thank you for being so sweet. It's not just the miscarriage. this whole month is stressful. My oldest will turn 9 soon, we have another holiday called Sinterklaas where we exchange gifts and like most moms it's all up to me to get everything done. And it 's a lot. buying presents, creating memories. the whole thing is exhausting. anyway. Um. Here's another chapter. Hope you like it.
Hi! I'm busy writing chapter 108, but I'm a bit stuck at the ending and don't want to give you a chapter that's only 1400 words. But... I did rewrite the story I mentioned before and turn it into a billionaire story. That seems to be more popular and could earn me some extra cash during these expensive months. So I was thinking of posting the three chapters I've written, free of course, until I am finished with chapter 108. I haven't applied for anything yet and am unsure if the story will change slightly. The character of Ripley will have some backstory elements that are similar to my own life but exaggerated. And Cas will be an arrogant ass that curses a lot, who will be changed by love and have some secrets that will ruin everything. This is the blurb so far: The arrogant billionaire Cassius Hemming is intrigued by the single mother, Ripley. Not only does she have no interest in him, while most women throw themselves at his feet, she actually shows distaste when talking t
Ripley’s pov To be clear, it wasn’t my choice to move here. I mean, of course, it’s a nice city. But that’s not why I moved to this city. A city I know nothing about, a city where I get lost all the damn time because every building looks the same to me. Maybe it’s because I’m bad at directions; I get out of a store, and I immediately forget if I came from the left side of the street or the right. Or maybe because I’m from a small town and I’m not used to skyscrapers and shopping malls everywhere. It’s a beautiful city, though, and it’s nice to be somewhere where nobody knows who you are or where you came from. But no, I didn’t come to this great and wonderful city for a specific dream or reason, other than the fact that it’s the farthest away I can legally move from my former parent’s in-law. “Ripley?” The kind lady across from me said. Her black hair was in a top knot, and she looked about forty, but I have always been bad at guessing someone’s age. “So, why did you move here?”
Ripley’s pov Dropping the girls off at daycare went surprisingly better than suspected. Maybe it was all the toys, or maybe they weren’t fully awake yet. I know, I am not. This job starts early, and I could barely sleep last night. Although this job was good news—a chance at a new start for me and the girls—I was still really nervous. All night, I prepared for every possibility in my head. It was something that I had always done, but it became worse once I had kids. Every scenario and every thing that could possibly go wrong had entered my mind. I had countless conversations with people that didn’t even exist. Conversations about my girls, my late husband, and my life in general. Things that would probably not even come up. Yet, I had practiced every response to every stupid question I could think of. I yawned behind my hand as I walked towards Allison. I had already gotten dressed in the uniform she had laid out for me. It wasn’t a classic black-and-white uniform like in the mov
Cas’ pov Married? Yeah, right. That woman looked barely older than twenty. And she had been eyeing me all fucking day. No way she was married. She was a handful, though. It had been a while since someone had spoken to me the way she did. Normally, I would have made sure she was fired on the spot, but she intrigued me. There wasn’t really anything special about her. She didn’t have big boobs or a great body. Her ass looked all right when she was picking up the trash, but other than that, the cleaner was pretty basic. Short brown hair, while I preferred long blonds. Brown eyes and little to no make-up on. Her hair was all over the place, like she didn’t give a fuck how she looked. Maybe that’s why she intrigued me. Because she didn’t care. Every woman and man cares who I am. I am Cassius fucking Hemming, the richest man in town. The guy who owns most of the buildings in this damn city. It’s hard to tell who actually wants to get to know me or who wants my money. That’s why I usua
Isaac’s pov Life is good. Which is odd considering we’re preparing for war. Even though the threat against my grandfather is real and we’re all terrified of him getting hurt, life is still better than it has ever been. ‘And you feel bad about it?’ Linus asked, already knowing the answer. Yes, I do feel bad. But I have never been happier. I have a job I love, a pack where I can prove myself as my own man instead of my mothers’ son. But most importantly, I have a mate who loves me just as much as I love her. Emmy loves touching me now. We have sex a lot. Perhaps to catch up, or maybe because Emmy finally realized that what was done to her before she met me wasn’t sex. Or maybe she’s trying to distract herself from the pending doom. ‘Or she’s happy too.’ Linus suggested. She did look happy. Every chance I got, I checked in on my mate. Not because I was worried, which I was too, but more because I loved seeing Emmy in her element. When she was training with my mom or doing well wi
I need to really prepare for battle chapters, so I am trying to make a short version of everything that needs to happen and devide it between each character. which will take me a while. In the meantime I did write another chapter for the new idea. both my kids are playing roblox right now. So i had some time. It's a long one, because I was on a roll lol. chapter 4. Ripley’s pov “Heather will be training you this morning because Mr. Hemming has requested your services today.” Allison told me, first thing when I arrived. She looked so proud, while I felt mortified. It was my second day, and I knew that there was no way in hell that Mr. Hemming had good intentions in asking me to work in his room. That man had only shown arrogance and irritation around me. Besides, I was nobody to him. So what was his deal? Heather rolled her eyes at me and put an obvious fake smile on her face. “I’ll show you how everything is done.” Okay. Does that mean she’s going to purposefully tell me the
okay, I went a bit overboard, but that usually happens once I start a new story or I'm really into a story line.so chapter 5....I've also applied for a contract. hopefully they'll give me one. ------Cas’ pov Fuck! Shit! What a fucking mess! The whole point of asking Ripley to come here was to annoy her. And now I was the one who was annoyed. Not just annoyed. Frustrated. No, fucking pissed off! How dare she reject me? How dare she get into my head? The way she says my name. Fucking hell. I didn’t even think; I just told her to call me Cas. Nobody calls me Cas. One of my favorite nannies used to call me that, but other than that, everyone calls me Cassius or Mr. Hemming. She didn't even realize the significance of my allowing her to call me that. It was like I had no effect on her at all. But she had a fucking effect on me, that's for sure. Even if I didn't want to admit it, Ripley was getting to me. Crawling on all fours, bending over the bed like that. Smelling so damn goo
Ripley’s pov I sat on a bench in the sun. It wasn’t as warm out anymore, but when the sun was shining, it was pretty nice. It was needed, this break. To clear my head, to rest. It wouldn’t work if I was down in the basement with the rest of the cleaners. All that I needed was to watch a video of my girls and feel the sun on my face, and I would be able to handle the rest of the day. It wasn’t like I needed to go back to Cas’ penthouse suite. He told me I was done, so the few hours I had left could be spent cleaning the rooms of the guest who had left today. I giggled as I watched Rose and River act silly. God, how I loved it when they acted silly. My in-laws wanted my girls to always behave, but that’s not how three-year-olds act. They dance, they make silly faces, they have tantrums, and sometimes they go into a fit of laughter for no real reason. They’re brutally honest yet loyal. I love this age, even if it comes with tantrums at times. They’re three. I mean. They’re not allowe