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“This is your final warning,” the landlord said coldly over the phone.
Gabriella held the eviction notice she had found taped to her door that morning with trembling hands.
“Sir, please, I just need a little more time,” she begged.
“More time?” he yelled, “Your rent is already two weeks overdue!”
“I know, sir, but please. I promise, I’ll pay soon. It’s just that things are a bit difficult right now.”
“How is that any of my concern?” her landlord spat. “If you can’t pay up, then pack your things and get out.”
“But Sir…”
The line went dead.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Gabriella slowly lowered the phone, dragging a hand across her face, as a wave of frustration hit her. If she didn't get this job today, she wouldn't just lose her apartment.
She would lose everything.
Groaning deeply, she rumpled the eviction notice into a ball and threw it into the bin.
She couldn't think about that right now. She had to stay focused today.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!!!”
Gabriella lifted her purple blouse from the ironing board and stared at it, her stomach sinking. It was her favourite, and she planned to wear it to her interview this morning, but now it was ruined, the burnt fabric mocked her.
“Seriously?”
Letting out a frustrated breath, she flung the blouse to a corner and hurried to her closet, trying to find something else to wear. Reaching for a red satin blouse that hugged her chest a little too tightly, she pulled it off the hanger and examined it.
Putting her hands through the sleeves, she stepped in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom to assess her appearance. She had mid-length brown hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders, with matching brown eyes that complemented her round face perfectly. Pressing her full lips to a thin line, she stared at her five-two petite body frame.
“Not bad, I guess,” she concluded.
Walking out of her bedroom, she checked the time on her kitchen clock. It was already 8:20 AM.
Her chest tightened.
After seven long months without a job, today was her only shot. She had finally secured an interview. It wasn't just any interview, but an interview to be the CEO’s secretary at the prestigious KINGSTON ENTERPRISES. One of the biggest companies that produces the best smart home devices in New York.
This was her last chance to make things work. A lot was riding on the outcome of today.
“I'd better hurry.”
She gulped down the last of her coffee and put the mug in her dishwasher, turning it on. She was about to leave the kitchen when she realised something was wrong. The dishwasher wasn’t working.
Stepping closer to examine it, she pushed the square button again, but nothing happened.
Gabriella let out a small, humourless laugh.
“God, I really need this job.” She breathed as she looked up to the ceiling of her apartment, begging for patience to survive the day. It was almost as if the devil was hell-bent on frustrating her. Today was important, and it honestly wasn’t off to a good start.
Walking away from the kitchen, Gabriella grabbed her purse, which contained all the belongings she needed for the day, and stepped out of her tiny apartment into the hallway.
“When I come back here today, I will be employed, and things will get better.”
It was like a prayer to the universe. Things just had to get better, or else she was really done for.
Taking the steps two at a time, she got to the bottom of her apartment building and waved at her neighbour, who always sat at the bottom of the stairs in his wheelchair on mornings like this, watching people go in and out.
“Big day today, isn’t it?” The man said as he beamed a smile at Gabriella. He was probably the oldest man who lived in the building. Although he was disabled, he always had an enthusiasm about him that made Gabriella like him.
“Yes, Mr Austin, you remembered.” She laughed as she approached the elderly man.
“Well, of course missy. How could I forget my favourite neighbour’s big interview, and even if I did forget, your outfit would give it all away. You look amazing, darling.”
“Thank you, Sir, you flatter me too much.”
‘Did she look beautiful?’ She thought to herself.
Well, she hoped so because even though this outfit wasn’t her first choice, she needed to make a good first impression at that interview.
“I have to go now, but have a good day, sir.”
“Good luck, little lady.” Mr Austin called after her as she quickened her steps.
“Thank you so much,” she shouted back as she stepped out of the dull ambience of her run-down apartment complex and into the hustle and bustle of New York City.
She really needed that good luck today, she thought to herself.
They say that anyone can make it here. “So take it all, the city is yours”- Gabriella remembered those lyrics from a song in the popular musical, “Annie.” She recalled sitting on the floor in the general living area back at the group home when she was in foster care. She used to imagine her life would be as spontaneous as that. Bump into a rich billionaire and have her life change automatically for the better. Unfortunately, this was real life, and her billionaire never came.
Finally hailing a taxi, she opened the door and stepped into the vehicle.
“Where to, ma’am?” The driver looked at her through the mirror and asked.
“Kingston Enterprises, and please hurry.”
She couldn’t be late.
“Will do.” The middle-aged man replied and stepped on the gas.
Gabriella let her head rest on the window, sighing deeply. She had rehearsed everything she needed to say at her interview many times in front of her mirror just to make sure she was ready.
“I’m Gabriella Whyte, and I am the perfect fit for this position.”
She had repeated those words so many times to herself and even practised her “professional smile.”
Her past lingered in the back of her mind. Growing up in foster care, she never really had a family, like everyone else. She never got adopted, so by the time she turned eighteen, she was on her own.
She fought her way through college with a whole lot of on-campus jobs and student loans. Loans that were now due and piling up.
And now, after everything, she was dangerously close to losing it all.
“Ma’am, we’re here.” The driver pulled her out of her daydream.
“Oh, right. Thank you.”
She opened her purse and scrambled for some dollar bills to give to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.
Getting out, she stood in front of the tall building and literally had to tilt her head all the way to see the top. It was massive.
“Kingston Enterprises.” She breathed deeply, straightening her skirt and making sure her top was still tucked in snugly.
“Here goes nothing,” she said as she walked briskly towards the entrance.
This interview was supposed to save her life.
She had spent months searching for an opportunity like this. For something that could finally fix things for her. However, walking into Kingston Enterprises wouldn't just change her situation, it would drag her into something far bigger than she was prepared for.
And the scariest part?
She didn't have a choice.
Gabriella was dreaming. But it didn't feel like a dream.It felt…real.Too real.His hand was on her cheek again.Warm and steady.The same way it had been the night before.“Alexander…”His name slipped from her lips, barely a whisper.There was no hesitation this time.No interruptionNo distance.His lips brushed against hers.Soft and deliberate.Gabriella’s eyes snapped open.Her breath came out sharp as she stared at the ceiling.For a moment, she didn't move. Her heart was still racing.Still caught in something that wasn't real.Slowly, she pushed herself up, dragging a hand over her face.“..No.”The word came out under her breath.Firm.Like she was correcting something.She swung her legs off the bed, forcing herself upright.Her mind replayed it again.The look in his eyes.The way he leaned in.Her chest tightened.“This is ridiculous,” she whispered.But the feeling didn't leave.She stood up quickly, pacing across the room.‘It was just the tension from the night,’ she
The night slowly drew to a close.The music softened, conversations lost their edge, and the tension that had once gripped the room dissolved into polite laughter and quiet networking. Glasses were now clinking faintly, and people offered lazy smiles. But Gabriella felt it.The difference.She stood beside Alexander as another guest approached, offering congratulations with a measured smile.“You make a lovely couple,” the man said, glancing between them.Gabriella returned the smile. “Thank you.”It was different now.Before, the looks had been sharp. Questioning and judgmental.Now they were careful.Respectful, even.But not because they suddenly liked her. It was more of a controlled uncertainty.And uncertainty made people cautious.Alexander barely reacted by her side. He offered a polite nod before guiding her away, his hand resting softly on her back.A few feet away, a donation table had been set up. Guests moved toward it in small groups, murmuring about causes and contribu
Gabriella walked beside Alexander, her fingers lightly wrapped around his arm, but her grip had tightened without her realizing it.The stage was over.She had handled the eyes, the whispers, the judgment.Now she had to face his parents.Again.She had met them before.She knew what they were like and what to expect. But that was before Alexander made their engagement official by announcing it.Before the word “fiancée” had been said out loud for everyone to hear.Gabriella exhaled slowly, steadying herself as they moved forward.Her eyes fell on them before they reached.Standing slightly apart, watching.Their steps slowed as they approached them.“Good evening, Mum, Dad,” Alexander said smoothly.His mother turned first.Elegant and composed. Exactly how Gabriella remembered.Her gaze moved to Gabriella, taking her in slowly before her lips curved into a warm smile.“That was… quite the speech.”“Good evening, ma'am,” Gabriella greeted politely.She turned to Alexander’s father.
The question didn't just hang in the air. It settled.Heavy and deliberate.Alexander didn't move.“I’m already handling it,” he said calmly.Mr Patrick didn't respond.His gaze lingered, unimpressed.“Handling it?” he repeated slowly. Not an accusation, but not support either.Gabriella's back stiffened.Alexander didn't rush to explain. Instead, he held Mr Patrick’s gaze for a moment before speaking again.“I was actually hoping to speak with you tonight,” he said, his tone steady. “About a business proposal.”“Now?” he scoffed. “While your company is under scrutiny?”His eyes flickered between them.“Maybe you should focus on the crisis you're facing for now.” He turned back to Dennis, who was observing quietly.The words weren't harsh. But they weren't kind either.Gabriella felt the weight of it.Alexander kept his eyes on him.“Actually,” he said evenly. Mr Patrick turned.“I’d like to address the room on that.”That caught his attention.His brows lifted slightly.Gabriella’s
The night had finally arrived.Gabriella stood in front of the mirror, completely still. The silence in the room pressed against her ears like something alive, something waiting.The soft glow of the light traced every detail of her dress with quiet elegance. It fit her perfectly. Just like it had during the fitting.However, tonight it felt different.Heavier.Real.Her curls fell softly, framing her face, and her makeup was light but flattering.Her reflection stared back at her from the full-length mirror. Flawless, composed.Almost unrecognizable.But the girl in the mirror wasn't the one she felt inside.The gala.Everything they had prepared for was happening tonight.Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the fabric, smoothing it down for what felt like the hundredth time.Alexander’s choice.Everything about tonight had been decided long before this moment.Her chest rose slowly as she drew in a breath that didn't quite steady her.This was real now.Not practice, not t
Saturday rolled in calmly, but the air inside the house was anything but.Tension lingered in every corner, thick with anticipation of what was to come.Gabriella threw on her clothes and stared at herself in the mirror. The gala was tomorrow night.Her reflection stared back at her. Composed and put together, but her eyes gave her away.A mix of fear and anxiety twisted deep within her chest, rising with every passing second.Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, she gathered the files from her desk and left the room.Today wasn’t about nerves. It was about preparation.Alexander had called her to meet him in the dining room that morning. They were going to go over everything from how they would act at the gala to pitching the proposal to Mr. Patrick.‘We have no time to lose,’ he had told her.As she walked into the dining room, she found Alexander seated at the head of the table. His laptop opened in front of him, and multiple files splayed across, almost taking up the entire spa
Chapter 18- Under His ControlGabriella’s fingers tightened around the phone as a cold wave of unease washed over her.“I…I’m out,” she stammered.“I know.”She forced herself to respond with a steady voice.“Is something wrong?”There was a brief pause on the other end.“Come home.” The line went
The silence in the car was suffocating. Gabriella sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as the city lights blurred past the window. The tension from the dinner hadn't faded. It followed them, clinging like a second layer.Alexander hadn't said a word since they lef
Gabriella barely slept. Tonight, she would meet the parents of the man she was pretending to be in love with. She knew deep within her that this wasn’t going to be any ordinary dinner.She had dressed carefully, choosing something professional but subtle, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to
8 PM arrived in the twinkling of an eye. The sun had gone down, and the faint sound of crickets and nocturnal insects could be heard in the distance. Gabriella had just changed into her nightdress when a gentle knock came from her door.Throwing on her robe and securing the belt around her waist, s







