“What do you have to say?” I leaned against the railing. Christian reached for something behind his back and showed me a small red box while I was still confused about what was happening. Was he going to propose to me…again? He opened the box, revealing a rose gold diamond ring that suited my tast
Three Years Later I squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do. Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year-o
The children ran to their grandma and grabbed her hand. Besides Christian, the kids also listened to their grandma. Who wouldn’t? Cesca could be really scary if she wanted to. “The two of you should hurry as well. We’re all waiting!” “We’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.” Christian nagged his mom, kin
“Out and about.” I sighed, exhausted. “Drunk.” “Where’s your ex-fiancee?” Vince chortled, nudging Beau’s shoulder, and a sigh escaped from my brother’s lips. Not surprisingly, the relationship and engagement between my brother and Isobel didn’t last. All it took for him to break her heart was one
“Oh, right.” Stella clapped her hands when the girl finally released a loud cough. “I would like to introduce you to Oscar Morales’ daughter, Aria.” The Morales’ They were new in the city and led by Oscar Morales with the help of his mysterious only daughter, who I had never seen before. Today was
Hey everyone,This is the end of Christian and Serena’s story. Thanks for following me on this journey, and please know I’m grateful for all of you.I remember freaking out over reaching 10K views, and somehow we ended up here. (!?) (Hopefully, more to come.)As I’m still new to this publishing styl
I took a turn and stared at the little clothing I was wearing. How did it even get this far and why was I even doing this?I could've taken a job at the convience store or as a choreographer which was actually suppose to be my goal in the first place. I didn't mind stripping, or the outfits. I never
We were at the bar in the private room, waiting for further instructions. This wasn’t supposed to be like this, I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve been downstairs dancing with the other girls.I looked around me and took in my new surroundings. I had been working here for six months but had never been