"Thanks, Rachel. I'll take it from here." Charlene dismissed the sweet and kind housekeeper as soon as she had her husband settled on the couch.She quickly fussed over her husband, thinking she owed it to take care of him. After all, he was in this screwed up situation because of her. She grabbed a blanket and covered it on her husband's body as he sat comfortably on the couch. Then, she asked if he wanted something to eat."You must be hungry." She remembered it had been hours since he had had a light meal at the hospital. Her husband must be starving. She was as her stomach growled for the third time. Quickly, she asked Rachel to prepare something for them."Charlie, have you seen my phone?" Isaac asked when his wife returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray of food.He was not particularly concerned about eating, but he needed to contact his assistant. He had an important meeting scheduled that morning. He required an update."What are you doing?" She hurriedly put the tray of
"All done." The woman at the desk gathered the papers she had signed. "You can take your husband home, Mrs. Saunders."She nodded at the kind woman, but she still felt odd hearing people call her by her new surname. It still felt surreal to think she was the wife of a billionaire.Mrs. Charlene Saunders.However, she knew she should not get used to it since it would not last long. Eventually, this show would end. Then, she would go back to her regular life.Ms. Charlene PrestonAdmittedly, she thought it did not have the same effect. It did not sound as prestigious as her husband's name. Nonetheless, she did not care.She would not let her name or status define who she was."Thanks." She turned away from the woman, glad that she could finally take her husband home and get out of there.She always found the place dreary and suffocating, despite its bright hallways, white walls, and ample air conditioning and ventilation. "I hope I won't be back here anytime soon." She mumbled as she w
"Son of a bitch! That fucking hurt." He grabbed the back of his skull as the headache persisted. It was as if his head was splitting in two.Next, he gradually forced his eyes open, confused by the bright light and the strong antiseptic smell that bombarded his nose.Damn! What just happened?The last thing he remembered was inviting his wife to dinner. Then, everything went black."Isaac, do you remember anything?" Finally, he heard a familiar voice.Not much.He thought.Wait! What was his friend doing here?It did not make sense, as his muddled brain tried to piece together the missing puzzle."Where am I, man?" He asked, ignoring the other man's question as he sought answers.He rubbed his eyes, blinking twice until he removed the cobwebs that seemed to blur his vision. Then, he squinted his eyes one more time, ensuring that this was not just an elaborate dream."You're in the hospital, my friend. You had an accident and hit your head." The man in a white coat notified him of his c
Three days!"How much of this could she still take?" She closed her eyes, held her breath, and tried very hard not to shout her frustration.It had been three days since she had started working on her new project. Usually, she worked well with her colleagues. But she guessed this was the exception."Uughh!" Sadly, a girl had her limits, and she had just reached hers.She remembered coming to the shoot thirty minutes early that morning. Of course, she did not want to be late again, not after what happened to her on her first day.But damn! Just her bad luck!She just had to bump into her, Ms. Famous Star Lauren Fucking Quinn, as she entered the dressing area. Then, just as her famous name suggested, the darn witch started acting like she was the freakin queen."Can you get me a coffee, dear?" Although it sounded like a request, she knew the woman was barking orders as if she owned the place and everyone else was at her beck and call."Charlotte, could you be a dear and pick up this mess
"Hey, Matt, what's with the long face?" His friend asked as he drove off the Saunders main office building after meeting with his number one competitor. First of all, he wanted to see who he was competing against, to put a face on the name. Second, he had to meet the man who had taken the person who mattered to him the most. "It's nothing, Easton. It has just been a long day." But it was clear, it was not nothing. If he was being honest, it bothered him to learn that Charlie was already married. To make it worse, she married his biggest rival and the man he hated the most. "I don't know, man. You had been off since we arrived in the States." Easton looked at him with narrowed eyes. It was as if his friend was studying him, trying to decipher what was wrong with him. He could not deny that his friend had hit a spot. He had waited for this moment for so long that now that he was here, he could not help but think he might blow it up. He had been distracted from his plans since he ha
"Here is the file you asked for." Donald handed him the first folder. "Then, here is the information we gathered on Mr. Mathew Clayton." His assistant pushed another folder onto his table. Isaac set aside the first file and opened the folder that contained his business rival's profile. He would be honest. He was extremely curious. However, his interest might not stem solely from their business feud but more likely from this man's relationship with his wife. "He is the only son of Mr. Robert Clayton." Donald summarized the report. "Based on our digging, our investigator discovered that Mr. Clayton's son went missing when he was around five." According to the report, Mr. Clayton's wife, Mrs. Stacy, accidentally lost their child at the park. Mathew was playing with the other kids when suddenly he was gone. Initially, the authorities assumed it was kidnapping. But after a few days of no ransom demand, they concluded that it might be something else. "Then, after years of searching, th