Semua Bab Falling into the devil's bed: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Charles’ POV: “Mr Halstead, here are the papers.” Brenda, my new assistant, placed an envelope on my desk. It's a white envelope. “How many times do I have to tell you? I hate these kinds of envelopes!” She snatches up the envelope, “My apologies, sir. I’ll change it right away,” “Brenda! Drop the fucking papers!” “Oh right! Yes sir! Right away!” I run my temple, a dull ache starting to grow. “For fucks sake,” It’s been hard getting used to a new assistant since Penelope decided to be a bitch and quit with no notice. As much as I hated to admit it, she was good at being my assistant. In the six years she held that position, I never had one complaint. If anything she only got better and better at doing her job. I slammed my fists down on the table. Now that bitch is off with my brother. Doing heaven knows what with him right fucking now. And I’m left to deal with this incompetent fool. What a lying, evil, manipulative bitch I married. All her talks of wanting

Penelope’s POV:Sunday came too fast. And it was time to open SB Tragos Art Gallery to the world. The grand hall downstairs was abuzz with activity. Soft classical music filled the air, mingling with the murmur of guests and the scent of expensive perfume. Champagne flowed in excess, and everywhere I turn all I see are expensive smiles and even more expensive art work. I’ve smiled so much my cheeks ache. I never knew greeting people could be so draining. Baron was eager to lend his private collection to be put up for display. A collection that he never been put up before. “Congratulations on your opening dear, I look forward to your exploits,” Melissa says, flashing me a clipped smile while she hooked her arm tightly with Baron’s.“Thank you, Mrs Baron,”“Your interior designer is quite…unique in their methods. Have you considered hiring a professional?”Ah. I see. “That’s funny, I hired Rosa fromHouse Avery. If I’m not mistaken she designed your office,”Melissa’s eyes narrow an

Penelope’s POV:My heart thudding in my ears are the only sounds I hear. Was it a good idea to lead Vincent to my office? While my guests were still downstairs? And a few of them probably saw us leaving hand in hand?No. No it wasn’t. Upstairs, the sounds of the party are reduced to a hush, replaced by the air conditioning whooshing through the air. I distend from Vincent and walk ahead, making a show of sweat hung for a flower vase even though I knew they were all filled up. How many bouquets have I gotten this evening? I lost count. Vincent’s are the largest…not that I expected anything less from him. Fuck, I’ll have to buy new vases. Why are my hands trembling? Why am I hot?!“This is way better than your previous office,” Vincent’s voice breaks the silence between us. It’s so sudden, and in my frazzled state of mine, I can’t help but jump.I spin around, my hair whipping my face. “Thank you,” I say, stumbling over my words. If he notices my nerves, he doesn’t make mention of

Penelope’s POV:“Doctor, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with me?” Calypso asks for the tenth time in two minutes. “Have you done everything? All the tests you should do?”I roll my eyes and exhale. “The man knows his job, Calypso.” I snap at her. “Keep quiet.”She turns to me. Her teary face is streaked with streams of ruined mascara and foundation. “I’m just trying to be thorough.” She says, her eyes turning hateful for a second. “What even is your problem? Did you come here so you could yap my fucking ears off?”“Yap your what off?! Excuse you! I left my gallery opening night for you. The least you can do is show some fucking decency and quit being a bitch!”She flashes me a bitter smile and folds her arms. “Did I ask you to? Goody two shoes. Always trying to play the fucking saint when no one fucking asked!”“Miss Verdant,” the doctor calls out. “And Miss Verdant. Please, now is neither the time nor the place,”I huff at Calypso. I can’t believe what she’s saying. After not onl

Penelope's POV:The next day at work, I can barely keep my eyes open. “Wait! Are you for real?!” Sera slams her fists down on my desk, rattling my pen holder and sending a few loose papers flying. She leans down so close that our noses bump. “You’re a landlord now?”I rub my temples, groaning softly. My head hurts…and I haven’t had my morning coffee. “Yes. That’s exactly what I said.” “And landlord of Aether Garden no less?”“Yes.”“Damn. My mom will lose her shit if she finds out.”“Why?”Sera leans back and shrugs. “She’s always had her eyes on the place. The penthouse, I mean. I advised her against it and…yes. She’ll skin me if she finds out.”Her deadpan tone makes me laugh. Sera’s mom is one hell of a business woman. I’ve lost count of how many ventures she runs. As a result, I’ve seen her only a handful of times, even though Sera and I have been friends for years. “You won’t tell her, right?”Sera shakes her head and calmly walks to the water dispenser. “You want to keep thi