Up next, Epilogue! ^^
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
TYSHA "You're pregnant?!" Bryse's shocked voice grated on my nerves as he stumbled upon me retching into the sink. After I managed to clean myself up, I shot my lousy ex a death glare, telling him to mind his own business. "Who's the father?" he persisted, his curiosity driving me up the wall. "It's none of your business, Bryse!" I snapped, shoving him away from me, infuriated by his nosiness. But he didn't back down. Despite my forceful push, he stood his ground, his determination to uncover the truth unwavering. "It can't be my uncle, Tysha. After what I told you, you know he shouldn't be," he reminded me, the weight of his words sinking in. He was right. After learning everything about Rue, I knew it was a terrible idea to be carrying his twins. But at that moment, I was too overwhelmed to process it all. I was broken and hopeless, and the last thing I needed was Bryse prying into my personal life. "Just leave me alone!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration, before
TYSHA “Miss Clifford?” When someone called me, I turned around. A doctor and a nurse entered the hospital room as the door opened. I greeted the doctor back with a smile. It seemed like it was time for them to look at Mama's condition again. It had been three days since we unexpectedly brought Mama to the hospital. She experienced another episode of her condition. To concentrate on what they were going to do with Mama, I shut down my laptop and watched them. “How’s my mom, Doc?” I asked the doctor after they checked my mother. I watched their reactions closely, trying to get a hint if they would tell me bad news or not. Fortunately, the doctor smiled at me. I felt relieved. “As of now, she’s doing great. But there's still a possibility that her condition might worsen. It's better if you let her stay here for days to monitor if she will have any improvement,” she stated which increased the burden on my heart. Oh gosh. Still, I nodded slowly to the doctor. I don’t think we
RUE In one of the guest rooms of my penthouse, the woman's voice echoed as she attempted to please me. Despite her efforts, there was an unsettling numbness within me, a void that even her intimate gestures couldn't fill. I clenched my teeth, grappling with the realization that something was amiss. "How about this, Sir?" she inquired; her tone a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. But the pleasure she offered remained elusive, and I could only muster a disheartened shake of my head. "Enough. You can now go," I declared, a sense of frustration evident in my voice. The woman, taken aback, questioned our premature conclusion. "Huh? But we're not even at the climax?" "We? Or I? You've reached the climax for God knows how many times already," I retorted, irritation cutting through my words. "Now, go. Leave me alone." Her protest hung in the air, but a stern glare from me silenced any further objections. Reluctantly, she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stood there, still
TYSHA "Girl!" Barra's voice sliced through the club's noises, and her grip on my wrist was strong and urgent. "Barra!" I replied, half-surprised and half-relieved. She guided me swiftly through the bustling crowd, a silent command to follow her. "This way. Quick. I need to work," she said, pulling me along, her movements confident and purposeful. I complied, trailing behind her. The air was filled with pulsating beats and the hushed whispers of covert conversations. As we moved, I took a moment to glance at Barra. She was already in the attire of her trade, a daring ensemble that left little to the imagination. Her silver lingerie sparkled under the neon lights, complementing her curled blonde hair and the vibrant makeup that adorned her face. A cute bunny headband perched on her head added an unexpected touch of innocence to the overall daring look. She looked dazzling, captivating the attention of anyone who crossed her path. Finally, we reached our destination – backstage, whe
RUE I sat at my office desk feeling really frustrated. Small things were bothering me, like not finding my pen and having an email I didn't read. I tried to work on my laptop, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. "Ugh," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. The board meeting was stressing me out, and the memories from the strip club kept coming back, making it hard to focus. My usually neat office was a mess, with papers scattered everywhere. It just added to my frustration—with myself, the whole situation, and the memory that wouldn't leave me alone. I was irritated about how the women touched me in that strip club but most especially, I was fuming mad about the girl who refused to help me. Like, how could she ignore someone like me?! I never felt humiliated like that in my entire life. No one has ever paid no attention to me before. It’s not that I wanted attention last night but—damn it! I could not forget the woman’s face who dared to ignore me. I
TYSHA As I sprinted away from the guy, my heart raced with a mix of panic and relief. Glancing back, I noticed his eyes widening in recognition. Gosh! With that, I also realized who he was – the man I ignored at the Eventide Cabaret last night. Woah! What a coincidence! What on earth is he doing in Bryse’s house? Are they related somehow? Anyway. One thing is for sure; he seemed even more irritated with me now, especially after the incident at the Eventide Cabaret. It wasn't intentional though; I just didn't want to deal with anyone. Now, he was part of this bizarre encounter. I shook off the strange mix of emotions and focused on getting as far away as possible. Gosh, I really hope to never cross paths with him again! All I freaking wanted was to get my money back, but now it feels like landing myself in handcuffs is a more likely scenario. Seriously, Tysha, what kind of messed-up luck do you bring into my life? Gosh! As I trudged back to my mom's hospital room, I tried my darn