Mag-log in(ONGOING) 2022 Working in the underground archive of Hills Inc. a company that took over her father's, Caroline Ann Wright, a beautiful black woman experiences much more than she ever thought she would in her lifetime. ***** Caroline Ann Wright lost her parents in a plane crash when she was just seven years old. Her Aunt took her in because of the fortune her parents had left behind. At eighteen, she was abandoned to live on the streets. Twenty four years old, she works at Hills Inc. a building where her father once ran his company, now taken over by a new one. It didn't matter to her, not as long as she gets paid. Later on, she realizes her job in the underground archive is much more than bookkeeping. Instead, she is to ensure the secret door containing the company's secrets is not breached by outsiders. Fate aligns her meeting with the cocky playboy CEO, Dawn Hills who had lost his mother to cancer, and has quite a strained relationship with his father. At first, he lied about his true position in the company just to know her. In his words, Caroline seems rigid and makes his curiosity swell. Their story breaks into a full blown romance. However, like the saying goes...it is not always sunshine and rainbows.
view moreSix years ago, when I got thrown out of Auntie Cam's home, 'Die...you fucking bitch.' Samantha had said loudly.Looking back now, I sort of wonder why they hated me so much. I tried to get along with them, but they just didn't seem to even want to share the same breathing space as I. Somehow, I wonder the kind of life they are living right now. Though, I know it's an extremely comfortable one.It's funny how I shared the same roof with them in a really fancy house...still, it didn't feel like home. They never hid the fact that they didn't want me there. While everyone had dinner and breakfast at the table, I would always eat in my room. They made me trek to school every day, when the twins were always driven to school by the car. No matter the celebration in the house, they locked me in the room...away from their guests...I was invisible. I was unwanted.Last night, I had really great time with Miles. It feels so good to finally have a best friend. Sometimes, I wonder why he's so good
Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, we laugh...sometimes, we are sad...sometimes, we love. The first day my eyes landed on Caroline Ann Wright, I found her extremely beautiful. Her beauty is pure, effortless, with a spike of innocence that is so hard to miss. That day, I got lost in her eyes.Getting to know her, I realize she's just as I thought—-different. Three months of knowing her, I know her story to an extent, and life hasn't been exactly nice to her. Her parents passed away when she was seven. She lived with her Aunt. She was bullied in school, she didn't have friends, and she had to live on the streets at eighteen.When I see her smile, or hear her laughter fill the room, it brightens my day...and I feel a strong need to keep making her laugh, protecting her beautiful smile at all cost. Caroline has become so important to me. I don't think she knows just how much she means to me. When she's happy...I'm happy too. When she's troubled...so am I.While she lays on top of me in her
When I was three, I used to be scared of the boogeyman I read in children's books. I would hide under the blanket, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I ran to my parents.My dad would tell me, 'don't be scared, my princess. Daddy will always take on any boogeyman for you.'His words were my comfort, and I would sleep between my parents' on their bed...my mom's lullaby, soothing my ears, putting me to sleep with a big smile on my face. I felt completely safe.I didn't sleep last night. Just when I thought the unknown people would break down the door and find me in there, the siren noise came from the streets and the gang members started to flee—-the cops saved me again. I stayed up all night. I couldn't sleep out of fear. It kept troubling me that I was so close to getting hurt, and the thought made panic grow inside of me.At work, Miles listens to the terrific event that occurred the previous night. Afterwards, he hugs me tightly telling me, 'everything is fine now...don't be scare
When I was much younger, my parents would call me beautiful.'You are so beautiful, my princess...just like your mother,' my father would say.My mum would tease him and say, 'Of course. She got her beauty from me.'Their laughter would fill the room and echo loudly in the hallways of our mansion. These were good times—-among several other beautiful moments I shared with them.When this overconfident man had muttered, 'Caroline, do you have an idea just how beautiful you are?'It reminded me of those good days. How strange...the feeling that emerged, how different yet close, to what I had felt each time my parents called me beautiful.I feel the edges of my lips curl into a small smile and I close my eyes at the rush of the memories. When I open my eyes, they widen at the proximity of our bodies. His body press tightly to mine, his lips...just an inch away from covering mine. I lick the bottom of my lips, a soft gasp escaping my throat. I snatch my hand away from his grip.'Is this wh






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