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Chapter 75: Sabotage
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Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 81: Studio Collaboration
Willow's POV“I’m Emily,” the woman said, thrusting out her hand towards me. “I own Sheer Chique? Like I said, sorry for the intrusion. I just…I’ve been following your work and I’m a big fan. The way you layer your notes, AH! Pure brilliance.”Emily’s smile was sincere and she looked just as excited as she sounded. Her green eyes sparkled as she talked, and her curly, brown hair bounced off her shoulders. “I just HAD to come over and introduce myself. I was thrilled when I heard you were competing here. Honestly, I can’t wait to see, or smell rather,” she winked, “what you’ve created.”“I LOVE your perfumes,” I told her. Her studio was a boutique studio, only putting out a few perfumes per year. But the perfumes were lovely and original. “Really, I have a couple of your latest perfumes at home right now. I’m a big fan, too. It’s so nice to meet you.”I was touched that Emily had sourced me out and made the time to come over and introduce herself. Her studio had been around for a while,
Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 80: Inspiration Hits
Willow’s POVBeatrice was trying to provoke me, as usual. In a way, she was right. Dropping out now would be a lot less embarrassing than giving the judges an empty bottle, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let her win. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I still had time.Looking back at the audience, I found Luigi again. He gave me a slight nod, his eyes calm and firm. He believed in me; I could tell by the look on his face. Just like Adonis did. If I could just believe in myself, then maybe I could pull through this.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a flash of inspiration came to me.Luigi. Carl. The mansion. Luigi’s protectiveness of me the night of his birthday dinner in the restroom with Logan. Carl’s tight hugs of dependency. The way both their eyes lit up whenever they saw me. The warm laughter the three of us shared. The time we spent hovered around the kitchen island making lunch together.Family wasn’t in my father’s house, and it definitely wasn’t in my home with Logan. Luigi, Carl
Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 79: I Won’t Lose to Her
Willow’s POVI inhaled the scent deeply, then frowned. The prototype I’d created still wasn’t right. It was lacking something – a complex depth and lingering notes. Struggling with the theme, I’d really hoped that this prototype would hit the mark. But it simply wasn’t good enough and I was at a loss as to how to fix it.It was far too simple a fragrance to be a contender in this competition.With a heavy sigh, I poured the failed sample down the drain into the waste container. Watching the bottle empty, my anxiety grew. The mantra repeated in my head: ‘I won’t lose to her’. And yet, it felt like I was already losing. At the very least, I was losing my confidence with every passing minute. “This is your halfway mark,” the emcee chirped, warning us that we were now officially halfway through the competition. “I repeat, we are now officially half way through the competition.” The audience applauded and an excited ripple ran through the crowd.Glancing up at the clock, I became even mor
Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 78: The Competition Begins
Third Person POVWillow saw that she was assigned a table next to Beatrice, and her mood instantly plummeted. Doing her best to brush off the unfortunate table assignment, Willow set out all her equipment.“Welcome everyone,” the emcee said into the microphone, signalling the start of the competition. Nervously, Willow fixed her eyes on the emcee and listened intently as the emcee joyfully announced the theme of the competition: “The Beauty of Family.”“What?” Willow thought when she heard the theme.Family?A wave of sadness flooded through her as her mind flashed back to the shadows of her original family. The void left by her mother’s early death was poignant in her mind, as was her father’s subsequent favoring of Beatrice.From the moment her mother died, the warmth she’d felt in her family had dissipated, replaced with a distant, disconnected feeling towards her father as he embraced and praised his illegitimate child over her.For a moment, she felt a stifling suffocation squeeze
Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 77: Stand-Off
Willow’s POVExpecting the reporters to flash their cameras and jot down everything I said, I waited. To my surprise though, they all lowered their cameras, side-eying one another, quickly shifting their gaze away from the confrontation between Beatrice and myself.They acted as though nothing had happened, as though I hadn’t just suggested there was proof of Beatrice’s bad mothering skills.Flummoxed, my eyes flitted from Beatrice to the crowd. What was happening? Why weren’t they writing down what I said?“Willow,” Adonis hissed from the front of the crowd. He motioned for me to come to him. Still confused, I stepped down from the podium.“Can you believe all this?” I asked, waving at the crowd of reporters, exasperated and frustrated.“There’s no point,” he told me in a low voice.Furrowing my brows, I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean? Did you hear what she was saying? She’s outright lying!” I proclaimed.Adonis shook his head. “I overheard a reporter whispering to his
Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back Chapter 76: It’s ALL Lies
Willow’s POVMy mouth was agape as I watched all the people around Beatrice lavish her with compliments. Reporters vied for attention, calling out her name to ask her a slew of questions, one rapid fire after the next.“Beatrice, tell us more about your perfume company’s collaboration with a wine company. Where did you come up with such a brilliant idea?”“Beatrice, tell us about your husband.”“Beatrice, is it true that you’ve adopted a child?”Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice.She answered the questions, posing and smiling gracefully, tossing her head over her shoulder and poising with her hand on her hip, as though she were some sort of movie star.All around me people whispered, praising her as the personification of kindness, as though this back-stabbing, manipulative woman was some sort of angel sent from Heaven.I couldn’t believe it! Beatrice was the last person who deserved praise and adoration. Everything she said was a lie, and the reporters were gobbling up her lies, taking eve
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