Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

At this moment, Cindy really wanted to quit her job. "Cindy separate right. Pull Cassandra until she is away from Viona!" "No, Mr. Malvin. Miss Cassandra grabbed- Ahhh... my hair!" cried Cindy, who was already having trouble seeing her surroundings because Cassandra kept attacking her. Cindy was unable to separate the two women who were fighting. In fact, at this moment she wanted to save herself. ***

"I'm not going to toll in the mud with swine. It's a waste of time and energy. Not worth it." "You...!" Cindy had not expected that. Her face flushed bright red. Sierra didn't even look at her. Cindy's fists tightened. She finally snapped, "I know what's going on between you and Mr. Henderson! You're just some mistress he keeps on the side! What are you so proud of?" "If I really were really Mr. Henderson's mistress as you said, do you think you'd still be working at Origin Games?" Sierra looked straight at Cindy. Her gaze carried an unspeakable pressure.

She pulls out the words. “Why?” Lee’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Did they refuse to follow you back on I*******m? Reject your MLM skincare pitch? Ignored your flirtations?” The silence cracks like ice. Cindy’s heels click against the floor as she approaches with the slow precision of a cat deciding whether to play or kill. She bends, lowering herself until she’s nose-to-nose with Lee. Her perfume — something floral, expensive, suffocating — clouds the air. “They tortured. They broke. They raped. They killed.” She straightens herself up. “Destroyed every fucking thing.” My hand slaps over my mouth before the sound can escape. “They ruined my life!”

Was it something to be smug about? Cindy originally wanted to wait for a chance to make a comeback at Jane’s face. However, she did not expect that before she had time to react, she had already been shut out from the media by Alex and was shunned to the miserable northeastern land. From then onwards, Cindy could no longer make a living in the entertainment industry anymore. Cindy was just twenty eight years old at the moment, but she could only give herself to the old man, who was about thirty years her senior, and she became his mistress. Her plan on seeking revenge, on the other hand, was in the unforeseeable future.

Cindy was shoving her phone in my face. "Look how cool you look in this!" she smiled as she watched the video with me. I smiled. I did look cool. But wait a minute. As we watched, I noticed my hair dye was starting to fade. I needed to touch it up. I can start to see the red coming through. "You really have not seen the video?" Bartise asked. "No, I do not have a cellphone." I answered, “But Cindy is going to the store with me to pick something out today," I replied.

"Yeah, little miss tech-savvy swindled us like we were amateurs. And our boy here, hired her to work for us. If she’s this good now, imagine how terrifying she could be under proper management." I gave him a look, shrugging nonchalantly. "She’s alright. More of a pain in the ass than anything else—less terrifying, more annoying." "Hey, guys!" A familiar, feminine voice rang out, instantly catching my attention. I turned to see Cindy strolling over, her smile as wide as ever. "Holy shit, look who decided to grace us with her presence," I said, shaking my head in disbelief as she plopped down in the chair next to mine. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight.”

She paused relaxed back in the chair and continued, "So I trusted you so much since then and that's why I came back to meet you now..." Saying that she removed a hair band from her handbag and fastened her hair into a ponytail before she continued again, "Sir, the lady I saw you with in an ice cream shop a few days ago... Is my boss's daughter." "What?" Eduardo asked shockingly. "Cindy's late father was the owner of Mega Link Limited and was killed by his brother's men..." Mrs Rose stretched herself and moved her torso forward, making her lean on the table, she said, "Cindy's uncle has been running the company with a feck document he found in his brother's room."

Forty minutes. What are they talking about up there? What “sensitive business” requires them to be alone for this long? I pull out my phone and do what I probably shouldn’t: I G****e “Candice Zurich businesswoman.” Several results come up, but one catches my eye. Candice Hartwell, CEO of Hartwell Industries I click the link. There’s a photo. It’s her. Younger, maybe five years ago, standing next to a man at some charity gala.

“I'm sure Miss Cindy won't disappoint this company.” Standing up straight and proud, Cindy flashed a slight, haughty smile. Her eyes shot a sidelong glance at Sierra and Rosalie. She was bound and determined to show that Cindy Hilton was the best of the best models, capable of surpassing even Sierra Carlson's flying skills. “Prove it, Mr. Adams. I don't think Mr. Valentino would mind. We can see how capable the model you recommended is for this great Valentino Enterprise company. Isn't that right, darling?” Sierra replied calmly, her lips curling into a sneer as Lance looked away.

I’ll enjoy this feeling while it lasts and dissect it after she’s gone. Her throaty voice takes over the room within minutes of me starting. I’ve been waiting. Hell, craving the next story. The first year I came here, Cindy read me books, trying to pretend I was a normal child. Even when she finally lost hope that I could be normal, she never treated me like a killer. She never feared me. Melina is much like that. She’s afraid but she doesn’t show it. I admire her tenacity and must remind myself again that I can’t keep her.