MasukSimone was having a restless night, and she found it hard to keep still in bed, even though she wished she wouldn’t wake William.
There were so many things to consider. She recalled the picture on her bedside table, and also the envelope in which there was no doubt some kind of message — which William didn’t share with her — and the shivers running down her spine made her still.
She recalled how unsafe she had felt, how scared
Simone hadn’t hesitated to seek out Colette, under the pretense of making-up for their previous lost time when they went to the spa.Her security detail remained at another table, their presence looming, almost threatening, and Simone felt like she could barely breathe properly.Out of nervousness, she had arrived twenty minutes early, and thus she waited. Doing so, she texted her best friend.Don’t freak out. Buy 3 pregnancy tests sweetie.Simone looked at the text, and though she didn’t fear judgment as much as before, she still hesitated for a moment there before hitting send.Colette’s response was a devil emoji, and Simone felt herself lighten up immediately. She sipped on her lemon juice, which served to suppress the nausea bubbling up inside her, and simply waited.Before long, Colette was approaching the table where Simone was, with slow cal
Simone hadn’t struggled nearly as much as she would have hoped earlier, but she didn’t hesitate to scream for help the moment she woke up in a desolate place. A quick look around told her she was alone, and that was both reassuring and worrisome at the same time.Even though she was bound to a chair, she could barely grasp the fact that she had been abducted.Why was she even a target?She had always been a bit of a quiet kid, never mingling with the wrong crowds, never hurting someone intentionally… And as a woman, her shyness evolved some more, and she became naturally repulsed by everything that would put her in the spotlight.Not the time to think about that, she bit on her bottom lip nervously as she heard the approaching footsteps.The figure who approached her was tall, wore casual clothes that would make blending in a crowd easy, and a mask over his fac
Simone’s anxiety made it hard for her to enjoy the massage, even though she could hear Colette sigh and hum contently every minute or so. The massage was no doubt delightful, but her thoughts, which seemed to spiral out of control, didn’t allow her to feel peaceful.Indeed, the mere thought that she might be pregnant ruined her mood.Before long, as they were ushered to the salon for their blow-dry, she could no longer remain still or calm. She needed to know, the sooner, the better.“I’m going to hit the drugstore,” she declared as she rose to her feet, and Colette looked at her with puzzlement in her eyes.“What for?” Her best friend asked, a little bit of a frown marring her face.“I’ll be right back,” Simone told her with a reassuring smile, although she herself was panicking beyond words, and then made a beeline to
The following weeks went by, like a blur, uneventful and yet packed. Work was busy after all.Simone and Colette had decided to get a spa treatment for their monthly get-together. They made the booking at a popular, albeit affordable, place for the whole package; meaning they were not only getting a hammam and a full-body massage, but also their hair done.Simone was pumped about it, and agreed to meet her best friend there, at 10 am sharp.And because she was as unlucky as they came, she stumbled upon the Summers sisters. They had just emerged from a nearby shop, of which the mere brand name suggested they were there to spend a fortune. How typical!She did her best to ignore them, act as if she hadn’t seen them, and was just about ready to go inside the spa, when Carla let out in a mocking tone of voice, “Well, if it isn’t the gold digger herself.”Simon
“I honestly cannot understand those women,” Simone let out in a tone of mild dejection as she leaned against William’s frame, on their ride back to the penthouse that evening.Indeed, she didn’t understand the purpose of their scheming. Sure, they fancied William, but did they really think that was the way to a man’s heart?Admittedly, Simone didn’t really know what William saw in her to begin with, but that was not the point.“And why would you want to understand them, Angel?” He chuckled, his gaze as tender as ever, settling over her face lovingly, when she knew all too well how it could act like a sensual caress at times. “If you must know, Carla Summers had a thing for me.”“Has a thing for you,” she corrected without missing a beat.“When her father and I were on a business trip, many year
Carla Summers belonged to the elite, la crème de la crème, as some would put it. And if her mannerisms were any indication, the woman was rarely ever told no. She was an entitled trust fund baby, with more power among her circle than she should probably have — thanks to her late grandfather’s influence.“Well, if it isn’t the gold digger herself,” the woman let out, her tone biting and full of unmistakable venom.“Well, if it isn’t the haughty trust fund baby,” Simone rolled her eyes, not quite in the mood to deal with her.“Why, you little…!” The woman all but exploded, having no doubt expected Simone to be meek and all smiles, even as she took insults. “Know your place.”That one stung, if Simone was honest, but she didn’t let it show on her face, and had a ready response for that.“I do
The reporters that were swarming the entrance to the underground parking lot of the company’s building were no joke. It was obvious that the press conference’s revelations had been nothing short of extraordinary.William, having thought ahead of time, had hired se
Simone and William were drunk on one another, half aware but completely uncaring of the storm brewing outside their bubble.There were bound to be many articles published about them, about their peculiar relationship — at the heart of which they were stepsbilings.
It was Sunday morning when William received a call from his uncle. He naturally expected a good berating, and maybe some lamenting too… And he knew his uncle would deliver, given the chance.“How could you ruin everything your father worked for?” He bellowe
Chinese food was good, but it was even better when there was someone to share it with. Sharing truly was caring after all.Simone and William mostly ate in silence, save for the occasional, “Oh, this is so good!” or “You should try this.”William’s mind was elsewhere, however, as he thought of his







