Mary stormed to her room, bolting the door as she got in and headed straight for the sofa. She dumped herself on it and continued eating from her bowl of fruit, but she was seething inside.The audacity he had. How dare he come back home after so long? The only thing he could say was, "Hey, I got your message."Mary was seething in her seat. Has he always been this nonchalant and uncaring, or has she just been ignoring it all this time? She couldn’t help but wonder.Well, it didn’t matter what the answer was because it ends today. She was done being the doormat he could just toss aside. Starting today, it was a new Mary.She stilled as she heard footsteps coming close to her door, and her ears perked as they listened for movements. But the footsteps stopped just in front of her door, and there was silence.The footsteps resumed, but this time away from her, and Mary sighed in frustration.He was such a coward.If she could have her way, she would have spent the rest of her day in her
"Oh fuck." Mary cursed as she saw the doctor approaching her. The only time she decided to unwind and let loose was when he decided to be here.She sighed, lifting her eyes to the sky; only there was a ceiling preventing her. Why was the universe out to get her?"Well hello? Mary, is it?""Oh hi. Lewis." Mary greeted him cheerfully, still slightly tipsy from all the drinks. "Fancy seeing you here?"Lewis chuckled, finding her assuming. "I should be asking you that. I live here, and I am familiar with some people here. You are the one that is sort of a stranger here.""Yea. I live.." She gestured outside the door and frowned. Where exactly did she live again?"Let me pour you a drink." The bartender said to Lewis, already reaching for a bottle of wine on the shelf."There is no need for that. I am not staying long." He refused the drink."Oh, that is alright. You can pour me his share; I would take it." Mary offered and swerved to grab the glass. But a firm hand stopped her."I don’t t
The next day, Mary was no better; no matter how much Nicholas had tried to seek an audience with her, she always found a way to escape. Gone are the days when she was the one begging for his attention.She didn’t have such time; instead, she had taken to exploring—a harmless one, though.It began when Nicholas had come back from work rather early, unlike his usual self, and he found a strange lady sitting in his living room and his son playing around the house.Nicholas was alarmed, and he entered quietly in order not to startle the lady while his hands reached for his phone to call 911."Oh, you are back. Good evening, Mr. Harrington. I will be taking my leave now." The lady stood up to go, but Nicholas prevented her."Who are you, and why are you in my house?" Nicholas asked; he still had the police on speed dial and was ready to call them if necessary."I am the babysitter your wife hired. Here." She stood up and handed him something that seemed to be a card. Nicholas eyed the card
Mary didn’t end up getting a divorce.No matter how she tried, Nicholas refused to sign the papers. But they got separated.She had moved out of the mansion to get her own accommodations in a bid to find herself. She had gotten a new apartment away from the hustle and bustle of New York City.She was willing to start afresh, and she hoped that the new environment would help.His friends have been against it, especially Helena, seeing she had moved there in search of her and was given a job by Nicholas.But Mary had reassured her that there was no need for all that. Helena had no issue with Nicholas, so there was no need to try to quit her job.But Mary had refused Nicholas help; I mean, there was no need to when she had his credit card and did whatever she wanted with it.But she had chosen to spend it wisely.She had gotten a job as a model for a small clothing line that deals with curvy ladies, and Mary liked every bit of it. She got free clothes every now and then, so it was an adde
"In a shocking turn of events, Nicholas Harrington, the billionaire son and influential figure, has once again found himself entangled in a web of scandalous activities. The heir of Harrington Holdings, known for his lavish lifestyle and controversial reputation, has left the public in utter disbelief with his latest transgressions...." Nicholas Harrington, the young heir in question, was currently lying eagle-spread on the bed; his dark brown hair was so scattered on the bed that it looked like a bird nest. He had been out partying all night and was only able to get home safely with the help of his best friend, Cameron. Nicholas was currently sleeping soundly, oblivious to the storm that had been gathering outside. Sebastian Harrington, as his father was called, was the founder of Harrington Holding, a huge company that focuses mainly on car rentals and the sale of cars. He had managed to build the company from scratch through his determination and hard work, getting little help f
The young heir stood in shock, refusing to believe what he had just heard. "Haha." He attempted to laugh, but as Nicholas saw that his father wasn't smiling, he quickly sobered up. "What the hell, dad?" "Language." Sebastian chided sternly, his face contorting to form a frown. "Sorry dad. But I beg to disagree. You can't just send me off to get married. That is forced marriage." Nicholas protested. The last thing he had in mind was getting married; he was still young and had a lot of things to experience. Marriage would fuck all that. "I wish I could, Nik. But I won't tolerate this nonsense from you anymore, and I think a wife would just be what you need." Sebastian has been thinking of ways to get his son grounded. He was the only child, and he couldn't let him continue at the rate he was going. At this point, the company would collapse under his reign. He had decided to seek help from some of his close friends. They were both business associates who grew their multi-million-dolla
The incessant honking of the car disrupted the solemn afternoon in the convent until someone opened the gate and Nicholas drove through it. He was angry that his father had still forced him to come to this stupid convent to pick up his wife, and he wanted everyone to know how pissed he was. Out of everywhere he would have searched, his father chose a fucking convent! If it had been one of the daughters of his rich friends, he would have no problem because at least she would be a good fuck and understand their situation. But a reverend sister? Isn't that illegal? He thought they had taken an oath not to know any men. "Well, I guess human beings lie." He murmured to himself as he packed his car where he was directed. He looked at his mirror, ensuring he looked his best before he came down from his vehicle. "Oh, sister Janet." Nicholas greeted her with fake enthusiasm as he saw a familiar face. "I am happy to see you." "And likewise you. Your father told me about your predicament."
"Remove the undergarments also." Nicholas demanded. The words were out of his mouth before he could think of them. He could see a hint of that soft, pale skin, and it tempted him. He wanted more. No, he needed to see more, and that was why the words were spilling out of his mouth. Mary looked at sister, Martha, in question, her eyebrows raised. Was this in accordance with the Bible? She had wanted to ask, but she knew that would earn her a slap from the good sister for being so disobedient. No man had ever seen her in such a state, and now this man had just demanded it. Sister Martha gave her a nod, urging her on. The sister had no idea why Nicholas wanted to see Mary naked; no client had ever asked for that. But she couldn't risk having him walk away without settling for Mary. They were offering her a whopping sum of $50k and she would be dumb not to accept it. "Go on, Mary. Don't keep the young man waiting." Mary did as she was told and began to remove the black undergarment