"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said. His tone was deep with melancholy.
"Why not? You already agreed with Steve."
Heather drew her closer and tightened his embrace. "I just... don't want you to go." His gaze softened, showing a hint of vulnerability that was quite different from his previous icy cold.
Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.
She leaned against him, feeling Heather's firm chest. Just as she was about to comfort him, Heather suddenly released her. His eyes turned cold again.
"You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.
Heather felt an inexplicable anger. Just because Filla was back, Prisley wanted to leave him. And she seemed determined to do it, showing no signs of changing her mind.
Heather was in a bad mood. He wanted Prisley to stay with him tonight. Even if they just stayed in the same room without saying a word, he would feel comfortable.
But he never begged for things from anyone. He couldn't express his thoughts to Prisley directly.
Prisley was astonished. This man... who had been so tender and affectionate moments before, had suddenly changed into distant and cold again. She pouted slightly.
Steve drove with a cheerful face, with a broad grin on his face.
"Prisley, you've been with Heather for quite a few years now, haven't you?" he asked in a casual tone.
"Over four years," she replied.
"Aren't you tired of him yet? How about joining me? I really admire you." Steve wasn't as reserved as Heather. He was talkative and always had a smile on his face.
Prisley felt embarrassed. This guy... he clearly had ulterior motives.
"Thank you, Steve, but my job is decided by my boss. I can't make that decision for myself," she replied, trying to maintain a polite demeanor.
"Come on, being around Heather is so boring. He's a workaholic, always working and nothing else. If you were with me, I wouldn't make you work so hard. I would take you out a lot to have fun, enjoy delicious food, go skiing, sail yachts, and enjoy the good things in life."
Steve was also the son of a wealthy family, although his family's business was much smaller than Heather's.
He didn't want to return to the family business and insisted on co-founding Warner Tech with Heather. He also served as vice president at Warner's headquarters.
With his carefree attitude and penchant for luxury, Steve was always surrounded by luxury cars and beautiful women.
Steve was Heather's confidant, but how much did he really know about her relationship with Heather? Prisley wasn't sure. She didn't know how to answer him. So she forced a smile and looked out the window.
At the party, guests gathered in small groups, raising their glasses and chatting. Accompanying Steve, Prisley met several prominent people.
As a beautiful woman, she naturally attracted attention, Her excellent communication skills allowed her to engage everyone in pleasant conversation.
Later that evening, Prisley found a seat in a corner. Steve approached with two glasses of wine.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Prisley nodded with a smile. Her opinion of Steve had changed. Despite his seemingly unreliable exterior, he proved to be quite adept at discussing serious matters. She finally understood why Heather had maintained a friendship with him for so many years.
"To our first collaboration. Prisley, you really impress me," Steve complimented. "I'll double your overtime pay for today."
"The finance department won't be happy," Prisley joked.
"I'll pay out of my own pocket."
"Well, my boss won't be pleased," Prisley chuckled.
"Heather? That vulnerable guy? If he dares to complain, I'll beat him up for you."
"How could he be vulnerable?" Prisley found it hard to believe. She had been with Heather for four years and always thought he had a tough personality and temper.
"You don't know, do you? Despite his tough exterior, he's not that strong inside. Otherwise, after Filla left..." Steve stopped himself in mid-sentence.
"Forget it. I shouldn't say more. Or he'll beat me up."
Steve wisely shut his mouth. Prisley rolled her eyes at him.
A glamorous woman walked past their table. The woman had a slim figure, wore an elegant dress, and had a strikingly beautiful yet somewhat familiar face.
"Hi, Filla, what a surprise to see you here!" Steve greeted her.
Filla?
Prisley's heart skipped a few beats. The face before her was unmistakably the one she had tried to imitate countless times from a photograph.
Filla? Prisley's heart skipped a few beats. The face in front of her was indeed the one she had tried to imitate countless times from photos. Four years had passed, and she seemed more mature and seductive than in the pictures.
Meeting her here made Prisley wish she could escape the awkwardness as quickly as possible.
"You're Heather's assistant, right? I've heard of you," Filla said with a slight smile on her haughty face.
"Yes, how did you know?" Prisley asked, feeling a little uneasy.
"Heather is obviously still hung up on me. You look a lot like me. Well, a pretty good substitute," Filla said, eyeing Prisley up and down, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"I think you might be wrong. Heather never intended for me to replace you," Prisley replied, her face pale as she struggled to control her inner turmoil.
"Is that so? But I heard you even dressing in my style."
"Let me tell you, a fake is always a fake. You'll never replace me."
"As long as I want, Heather will come back to me at anytime. He did come back. And he is still so hot in bed. You, the cheap fake, better know your place."
Steve was stunned. He didn't expect such a dramatic confrontation between the substitute and the original.
Prisley's face was rigid, her chest heaving. The arrogant woman was right- she was indeed a substitute.
"That's enough, Filla," Steve interrupted harshly.
"Did Heather tell you these things himself? If not, please don't make assumptions."
"I don't see much resemblance between Prisley and you."
"Hmph, believe what you want. She knows it best." Filla raised her head arrogantly and walked away.
Prisley's eyes dimmed, and she wished she could disappear. "I'm sorry, Steve. I want to go home."
"I'll take you home. I don't want to stay in this damn place either."
As soon as Prisley stepped out of the venue, tears began to fall. Her big eyes were filled with sadness, and her previously confident and radiant demeanor was gone, her shoulders slumped.
"I'm sorry, Prisley. I didn't know she was here, or I wouldn't have brought you," Steve murmured, apologizing sincerely.
"It's not your fault," Prisley replied. "Do I look like a clown?"
"No, no, you're beautiful and capable. And everyone at the party was nice to you."
Prisley shook her head, refusing to accept Steve's compliments.
"Don't worry about Filla... You are Prisley, not someone else," Steve comforted her.
"Thank you, Steve." Prisley tried to hold back her tears and nodded. Having Steve speak up for her was the greatest comfort she could ask for.
When Prisley got home, she kicked off her high heels and walked inside without turning on the light.
She had never imagined being in such an embarrassing situation, being ridiculed as a fake. She felt utterly miserable. Coupled with the abuse she had received from Heather during the day, all of her unhappiness piled up. She let the tears flow freely in the darkness.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her.
Before she could cry out, her lips were captured in a warm, familiar kiss. She realized immediately that it was him.
He pulled Prisley's pinned-up hair roughly, letting it cascade down like a waterfall. He held the back of her head and kissed her deeply. He opened her mouth, kissing her with fervor. His breath washed over her face, the heavy sound of his breathing echoing in her ears, igniting her desire.
Exhausted from her earlier grief, Prisley stood there in the dark, allowing his kisses to travel from her lips to her cheeks and neck. His hands caressed the sensitive areas of her body, sending electric shocks through her.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"What's wrong? Are you crying?" Heather asked.He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face."What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice grew louder."No, he was nice to me. It's just... I met her at the party." Prisley was never one to show her vulnerability in public.It was only after saying goodbye to Steve that she dropped her facade. She walked back slowly, and tears streamed down her face.Heather immediately called Steve."Got it, thanks, Steve." He got the whole story from Steve."I should just leave, otherwise this awkwardness will keep happening," Prisley said, sniffling. Having Heather by her side made her feel a bit better.Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't need to care about her at all.""How can I not care? I'm just a fake version of her in your eyes." Prisley lay on the sofa, feeling depressed.Heather's gaze darkened. He reached for a box on the coffee table. "Try this on. Let me see how beautiful it looks."He took out a
Heather froze. His body temperature dropped in an instant. The fire in his eyes extinguished, turning cold as a glacier in mere seconds.Prisley shivered involuntarily.He was always high and mighty, surrounded by admirers, never having been teased with like this.Prisley had been compliant for the past four years, indulging his every whim, no matter how outrageous or demanding. And now she dared to play him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her once docile and pure face now like an angry kitten showing its claws and fangs."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he said through gritted teeth.Heather buttoned up his shirt. Coldly and heavily pressed a kiss onto Prisley's lips before turning to leave.The room's amorous atmosphere vanished instantly. Prisley still felt a chill down her spine. She had actually angered him...She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, which were a bit sore, tasting the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.Two kisses like
"No - !" Prisley gasped, Heather seemed so unfamiliar, so out of control, so far from the wise and calm man she knew.She was pinned against the desk. And the door was unlocked. It was the weekend, but what if someone came in? Prisley couldn't bear to think any more."Stop it, Heather, please," she begged tearfully, but Heather was still unbuttoning her.Desperation and humiliation washed over Prisley. She closed her eyes tightly, gathered every ounce of energy she could, and pushed Heather away when he least expected it.With a loud smack, a slap landed on his face. Heather froze. The chill emanated from him accumulating.Prisley slipped out from under him and rushed toward the door.She ran out into the hallway, disoriented and frantic. Her clothes disheveled, and her hair wild.She was terrified. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.Suddenly, someone rounded the corner and almost collided with Prisley."Prisley? Are you still working today? I came to pick up something at the
Prisley has always been careful about contraception; it's one of the clauses in the contract.She recalls that about five weeks ago, when Heather was unusually passionate one day, he came for her on a weekend. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next day, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take emergency contraception. Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return.Prisley didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"At 26, with her career just starting to take off, she wanted to achieve something in her professional life as well. Having a child at that time didn't seem quite right.And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his
Prisley chose a long, fitted dress, putting on high heels and waited for Mark to arrive.From a distance, Mark saw Prisley standing by the roadside. The light green dress complemented her waist-length wavy hair, giving her a graceful and ethereal appearance, much like a woodland nymph.Her hair, styled in soft curls, seemed less casual and more sophisticated than when they had first met in the morning.Mark was stunned by the sight, forgot to start the car even when the traffic light turned green, and was honked at by the car behind him.Prisley didn't snap back to reality until a Ferrari roared to a stop next to her and the driver removed his sunglasses. It was Mike, who had come to pick her up.Mark wore a loose floral shirt, exuding a fashionable, carefree aura. He smiled broadly as he opened the car door for Prisley.Prisley was surprised by the change of car. Hadn't it been a Bentley in the morning? She shook her head, wondering how she had somehow gotten involved with a rich dand
As the Ferrari pulled to the side of the road, Prinsley leaned motionless against the window, tears in her eyes, staring blankly ahead.When Mark thought about the way that couple had treated the woman he cared about, a wave of heartache coursed through his veins. He wished he could turn around and teach them a good lesson.It's just the Warner Group? What's so great about it?!With a firm grip, Mark slammed the steering wheel.The loud thud snapped Prisley out of her daze. "Ah, are we home? Thanks for driving me back," she said, hastily wiping away her tears and unbuckling her seat belt.Mark escorted her to the entrance of the building. He was tenderhearted at the sight of her fragile demeanor. He gently guided Prisley upright."Prisley, I don't need to know what happened between you and this man, but I won't let anyone manipulate you. If you're in trouble, tell me. I'll fix it."Looking up into his caring and concerned eyes, Prisley felt a wave of gratitude. It was so good to be car
The next morning, Prisley wakes up to find herself alone in bed, the pain from the bump increasing today.She struggles to turn over, feeling the faint scent of herbs on her body. She vaguely remembers that it was Heather who applied the medicine for her yesterday. She feels somewhat pleased. "Does that mean we made up?" She wonders.So much has happened in the last few days. It takes more of her brain than rushing to complete projects in the company.Heather hasn't contacted her, so Prisley just sleeps all day.On Monday, shortly after she arrives at the office, a delivery man comes into the office area with a large bouquet of flowers that appears to be very expensive."Excuse me, who is Prisley Anderson?" He asks.Prisley has just come out of the secretariat and is stops halfway to sign for the delivery. The secretaries come out to see what's going on, chattering."Dreamy Rose's bouquet! It's gorgeous!""You can’t buy these flowers in normal flower shops. They're top florist's choi
The man in the floral shirt freezes for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn up as he walks briskly over to the old Grant and sits down."Let me introduce, this is my youngest son, Mark," the old man says with a smile.Prisley and Mark keep a straight face, but there is actually a hidden smile in their eyes."Mark doesn't like to be involved in running the business. After finishing his master's degree last year, he's been playing around outside. He only joined Voda Pharm two months ago and is still absent from work form time and time."Mr. Grant, the kind old father, talks endlessly about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally capable to be so unrestrained," Prisley flatters.Old Grant is pleased with the praise and looks at his son with a smile, "He's just playful and likes to be free. And he refuses to work at headquarters."Mark is really surprised. In the morning, his assistant told him that the CEO of the Warner Group wanted to meet with his father. Since he is the one w