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The room was alive with happiness as Flora jubilated, knowing that in a few hours, every TV station and blogger would be buzzing about her wedding to David Thompson, the president of the Oregon group of companies."As the heiress of Seraphims Holding, I only deserve the best," Flora declared from where she lay on the bed, with Andrew planting kisses on her neck and along her jawline."You know I will compensate you handsomely. I panicked when I found out David had regained his memory but didn't want me anymore. I thought everything was over, after years of patiently waiting," Flora confessed, a smile playing on her lips."I've told you that you don't have any problems. Since you've opened up to me about your true feelings and that it's me you love, and only his money you desire, since you've promised that it's my child you'll carry in his house, then I don't have any issues. The wedding is set to proceed, and in a few hours, you'll be Mrs. Thompson officially, but inwardly, you'll be M
Instantly, the air around David crackled with tension. He swiftly shed his suit, the fabric feeling heavy in his trembling as he handed it over to Richard, who felt like crying at the back of his boss—this was all his boss had been working for in the past few months: to have Miss Rowan to himself finally, without fear of Flora hurting her again. Just then, James' phone buzzed, interrupting the silence that engulfed the atmosphere. Seeing the caller, James picked up at once. "Hello, babe," James said into the phone, drawing curious glances from David and Richard. To them, only Rowan would receive such a nickname. Seeing their suspicious gazes, he switched the phone to loudspeaker. "Hi, Naomi, you can speak now," James invited. "Miss Rowan has been rushed to the hospital. She's unable to fly; she started having contractions before she entered the plane," Naomi informed them. Before James could reply, David snatched the phone from his hands. "Miss Naomi, this is her husband at the ho
A beautiful morning, rays of mellow sunlight filtered through the windows and shone on David's eyes.Being a sleepyhead, he hated seeing the rays of sunlight in his room early in the morning. He always warned his family housemaid to close his window curtains, because of the rays of early morning sunlight."I'm going to kill her," he cursed under his breath with his closed eyes as the sunlight reflected in the room.Yet he still lay limply on the bed, like a broken doll draped in a heavy blanket. Just as he turned to the other side, to close the curtains, with his eyes closed, he hit his face on something warm, and he startled out of his sleep.He wondered what he had hit his face with, forcibly he opened his eyelids and bolted up to a sitting posture, whipping his head around in wide-eyed confusion.After taking a moment to force sleep away from his eyes, he couldn't recognize the room he was in."This is not my room!" He was startled.He closed his eyes back, perhaps thinking he must
Rowan's life had changed dramatically after her one night stand with David. He used every opportunity to insult her and belittle her. Despite his attempts to relieve her of her job, his parents staying with him made it difficult.Whenever David's parents asked why he wanted Rowan gone, he struggled to find a reliable answer. He couldn't betray his parents' trust by revealing the truth about his relationship with their housemaid.David knew that the only solution was to move out and live in a separate mansion, but his parents wouldn't allow it. As their only child, they were unwilling to let him go. The only way he could persuade them was to get married.David had been considering proposing to his girlfriend, Flora, but he didn't want anyone to think that he was only marrying her to attain the position of President of his father's company. He knew that he was next in line for the position, but his uncle was against him.To avoid any potential rumors or backlash, David decided that he w
David sat behind a massive mahogany desk, with a towering bookcase on his left, filled with leather-bound volumes and expensive art objects. The walls were decorated with tasteful abstract paintings, and the air was infused with the scent of fresh flowers in a crystal vase. His laptop and a pile of papers were neatly arranged on his desk, with a Montblanc pen resting on a notepad. The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that overlooked the bustling city below.David worked on his laptop, his sharp features and chiseled jawline were accentuated by the dim lighting, and his bespoke suit hugged his muscular frame perfectly. He exuded an air of confidence and authority as if he owned the world and everything in it.His brows furrowed in concentration as he typed away on the keyboard. He was a man who prided himself on his success, and nothing was going to stand in the way of that.Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door, and David's secretary burst into the office,
David walked into his family's house, expecting to see his mother in her usual calm state. But as he entered the living room, he saw her sitting on the sofa, her face twisted in anger. Next to her, Rowan was trembling and looking down at the ground."Good afternoon, Mom. What's going on?" David asked, trying to keep his voice steady.His mother ignored his greeting and pointed an accusing finger at Rowan. "Do you know what this girl has done?" she hissed. "She's pregnant, and she says you're the father!"David felt his heart thumping out of his chest. He looked at Rowan, who was still shivering, and then back at his mother. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.His mother stood up, her voice rising. "How could you do this, David? And with a maid, of all people! Did you even think about the consequences?David didn't know what to say. He knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't think it would come to this. His mother's anger was palpable, and he could feel the disappoin
David's lips inched closer to Rowan's, her heart fluttered with a mix of nervousness and longing. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the touch she secretly craved, even though she knew deep down that David didn't love her. Still, in her quiet submission, she hoped to win his affection, willing to endure the pain and humiliation that came with it.Just as their lips were about to meet, a sudden buzzing from David's phone shattered the fragile moment. David's gaze fell upon the screen of the phone, revealing Flora's name as the caller. He removed his hand from the wall, leaving Rowan standing there, her desires unfulfilled.David's lips formed a sly grin as he turned his gaze back to Rowan, finding her eyes still closed. She didn't want him to witness her desire for his kiss, afraid of the scorn he might cast upon her. With her eyes shut, she hoped that he would take the phone call as a chance to exit the room without catching her in such a vulnerable state."Did you think I woul
David arrived at Flora's luxurious mansion, parking his car and making his way towards the entrance. He had been invited under the pretense that Flora was unwell, but as he stepped inside the room, he found her standing there, elegantly dressed in a transparent nightgown, radiating an unexpected vitality.A mixture of surprise and suspicion crossed David's face as he broke the silence. "Flora, did you trick me into coming here? You don't seem sick at all."Flora, her lips curved into a seductive smile, met his gaze. "What did you expect, darling?" Her voice dripped with intrigue.As Flora tapped her toes on the ground, she slowly closed the distance between them, wrapping her hand around his arm. Sensing her intentions, David managed to subtly evade her grasp, his eyes fixed on her. "Flora, I must return home. I came here because you said you needed me."A flicker of anger danced in Flora's eyes, and she turned, backing David, her voice tinged with disappointment. "So, you'd rather sp