Samantha secretly rolled her eyes while looking on the view outside Tristan's window car. She's sitting in the passenger seat after refusing to seat on the front seat beside Tristan.
The space between them filled with long silence. Samantha glance at Tristan arms on the steering wheel, while tapping the fingers on the leather surface lightly. After some hours the car drove inside the tall gate that lead into a mansion.After parking the car outside the house, he turns off the engine and exit the vehicle first. Samantha immediately get out of the car, she didn't wait for him to open the door for her."I can do that." Samantha get her baggages on Tristan's hands. He raises his eyebrows."Follow me," Tristan simply stated and walked toward the mansion without saying anything more.They walk through the garden which leads to the grand entrance. There's a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminating everything around her.Samantha's eyes widen in awe as she took a few steps ahead. The grand staircase were made of marble with a gold railing on the side and the stairs are leading to the second floor.She looked around and couldn't help but admire every single detail of the mansion. But all the magical emotions she's feeling inside disappear, when her eyes landed on Tristan's who's now standing at the middle part of the stairways, with his gazed focused on her."I'll show you, your room," he said and his manly voice sends shivers down Samantha's spine. Samantha didn't move a bit, she's thinking about Tristan taking her for granted on the club. When he noticed Samantha's lack of response, he took a couple of steps forward. Samantha could see the corner of his lips quirking up."You are a fucking asshole," she whispered under her breath."What did you say?" he asked as a smirk formed on his lips. Samantha stood there with a cold stare."Don't act like a fool, you damn man! How could you think that I can easily act like there's nothing wrong between you and me living under the same roof as a siblings?!" Tristan's lips twitch a little."Why? Don't you like us to be siblings? What do you want then, you and I as a couple?" Samantha's eyes narrowed."Fuck you! I'll leave now before I could kill you!" she shouted but before she could step away from him, Tristan spoke up."Fine, I'm sorry about what happened on that night." Samantha's anger rising as she step a little forward and hit one of her baggage at his body."Sorry? You took my virginity!" she yelled at him."It's not only my fault, Samantha. You gave in that night also. And you're actually the one who seduced me." Samantha felt the blood rushing to her face and she clenched her fists tightly. Tristan controlled himself not to laughed at her reaction, but when he saw her teary eyes his playful smile disappeared."W-What if they find out? What if Mom finds out? Shit! My parents' expecting me to get married first before giving my virginity!" Tristan's jaw clenched."They will never find out. Everything that happened that night is just a mistake. I even don't have any idea that you'll be my step-sister.""Just forget the past. I'll do the same for the sake of this family." Tristan took a few steps backward, as he feels like everything he said is not from the bottom of his heart."After all, I'm not taking that encountered seriously. I can easily forget that, you are not the first woman I fuck." Samantha's mouth dropped wide open."Y-You...!" Before she could finished her sentence. Tristan grabbed her baggages and left her with shock and disbelief.After arranging her things on her room, she just decided to stay there because she doesn't want to see Tristan's face. She can still remember clearly what he had said a while ago. She picked her phone and called her best friend whom she thought the only one who can understand her right now."I'm so pissed off, Evelyn! She's really a playboy. I think besides from managing his family businesses, he's also a sex addict who sleeps with almost every single girl in this city." Evelyn stayed silent, her best friend's angry voice resonating through the speaker of her cell phone."That Tristan is definitely the cause of my migraine now. He put my feelings into fear after directly saying how playboy he is. I'm so worried about my self, what if he has a disease. Gosh!""Here you are again, Sam. Tristan already assure you that what happened between you and him on the past will remained hidden and will be buried forever. So, just listen to him, forget those shits.""Yeah, you're right. It's just...he just took advantage of me that night and I hate it! It's not that easy to let go of the grudge, you know? He's such a jerk." Samantha sighs and sits down on her bed."You're siblings now. You just only met him on the wedding day of your mother. Nothing more, that's it, Sam. Stop stressing yourself." She knows that Evelyn is right, but she couldn't shake off her worry."I guess my life is really a disaster now. Maybe I should also accept that no man will ever accept me after knowing that I am not a virgin anymore!" She dramatically exclaimed and laid down on her bed."Well, if someone really loves you, for sure that man can accept your flaws." Samantha smiles bitterly.After an hour she hear her stomach growl, as the hunger was gnawing her insides. She quickly got up from the bed and headed to the door, snicking some glances around if Tristan isn't there.She went downstairs and look around, she can't help but notice that she's maybe alone now. She's even thinking that Tristan should doing his flirting job that's why he left her here."Hmm, what should I eat?" she mumbles and went towards the fridge, opening it only to realize that there were many foods there, but all of them should be cook first. Her shoulders fell in disappointment.She turned around but her jaw dropped when she saw Tristan's naked upper body. The muscle behind his back flexed as he drink the cold water on the glass."Glad you finally decided to go out of your room." Tristan face her. His muscles glistened under the light of the sun and his chest is perfectly sculpted. Samantha immediately covered the palm of her hands on her eyes. Tristan can't help but chuckle when he saw her reaction."It seems like you didn't see the whole of me, Samantha," he said in a low, husky voice. Samantha gulped hard, her heart beating fast."Thank you," the newly hired maid put all the dishes on the dining table. Her long, dark hair was tied into a neat braid down her back. She wore a plain white dress with a red ribbon around it, Samantha can't set aside her thoughts that Hudson family is really elegant in anyways. It's been a week since they arrived home after they celebrate their wedding abroad. Samantha just stared at the food in front of her, until..."Oh, here's Tristan," her mother said. Samantha's eyes darted at Tristan who's now handsomely walking downstairs while putting the expensive watch on his left wrist. Her eyes widened when he noticed that it's Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime, the most expensive watch in the world. Tristan walked towards the table and sat in front of her. Before he could say anything though, her father spoke. "Is it a miracle? For the first time you join us for breakfast," Benjamin, Samantha's step-father said in surprised. "Hmm, I just want to eat, nothing special," Tristan replied
It's Samantha's first day of training as Tristan's secretary. Before going out of her room she looks at the large mirror in front of her as she fixed up the collar of her white blouse, smoothing it down until it's almost perfect before tying up her hair and pulling it back into a high ponytail. The blonde ends are neatly tucked behind her ears."You can do it, Sam. It's one of your dream to have a brother right? You have it now, don't ruin the chance..."After taking one last look in the mirror to check that all is well with herself she exits her bedroom. Her breath seems to catch in her throat when she sees Tristan standing next to her Mercedes-Benz S-Class. She's surprised to see him there after thinking that he already go ahead of her. "Why are you still here?" she said, trying to hide the way her heart was beating erratically against her chest. "Your Mom, told me to wait for you." Samantha nodded and looked away from him, when she noticed Tristan's eyes lingering over her body.
Gabriel, Tristan's best friend, decides to pay his friend a surprise visit, since it's been weeks since they've seen each other because he also busy managing their business. With his usual cool looks, he strolls through the office, exchanging friendly greetings with the employees who recognize him. His charisma is also legendary wherever he goes that's why he doesn't understand why Sandra, his fiancée's blood always boils when it comes to him. He's known Tristan for years and is a familiar face around the office. They're indeed a best buddy especially when it comes on hunting women for fun. With a casual grin on his face, he approaches Tristan's office, ready to catch up with his friend.Gabriel swings open the door to Tristan's office, expecting to see his friend immersed in work like usual. He really knows how workaholic he is. But instead he finds something that makes him stop dead on the ground with a surprised look on his face.Tristan cornering Samantha against the wall. The r
The office was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers. Tristan was seated behind his desk, his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. Samantha who's seated across from him, her notebook open, ready to take down any instructions, can't avoid to glance nervously on his furrowed thick brows. Lately, she can still able to joke around but after sometime the surrounding's seems to be suffocating. "Firstly, you need to manage my schedule," Tristan began, his voice cold and business-like. He doesn't even look at her."Ensure that there are no clashes and that I have adequate time between meetings for breaks." Tristan continued in a monotone, as he continues reading the document. His tone is uncharacteristically stiff, Samantha notes. She wonders what could've been happening to make him act like that. The Tristan she knows for now, is someone who always make her irritated because of his signature mischievous expression. "Sec
Tristan's heart pounded in his chest as he picked up the photograph. He remembered the moment it was taken. It was when he had almost kissed Samantha, forgetting for a moment that she was his stepsister."I received this picture earlier," Benjamin began, his voice stern. "Care to explain?" His father leaned forward in his seat, watching Tristan intently. He looked at his father, his mind racing. He knew he had to tread carefully."Samantha and I were just enjoying the evening, Dad. Besides I just don't want to pressure her since she's just my new secretary," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.Benjamin looked at his son, his gaze piercing. "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying, son," he said, his voice low. "You're too close to Samantha in this picture. Too close for a brother and sister." Tristan swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the photograph in his hands. He knew his father was right. His feelings for Samantha were unexplainable and it
Samantha's heart heavy with a mix of emotions. She couldn't bear to stay there, not after witnessing Tristan, flirting with their maid. The scene had left her feeling hurt, confused, and surprisingly jealous.She found herself walking aimlessly through the city, her mind a whirl of thoughts. Eventually, she found herself standing in front of Evelyn's house.Evelyn greeted her with a warm smile, quickly ushering her inside. "Sam, what brings you here? I thought you are busy with your work being Tristan's new secretary?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. She could tell something was wrong just by looking at her friend. Samantha took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I saw something... something I wish I hadn't," She proceeded to tell Evelyn about the scene she had witnessed earlier, about Tristan and the maid."That's so disgusting. They look like some kind of leeches!" Samantha threw herself on the couch. Evelyn looked at her curiously."Sam...is there's somet
"Sam... We need to talk." She could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him, as he approached her. "I'm sorry about what you saw earlier. It just—" Samantha cleared her throat and smile at Tristan. "Come on, Tristan. It's okay," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "You're free to do what you want. You're not obligated to explain your actions to me, brother..." Tristan's side of lips curved upwards, he wants her to know his part but he realized that maybe it might be better if he'll just take Gabriel serious advice. Besides he thinks that Samantha really wants to treat him as her step-brother. "Ah, yeah... You're right." He scratched the back of his head and strengthen his posture. "I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea." "By the way, I'm going upstairs. Goodnight," Samantha said as he nodded and watch her until she closed her door's room.The office was buzzing with activity, the sound of ringing phones and clicking keyboards filling the air. Trista
The table was lavishly set with an array of mouth-watering dishes, yet Samantha didn't know how she can act as if nothing is wrong between her and Tristan. "How's the taste?" Samantha's mother asked as she passed her a plate."That's delicious, darling! You're really talented at this!" Benjamin complimented his wife with the same tone he'd use to tell her how amazing her cooking was. She then turned to her daughter. "Samantha?" she snapped back to reality when she heard her mother's voice"Yes, Mom. It taste so good." With a warm smile, turned now to Tristan and asked,"How's the pasta, Tristan?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to make him speak up since she noticed that something wasn't right with him. "It tastes good, too," he responded in a monotone, not making eye contact. She looked over to her husband with a look of concern in her eyes. "Son, it seems like you're facing a problem? Is it about work? Samantha, do you know something if your brother—"Benjamin, decide