~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 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
. (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
(Like a soaked little puppy)*************"I hope I hadn't kept everyone waiting. The traffic in New York is dreadful" A sincere smile formed at the corners of his lips as he took a sit opposite me.My hands turned sweltering as he assured me of our meeting, making me wonder if he was joking. My dad coughs lightly bringing me back to reality."Mr. Sinclair, I would love to introduce you to my daughter, Gemini," Dad said eagerly, his face illuminating with a smile."She will be giving the presentation" All eyes were on me, and Gustavo's face turned pale as he gestured, questioning if my dad was serious. "I'm looking forward to it, Gemini," he said, his voice smoothly articulating my nameI stood up, adjusting my outfit and clutching the piles of documents tightly in my hands. I knew this was bound to be a disaster. I gave my dad a pleading look, but he brushed it off.Gustavo, aware of how this would inevitably end, placed a hand on his brows as he furrowed it. How dare he! My
~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
~MORNING DESIRE~Gemini sat quietly in the garden, her gaze locked on the mysterious key resting in her palm. She studied it intently, as if willing it to reveal its secrets. A deep, familiar voice broke her thoughts. “If you stare at it any longer, it might explode,” Simon teased from behind her, his arms wrapped securely around her shoulders. A small smile played on Gemini’s lips as she reached up, gently caressing his hand. She tilted her head slightly, an unspoken invitation. Simon understood immediately, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. “Aren’t you busy today?” she asked, her voice light but curious. Simon smirked and moved to sit beside her. He was supposed to be in the office, but his plans had shifted after receiving a call from Lilac Sheinkaih.She had requested a meeting today—one he wasn’t about to miss. If she had answers that could help Gemini, he would be there in a heartbeat.“Well,” he said, stretching out his legs, “I have an
SHATTERED BONDSCiara gently took Tiara’s frail hand in hers, her thumb brushing soothing circles over the cold skin. Her daughter had barely spoken since she was admitted, the weight of her loss pressing down on her like a suffocating fog.“Tiara, sweetheart,” Ciara murmured, her voice soft, almost pleading. “Won’t you say something to Mommy?”She reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Tiara’s ear, but the girl didn’t react. She simply sat there—silent, hollow, a ghost of herself.Tiara was wasting away before her eyes, refusing to eat, refusing to acknowledge the world around her. And yet, Ciara couldn’t bring herself to grieve for the baby her daughter had lost.Not when she believed it was for the best.Sighing, she laced her fingers with Tiara’s. “I know this is hard,” she said, her voice carrying that practiced gentleness, the kind that hid the sharp edge of her true thoughts. “But as much as I hate to see you like this, I think… in some ways, it was for the best.”
~DINNER & SEX~The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the sky as Simon pulled into the driveway of their cozy home. Gemini, her hand resting gently on her burgeoning baby bump, smiled softly at him. She had been tired lately, her body changing in ways she was still getting used to, but Simon’s quiet attentiveness had been her anchor. Tonight, though, there was something different in his eyes—a spark of excitement she hadn’t seen in weeks. “You are going to love the surprise I have for you,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he helped her out of the car. Her curiosity piqued, but she didn’t press him. Simon had always been the romantic one, the planner, the dreamer. She trusted him to make tonight special.Inside, the house was bathed in the soft, flickering light of candles. Dozens of them, scattered across the living room and dining area, their flames dancing like tiny stars. The air smelled of lavender and vanilla, a scent she associat
~THE BOX OF SECRETS~Gemini stared at the long list of preparations for the upcoming exhibition. It had been an exhausting week—work had become her only escape, keeping her mind occupied and away from the tangled mess of her family’s betrayals. Every lead had hit a dead end.But she wasn’t giving up. Her mother’s letters were still evidence—proof that something had been left for her, something hidden beneath the layers of deception. She sighed, resting a hand on her stomach. Her phone chimed. A text from Simon.A small smile tugged at her lips. He had mentioned a surprise for her tonight. What could it be?The thought warmed her, pushing aside the storm of stress she carried daily. She was just about to sign the last document for the day and head home when Tracy stepped into her office.“I think I’m done for the day, Tracy,” Gemini said, stretching her fingers and flashing her assistant a tired smile. Tracy hesitated. “You have a delivery, ma’am.” Gemini frowned, glancin
~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