All Chapters of His sidepiece : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMMA.The bouncer's threat must have slapped some sense into me, because I took a step back realizing how far I'd come. The alcohol seemed to be wearing off so easily. I was still drowsy, but I at least felt sane. I took another step back, and almost fell on my heels. The bouncer reached out, stretching a hand of help.“Get your hands off me!” I smacked his hands, as soon as they touched me. I didn't want help from a man who had threatened me.The music was still loud, and buzzing. I covered my ears with my palm, trying to shield myself from the loud noise. My head was banging, and everything looked like it was floating. Luckily, I was able to see Kristy, and Katy. They were still at the counter, having a drink. I watched as Kristy scooted closer to Katy, whispering something in her ear. She turned slightly, to take a view of the man behind her, and then shook her head in disapproval.Was Kristy already in search of another man? I knew she wouldn't deal with the infidelity her fiance

ISABELLA.Alex had an annoying attitude of not sticking to time, or schedule when it came to me. I knew that he only did that to me, because I had seen him leaving for meetings with others. He would usually leave minutes before the due time, and hang around the area so he would be fashionably late. In my case, he sometimes forgot our outings, or simply came hours later. Back then, I had adjusted to that because I was simply trying to understand him. Now, he seemed to have forgotten the power was in my hands. I could make or break his little princess. I chuckled, as I brought out my phone. I had been in the diner for ten minutes, I would give him five more minutes of grace. If he wasn't present after that, we would just have to see where the world took us.As I closed my handbag, I perceived a particular scent approaching me. I looked up to find Alex at our table. For some reason, he still took my breath away. He was dressed casually, and his hair was still a bit wet. I wanted to lean

EMMA.“Let me get something straight, you want me to release my sex tape?” I asked, in disbelief. Kristy nodded like what she said was absolutely normal.“That's insane.”“My plan might be insane, but it works.”I didn't know what to say to that. In a way, Kristy did have a point. If the tape was out, and about, Isabella would have nothing to hold me down. If she wasn't the first to release the tape, she would be furious. I imagined the look of surprise, then anger she would wear. It would be satisfactory.“How sure are we that Stella will want to take the job?” I asked.“I've been monitoring her profile. Ever since she started working at your company, she has changed the way she dresses. For some reason, I think she's trying to emulate you. She admires you.”That was hard to believe. Given everything that had occured in that office, and my life in general, I didn't think anyone would look at me in awe. Heck, I would be lucky to find someone who didn't glare in disgust.“I don't think

ISABELLA.“You have to be fucking kidding me!” I screamed, throwing the wine bottle across the room. I heard footsteps run up the stairs.I picked out my phone again, taking a closer look. The headline was the same. I wiped my eyes repeatedly. It couldn't be true. The tape couldn't be leaked. I hadn't given any blogs the green light.I wiped slowly, reading through the message. As I scrolled further, realization hit me.The blog hadn't just released the tape, they even gave the wrong fucking identity. I read through, seeing that they tagged as the said woman in the tape. That was dirty, but wrong. I tapped on her profile, and opened it to see a ‘Stella McCartney’. They had the wrong woman!“Who the fuck is that?” I asked, out loud. The door to my room opened. I looked up to find two of my maids, standing confused.“Ma'am, are you alright?” One of them asked.“I'm fine. Leave.” I replied, still focused on her page. Her face looked familiar. I could tell we had seen each other once or

ISABELLA.I stood before the door to her home with my phone in hand. It had taken less than an hour for me to find her address. I didn't know if I should knock or not. I clinged onto my handbag, trying to clear my thoughts. After three bottles of wine, my thinking had gone haphazard. I was spoke too slurry for El to understand, and the hefty feeling in my chest was still there. I closed my eyes, trying to muster some confidence.I wouldn't threaten or harm her. All I needed was a plain conversation between us, and she would explain why she took credit for a clip that wasn't hers.I heaved a deep breath again. “No need for drama,” I told myself, knowing fully well I couldn't do it… Maybe I could. I definitely could.I pressed the doorbell, but nothing rung. Rolling my eyes in disdain, I took a step back. Of course she couldn't afford a working doorbell. The sneaky, lying piece of shit was looking to use my husband as a means out of her poverty. I snorted, before tapping gently on the