Hey everyone,
This is the end of Christian and Serena’s story. Thanks for following me on this journey, and please know I’m grateful for all of you.
I remember freaking out over reaching 10K views, and somehow we ended up here. (!?) (Hopefully, more to come.)
As I’m still new to this publishing style, I’m still learning to combine my writing with my ADHD and haven’t always been the clearest about my schedule. I’m genuinely sorry for that.
In the future, I will try to communicate more with the readers who have supported me from the start!
The end of the last chapter is an introduction to Vincenzo’s spin-off, which you can also read on this platform (Our Promise: Vincenzo Garcia) so please feel free to check it out.
I took a turn and stared at the little clothing I was wearing. How did it even get this far and why was I even doing this?I could've taken a job at the convience store or as a choreographer which was actually suppose to be my goal in the first place. I didn't mind stripping, or the outfits. I never
We were at the bar in the private room, waiting for further instructions. This wasn’t supposed to be like this, I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve been downstairs dancing with the other girls.I looked around me and took in my new surroundings. I had been working here for six months but had never been
“Are you sick again?” Faith nagged me while we were watching a movie. I ran to the bathroom for what would be the fourth time today and was exhausted.I had been feeling like this for three months now and my body felt close to giving up on me, but I knew this was probably because I tended to overwor
Christian made his way next to his brother while I lowered my head and had no plans of raising it, but unfortunately, he wouldn’t let me. “Look at me.”Just as I remembered his voice was strong and dominant. Even if I wanted to I could not disobey him, he seemed like a control freak and ordered peop
Christian“You are early today, sir,” Emmanuella told Christian when he had entered the mansion. Christian gave the woman a look of pity and felt awful. He knew that being a housekeeper was her job and that Emmanuella had been with the family before he was even born, but he couldn’t imagine cleaning
“Do you need help, miss?” The female employee who had been watching my every move asked. I shook my head and tried to cover myself up with my hoodie even more than I had already done. I had been standing in the pregnancy aisle and staring at the different tests for a while now and was unsure of what
After feeling emotionally numb for several hours I decided to call my doctor and was scheduled for a meeting the same day. The most difficult thing would be me taking a pregnancy test yet once again to confirm it.Hearing that the baby was the size of a blueberry was enough reason for me to ignore t
The moment Christian walked in, all the staff stopped doing whatever they were doing and perfectly lined up like obeying dogs while Christian chuckled, probably thinking it was as uncomfortable as I thought. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” The guy who had appeared from behind a wall asked him be