Semua Bab Worthless In Their Eyes, Perfect In His : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I was surprised the cake hadn't fallen from my hand yet. Maybe it was because I had ‘fat hands’ that balanced it, or a better reason could be because I used almost my entire savings to buy it for my boyfriend and didn't want it to waste.Adrian sat at the table with my sister, my mother was also there, and there was a blonde woman, slender and tall, seated on his lap. They continued talking, oblivious of the fact that I heard them.“So, you're telling me that your fat girlfriend threw a birthday for you? Adrian baby, you told me you'd break up with the bitch already. You don't love me.”“Lily baby, I love you.” Adrian called out cooingly. He even wrapped his hand around her tiny waist, while using the other to stroke her hair lovingly. An action he had never done with me. He always made excuses that physical touches weren't his love language. Here he was, not only touching her hair and waist, but she was placing her entire ass on his thighs.Lily pouted her lips and spoke in a cringe

I froze as I stood in the middle of the road. The car stopped just a few inches away from my knees.“Do you want to get killed?” A man shouted as he came out of the car. “Who runs into the middle of the road?”I steadied myself and crossed over to the pedestrian path. Adrenaline was still surging through me. I tried hard to steady my raging heartbeat as I found a seat by the bus stop.How could he even think of forcing himself on me? I had to tell my mother about this as soon as I returned home. I doubted if she would believe me, but I had to let her know the dog that she got married to.My dreams of college were buried in the mud, and it was only a miracle that could help me right now.I worked in a coffee shop and recently I resigned due to the small pay. I had to start looking for a new job if I ever wanted to achieve my college goals, but I would end up saving for ages before I get a semester's fees.An hour passed since I remained on that bench. I was occupied with a lot of thoug

The next day, I didn't wait for my alarm clock to ring before jolting out of bed. Sandra was already up, making a breakfast of pancakes. I hurried dressing up and stood in the mirror, trying to see if I had lost any weight from last night's jogging.“Goodmorning,” I greeted Sandra as I picked out a few pancakes from the tray. No matter how excited I was about the job, it could not stop me from going out without eating.“Good luck. I pray you get the job.” Sandra said cheerfully as she watched me walk out the door as soon as I was done eating.I clutched my leather bag that was hung over my shoulder. The 8am morning breeze was chilly, making me shiver a little as I walked to the bus stop. In less than 30 minutes, I arrived at Vixen Couture. The environment was even more magnificent than I had seen on their website.It was a white tall building with glass windows and doors that reflected bright light. From the entrance, red flowers were planted, and a tree was trimmed in a shape that re

Malcom Smith's POV“Yes, sir.” Roselyn acknowledged, trailing behind me to my office.“That file.” I pointed to a brown file on the desk. “You need to evaluate it.”She picked the file up, glancing through its contents before I dismissed her.The file could wait, but I couldn't. I hadn't needed Roselyn for anything. The file was always tucked away in a corner and could wait for even one more week, but I wanted an excuse. A reason to walk past that desk a second time.Her desk. The new receptionist sat there, her attention never faltering from the tablet. I caught the way she fidgeted when a visitor walked in. Her eyes were fixed on me when I came inside, and I wondered, did she admire me the same way I admired her?She didn't know that the only reason she was seated there and wasn't cleaning floors was because of me. I saw her when she came for the interview, and she caught my attention, just like the day I saved her from the rogues.That night, I hadn't expected to save my high schoo

Malcolm's POV I was met with a surprise when I walked through the restaurant door with Eleanor. Eleanor, a family friend and business associate, had insisted that I be present at the meeting she'd be having with a particular fashion designer called Sandra.I hadn't expected anything beyond the usual business conversation. Then, I saw her. Ruby, the secretary at my company. She sat across the table, her makeup bolder than I'd ever seen on her. Her posture faltered as she saw me. Even as she clutched her purse, it didn't hide the tremor in her fingers, but why did she seem scared?I found the answer to my question when Eleanor introduced her as one of the managers at Vixen Couture. The words startled me. A manager? I had to control my expression of disbelief before anyone noticed it.She worked at Vixen Couture, yes, but not in management. But here she was confidently claiming the role with her company ID gleaming faintly on the table. My shock translated to pure amusement.I took an e