LOGIN"Good morning miss Ashbourne" the long row of staff greeted as grace ashborne walked into the office
"good morning" she said as she walked by the envious eyes of woman followed her while some guys who had the guts admire her beauty. "What's stopping me from firing you right now elvis" "You can miss Ashbourne but definitely not over this" her gay assistant elvis said . "I specifically told you i didn't want anything to do with that city but still you did this" everyone cleared the way as she walked by "Miss Ashbourne, You're a talent that should be displayed, your cooking skills are amazing" "Flattery seriously Elvis, and i'm not a doll that needs to be displayed" "M....m....mi...miss a...ash....bourne" her secretary linda stammered. She paused and turned to stare at her "linda quit stammering or get out" her voice harsh and cold making linda flinch but she didn't care "Yes.....yes ma" she said try to make her voice steady "Where's frank" she asked walking into her office "Playing poker ma'am" Linda placed a cup of coffee infront of her "seriously poker" elvis nodded, she sighed "he's 80 not 18" she sipped the coffee but scrunched her nose spiiting it out. "Linda how do i like my coffee" "B..black ma'am" her hands trembled slightly "You've been walking here for how many months now" "6...Months ma'am" "And you still cant get my coffee right" "I'm sorry..." she raised her hands cutting her off "Elvis find me a new secretary "Linda broke down in tears "Linda darling" she said staring at a document "you lasted longer than other, so i will send you to work in the new branch— if by the time i get there. You're still..... Not ready then...."she looked up. "I will...be.. ma'am" linda said and walked out "You're scaring them off" elvis said "Sadly it didn't work for you" she signed the documents and closed it "Ive got a meeting if i remember correctly" she stood up and walked out. ************ " Really frank liquor in coffee shop" Grace sat down the waiter quickly rushed to her side" "Black coffee no sugar right ma'am" the waiter asked but she simply ignored him. You're mean" frank an old man in his eighties who still lived like a teenager "I learnt from the best" the waiter dropped her coffee, and frank laughed "How's life going" he asked after the laughter died down "Good i closed five deal yesterday, and ive finally secure all dealings with U&C" "Not buisness grace—How are you doing" "I'm good" she said avoiding eye contact "Grace" he called his voice stern She sighs " What do you want me to say frank" she takes a deep breath "i dont know who the fuck i am where I'm from or who the father of my kids are" "We all put an effort into it" she said and frank just shook his head "It is not your fault grace" he placed his hands on her but she pulled away "i dont na...." He cuts her off "You're name is grace, my daughter grace, and who cares about the kids dad they've got me and xander" he said his voice growing soft and comforting"You're strong grace, stronger than me even" she laughed "True, when i saw you hanging by that cliff seven years ago, i knew it, you're different Grace and you past should stop holding you back you are talented relentless in all your life pursuit, you saved my company grace" "I have an old friend, who wants to build a house for his grandson... Think you can handle that" "Sure thing frank anything for youThe hall was still vibrating with shock.Whispers rippled through the crowd like wildfire—names, guesses, disbelief.But Grace stood at the center of it all, unmoving.Composed.Untouchable.Her gaze slowly swept across the room… until it landed on Nora.Nora was still standing.shaking. pointing like the world owed her an explanation.“You think you can just come back like this?” Nora’s voice cracked as she laughed bitterly. “After everything—you expect us to believe you’re not her?”Grace tilted her head slightly.Calm.Almost bored.“I don’t expect anything from you,” she said quietly.That silence hit harder than any shout.Nora stepped forward again, her voice rising.“You’re Clarice! You’re doing this to get back at me! You’re obsessed—”“Security.”Grace didn’t even raise her voice.Just one word.Cold. Final.The entire hall froze.Two security guards stepped forward instantly.“Ma’am?” one asked.Grace didn’t look away from Nora.“Remove her.”For a second, Nora didn’t mov
We're going to have run ma'am" Elvis said as they came out from the airport"And why is that" grace asked "Fans” elvis said “lots of them”"Seriously Elvis" she stared at her assistant, who she felt like strangling at the moment."I'm sorry ma'am " her steps quicken as the car came to view a huge fan mob had gathered outside, her footsteps quicken as she got into the car "I'm going to kiil you one day elvis" grace said once they had gotten into the car "Im sorry….” He shut up as grace gave him a deadly glare**************************"Which do you think looks better " Nora asked an absent minded damian "Nora it doesn't matter what you wear" he said still staring at his phone Nora was irritated and annoyed but she smiled and walked towards him "You've been a little off babe is everything alright" she said her hands caressing his chest.He pulled her closer, his kiss rough, almost impatient.Their movements were intense, but his mind wasn’t there.Even in that moment… he wasn’t
"Good morning miss Ashbourne" the long row of staff greeted as grace ashborne walked into the office "good morning" she said as she walked by the envious eyes of woman followed her while some guys who had the guts admire her beauty."What's stopping me from firing you right now elvis" "You can miss Ashbourne but definitely not over this" her gay assistant elvis said ."I specifically told you i didn't want anything to do with that city but still you did this" everyone cleared the way as she walked by"Miss Ashbourne, You're a talent that should be displayed, your cooking skills are amazing""Flattery seriously Elvis, and i'm not a doll that needs to be displayed" "M....m....mi...miss a...ash....bourne" her secretary linda stammered.She paused and turned to stare at her "linda quit stammering or get out" her voice harsh and cold making linda flinch but she didn't care "Yes.....yes ma" she said try to make her voice steady"Where's frank" she asked walking into her office "Playi
Damian's POV "Hmm mh hmmm this smell amazing” Grant my old friend said as he walked into my office “who made this, I know Nora can't cook so” “My Wife “ my chest swelling with pride at the words I loved Nora but she can be a little extra — but things with Clarice are so simple, she's sweet, and she takes notice — about the smallest of things. “your wife — sorry i don't get” “there was a mix up I married Nora sister” “wait hold up bro, Nora has a sister” “yes she does” “i never heard that the walton had another daughter” he said pin pointing a fact I never looked at “, its like she was hidden —and brought out only when needed” he added It all never made sense. Why would a 18 year old marry her elder sjsters boyfriend. Or why Nora wasn't there that day. Could it be…… “can i have a taste” he asked his hands inching towards the plate but i slapped it away He chuckled “i never thought i would see this day” “shut up” __________ I sat at the head of the board
My eyes shut opened Everything suddenly made sense his apologies He thought i was I felt sickened at the thought I pushed him off me but it didn't buldge, he grabed my hands fiercely he thrust into me sharply, Shame humiliated and embarrassed, i just lay there like his personal sex, toy, tears spilling from my eyes I shut my eyes tightly wishing i could just disappear. I woke up before the sun rose and quickly, got to work, every part of me was aching but i could only whimper. I stared at the breakfast tray and the packed lunch and then quietly walked back to my room. I lay down crying, and hoping things would change by the time i woke up __________ Author's POV For the first time… Damian noticed. The tray was different. He stood in the dining room, staring at the neatly arranged dishes. The aroma was familiar—comforting in a way he couldn’t explain. “you made this?” he asked coldly. The maid bowed her head. “Y-yes, sir.” He picked up
The kitchen had become my only escape Every morning, before anyone woke up, I would quietly prepare breakfast. And every night, long after everyone had gone to bed, I would cook again. Not for myself For him Damian I didn’t know why I kept doing it Maybe it was habit Maybe it was hope Or maybe… I was just foolish. I carefully arranged the dishes on the tray, making sure everything looked perfect Just the way he liked it Even though he didn’t know it was me. The maids always took the credit. And I let them Because it was easier that way. Easier than facing his cold eyes Easier than hearing his harsh words again. --- Days turned into weeks. And still… he never knew. --- That afternoon, I was in the kitchen again when I heard footsteps. I froze. Nora. She walked in slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. Her eyes scanned the counter before landing on the food I had just prepared. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Well… w







