(Memories)As I stepped into my unlocked dorm room, my exhausted eyes fell upon Penelope, who was completely engrossed in her artwork "I thought you were taking a break from painting," I asked, taken aback by her seriousness. She was usually the life of the party, so seeing her so focused was a bit strange "I was, but Tate called. She said she had an opening for my art and mentioned that new investors were in town" Penelope explained, briefly glancing at me. "What happened? You look awful." "I had a terrible day" I sighed, dropping down onto my bed. I checked my phone and realized it was already 11:30 pm. Exhaustion washed over me, reminding me of the long day I had ahead of tomorrow "I might need to borrow you for the whole day tomorrow" Penelope announced, her voice carrying a sense of urgency "The whole day" I asked. Both curious and hesitant. "Yeah" she responded , continuing to paint as she spoke. "I need to check out the art gallery venue. I want to find a perfect spot". "
(The art exhibition)I felt a sense of uneasiness as her gazes shifted uncontrollably giving me a death glare. It had been an hour since I arrived, and at first, she ignored me but later asked me to wait. So there I sat, admiring the structures and decor of the main office.“Maybe you could try calling him again, I have been waiting for hours,” I said, my voice getting irritated “You can't yell at me Miss, or I might have to call security, go back, sit down, and wait,” the hot brunette sitting at the receptionist's desk replied, her eyes glaring at me, before returning to her laptop.“Excuse me Lady but I never yelled at you,” I said, feeling my anger rise, she was pushing my patience to its limits. “I don't know or care, if this is how you treat other visitors, but am not one of them” I warned, my voice dead serious.She stared at me surprised, her gaze unmoving.“ when your boss comes back, tell him Gemini Victoria Saint stopped by” I added, noticing the surprise on her face“
(A white lie)My heart sank a little at the news. The painting held so much sentimental value to me and losing it felt like losing a piece of my mom."Why would you sell it?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice, a tinge of frustration seeping in. Tracy's smile faltered slightly, sensing my disappointment."Calm down G, you are yelling" Penelope's voice sooth in, trying to calm my enveloping anger "You don't get it, Penelope, that painting had my mom's initials, it was probably stolen and auctioned here, I bet Grandma doesn't have a clue of such a transaction, seeing she has been busy a lot" I chipped in."I'm sorry Victoria, I had no idea, and am currently not in charge of handling this stuff, I was asked by your grandma to organize the auction for some of the artwork in the house and I didn't pay attention to all the artwork that was brought in. And we can't just leave some artwork and focus on the newest, auctioning them out seems like the best way of handling them" she e
Reunion "I heard you came over," she said, her voice dripping with mockery. I watched her in horror, knowing that she was pretending, but her acting skills were so good that it only fueled my hatred for her even more."You should stay for dinner, my love," she continued, her words laced with cruel intentions. "It looks like you haven't been eating well. You appear so pale.""Well, when you have a thief in your midst, it's bound to happen, I suppose," I replied, my voice filled with anger. "Stealing artifacts seems to be her expertise, along with stealing my happiness."Before I could deliver a final blow to her verbally, a familiar voice interrupted me. It was Gustavo, standing behind me now, his gaze fixed on me. I couldn't believe what he was doing. Who gave him the right to interrupt me? I forced a smile and walked away, heading towards the front door."Gemini!" Gustavo called after me, catching my hands to stop me. His eyes scanned the surroundings to ensure we were alone.
(Inheritance)Since the incident at the birthday party, things have taken a turn for the worse. The meeting seemed to drag on forever, and I could feel the piercing stares of my dad and Gustavo directed at me. Were they looking at me?"Has Simon reached out to you, Gustavo?" my dad inquired with curiosity evident in his tone. Gustavo, seemingly calm despite their previous altercation at Simon's father's birthday party, responded, "No, sir.""I'm not paying all of you to simply say no. Figure it out, we need Simon here. He's a valuable asset that we can't afford to lose," my dad sternly addressed the room. "We need him before the next scheduled meeting. This meeting is adjourned.""Mary, is he inside?" I asked, concerned."He is. Should I let him know you're here?" Mary offered, reaching for the intercom."No need. It's urgent. I'll go in myself," I swiftly responded, noticing Mary's anxious expression. "I promise I won't get you in trouble."With a soft knock, I pushed open the glass
(Desires)Once again, I found myself in that very place I had sworn never to return to."Whisky or wine?" Simon asked from behind the bar."Wine, please," I replied.He approached me with a glass of red wine, offering it to me as he raised his for a toast."Cheers to... Is there anything else you'd like to add?" he paused, his eyes locked onto mine."Cheers to not caring," I said.A smile formed on his lips as he took a sip from his glass, then sat down on the couch behind him, pulling me down onto his lap.I perched uncomfortably, his pristine white sleeve unbuttoned halfway, revealing a hint of his chest and his disheveled hair contributing to his bad boy image.He was undeniably attractive, but I felt uneasy being in such proximity to him. I attempted to get up, but he tightened his grip, his hand resting on my thigh.I could feel his warmth and the intensity of his touch sent shivers down my spine. As we sat there, surrounded by the lit ambiance, the soft music, became a distant b
(A romantic gesture) (Gustavo pov)**********"You should get dressed,” I said, my voice tinged with urgency.She turned towards me with a mischievous smile. "We still have time," she whispered, pressing her lips against my neck. "Let's go one more round."Annoyed, I tossed her clothes towards her. "We don't have time for this," I insisted.For the past two weeks, I had been tirelessly working to secure those funds, knowing that one wrong move could ruin everything. The thought of being arrested for embezzlement sent a shiver down my spine.Gemini was still essential to my plans, despite how aggravating she had become lately. I needed her, whether I liked it or not."So, what's the plan?" Mrs. Ciara's voice interrupted my thoughts."It's simple," I replied, turning to face her. "You continue playing the role of Saint's devoted wife, earning his complete trust. We need access to those assets."Mrs. Ciara's voice dripped with contempt. "Saint doesn't easily trust anyone, especially when
(Not a request) ~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~As I sat down to eat, the sound of my fork clicking against the plate ruined my appetite. I couldn't help but shoot a glance at Simon. How was it that he always seemed to be everywhere?"Mrs. Saint, I have to say, this meal is divine," Simon praised my stepmother, causing her cheeks to turn a faint shade of red.I watched, annoyed, as she basked in his compliment. What a cunning charmer he was. I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I had to put an end to this charade."Just so you know, Simon, she didn't prepare this meal. She simply enjoys putting on a show in the kitchen, pretending to be devoted to it," I interjected, cutting short their moment of happiness.The entire house fell into a tense silence. I could hear a faint chuckle from the maid standing behind us, her gasp barely audible. My father's eyes filled with rage, capable of knocking victims to the ground. And as for Simon, a mischievous
~PLANTING EVIDENCE~Gustavo wiped his hands on a cloth, his movements precise and slow. Celine’s body lay still a few feet away, the pool of blood slowly creeping outward across the concrete floor.He glanced down at her phone, still lying where he had tossed it. A small smirk tugged at his mouth.Reaching into his jacket, Gustavo pulled out a second phone—the one he had taken from an informant months ago. A burner registered under a false name. He bent down and unlocked Celine’s phone again, steering to her text messages.Quickly, he typed a final message from her number.To Simon: "I need to see you. It’s about Vita. Meet me where we first talked. Urgent."Satisfied, Gustavo sent the text.Next, he wiped the gun clean, wrapping Celine’s trembling fingers loosely around it before pressing her hand to the trigger in one last, grim act.It wouldn’t matter that she was dead by the time the text reached Simon.The scene would speak for itself: a desperate, unstable woman reaching out to
~FLIGHT BEFORE THE STORM~Dinner was full of laughter and lightness. Benson, as always, never failed to make everyone laugh. Gemini’s eyes shifted from her plate of salad to Simon, who hadn't taken his eyes off her all evening, flashing that smile that made her stomach flutter."My God, I wish someone could look at me the way Simon looks at Gemini... isn't that pure love?" Benson said dramatically, causing Penelope to glance up from her food toward Gemini."It's love, Benson. Do you even know what that is?" Penelope teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.Gemini giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding Simon’s intense gaze. She was practically blushing. Picking up her glass of wine, she took a small sip, trying to distract herself.Her eyes wandered around the restaurant... and then froze. Across the room, at the far end, a woman was seated alone — and staring. Gemini couldn't look away. Something about the woman unsettled her, a prickle at the back of her n
~BEFORE THE FALL~Gustavo turned to the maid, his eyes scanning the house. It was too quiet. "Where is she?" he asked."She's in her room, sir," the maid replied."Then call her. Tell her I need to see her." The maid hesitated. That made Gustavo raise a brow. He was already having a shitty day. Saint had somehow returned to the company despite his failing health. The man was supposed to be dying.And now, someone was tailing him—digging into his life. Gustavo knew that had Simon's name written all over it. To top it off, Gemini was in Paris.He'd just found out from the men he hired to keep an eye on her. Ciara still hadn't delivered the files he asked for, and time was running out.He needed to get his hands on everything tied to Saint Tech before it was too late."Well, go fucking tell her again," Gustavo snapped. The maid flinched, clearly scared. "You know what? Fuck it."He stormed upstairs."Sir—sir, you can't go up there!" the maid called after him, but he brushed her off, h
~A GIRL IN LAVENDER~Brandon didn't look back.He took another sip of his whiskey, the Amber liquid sliding down his throat with practiced ease.The voice behind him didn't speak again…didnt need to. It was enough that it had spoken at all.That it was her voice.His grip tightened on the glass, and he finally turned his head slightly, just enough to catch the shadow shift near the old staircase.There was nothing there now—only darkness and the soft ticking of the antique clock above the mantle.FLASHBACK : (THE DAY OF MAYA INCIDENT) SAN FRANCISCO: The rain had been relentless that night. Thick fog clung to the hillside roads like breath on cold glass, and the Pacific winds howled in protest as the luxury sedan swerved along the coastal edge.Inside, Maya gripped the steering wheel harder, her heart pounding. She was never supposed to find the documents. But she had.And now she was being hunted for them.She glanced at the sealed manila envelope on the passenger seat, her handwrit
~THE SECRET OF RUE DE LILA (2)~Gemini sat in the passenger seat of the car Simon had rented, the ride was quite. The car engine hummed softly beneath us, gliding past narrowed streets lined with old stone building and the golden tint of morning sunlight spilling through the trees.Gemini hand gently rested in her baby bump. She rubbed it absentmindedly in small, slow circle, her thought elsewhere.Vita was with her nanny and Penelope and Benson decided to spend the rest of the day exploring. They knew whatever Gemini came to Paris for she wanted to do it alone.And they respected her decision.Her bump has grew fuller…now, heavier.Simon glance over to her from the driver’s seat, his hand shifting from the wheel to rest over hers. She didn’t flinch, didn’t look away from the window where she stared at the soft, rolling hills beyond the edge of the city.“You’re quiet,” Simon said gently, his voice cutting through the silence like warm butter. “Is it the place?”Gemini turned to him,
~THE SECRET OF RUE DE LILA (1)~ The morning had started better than Gemini expected. Simon had prepared a full breakfast feast, and she stood in the elegant dining section of the suite he’d privately booked for them. “What did he say we were having again?” Benson leaned over to whisper in Gemini’s ear. She smiled softly, her gaze drifting over the beautifully arranged table. She always knew Simon could be a bit over the top, but this? This was something out of a movie. Vita tugged gently at Gemini’s hand, pulling her attention to the three-year-old standing beside her with wide, excited eyes. “Daddy’s here,” Vita said happily. That’s right—she had been fast asleep when Simon arrived last night. “Yes, sweetheart,” Gemini replied with a giggle, brushing a curl from Vita’s forehead. “Daddy’s here, and he’s doing the usual Simon Sinclair thing.” “I’m officially jealous,” Penelope chimed in, nudging Gemini’s shoulder playfully, making her laugh. “A romantic breakfast in the city
~A CITY OF ART~Gemini didn’t hesitate. The moment Simon uttered those words “You need to get out of there”—she was already packing. She didn’t need an explanation. She trusted Simon. By the time the clean-up crew arrived, she was already handing the keys to them with strict instructions to finish by the morning.Penelope and Benson had watched her with matching expressions of concern. Benson, being Benson, had tried to keep the mood light. “You know, Gem,” he said as they walked into the lobby of the luxurious hotel she had booked at the last minute. “For someone who claims to want a quiet life, your life is pure telenovela material.” Gemini forced a smile as she handed her credit card to the receptionist. “I’d say it’s more of a psychological thriller at this point.” Penelope crossed her arms. “Gem, are you okay? You barely said a word in the cab.” “I’m fine,” Gemini lied, forcing another fake smile.”Benson squinted. “That was the fakest smile I’ve ever seen.” She g
~A TRIP TO PARIS~The moment their plane touched down in Paris, Gemini felt a strange mix of excitement and unease settle in her chest. The last time she had been here, she was a child—clutching her mother’s hand as they walked through the streets, listening to her talk about dreams, art, and love.Now, she was returning with a mission.Benson stretched as they stepped into the arrivals terminal, adjusting his oversized sunglasses. “Ah, Paris. The city of love, croissants, and my future sugar daddy.” Penelope rolled her eyes. “We’ve been here for five minutes.” “I like to manifest.” Gemini chuckled but quickly turned serious as she pulled out the letter again, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting.It had to be her mother’s. And there was only one place that could hold the answers she needed—her mother’s house in Paris.A sleek black car was already waiting for them, arranged by Simon, of course.“Tell me, Gem, how rich are you now?” Benson teased as he slid into the back
~A CRUEL CONFESSION~It wouldn’t look good if I didn’t visit Tiara. I had enough on my plate already—keeping an eye on Jerome, who was hell-bent on becoming a problem, and now Simon, who was digging into things that were none of his damn business. Simon needed to be dealt with—soon.As I stepped into the hospital hallway, my sharp gaze swept over the doctors and nurses bustling past me. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders before stopping in front of Tiara’s room. Just as I reached for the door handle, a nurse appeared, blocking my way. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, adjusting the noteboard in her arms. “May I ask who you are?” I turned to her, flashing my most charming smile. The blush that crept up her neck told me it worked. “A close friend of the patient,” I said smoothly. She hesitated, biting her lip. “That’s nice, but I’m afraid she’s not accepting visitors—strict orders from her mother.” Ciara. That insufferable woman. Did she know I’d come?I sighed dramatically, tilti