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Divorce Papers

BriannaI hear the slam of papers on the mahogany desk in front of me before my vision zeroes in on the document.“Sign it!”I blink back the sudden tears that sting my eyes. “What are those?”“Divorce papers,” Nico grunts like he prefers to be anywhere but here, “sign the papers.”Nico has been my husband for one year. One year and two days if I am being precise, and I can count the number of times I’ve seen him in the past one year on one hand and that’s including the press conferences we had to attend.“Why are you hesitating, Bri? It’s one year already.”He is right. The contract was meant to last for one year alone, the contract that meant he had me as a wife instead of the woman he initially wanted – my sister, Arianna. It’s no news to me that my husband hates me as much as one does his archenemy because he believes I took away the opportunity for him to be with Arianna, when he did that himself. It’s no news to me that I can never be her in his eyes, but don’t blame me if I did

Hawaii

Brianna* * * One year later.“How do you like your cocktail, ma’am?” the cute waiter dressed only in brief shorts and a tight-as-hell tank top inquires.I try not to react as I feel his gaze wash over my body draped only in a red two-piece bikini outfit.“Just a gin and tonic would be lovely, thank you,” I reply.I feel his breath in my ear when he says, “Coming right up, miss.”Smiling to myself, I relax back on the lounging chair, basking in the Hawaii sun as the world around me shimmers and shines.I always thought divorcing Nico would be the end of everything. I always thought of him as someone that was supposed to give my life some kind of meaning. But more than one year after our divorce and I am living the best life I could ever live.Divorce from Nico isn’t nearly like what I envisioned.For starters, it didn’t turn me to a flimsy no-name peasant I thought it would. Instead it gave me a different kind of confidence I never knew I had. It set me free to fly, and now I am the s

Armani

Brianna“What?!?”Daniel looks visibly stunned when he looks back at me, “You didn’t tell me you were married.”“I’m not!”Aliyah gives a low whistle from behind me.Nico leans in, his voice taking a low drawl when he says, “Your five seconds is up, champ.”Danny rises to his feet indignantly, his eyes trained on mine regardless of Nico’s scowl beside him. “Call me.”Nico’s scowl deepens as he makes his exit, then his eyes rounds up on mine. “Call me? What the hell was that?! You out flirting with every dude now?”I’m sure my features displays my confusion when I repeat his words. “What the hell was that?” I ask him, “your wife?”“Did I stutter?”“Did you forget something called a divorce? You know the thing that happened one year ago when you decided you wanted me gone from your life?”He leans down and his hand closes tight around my arm, “Did you forget your fucking manners when speaking to—”He cuts short, his eyes zeroing in on my body as he regards me like it is the first time h

Flight Kiss

Nico“We checked in Istanbul sir, the lead was wrong.”“Never mind,” I speak to the phone, “I found her. Abort the mission.”“You mean to call off the squad in Italy too?” the PI I hired asks through the phone.“Call it all off,” I order, before hanging up.Looking for Brianna for a whole year proved more difficult than I care to admit. It was as if she disappeared off the face of the earth and only resurfaced when I hired one of the best private investigators to dig her up and it turned out she was making a name for herself in the business industry.I can’t say I wasn’t surprised when I found out about her recent success because the Brianna I know was as timid as a rabbit in a predator’s gaze. I was always the predator, she the prey.But seeing her in person explained everything. She isn’t the Brianna I knew from a year ago. This version of her . . .Phew.My eyes involuntarily trail to where she sits cross-legged by the window, staring as the world floats around the helicopter.Bria

Rosa Armani

BriannaI’ve been to the Armani mansion not more than four times in my life and those were only because I had no choice whatsoever than to show up and pretend to be the ever so dutiful, ever so loving wife of Nico Armani.Keeping up the appearance of a happy couple was not necessarily a requirement in mine and Nico’s marriage but sometimes he needed me to convince the public he had a heart.My heels click as I make my way into the mansion, my hair billowing around me in the breezy summer wind even though I tamed it down with a hat.I can't believe I let Nico kiss me back at the helicopter. And I hate myself for reacting to him the way I did.But when those lips demanded more from me, the only thought that crossed my mind was giving into the desire that tugged at my whole body.Never again.It’s no use pretending that I haven’t always envisioned being kissed by Nico and I’m not gonna lie that it didn’t feel better than my imaginations conjured up but Nico Armani treated me like trash f

Warning

Nico“More beer?” Jake, my campaign manager and closest friend, asks.“Whisky,” I tell him, “I need it.”He smirks as he pours me a shot and slides the tumbler across the brass table in my home office.“You look like you need a shot or five,” he mutters, trying and failing to sound sympathetic.I sigh and grab the tumbler between two fingers and gulp it down.“Send it coming.”The last one week has been a rollercoaster of some sorts.For starters the campaign strategy my manager employed surreptitiously flopped to the ground as a new opponent I hadn’t even known existed one-upped me with a better strategy.Nobody ever one-upped me in my game. No one ever outsmarted me. It was more of shock as a result of the hit than anything that had my crew reeling and unable to immediately come up with a better campaign strategy.Never again. I know I should have seen it coming but I guess I never thought anybody would have it in their agenda to mess with me and go down in my bad books in the proce

Resignation

BriannaI slam the papers on the study table in front of Rosa Armani as in the study of my new home.Her dark eyes shoot up to mine, irritation flashing across her face.She regards me in that bigger-than-thou look, “And what are those?”I shrug indignantly, “Resignation papers.”Shock settles itself on her attractive features, “Resignation? I never said anything about resigning.”“Well,” my eyes trail from her to her daughter who is shooting daggers at me from behind Rosa. “it’s your choice, really. You either resign or I have no choice but to fire you. Now think what the press will make of that?”She springs up, her anger evident from the scowl of her face and the tightness of her fist. “The hotel firmly belongs to the Armanis. If you think I’m just going to let you get your greasy hands on –”“Too late, Rosa,” I shake my head ruefully, “just a little too late. The hotel is already greasy from my touch.”“What do you mean?” Rica asks. It is probably the first time Nico’s sister is s

Ryan Armani

Brianna“Can you handle it all?” Aliyah asks over the phone, her voice betraying her worry.“I don’t think I can,” I tell her candidly, “I’m afraid I might not be able to carry through with everything.”Although my vacation was cut short because I had to attend to ‘marital duties’ for an extra six months, Aliyah decided to extend hers and stay an extra week bathing in the bliss of Hawaii sun. I always wished I had Aliyah’s carefree easygoing life instead of my complicated own and this here is the height of my wishes.To stay there in Hawaii away from my past and the people that it brought with it.“You don’t have to,” she says, “you can opt out at anytime, Bri. Your mental health should always come first, you should always come first.”“Thing is . . .”I think of the emotional scars the Armani family inflicted on me, the tears, the therapy I had to go through to come out of it okay . . .“I wish it were that easy, Al. It’s not. They have to know. They have to pay.”They are not the on

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