~ENDGAME~Lilac sat in her car, her eyes fixed on Saint Mansion before they drifted back to the steering wheel. Maya had been in love with this monster. How could he want to take everything from his daughter? Lilac thought, shaking her head. She knew she’d played her part well in there, making them believe she wanted the same thing. But now, she needed to inform Brandon. Gemini might be in danger. And so were the galleries. Starting the engine, she drove out of the compound, her thoughts heavy as she headed back to her office. On the way, her mind replayed the last conversation she'd had with Maya. Maya had been terrified that Saint would hurt Gemini. But Gemini was okay. Married to a great guy—someone who loved her and protected her fiercely. And soon, she would become a mother. Lilac pulled into her office driveway. The two-story building loomed quietly in front of her. She’d opened a small office here in Manhattan, knowing she would be staying for a while before eve
~A GROWING THREAT~Simon stepped out of the hospital’s grand entrance, the weight of the day pressing against his shoulders. His name was etched in bold letters across the sleek glass facade—Sinclair Medical Center—a reminder of the empire he’d built. But right now, none of it mattered. He loosened his tie slightly, exhaling as he made his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine and pulled out of the lot, navigating the busy streets with ease. A few blocks later, he spotted a small roadside flower stand tucked between a café and a bookstore. A hint of memories tugged at him—Gemini loved fresh flowers. She once told him that nothing brightened a room quite like them. Smiling to himself, he parked and stepped out, his sharp suit standing in contrast to the casual bustle of the street. “Good evening, sir,” the elderly florist greeted warmly. “What can I get for you?” “Something elegant,” Simon said, scanning the vibrant display. His eyes landed o
~A DARK STORM OF TRUTH~Brandon arrived at Saint Mansion not long after his call with Lilac. Stepping into the driveway, he paused, his eyes locked on the grand estate that once belonged to his sister. Memories flooded his mind. He could almost see Maya standing at the door, waiting to see him off whenever he visited. Her laughter, her warmth—everything about her still lingered in the very walls of this house. But now, there was only silence. The rain poured steadily, tapping against the sleek black car as Brandon finally stepped out. His jaw tightened as he made his way to the entrance, his footsteps heavy with purpose. A maid hurried forward to greet him. He barely spared her a glance as he scanned the dimly lit foyer. Something felt… off. The house was too quiet. Brandon turned to the maid, his voice sharp. “Where’s Nanny Laura?” The older woman hesitated. She fidgeted with the hem of her apron, avoiding his gaze. Brandon’s patience was already thin. “I asked yo
. (Stop treating me like a child) My eyes are fixed on the garden, and thanks to the transparent view, I can easily silence the voices around me, just got admission into NYU and I feel like my whole life has already been planned out for me. The sun cast a warm glow on each rosy flowerbed, they were my mom's favorite, still shaken by her sudden death, I wish she never left that night, if only I knew it was the last time I might get to see her, I would have held on longer. "Are you even listening" my dad's cold and husky voice interrupted my thoughts as I glanced around the dining table, all eyes were on me. "Excuse me" I manage to say, my voice calm. Ignoring the mocking smile from my stepmother and sister, God I hate them both, I held my head high, refusing to let their doubt defeat me "S-sorry got distracted" trying to look prepared for whatever earful he has in store for me "Are you even ready, your mind seems to be somewhere else, am I boring you Gemini" I knew this was a tra
Hello love (1)Gustavo (pov) Since we left the mansion, her silence has been suffocating. It stings, knowing that she's still angry with me. I can't understand her; she should be grateful for the life she has. people like us have to fight tooth and nail just to survive, yet she has everything handled to her on a silver platter. My frustration builds, gripping the steering wheel tightly, my eyes locked on the congested road ahead. New York City's traffic is notorious, and today is no exception. The City's Charm and vibrant lifestyle drew me here, a place where dreams come true for ambitious souls like mine. But today, it feels like a nightmare. I honked at the car in front of me, desperately clinging to my composure. All I want is for this chaotic morning to end on a positive note. Taking a glance at her through the rearview mirror, my heart skipped a beat. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her golden blond hair cascading effortlessly on her shoulder. Each Ray of sunlight dance
Hello love (2)I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the chaotic scene unraveling before me. Time seemed to stand still as I struggled to absorb everything happening in front of my disbelieving gaze. His desperate moan mingled with hers, filling the room with a symphony of desire and carnal pleasure.He held her tightly in his lap, their bodies moving with an intensity that boarded on reckless abandon. With each forceful thrust, she surrenders herself unreservedly, their connection creating an intoxicating dance of shared passion. The soft rays of sunlight delicately caressed her fiery red curls, infusing them with a warm, ethereal glow.Her ample bosom bounced rhythmically, seemingly dancing to the primal rhythm driving their coalition. Her moan grew in volume, cascading through the air like ripples of ecstasy. However, amidst this mesmerizing tableau, Samantha's presence suddenly registered beside me.Shocked by the explicit display unfolding mere inches away, her astonishment was palp
Hello stranger Gustavo (Pov)I know coming was a mistake, but I felt I left things back at the office on the wrong foot, I needed to set things right, I hate hurting her, but sometimes she leaves me no choice. I stared at the door that was just being shut in my face, I should have responded, I should have said something, why couldn't I, of course am hers, and forever will be. My whole body ached, today was a lot, I thought seeing her would ease some of my pain and ache, but instead, it just added to it.*********(Gemini pov)The car was moving at full speed, Avina the mixed Asia beauty face radiating pure euphoria “Tonight’s going to be epic” Avina yelled, her dark hair dancing in the wind “Hey, be careful” Benson yelled, slamming the brake as the speedometer hit 60km. “Don't be reckless, Avina”“Guys, I still wanna live” Penelope clutched onto me for support. “ this was a bad idea, we should have taken a cab, these two are InSane For two years Benson and Avina had been insepara
(Don't repeat those mistakes)(Simon pov)***********In the warm morning sun, her flawless skin glowed, complimented by her golden silk blond hair. Fascinated by her beauty, I couldn't help but stare. As I reached out to caress her face, she suddenly flinched, a perplexed expression crossing her face."What the fuck are you doing" she exclaimed, pulling away slightly "Oh, I thought you had something on your face" I quickly summed up, trying to brush off the awkwardness.She grabbed her phone and glanced at it with a frustrated sigh, sitting up and reaching for her scattered clothes."Fuck" she muttered under her breath, hastily shifting the bedsheet to cover her boobs "Nothing I haven't seen love, they were glorious" A wicked grin appeared on my face, I could tell she was angry but I loved it, it made her more sexy.(Gemini pov)***********Late and disoriented, I impatiently threw on my dress, and grabbed my heels, bag, and jacket, desperately scanning the room to guarantee I had
~A DARK STORM OF TRUTH~Brandon arrived at Saint Mansion not long after his call with Lilac. Stepping into the driveway, he paused, his eyes locked on the grand estate that once belonged to his sister. Memories flooded his mind. He could almost see Maya standing at the door, waiting to see him off whenever he visited. Her laughter, her warmth—everything about her still lingered in the very walls of this house. But now, there was only silence. The rain poured steadily, tapping against the sleek black car as Brandon finally stepped out. His jaw tightened as he made his way to the entrance, his footsteps heavy with purpose. A maid hurried forward to greet him. He barely spared her a glance as he scanned the dimly lit foyer. Something felt… off. The house was too quiet. Brandon turned to the maid, his voice sharp. “Where’s Nanny Laura?” The older woman hesitated. She fidgeted with the hem of her apron, avoiding his gaze. Brandon’s patience was already thin. “I asked yo
~A GROWING THREAT~Simon stepped out of the hospital’s grand entrance, the weight of the day pressing against his shoulders. His name was etched in bold letters across the sleek glass facade—Sinclair Medical Center—a reminder of the empire he’d built. But right now, none of it mattered. He loosened his tie slightly, exhaling as he made his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the engine and pulled out of the lot, navigating the busy streets with ease. A few blocks later, he spotted a small roadside flower stand tucked between a café and a bookstore. A hint of memories tugged at him—Gemini loved fresh flowers. She once told him that nothing brightened a room quite like them. Smiling to himself, he parked and stepped out, his sharp suit standing in contrast to the casual bustle of the street. “Good evening, sir,” the elderly florist greeted warmly. “What can I get for you?” “Something elegant,” Simon said, scanning the vibrant display. His eyes landed o
~ENDGAME~Lilac sat in her car, her eyes fixed on Saint Mansion before they drifted back to the steering wheel. Maya had been in love with this monster. How could he want to take everything from his daughter? Lilac thought, shaking her head. She knew she’d played her part well in there, making them believe she wanted the same thing. But now, she needed to inform Brandon. Gemini might be in danger. And so were the galleries. Starting the engine, she drove out of the compound, her thoughts heavy as she headed back to her office. On the way, her mind replayed the last conversation she'd had with Maya. Maya had been terrified that Saint would hurt Gemini. But Gemini was okay. Married to a great guy—someone who loved her and protected her fiercely. And soon, she would become a mother. Lilac pulled into her office driveway. The two-story building loomed quietly in front of her. She’d opened a small office here in Manhattan, knowing she would be staying for a while before eve
~AN END TO IT ALL~Gustavo stared at Lilac Sheinkaih as she stepped out of Saint's mansion. A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips. He knew exactly how desperate Saint was to get his hands on Gemini's inheritance.The old man was grasping at whatever power he had left. And if Saint managed to take control of those galleries, everything would eventually fall right into Gustavo’s hands—once he took over Saint Technologies.He glanced back at Tiara, who sat behind him, her hands twisted in her lap. She was nervous, chewing her bottom lip as if it might save her from the storm she was willingly stepping into.“What were you saying again?” Gustavo asked casually as if they hadn’t just been discussing something life-altering. His tone was cold, disinterested.Tiara took a shaky breath. She had promised herself she would move on, that she wouldn't keep chasing him for something he couldn't give her. But she still needed to tell him. He deserved to know her final decision.“I’m keeping the
~TAKING THE BAIT~Saint picked up his glass of whisky, taking a slow sip, his cold eyes fixed on Lilac as she sat across from him. He had called her here, requesting a meeting under the guise of business. If possible, he hoped to strike a deal—after all, she was the biggest art collector in town. And he needed her.“I didn’t expect this meeting, Mr. Saint,” Lilac said smoothly, her polite smile betraying none of the wariness she felt inside. She was surprised, to say the least, when the mighty George Saint himself had requested to see her.And now here she was, sitting face-to-face with the man who had once been Maya’s husband.“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” he replied, matching her politeness with a thin, practiced smile of his own. He set his glass of whiskey down carefully on the polished table between them. “Business has a way of bringing people together.”“I see,” Lilac murmured, dragging the words out, clearly unconvinced. But she was here now, and curio
~A BREWING STORM~Gemini made her way toward her father’s study, her footsteps slow and measured. She hadn’t expected him to call her—it had only been a week since her grandmother was laid to rest, and she was still drowning in the weight of it all. Her days were consumed with managing the galleries her grandmother had left for her. It was Victoria Greyson’s final gift, her last will.Uncle Brandon had inherited the estate, along with most of her grandmother’s businesses—even the ones that had originally belonged to Gemini’s mother. It stung, but she knew her grandmother had done it to protect what was left of Maya’s legacy.Still, none of it felt real. A part of her refused to accept that Victoria Greyson was truly gone. She paused at the top of the stairs, her attention shifting to the sharp voice cutting through the silence. “That’s all you people are—useless, good-for-nothing leeches!” Tiara. Gemini frowned, her grip tightening on the railing as she turned toward the k
~SHADOWS AND SECRET ~Gustavo’s grip on Jerome’s collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. “I mean it, Jerome—stay the hell out of my business.”Jerome merely smirked, completely unfazed by Gustavo’s aggression. He was about to make a snide remark when a familiar voice interrupted them. “What the hell is going on here?”Both men turned to see Ciara standing at the entrance of the dimly lit hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. Jerome straightened his jacket and flashed her a sly smile. “Ah, Mrs. Saint, always a pleasure.” He dipped his head mockingly before brushing past Gustavo, leaving without another word. Ciara watched him go before turning her sharp glare to Gustavo. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Do you have any idea how reckless you’re being? The last thing we need is unnecessary attention.”Gustavo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “He’s a snake, Ciara. You shouldn’t trust him.”Ciara rolled her eyes. “And you think I don’t know that?” She ste
~AN ICON~The news of Victoria Greyson’s passing spread like wildfire through New York. It was a somber day for both the Saint and Greyson families. At her grandmother’s estate, Gemini sat motionless in the grand living room, her hands resting on her lap. People flowed in and out of the house, offering their condolences, but to her, their words felt hollow. "What did they really know about my grandmother?" she thought bitterly, her gaze distant. Her eyes followed her Uncle Brandon as he moved through the crowd, forcing himself to smile while shaking hands with guests. He was doing his best to be strong, but Gemini could see through it. His mother was gone. His sister—Gemini’s mother—had been taken from him years ago. And now, he was all alone. “Gemini, sweetheart,” Aunt Vivian spoke softly, placing a warm, concerned hand on Gemini’s back. “Why don’t you go upstairs and rest for a while?”Vivian watched her husband niece carefully. Gemini hadn’t spoken much since the guests s
~A HOUSE WITHOUT A SOUL~ The call came unexpectedly—just like the day my mother’s car crashed. "Gemini," my father had called. My eyes lifted from the strawberry cake I was holding. It was my mom’s favorite. "Your mother," he began, his voice cold as ever. The smile on my lips faded the moment he mentioned her name. "She isn’t coming home, sweetheart. She died in a car crash."He said it as if it were something an eighteen-year-old girl would want to hear. The cake slipped from my hands, crashing onto the floor. Tears streamed down my face. And just like that, my mother was taken from me. Now, here I was again, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, trying to stay calm. "Please, please, just hold on until I get there," I whispered, biting my lower lip nervously. I shook my head, trying to push back the tears burning behind my eyes. "Please… Damn it!" I yelled, slamming my horn repeatedly as the car in front of me refused to move fast enough.