Samantha stood in front of her huge mirror, observing her purple long and fitted gown. She had a huge happy smile on her face. She was looking good; so sexy. She turned here and there, checking out herself. "Mabel!" She called out to her maid who walked in few minutes later."Miss Samantha. You called?""How's the dress?" Mabel smiled, huge dimples staining her cheeks. "It is beautiful Miss Samantha. You are looking like a princess."Samantha smiled. "Thank you. Help me select the perfect footwear.""Yes, Miss Samantha." Mabel replied with a bow, turned and walked towards a large shoe rack where different shoes were well arranged.Mabel stood in front of the shoe rack, determining the shoe to pick out. She glanced back at Samantha, looking at her dress one more time. She turned back, picked up a pair of black heels and headed back to Samantha. "This will match perfectly well Miss Samantha.""Thanks Mabel. You can go now.""But...""Just do as I say. I can wear them myself." Samanth

Ethan Welch sat at a corner in front of the bar, watching the stripers dance with his wine in his hand. He always visited the nightclub whenever he wasn't working just to have a drink or two. Tonight was somehow different. He was there not only because he wasn't working, but also because he was anger. Devastated. He has always been a little cool with Samantha's choice because he's never seen her with another man. Ever since Samantha became their top model at Crisp Fashion House, he has always had this soft spot for her. The first time he'd seen her, he was nineteen then....and in his first year at the University.They became friends and over the years, he became her manager... supporting her modeling career not just for anything but to be close to her and to get a chance of making her his one day.Ethan tried his luck four months ago but was immediately turned down. Samantha had said she was not ready to be in a relationship and he'd respected her, hoping to win her heart one day b

"Experts worked on the garden you know. We have quite a lit of gardeners here." Samantha replied as they stood in front of tall beautiful flowers."Hmm. But I wonder why they wouldn't let anyone get into the third garden. The one you told me about."Samantha looked at him and giggled. "Are you curious? Come on.... there's nothing to be curious about. It's just one of my father's nonsense."Tristan smiled. "Your father is quite popular, you know. I would like to meet him too."Samantha rolled her eyes. "My father will never give you audience. Can we just talk about us? About....the contract I mean.""Yeah. We should." Tristan said. He stopped and glanced at Samantha. His eyes dropped to her lips and he slowly moved forward, pinned her hands to her side and kissed her deeply.Samantha breathed in sharply, her eyelids fluttered down as she surrendered to the magical touch on her lips. She tried raising her hands, to feel Tristan's body but couldn't. He kept holding back her hands, makin

"Miss Samantha!" Gianna called, turning fully to face her."What are you doing talking to yourself?" Samantha asked, looking around."Miss Samantha. What are you doing here? You should be in your room.... resting." Gianna said, avoiding Samantha's eyes."I asked you a question, Tyler. What's wrong with you?""Nothing, Miss Samantha. I was just thinking about something."Samantha rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, I will like you to accompany me somewhere later in the day. I will be needing your assistance at the photo studio."Gianna stared at her. "My assistance? I don't think the master would allow me step out of here.""Leave that to me. Just get ready. Tell Layla you will be out for sometime so she can go ahead and make dinner herself." "O...ok...okay Miss Samantha." Gianna stammered and watched her leave. "What could I possibly offer? I just really wanna stay here and hide." "Hide from what?"Gianna jumped at the sound of Nicholas's voice. "Oh no! Stop doing that, will you!""

Tristan sat on his bed, a tall glance of wine in his hand. He swirled the substance in his cup around, almost spilling it as he stared at the ground. He was thinking deep about something. There was something he could do, to get right information on Harley Finley, to know about him. He wanted to know what that garden was for. There might be a clue there. He thought about a way to manipulate Samantha, to get informations from her.He smiled suddenly as an idea slipped into his mind. He stood up from bed, dropped his wine on the drawer.Theee was a knock, the door opened and Matteo walked in. "Boss."Tristan spared him a moment stare. "Leah is here."Tristan stared at him, longer. "Evan." He cursed under his breath. "Take her to the spare room." Tristan ordered.Matteo bowed and left.*Leah looked around the room, her searching searching. She was a pretty girl and blond. Slim with average height. She's been trained too and thus, it made her as hard and heartless as most of the Mafia