Her Own Rules Movie Novels & Stories

Too bad she has a sister that has made it her priority to ruin her chances of making it in the industry. And her arrogance and aloofness has played a part in her lack of popularity all this while, though she's almost out of arts school. Her unwillingness to use the back door is also making some company heads that have had their eyes on her for a while suppress her too. However, many investors still have their eyes on her when ever she goes for small roles. If she decides to go by the hidden rules, need she worry about resources? But she's not giving them that chance to ruin her image just for fame.

I bent down, looking at her like the answer should've been obvious. "You already know, don't you? The Andersons' rule. The business goes to sons, not daughters. So I spent ten years living as Sam. You can change your name to mine, copy my face, even mimic my handwriting. But what about an ID? That's issued by the government. There's no faking that." I straightened up, my foot brushing against the stack of papers on the floor. It was the paternity test Winston had just thrown at me. I bent down, picked it up, and flicked the edge of the paper with my finger.

‎ ‎I bet no one had dared to speak to her like an actual human being in her entire thirty-year career. ‎ ‎Around the table, everyone watched, suspended in a glorious, terrifying bubble of high drama. ‎ ‎“You clearly enjoy defying authority, Quincy,” she hissed, her fingers white where they gripped her pen. ‎ ‎“And you clearly enjoy torturing your workers,” I replied, matching her glare pound for pound. ‎ ‎ “But unfortunately for you, I’m fresh out of tolerance today.” ‎ ‎“Get out of my office,” she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. “Get out, Miss Hale. You are terminated.”

She was walking toward her own. Not the company. Not the fortune. Not the recognition. Those were blessings. But they were never the empire. The empire was every boundary she refused to surrender. Every morning she chose hope over bitterness. Every decision to build instead of destroy. Every woman who discovered her own strength because one stranger had been brave enough to take the first step. The empire had never been made of glass towers or boardrooms. It had been built from courage. From dignity. From self-respect. From love that never again required disappearing.

I heard Joon sigh when I made my comment and said, "Well it's a good thing we will learn her, her rules now. Looks like she needs them." If I could move my body right now, I would make a big scratch on that stupid, pretty face of him. Who does he think he is? Rules? I don't need rules. I am a grown woman with a job and a fiancé. Although my fiancé had rules for me too. But I think the rules these men have for me will be way different. Either way, I got nervous and tried to get out of the situation. "I don't need rules, I'm twenty years old. The only thing I have to follow is the law." I said with my lips pouted.

“For example, using your position to coerce female stars?” This question made Andrius speechless. The actors in this movie were the most elite soldiers in his hands. What unspoken rule was she talking about? She could go ahead and try using one of those unspoken rules on them. He guaranteed that they would beat her until her head was crooked. Besides, even if there were companies who used those unspoken rules, which idiot would admit to it so blatantly? No one would do that.

"My boy, I still don't get why you'll choose her over Kath. I mean, Kath's complete. She's just the woman I want for you. She's successful, decent, respectful. She has it all. What the heck do you see in this one?" I swallowed. No matter how I tried to make her like me, the hatred only increased. I was sick of her already. Anytime I thought about her, my mood always got ruined. What was her problem? And, it seemed like she always found joy in embarrassing me. Roy glanced at me, then glared at her. "It's not about who you want for me. It's about who I want for myself."

Now I felt calmer than before, so I started looking around me to understand the exact situation. I may look like I am calm but inside I am crying in fear. I tried to hear any voice from outside the container by putting my ear against the container wall but all in vain. It seems the walls are too thick. I couldn't hear anything so I stopped trying . I decided to look around myself . I noticed that all the girls except me had heavy makeup on their faces. All of them are foreigners. The makeup made their faces look seductive. I am the only one with no makeup.

She looked down at the paper and continued reading out loud. “The Golden Rule is that I can’t be with anyone else.” She started. “The other rules are; I’m not allowed to tell anyone about us, I’m not allowed to demand for love, I need to be available to you when you need me and I need to have my hair down whenever we are together.” She looked up at me and I was eager to see what she thought about the rules. Her eyes just stared in to mine and I cursed in my mind about how pretty she was.

Like a wild thing finally dropping to its knees. But then the next morning? She’s breaking the rules again. Flipping pancakes in my kitchen. Wearing my shirt. Still wearing my shirt. Like it’s hers. Like she lives here. Like she fucking belongs here. No woman’s ever had the balls to pull that. And the worst part? I ate the damn pancakes. Even though my palms were twitching the whole damn time. Wanted to bend her over the counter and remind her the fucking rules. This tiger? She ain’t on her knees yet.