“Every single thing you see inside this car is for you. Why would I even be pulling your legs when you’re my princess? Come on, darling, check them all out,” he said with a wide grin. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched me open the car door and gasp. I was dumbfounded. How could he have done this all for me? It was too much for me to handle. It had been a while since a man actually got me gifts, I admitted.“Well, you have seen one man that will do anything to please his woman. I will always continue to shower you with gifts until you agree to marry me,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it gently. He looked at me with such devotion that I felt a pang of guilt. I wasn’t even planning to get married to this man, or to have anything serious with him. But he was getting me gifts while I was using him. I could tell that he was really into me. I didn’t know how to handle that, but I pretended to be happy.“Wow, you got me gifts from all the brands. Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Chane
“I am a very rich man. Forget that I work in a hospital for people, you know. It’s because it’s my passion to take care of people in the hospital. My father was extremely wealthy and before he died he left so many of his properties to me, which includes gold and diamond mines and all of his assets to me as the only son. Okay? I am managing all of that and I don’t want you thinking that buying you all these gifts is too much because it’s too little. Matter of fact, I was thinking of buying you a car,” he said casually.He dropped a bombshell on me.“Really? A car? That would have been more interesting than all these gifts,” I said sarcastically.“Actually, I’m kidding. Ladies love fashion, ladies love glamour jewelry, and I’m really happy that you got all that for me. Thank you so much,” I said sincerely.I leaned in for a kiss and we both kissed passionately.So my phone suddenly started ringing in my pocket, jolting me out of my trance. I picked it up to see who it was. It was my hus
"You guys from this family sure know how to spoil," I joked, making him laugh. His chuckle echoed, adding a touch of warmth to the moment."Well, it's our thing," he grinned back. "Spoiling the women we really care about."I checked the time, realizing I had to leave. "Okay, I think it's time for me to go. My husband's probably looking for me." I tried waking up my sister, but she was already knocked out. I had no choice but to let David drive us home.So, this time, I led the way. My car pulled into my driveway, with David and Landry following close behind. Oddly, they didn't enter the garage. That worked out, though. It was easier for me to get my sister out of David’s car. Slowly, I guided her into the house. But before I did that, I thanked Landry."Thanks a lot for everything today. I'll keep these gifts in my car, and tomorrow, I'll move them to my house," I said. He helped me gather the presents from his car into mine. I planned to deal with them tomorrow since it was so late.
“Of course you can,” I shrugged, brushing past him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.“Look, Jane, that’s not how business works, OK? There are protocols to this thing,” he said, his voice strained.I turned sharply to look at him. His blue eyes were pleading with me, but I felt nothing. He was my husband, but also my rival. He owned the company that I wanted to take over.“And I am your wife, and I’m sure that if you want anything to work, it would definitely work. Now you do that or I leave this house,” I said, pointing at the contract on the table.He looked at me in disbelief. “You’re blackmailing me? You’re threatening to divorce me if I don’t give you my company?”I nodded. “That’s right. You have two choices: sign over your shares to me, or lose me forever.”He sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair. He looked defeated.“Okay, fine, we’re going to work something out. But you have to understand something. The highest shareholder currently in my company is holding 70%
“Too bad, sister. I was already imagining you as Mrs. Landry. We don’t know what the future holds for us. Maybe, just maybe, eventually you actually will get married to him, you never can tell,” she said and I thought about it for a moment.“Hmm, there is a possibility,” I said, not really meaning it.“Let’s pack up all this money and gifts so we can go to bed. I don’t know about you but my head is hanging from all that excitement and alcohol,” I said to her and she chuckled lightly.“Of course,” she mouthed. “What are you going to tell your husband about these gifts?” She asked and I smiled eerily.“I don’t know. Till then,” I said, avoiding the question.The truth was, I didn’t care what my husband thought.Feeling a surge of joy in my chest. I stretched my arms and legs, feeling every muscle relax and every joint pop. What a night, I thought, remembering the fun I had yesterday.I got out of bed and wrapped my duvet around me like a cape. I walked over to the window and pulled back
“Oh, no, I haven’t forgotten. My bad,” I said, dropping my bag and everything I brought with me for the gym on the floor. “So how is your health? I heard you were hospitalized,” he asked, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “How do you hear everything, don’t you?” I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head. “You act as if the loss of memory actually made you lose your memory of me. Have you forgotten that I actually know everything and see everything?” He asked, and I acted as though I had forgotten. “Of course, I have forgotten everything. But I do remember that you are my gym instructor and this is the gym that I usually come to,” I said and winked at him. He looked at me in disbelief. “You know you can deceive every other person, but you can’t deceive me. How do you think I know everything and see everything?” He asked, lowering his voice to a whisper. It sent chills down my spine because he was really getting creepy. He did know everything, no jokes. And I’ve always wondered h
“Me,” I said, and he looked at me for a while before bursting into laughter.“You? You’ve been a housewife your whole life. What in the world do you know about management of such a very big and luxurious company like that?” he said. And I took a little bit of offense, but I didn’t let it get to me, because he obviously didn’t know.He mostly didn’t know who exactly I was and what I was capable of doing. So I smirked and told him, “I am very much capable of being a manager and I can prove it,” I said, and he chuckled lightly.“Really? How? Tell me. In fact, show me,” he said.I took in a deep breath and let it out. “First of all, I cannot show you until you’ve given me a chance. Now let’s strike a deal. I will work as a manager or personal assistant for you for just one week and watch how many sales I mount in that one week. And once I’m done with that, if you are impressed, then you’re going to raise me to the very senior manager in the entire company. And if you’re not impressed, the
I stared at the documents in disbelief, feeling a surge of emotions. They resembled the exact same documents the old lady had given me back then when I was in school, only that these were the real ones. The ones I had were counterfeits, and they were useless. But these… these were the keys to a fortune worth billions of dollars.“What? This is impossible. How could you? Why did you hide this from me? All this while? Where were you when I needed you the most?” I exclaimed, clutching the folder to my chest.He smiled sadly and shrugged. “It was all part of a plan to make sure that you didn’t mess up. Thankfully you didn’t do anything rash with the fake documents, but here are the real ones and you can have them,” he said.He gestured to the folder with more papers inside. They were certificates of ownership, bank statements, patents, and other legal documents that proved that I was the sole heir of a fortune that belonged to our late father, who was a genius inventor and a ruthless bus