Semua Bab Milady: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Jake Hayes' POVI, who was left all alone in this big luxurious house of ours due to Damien, that j*rk picked up Charlotte and my mother-in-law felt greatly pissed off.My mind was filled with a murderous aura, as I thought to myself, if it's better if Damien and Charlotte disappear in this world. "D*rn that Charlotte… I swear once I get to achieve my plan, I will bring those two to despair! But for now…" all of the sudden, my phone lit up, indicating a message from my mistress, Aviana Quincy.All of the sudden, a smile of lust appeared on my face. "For now… time to cope with this stress," I said with a grin.Charlotte Hayes' POV"Wait a minute!" I said, capturing their attention. I looked at the maids for a second, and asked, "Starting today? Does that mean that.." "Yes, darling. You get to have daily training here in this house with me~" My face flushed in embarrassment and said, "You mean I'll get daily training, and you're gonna be with me right? Geez! Someone might misunderstand

Damien Yves Etienne’s POVWhilst my mother and father started to have a cheesy love quarrel, I left them alone with an exhausted expression on my face. The moment I went back to the room where Charlotte was, I was immediately greeted by her matching expression on her face, as she lay down the queen-sized bed. My face looked concerned as I looked down to her, seeing how she looked awfully exhausted. Without a hesitation, I gently carried her in my arms like a gentle fragile baby. Charlotte looks at me with a cute pout on her face, as I tried to match my expression with hers when I asked, “Sweetie? Are you alright?”Although it didn’t take her long to respond with reassurance, I was intensely worried to death about her—that is, until she looked at me with those seductive eyes of hers, that naturally made my heart flutter like a butterfly. The very sight of her eyes makes me go crazy already; and little did I know, I already leaned closer towards her and kissed her on the lips passionate

Damien Yves Etienne’s POV“What were you thinking when you decided to have an affair with Charlotte?” Father crosses his arms in confusion. The three of us—mother, father, and me are currently inside an empty room that's often used for gathering. Mother is sitting in front of me, whilst sipping a cup of tea in a gentle manner. Father on the other hand, remains focused on his son with a cold glare. I sigh, as I replied, “I didn’t really give much thought to it. The moment she suggested the topic, I immediately thought to myself that this woman is crazy… and that’s how I like it.”Mother smiles as if she’s proud of my answer, while my father gave out a sigh; a hopeless one. “So? What exactly are you planning now that you have an affair? You can’t just stay like this forever,” father replies with a frown on his face. “I know that,” I added, “I, too, am thinking what to do next.” A problematic look appears on my face, as my eyebrows twitch. I know exactly that I have to make my move first

Charlotte Hayes’ POVThe grand hall of the building had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle of elegance and style. From the moment the guests entered, they were enveloped in a sea of beauty and luxury. Gleaming crystal fixtures adorned the walls, casting a shimmering light over the marble floors. The speakers were replaced by a live orchestra that set the tone for the night, playing classical melodies as waiters and waitresses moved through the crowd, offering champagne and canapés.Everywhere you looked, there were recognizable faces from the fashion, music, and movie industries, all dressed to the nines in their finest designer gowns and tuxedos. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke, and the atmosphere was electric with excitement for the evening ahead. “Let us welcome the hosts for tonight’s party, Mr. Etienne and his lovely partner..” Luca continued, “Mrs. Charlotte Hayes!” Me and Damien were dressed to the nines, looking every bit the part

Jake Hayes’ POVA wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.“What is happening?” I asked myself in a low voice. All of the sudden, the music stops. Everyone started to protest, “Who is that woman beside you?! Just how are you related to her? Explain!” It’s like I dug a grave for myself. I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe, every gasp feeling like it's caught in my throat. My legs feel weak and wobbly, like they might give out on me at any moment. A cold sweat breaks out across my f