Derek's first person:Ronnie and I were more than just step-siblings. We fell in love during our childhood days, and our relationship grew stronger as time went on to adulthood. Despite attending different universities, we made sure to stay in touch. We would call and text each other frequently, sharing our thoughts and feelings. We even made a pact to visit each other as often as we could.When we couldn't be together, we found other ways to stay connected. We would send each other love notes and care packages, reminding each other of our love. It was always comforting to know that we had each other, even when we were apart.As our relationship progressed, we graduated from university. Ronnie pursued her passion for painting, and I took over my father's billion-dollar business. It was a challenging time and we rarely see ourselves, but we supported each other through it all. We knew that no matter what, we would always have each other's backs.Despite our busy schedules, we
Ronnie's point of view:I walked into my mother's room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. She was sitting on her bed, looking up at me with a worried expression. I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. We'd been arguing a lot lately, and I knew that things were coming to a head."What do you want, Ronnie?" My mother asked, her voice soft and almost pleading."I need to know why you and dad won't approve of me and Derek getting married," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.My mother sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "Ronnie, you know why. We can't approve of you marrying your stepbrother. It's just not right.""But why? We're not blood-related. We're not even technically step-siblings anymore. You and dad approved of our relationship, and Derek's dad even supported us through all that media scandal. We're just two people who love each other," I argued, feeling the frustration building inside me."It's
Later that evening, Ronnie and I got together in my apartment we rented together. Ronnie was leaning her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck. We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, I had an idea. It was a bit impulsive, but I felt like it could work."Ronnie, let's make a baby," I said.She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with surprise. "What?" she asked."If you got pregnant, then our parents would have no choice but to approve of us getting married," I explained.Ronnie's eyes widened as she considered my proposal. "That's a brilliant idea," she said, her smile slowly faded away. "but...""But?" I raised my eyebrows. Ronnie shook her head, "I want to get married first before having a baby, Derek."I knew that was coming. "Our parents would never approve of our wedding unless they're backed against the corner," I countered. "You having a baby clinches it.""I can't," Ronnie said, her tone p
Derek's point of view:I booked a plane for Paris as soon as I left my father's office, and I packed my bags and boarded the plane without looking back. My phone kept ringing, but I didn't answer. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what I was going to do next.It had been a month weeks since Ronnie left, and I hadn't been the same. I was restless and distracted at work, and I knew I couldn't continue like this. That's why I had to resign from my father's company. It was a difficult decision, but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to be happy.As the plane took off, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't wait to be reunited with Ronnie, but I also knew that there were challenges ahead. We had a lot to talk about, and we needed to figure out what we were going to do next.But one thing was for sure: I couldn't imagine my life without Ronnie. She was my everything, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.Even if it meant defying my f
Derek's point of view:Ronnie and I had been waiting for our parents to arrive in Paris so we could have a family meeting and discuss our relationship. We were prepared to fight for our love, no matter what our parents said.When they finally arrived, we were both surprised by their demeanor. Instead of being confrontational, they smiled at us and asked for our forgiveness for not understanding us.Ronnie's mom spoke first, "I want to apologize for how I've treated your relationship, Ronnie. It was wrong of me to try and force my views on you. You're an adult now and I trust you to make your own decisions."Ronnie was taken aback by her mother's words, "Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me."My dad also spoke up, "I know I haven't been the easiest father to deal with, Derek. But I want you to know that I respect you and your choices. I may not agree with them all the time, but I'll always support you."I was surprised by his words, "Thank you, Dad. That means more to me than you k
Derek's point of view:I was sound asleep in the middle of my luxurious suite, surrounded by beautiful, naked supermodels. They were lying on the bed, on the couch, and even on the floor, all in various seductive poses. The room was filled with the soft moans and sighs of pleasure as the models fawned over me, running their hands over my toned body.Suddenly, the door burst open and my butler stormed into the room with a look of anger on his face. "Sir, you must wake up immediately," he exclaimed, shooing away the models with a wave of his hand.I groaned and groggily sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked around at the naked models, trying to remember their names."What is it, Jenkins?" I asked, clearly annoyed."Your father is hosting a special event and he needs you there urgently," Jenkins announced, his tone serious."Why?" I asked. "We have a special guest coming over and you need to be ready.""Who is it, Jenkins?" I asked, still groggy."It's a potential
Ronnie's point of view:Derek Diamond, first and only son of Desmond Diamond.I've heard a lot about this guy. He was just as popular as any pop star. Also known as the Iron bad boy. That's Derek's nickname and he sticks to this name. This bad boy in question is a tall and handsome man with a chiseled jawline and striking features. His face is a work of art, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones that gives him a rugged yet refined look. His narrowed eyes are a deep emerald green, giving him a piercing gaze that can be both intense and alluring.He is heavily tattooed, with intricate designs covering his neck and arms. The tattoos are bold and colorful, and they give him an edgy and rebellious look. He is clean shaven, with a smooth and masculine jawline that adds to his overall charm.His dark, wavy hair is parted in the middle and falls just above his shoulders. He has a rough, unkempt look that is both alluring and intimidating. Tonight, he's donning in an expensive tuxedo.
Derek's point of view:"We'll always be friends forever, right?" Ronnie asked, her big brown eyes sparking at me. I gave her a big smile. "That's right. Friends forever."She raised her pinky finger, hugging her Barbie dolls around her face. "Pinky promise?"She was such a shy girl. I interlocked our pinky fingers. "Pinky promise," I said. My eyes opened as I realized it was nothing more but just a dream. No... Not a dream. More like a memory. A memory from my childhood. A forgotten memory, resurfacing itself out of nowhere. Someone was stirring me up from my sleep. It was Jenkins. "Rise and shine, Sir," he said, leaving me to swing open the vast window curtains. A flood of sunlight blinded my eyes and I groaned, shielding my face with my hand. "Just what's your problem, Jenkins. You're always in my hair.""It's a quarter passed eight, master Derek," Jenkins announced. "Have you forgotten what today is?"I returned back to bed, covering my head with my pillow. "Remind me, Jenk