She was back. What did that make me? The other woman? Prisley felt a wave of sadness.
She agreed to the contract because of the money and because Heather was handsome, but the main thing was he was single at that time.
No matter how poor Prisley was, she would never get involved in someone else's marriage or relationship. That was her bottom line.
Now that Filla had been back and they were so close, Prisley was just the extra person. Heather’s trip this time was really to see Filla, wasn’t it? Otherwise, why didn’t he take her along?
The business trip…thinking of it now…
Heather had just left Filla’s arms and then came to her for sex? No wonder she felt something was off about him today, something she couldn’t put her finger on, but it was definitely there.
Disgusting!
Prisley rushed back to the bathroom. The intimacy and excitement moments ago seemed like a joke now!
Applying several times the usual amount of shower gel, she scrubbed her skin hard with a sponge, removing the scent of perfume and his touch until her skin was slightly red. She washed her hair again, letting it return to its natural wavy curls. Then she picked up a dark red lipstick instead of the bright red one which was used to imitate Filla. Even her eye makeup was redid in the way she liked.
Ten minutes later, a completely different Prisley walked out of her office.
Four years ago, naive and inexperienced, Prisley signed the contract and only read the terms afterward. That’s when she learned she had to mimic another woman. Though her pride was hurt, as a recent graduate burdened with student loans, she bowed to reality.
Later, she learned that the woman was Heather’s ex-girlfriend, Filla.
He was in a coma for several months after a car accident, with little hope of waking up. Filla left him and married a wealthy businessman abroad.
Months later, Heather miraculously woke up. He was depressed for a while after Filla’s departure, then selected Prisley as his contract lover.
The reason Prisley was chosen, besides standing out among the competitors, was that she resembled Filla a lot.
Over the years spent together, Prisley secretly fell in love with Heather, but she couldn’t say anything. To Heather, she was just the other party to the contract, someone he could always deal with by using money.
Heather, as the new head of the powerful Warner Group, was high above, and wouldn’t easily change what he set his mind on. He definitely didn’t want any stories beyond the contract.
Prisley used to think it was enough to love him secretly. After all, apart from his occasional bad temper, erratic personality and frequent coldness, he was quite nice to her. But now, with Filla back and they being so intimate, Prisley felt like a rat that couldn’t see the light of day. It was a horrible feeling.
She had already wasted some work time on personal matters and couldn’t afford to be distracted any longer. Prisley quickly adjusted her mood.
"Eric, is the report ready for the meeting?"
"Just finished double-checking the data."
"Send me a copy, the meeting is about to start."
"Lisa, expedite the contract with SSA Company."
She worked like a precision clock, busy and accurate. As always, she did her job as an executive assistant perfectly. Any emotional pain was well hidden beneath her strong exterior.
After assigning tasks to her team, Prisley returned to her office. The vibrant sparkle in her eyes was completely gone. She took out a few jewelry boxes from her drawer and opened them, feeling a bit lost.
Inside were pieces from major brands, each worth a fortune. They were all gifts from Heather. Prisley didn’t like wearing elaborate jewelry, only putting them on when accompanying him to events.
She picked a ring from the box. It was a custom-made piece she and Heather had designed together, and they each had one. Of all the jewelry, this was the only piece she intended to keep. She would return the rest to Heather.
Prisley walked into the CEO’s office and handed over some documents. “Mr. Rynn, these need your signature.” Her tone was professional and devoid of any emotion.
Heather looked up at her and seemed to be taken aback. His gaze didn’t leave her face. “What’s going on?” He took the documents, glanced at them briefly, then tossed them aside, still staring at her.
Prisley felt uncomfortable under his gaze. “Nothing, this is how I originally looked. And, Mr. Rynn, this is how I’ll be dressing from now on.”
Heather seemed to understand. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on her, now with a hint of coldness.
“Why?” he asked.
Prisley only called him Mr. Rynn in formal settings, but now he sensed something he’d never felt before - she was unhappy.
“Mr. Rynn, I saw the news just now,” Prisley said calmly, though her heart ached. “I think you no longer need me in this role.” She felt her breathing grow heavier. She tried hard to control it so that he wouldn’t notice.
“So?” he asked, showing no particular expression, as his hand slowly opened the drawer beside him.
“So...I want to quit.” “This is for you.” They spoke simultaneously, each handing over something.
Prisley placed a resignation letter on Heather’s desk, while Heather handed her a check of five million dollars.
Prisley’s breath caught as she looked at the check. Her eyes flashed with surprise.Heather glanced at the resignation letter on the desk, his gaze even colder. He picked up the letter and slowly tore it in pieces. He stared at Prisley, "Her return has nothing to do with you. The contract isn’t up yet."His light blue eyes were like icy lake water, sending a shiver down Prisley’s spine. She remained silent for a moment, trying to steady her breathing."Mr. Rynn, the meeting with David is starting in ten minutes. You should go now." She tried to keep her voice steady, but it still trembled.Heather stood up, walked around the desk, and lifted her chin with his fingers. "How dare you think of leaving me?" His possessiveness radiated from him. Then he straightened his tie and walked out. "Go to the meeting," he said over his shoulder.In the conference room, the company’s senior executives were seated. Denis, Heather’s brother as well as the vice president, watched Heather stroll in leisu
Prisley felt a chill run down her spine as she walked out. Her back stiffened.As she closed the door behind her, the sound of breaking glass echoed from the office and made her heart skip a beat. She frowned, knowing that Heather had exploded in anger.Prisley walked over to the Secretariat and spoke to Lisa, a secretary. "Lisa, let everyone know not to enter the president's office for the next twenty minutes."Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "Is he mad again?"Prisley nodded. "Yes. Tell the janitorial staff to be ready." With that, she went back to her office.Heather's temper was unpredictable. Sometimes, he would fly into a rage for no apparent reason. Prisley was the only one who could calm him down.No matter how angry Heather got, a few gentle words from Prisley would restore his peace. This earned Prisley the nickname "Firefighter" among her colleagues.But this time, she was the cause of the fire.Back at her desk, Prisley hid her face behind a folder and let the tears flow.
"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said. His tone was deep with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer and tightened his embrace. "I just... don't want you to go." His gaze softened, showing a hint of vulnerability that was quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.She leaned against him, feeling Heather's firm chest. Just as she was about to comfort him, Heather suddenly released her. His eyes turned cold again."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Heather felt an inexplicable anger. Just because Filla was back, Prisley wanted to leave him. And she seemed determined to do it, showing no signs of changing her mind.Heather was in a bad mood. He wanted Prisley to stay with him tonight. Even if they just stayed in the
"What's wrong? Are you crying?" Heather asked.He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face."What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice grew louder."No, he was nice to me. It's just... I met her at the party." Prisley was never one to show her vulnerability in public.It was only after saying goodbye to Steve that she dropped her facade. She walked back slowly, and tears streamed down her face.Heather immediately called Steve."Got it, thanks, Steve." He got the whole story from Steve."I should just leave, otherwise this awkwardness will keep happening," Prisley said, sniffling. Having Heather by her side made her feel a bit better.Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't need to care about her at all.""How can I not care? I'm just a fake version of her in your eyes." Prisley lay on the sofa, feeling depressed.Heather's gaze darkened. He reached for a box on the coffee table. "Try this on. Let me see how beautiful it looks."He took out a
Heather froze. His body temperature dropped in an instant. The fire in his eyes extinguished, turning cold as a glacier in mere seconds.Prisley shivered involuntarily.He was always high and mighty, surrounded by admirers, never having been teased with like this.Prisley had been compliant for the past four years, indulging his every whim, no matter how outrageous or demanding. And now she dared to play him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her once docile and pure face now like an angry kitten showing its claws and fangs."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he said through gritted teeth.Heather buttoned up his shirt. Coldly and heavily pressed a kiss onto Prisley's lips before turning to leave.The room's amorous atmosphere vanished instantly. Prisley still felt a chill down her spine. She had actually angered him...She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, which were a bit sore, tasting the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.Two kisses like
"No - !" Prisley gasped, Heather seemed so unfamiliar, so out of control, so far from the wise and calm man she knew.She was pinned against the desk. And the door was unlocked. It was the weekend, but what if someone came in? Prisley couldn't bear to think any more."Stop it, Heather, please," she begged tearfully, but Heather was still unbuttoning her.Desperation and humiliation washed over Prisley. She closed her eyes tightly, gathered every ounce of energy she could, and pushed Heather away when he least expected it.With a loud smack, a slap landed on his face. Heather froze. The chill emanated from him accumulating.Prisley slipped out from under him and rushed toward the door.She ran out into the hallway, disoriented and frantic. Her clothes disheveled, and her hair wild.She was terrified. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.Suddenly, someone rounded the corner and almost collided with Prisley."Prisley? Are you still working today? I came to pick up something at the
Prisley had always been careful about contraception. After all, it was a clause in her contract.She remembered about five weeks ago, Heather had been unusually passionate one day. Rarely, he came to her apartment and they made love from day to night. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next morning, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take the morning-after pill.Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return. Prisley didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"She was only 26, and her career was just taking off. Having a baby now didn't seem like a good idea. And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his recent erratic behavi
To show her respect, Prisley chose a fitted long dress. After carefully dressing up, she put on high heels and waited for Mark to pick her up.Mark spotted Prisley standing by the road from a distance. In her light green dress, with her wavy hair falling to her waist, she looked as elegant and fresh as a woodland fairy. Her hair was styled simply, adding a touch of refinement compared to the casual look she had in the morning.Mark was stunned, forgetting to drive when the light turned green, until the car behind him honked.When a Ferrari roared up next to Prisley, and the driver took off his sunglasses, she realized it was her ride. Mark, dressed in a loose floral shirt, looked stylish and relaxed, with an unrestrained air. He smiled broadly as he opened the car door for her.Another car change? Wasn’t it a Bentley this morning? She shook her head, marveling at her entanglement with a playboy.As Prisley settled into the passenger seat, Mark couldn’t help but stare at her for a few s