I had set the scene for a romantic dinner with Sean, but I couldn't shake the nervous fluttering in my stomach. Tonight was the night I planned to tell Sean how I truly felt about him. The realization had dawned on me like a sudden revelation, breaking through the walls I had carefully constructed around my heart.For weeks, I had been grappling with conflicting emotions, torn between my desire for power and control, and the undeniable love I felt for Sean. But as the days passed, it became increasingly clear that my feelings for him ran deeper than I had ever imagined.So, I had decided to take matters into my own hands, to lay my heart bare, and confess my love to Sean once and for all. I wanted tonight to be perfect, to create a romantic atmosphere that would sweep him off his feet and leave him speechless.So I lit the candles and scattered rose petals around the room, waiting in anticipation. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. And yet, despite my excitement, a linger
I felt a surge of panic rising within me at his words. Sean's threats were not to be taken lightly, and I knew that if he followed through with his plan, it would spell disaster for me and Whitney Corporations and my company. But I couldn't let him intimidate me into submission. I had to stand up for myself, to fight for what was rightfully mine.Taking a deep breath, I met Sean's gaze with a steely determination of my own. "I won't be blackmailed, Sean. You can threaten me all you want, but I refuse to give in to your demands. I won't let you destroy everything.Sean's eyes narrowed at my defiant words, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind his mask of confidence. He had expected me to cave under the pressure, to beg for mercy and plead for his forgiveness. But I was done playing by his rules."And what exactly do you plan to do Carmen?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.I squared my shoulders, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I'll do whatever i
I celebrated with Jake, reveling in the freedom I had finally reclaimed from Carmen, my scheming wife, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. For months, I had been under her control, forced to bend to her will and follow her every command. But now, I was free. And I intended to make the most of it.Jake and I attended party after party, drinking and carousing until the early hours of the morning. The alcohol flowed freely, and soon, we were both thoroughly drunk and wasted. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the feeling of liberation, the sense of power and control that I had long been denied.As we stumbled from one party to the next, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of finally taking back what was rightfully mine. Carmen had underestimated me, thinking that she could keep me under her thumb forever. But she was wrong. Dead wrong.As the night wore on, Jake and I found ourselves in a seedy nightclub, surrounde
"But seriously, Sean," Jake said, his expression turning serious once more. "You need to be careful. Carmen may not be threatening you now, but that doesn't mean she won't try something in the future. We need to stay one step ahead of her at all times."I nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in once more. Despite Jake's prank, Carmen was still out there, and she still posed a threat. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for a moment."I know, Jake," I said. "I won't let her get the better of me again. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and those I care about."Jake smiled, a sense of pride evident in his eyes. “One more important thing, Sean, don’t get involved with any woman since you are still legally married to Carmen, that would prove badly on your reputation so forget about the new girl you just met at the club.” “Remember Lily? the girl that you met in a bar eons ago that ended up being a liar and a thief.”As Jake's words sunk in, I felt a mix of
"Mom, what's going on here?" I walked into our home and was met with two men armoured in expensive monochrome suits standing by the door and an older man probably in his 60's sitted on our black leather couch with my mother. Even with the smile he flashed in my direction I could sense he was no good. The man had jet black hair with streaks of grey; sleeked back with gel and cut razor thin. Unlike his guards, he wore a crispy ironed plain white shirt and navy blue trousers."Carmen Honey, come sit" She tapped the space on the couch close to her.I sat down. Unsure of what was going on and doubtful it was anything good."Honey this is Mr Whitney. He was a friend of your father's" I heard Mom say."Good to finally meet you" the man said, with a tight smile, extending his hands from where he sat. I took his hands and forced a quick nod.He turned to my mother and said; "I believe I'm done here Maria, do well to review the documents and my lawyers will be in touch. I'm sorry once again
The wedding reception was terrible, we'd discovered that my husband left because he wasn't ready to put up with everyone anymore than I wanted. I was left to suffer the stares and whispering from Nosy guests. It was morning and I was now a Whitney. I woke up in Sean's bed and he was nowhere to be seen. Why does this man always disappear?He hates me so much he can't even stand my presence? I scanned the room. The window across the bed was huge and it let in sunlight that almost blinded me. The walls were painted a solid grey, there were little to no furniture. No dresser, just a side table. It had so much space that could fit a whole furniture set so I wondered why it looked empty, no pictures hanging on the walls or on the table, only three shirts in the closet. I noticed one of the closets was locked; "creepy" I thought. I'd slept well, it felt like I slept on clouds, the bed was the only comforting thing in this room. My stomach rumbled reminding me I hadn't eaten since ye
I sat in my office trying to finish with the paperworks I had for the day but all I could think of was the woman currently living in my home. To say I was stunned when she walked out this morning would be an understatement. No woman has ever walked out on me. Not even my late wife, Mira. They all knew their place, knew when to speak and when to be quiet but this woman didn't care. She was uncontrollably and ballsy, must I add. I'd given her simple ground rules but she countered giving me her own. I hate when women tried to be in control. It triggers something in me, something dangerous and overpowering. I enjoyed seeing her whimper. Women like her are Pathetic and weak I hadn't expect the attitude I got, to even think she's so young. She doesn't have any idea what she's gotten herself into. I was lost in thought and didn't notice my father walk into the office."Good evening son." His greeting brought me back to reality."Good evening Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked loo
I left the study frightened, I hated him, I couldn't believe he put his hands on me, regarding me as his property. I felt sick standing outside that door, my wrist was hurting and the cut on my finger from the broken glass was already treated and covered. I didn't miss the terror in his eyes. Something is definitely wrong with that man, my gut feeling is never wrong, and right now it's stronger than ever. Something was wrong and I'd find out what even if it meant opening those doors he'd instructed me not to open. I made up my mind to find out what secrets he was hiding as soon as he leaves the house tomorrow morning. Retiring to the desolated room I got ready for bed, pondering on every possibility of what I'd find behind those hidden doors. >>>>I was up at sunrise. The sun rays seeped in through the window and hit my eyes waking me from my uncomfortable slumber. I observed the room and of course, Sean did not sleep here. I stood from the bed and went into th