mention of my past marriage, recent divorce, or the fact that I have twin daughters. I am truly grateful for that omission.As anticipated, a few envious trolls, predominantly female, resorted to posting spiteful comments beneath the blog posts, suggesting that I am not up to Noah's standards and even comparing me to a baby panda. Some of them even had the
"You really don't want me as an adversary, Cassandra ," she warned, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. With an air of indifference, she turns around and saunters out of my store. Joe and I were left speechless, merely observing her departure, as though she owns the place and we are her subordinates. It's incredibly frustrating!"What just happened?" Joe finally manages to ask, his voice filled with bewilderment."I have no clue, but I won't tolerate such nonsense here or anywhere else. I'm going to confront Noah and make it clear that this behavior is unacceptable," I assert, determined to address the issue.Leaving Joe and other workers to tidy up the store and prepare for closing, I march angrily to my office. Once inside, I snatch my mobile phone from the desk and dial Noah's number. He answers immediately, almost as if he's been anticipating my call."Hey, Cassandra ," he greets with a cheerful tone. "I've been contemplating the right moment to reach out to you. I'm genuine
"I have no regard for the court's decision. I am determined to take my granddaughters from the clutches of this immoral woman!" John Benson, my former father-in-law, passionately declares. His sentiment is met with a nod of agreement from his wife, Josephine Benson, and his brother, Jude Benson."Mr. Benson, please listen carefully. If you persist with this course of action, you risk losing your visitation rights entirely. What you are contemplating right now is classified as kidnapping, and everyone present in this room understands that it is a criminal offense," explains my lawyer, Grace Mac. "The court of law has granted my client full custody of her children. Therefore, if you have any reservations about that judgment, you should address them through legal channels, as responsible and law-abiding citizens would.""I will definitely bring this matter before the court," assures John Benson with determination. "However, for now, I am taking my grandchildren away from this woman of qu
Without hesitation, Josephine slowly stood up, tightly clutching her purse against her chest as if it were her protective shield. "We're leaving, not because of your threats, but for the sake of the children we came here to rescue. You will undoubtedly hear from us again, and when that time comes, it will require more than a cunning lawyer to shield you from our fury."With a subtle nod, she signals her husband and brother in Law to follow her, leading the way to the front door. Once outside, I swiftly secured the door and peered through the window, ensuring they’ve left.They all got into Jude's vibrant red Porsce, and a Mercedes benz. and the vehicles immediately zoomed away.As I let out a deep breath of relief, I made my way back to the living room. To my dismay, I found Grace engrossed in her phone, typing with urgency. "We need to take immediate action regarding tonight's incident.Filing a complaint is crucial, and we should also obtain a restraining order to ensure those indiv
Today, my lingering sour mood from yesterday persisted, and I find myself secretly yearning for a day off to stay at home and wallow in my thoughts. However, deep down, I know that even if I had taken the day off, I would have inevitably grown bored within an hour and ended up coming to work. Despite Grace's comforting words, I couldn't shake off a lingering sense of apprehension about the possibility of my ex-in-laws making another disruptive visit to my house today. To counter this unease, I resolved to leave work earlier than usual so that I can return home in time to spend quality moments with my children before their bedtime.Strangely, I've come to realize that I miss Noah , despite having only met him twice. It's perplexing to feel this way toward a man whose phone number I angrily blocked. Why am I experiencing this longing now?With a sigh, I headed down to the main floor of my store to oversee my staff and assist customers, seeking solace in the busyness of my responsibiliti