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JordanThe room still carried the smell of Arnold Kesington even though he was long gone. It was as though the room was trying to keep every piece of him since he hadn't stepped foot in it for more than two years. It was in this same room I'd discovered that Kylie and Arnold had run off and gotten married. I remembered how unbelievable it sounded because Arnold and I had just finished making plans for his suit. He was going to be my best man.Two years later, he walked into the room looking every bit of the years that had gone by. I didn't know what to feel when I saw him. I thought I'd gotten over everything. Heck, I'd gotten over Kylie but I realized Arnold's betrayal was still a fresh wound in my chest. “Hey,” he'd said, his hands tucked in his pocket and a muffler thrown loosely around his neck. His gray eyes lacked the excitement I knew them for. “Hey,” I replied, not realizing that I was clenching tightly at the edge of the desk.He stepped in and looked around, observing the

Marie Sue My mouth felt dry and my tongue felt heavy at the same time. I looked from the serious face of Jordan Kensington to the amusement on Arnold's face. “I… it's not what you think,” I finally said.He reached for his pocket and scribbled something on it which he tossed towards me. I caught it before it fell.“Take that with you,” he added.He had scribbled a code. Perhaps the code number that tallied with the rule I had broken. I wasn't flirting with his brother, I wanted to yell. But instead I swallowed the words clawing at my throat and got off the elevator. I had no idea on which of the five floors the HR unit was located, but I couldn't even spend one more second standing between the two evil brothers. I closed my fingers around the note and marched in the first direction that my feet turned to. After walking for a few minutes and descending three flights of stairs, I found the office. My thighs ached and I rubbed them. The bright side was, perhaps I was going to finally

Kylie “Are you out of your mind, Kylie?” he yelled and I could see his veins popping by the side of his head. I hissed and shushed him. “The whole house can hear you.” I saw his jaw muscles tighten as he struggled to lower his voice, speaking through clenched teeth. “You burnt down our house? What were you thinking?” “I was thinking of how to get us out of that shithole,” I said, “while you do nothing.” He paced around the room, as though he couldn't really understand what I had done. What I had done had been impulsive, but it was the only way I could ensure that Arnold, our son, and I lived under the same roof as the other Kensingtons. It was the only chance we have to mean something to Lara Kensington. “We had valuables,” he said. “Properties worth millions of dollars, and you just burned everything?” “Don't be dramatic,” I said. “Of course I knew he had valuables, which I had carted away before I set the house on fire.” I felt no remorse for what I'd done. That house remin

Marie Sue I was a nervous wreck that evening as I paced around the open kitchen, making sure everything was cooked to perfection. Tonight was the night of the launch and I knew things could go bad. The comments on our social media flier had been discouraging. I'd scrolled through almost a hundred comments of people leaving insults to the company. I guess I didn't know how serious the food poisoning case had been. I'd just been fresh from losing my father and was away from social media.“I didn't know there was still so much vitriol against the company,” I said, scrolling through my phone in the dressing room.Lydia watched me quietly. She had failed to calm me down at least four times and she was also nursing a reaction to seafood.“I can't blame them,” she said finally. “The Kensingtons tried to intimidate the family and buy the press.”I looked at her. “You are not helping, Lydia.”She shrugged. “I've tried."I locked my phone and tugged it in my pocket. “If tonight flops, I may be

KylieI stood by the window watching the events unfold in front of me with pure disgust. Jordan was walking towards Marie Sue's apartment with a first aid box. My fingers tightened over my night robe.“Jordan’s playing doctor at Marie Sue's apartment by midnight,” I said, my voice reflecting every bit of the disgust I felt.Arnold grunted. “Let him do whatever he wants. Can't blame him.” He didn't lift his head from his phone. I heard the part he didn't say out loud. Arnold was pretty much obsessed with her. I'd found her name in the search history of his Instagram, and I saw he had sent her a follow request. I moved away from the window and let my robe fall off my shoulder a bit as I walked. I saw Arnold's attention move from his phone to me. I smiled faintly. After having Steven, it had taken so much effort to recover my elegant figure – the figure that I had used to steal Arnold's attention, and one that was still working.“Come to bed, Kylie,” he said, tapping a spot beside him