All Chapters of My Rise From The Ashes After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A few weeks later:Treasure stood in her bedroom window gazing out at the sprawling estate ruined gardens being covered by snow. After spending time with Nina, she hesitated to see Tiffany King. Treasure couldn’t understand why she was shrinking back into fear. Had it been that she spent seven years of her life inside a house with a man who virtually robbed her of her self-esteem? Treasure hadn’t worked and mingled with the rest of the world in all that time. There came comfort with being alone in the house and she used the repairs to the house as an excuse for a while. She knew that the potential for it to be once again a vibrant home was there. But so much more needed to be done. It was still shrouded in neglect. The snowflakes danced lazily in the crisp, cold air, occasionally settling on the cracked stone pathway that led to the front door. This estate had been both a sanctuary and a prison, where memories of laughter and love felt as far away as the distant hills between her an

Treasure’s POVI tossed restlessly beneath the thin sheets, my dreams swirling in a haze of smoke and distant screams. I found myself back in that suffocating night, the flames dancing like demonic shadows, consuming everything I loved. My parents’ laughter, once bright and warm, had been drowned by the crackling inferno, leaving only echoes muffled by the oppressive heat. The memory, as vivid as the fire itself, etched itself into my mind, burning with intensity as my father, with his last breath, helped me escape through a broken window in the basement. It was so painfully sad; I was the only one to escape that horrifying night.Waking abruptly, my heart raced, and my palms were clammy. The darkness of my room wrapped around me like the remnants of the ashes from that fateful night. Even now, years later, the grief remained—a heavy cloak I could not shed. The house felt larger than ever, its vast emptiness echoing in solitude since my husband abandoned me here. To punish me for lovin

Treasure sat across from Tiffany in the sleek, modern office, the atmosphere charged with a mix of nervous energy and anticipation. As her new boss launched into a frank discussion about sexuality and appeal, Treasure's initial shock gradually gave way to intrigue. Tiffany spoke with a confident candor that was both refreshing and intimidating, breaking societal taboos with ease that made Treasure question her own preconceptions.At first, Treasure's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never had a conversation this openly sexual, especially not in a professional setting. However, as Tiffany articulated her vision for how embracing her sexuality could become an asset in the business world, Treasure found herself leaning in, captivated. The idea of enhancing her appeal wasn't just about superficial changes; it was about empowerment. Tiffany emphasized that understanding one's sexuality could be a tool for confidence, a way to command respect—not just from men, but from all her cli

The next morning was Treasure's official first day of work. She woke up around 7 am. She was still excited about her new look and attitude. Treasure was still planning to be herself, but just with a little more feminine sensuality. She realized that some girls were born dainty, and some had to acquire it. Being girly and prissy just doesn't come naturally to all females. It can be learned behavior, but Treasure never liked anything that was fake. Treasure wanted to be herself, but in a lady’s form and character.Treasure snaps her finger into the air. “I’ll give myself a little test.”Remembering as she is looking through her new selection of clothes and matching shoes, "What am I thinking? This powder blue dress and heels are perfect. I will stop at the coffee shop this morning. There will be some businessmen there, especially around this time of morning." She figured this would be a perfect time to test her new look out and see if she has the S factor. Could she really make men s

There seems to be a conflict of interest. Maybe working here will help her loosen up some." Jake chuckles.Jake thought about it for half a second longer. "Naw....she is not easily influenced. She's more likely to convince her boss to start selling granny panties." He chuckles again.After some time had passed by, Jake removed his jacket, pulled the large cream leather chair away from her desk, and took a seat."Now, where do I start? Yes, what did she do to me? Did she put something in my food and drink, to make my heart behave unreasonably?" He says looking at her picture that he's still holding in his hands. Despite the crowded boutique and nonstop flow of customers. Treasure couldn't believe Jake was actually sitting in her office, determined not to leave until she talked to him. "I guess he's lost his mind?" Treasure snickers to herself as she assists another customer, while actually finding it quite flattering that Jake couldn't resist staying away. Tiffany was equally busy b