Brandon I'd harbored a fondness for Rosalie for as long as I could recall, yet she favored Adrien over me despite his lack of kindness towards her. Over time, my affection for her transformed into contempt. However, witnessing her now, adorned in white skinny jeans, a black crop top, and a matching denim jacket, paired with black ankle boots, sparked a shift in my feelings towards her. She had always been an unattainable blonde beauty to me, but I never imagined she could look even better as a brunette. I believed that changing her hair color wouldn't diminish her beauty, and that's why Yvette harbored resentment towards her. I should have known that even a man like Adrien Vasanten who'd claimed to hate her wouldn't be able to resist her in the long run. He was betrayed by the woman he'd hated his wife for, retraced his steps and reconnected with Rosalie at the first chance he got. As I was about to join her at the empty booth, assuming she was alone, a man leaned over, kissed h

RosalieI contemplated whether to answer the call or decline it while staring at my phone, which continued ringing. It was an unknown number, which I was certain belonged to Yvette. Since I refused to take the bait, she resorted to calling me, hoping to provoke me into having a confrontation with her."Won't you accept the call?" Adrien asked me."It's Yvette." I replied."Has she been bothering you?" He inquired."Not really." I fibbed. I had no idea why I just lied but I didn't want Adrien to fight my battles for me. I was capable of taking on Yvette myself. "This is just the second time.""You want me to answer it for you?" He offered."No, I'll do it." I picked up my phone, swiped right to accept the call and put the phone to my ear. "What the hell do you want, Yvette?" I demanded brusquely."What a way to greet your father that you've not seen in years." A familiar male voice responded.I blinked in surprise, pulled my phone from ear to double-check the number again then I cleare

Yvette"Dad, I require a hundred thousand dollars from you," I said as I sank into the sofa across from him on the terrace. "It's for my wardrobe change, and actually, I'll need more than that.""How old are you, Yvette?" My father interrupted me."Thirty. Why?" I questioned with a frown."Where are you supposed to be now? Let me rephrase that; who are you supposed to be with, seeking more money?" He queried."You?" I replied."You're supposed to be with your husband, you fool!" He yelled. "You had choices, but you let them go. Adrien Vasanten would've been the perfect man for you.""It's not my fault that..." I started to say, but he cut me off again."It's your fault! Yours only!" He hissed. "You had to sleep with his brother, didn't you? Brandon had nothing to offer, but you chose him over the one person capable of taking care of you. Now your sister is living like a queen.""You think I don't know that?" I exclaimed. "I was foolish to think Brandon would be the better candidate fo

Adrien"No, that's not possible," I countered, my voice wavering. "My wife went to visit a friend, and she's on her way home," I added."She's a brunette in her early thirties, and she was wearing a blue floral dress, right?" Nurse Smith queried."Yes, but... A thousand other women could have been wearing the same dress," I protested. My world crumbled as I looked up at the TV screen, hearing the reporter share news about a car accident that happened two miles from Willowdale Memorial Hospital.The damaged car behind her, a white Toyota Camry, was the one Rosalie had taken out this morning. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing until the reporter mentioned Rosalie's name."I'll... I'm on my way." I had no idea if the nurse heard me, but I hung up anyway and pocketed my phone. "This has to be a dream," I said, turning to my father. "Right, Dad?""Let's go to the hospital and see her for ourselves. Hopefully, she only suffered minor injuries," Dad said. "You can't drive in this sta

YvetteWatching the news about Rosalie's accident brought a triumphant smile to my face. I couldn't believe I'd managed to accomplish what I set out to do with just a small amount of cash. And it was all thanks to the generous man lying beside me on the king sized bed exhausted and sated from our intense passionate encounter. Markus Tanner wasn't even up to Adrien's standard - he was only a millionaire, a gullible man who thought having sex with me a couple of times automatically meant that we were an item. He had no idea that I was so far out of his league, he wouldn't ever measure up to the kind of man Adrien was."I know you told me not to ask questions, but I'm dying of curiosity here. How did you go about this?" He inquired.I laughed shortly. "Connection and money. I know some people who don't walk on the right side of the law, greased their palms with money and I got the job done." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Now, she's there.""I like you a lot, Yvette, but I think you're crazy