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Dressed in all violet, with jewelry adorning her, reflecting her worth and power, Brindle entered Mr. Wood's company with guards following her. The moment she entered, it was as if the wind itself stood still. Everyone's eyes were on her, and even the air seemed to direct itself towards her. Walking through the grand hall at the entrance towards the elevator, anyone who crossed her path bowed down to her. The consequences were clear; the last time someone tried to prove stubborn or disrespect her, three people lost their jobs. The air in the company seemed to carry an aura of authority and reverence in her presence. They began to exchange glances, their eyes speaking volumes without a single word uttered. Some gave her not-so-welcoming looks, creating an atmosphere of unspoken tension in the room…………. "Why is the door locked to Richard’s office?" she asked her personal assistants. "Because he is out of town," one of them replied. You think, I'm not aware or what, "Can I have the
"Natalie, how many kids do you want to have in the future?" Richard asked as they sat on the ground, a blanket laid out for their couples picnic. Fruits and drinks were perfectly placed on the blanket. "I want three," she said happily. "Oh, three," he said and shook his head. "But I want five… five little girls," he added childishly. Natalie looked at Richard, touched his cheeks, and said, "Anything you want, my love. If you want a hundred kids, I'm going to give it to you." She continued, "But the problem here is that I want to be a mom to boys." Richard looked at her. "But I also want my girls," he said. "Okay, okay, we will figure it out when we get there... maybe 3 girls, 2 boys or 3 boys, 2 girls," she said, laughing. "Then come here and let’s have them right here, right now," he said, shifting to sit closer to her and kissing her passionately. "Are you kidding me?" Natalie said, looking cheerfully at him. "What do you think you’re doing? We are in the open; we can’t have bab
"Let me go, please!" she cried out. "I promised to make amends with you when everything goes well," she said when Marko was pulling her along. "I am not pregnant for you," she said. But Marko turned a deaf ear to her and still pulled her along. Brindle withdrew her hands abruptly. "I am no longer pregnant," she declared, her voice filled with anguish, and dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Marko, perplexed, asked, "What are you saying?" Her hands on her head, she repeated, "I am not pregnant anymore," tears streaming down her face. "I am not pregnant anymore," she sobbed. "I don't believe you," he said skeptically, reaching out to take her hands, attempting to pull her up. Brindle revealed her flat stomach, exposing the fake pregnancy belly she had been wearing. It was a convincing deception, skillfully done. She bent down, crying. Marko, shocked, demanded answers. "What have you done with our baby, Brindle?" Marko shouted, losing his temper. He knelt beside her, demandin
Her eyes finally opened after several attempts. She lay still for a moment, trying to make sense of the room. Confusion marked her expression. Slowly, she raised herself, sitting on the bed before easing her body back down. She gently touched her head, a sign of a headache, and let out a sigh of pain. With bandages still wrapped around her head to address the severe injuries sustained in the accident She managed to free one of her legs from under the blanket and placed it on the floor. The second one followed suit. Sitting on the bed for a moment, she continued to piece together where she was and what had happened. Standing up, she tested her legs, but they began to shake from the prolonged sleep. She stumbled and fell to the floor, letting out a soft exclamation of pain. "Oh my, oh my, you’re alive, you’re alive!" Grandma Leta exclaimed as she entered the room for another round of prayers. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her on the floor. "My goodness, this is a miracle,
Gentle, you had a breakdown, the nurses have just left. How are you feeling now, my dear? Grandma asked, checking Natalie's forehead to see if her temperature had gone down. Natalie nodded. "Here, drink this water," Grandma said, handing her the glass. "Thank you," Natalie said. "Your relatives will be here soon, that's what the nurses said." Natalie looked at her with confusion when she heard that……….. Grandma Leta was about to leave her to rest for some time when Natalie grabbed her hands. "Thank you for everything," Natalie said with a face of appreciation. "Oh, you don’t have to," Grandma Leta smiled at her. "Now get some more rest," she said and walked out…………….. "I'm going to make something for you, I promise you, you will love it. That's one of my grandson's favorites," she smiled. She lay on the bed, staring at the rooftop, tears slowly streaming down her face to her neck.,………… ….…………………………………………………………………………………….. Canada……. We need to take our time with the wedding, Br
Natalie stared at him with a perplexed expression after what he had done. She took his hands in the same manner he had taken hers and slowly returned the handkerchief to him. "I don't need this," she said, giving him a stern look. Suddenly, he used his hands to hit the wall behind her, his demeanor shifting from friendly to more intense. Natalie, looking up at him as he loomed over her, felt a sense of unease. Slowly, he got closer, his face almost touching hers. Startled, Natalie covered her mouth, her eyes widening, and she summoned the courage to push him back… "What do you think you were about to do?" she said angrily, quickly covering her mouth again. He looked at her, silent for a moment, and then replied, wait, do you think I was going to kiss you? Very funny. That would be weird, especially kissing a weirdo like you………….. Natalie quickly removed her hands from her mouth, thinking, "Why would I even think like that? Letting someone like you kiss me," she said, giving him a ste
Slowly, to the right, make the touch more intimate, gaze into her eyes, hold her close to you... Natalie looked at him with disdain as he held her waist while they danced on the stage. "Cut, cut, cut," the director said. "I'm not feeling the presence of you guys," he continued. "Something is missing here. Miss Claus, please check your script well. I need the togetherness here," he emphasized. "Now, action," he said, and the production team went to work. They fixed the light on them in the center, taking it slow, to the right and left. "Position your bodies together, look at her," the director instructed. Liam stared deeply into her eyes as they danced slowly on the stage. Natalie looked at him, feeling uncomfortable with how he looked at her. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, continuing to stare deeply into her eyes, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Natalie blinked, gave him a stern look, and stepped on his foot slowly. "Aww, that hurt," he said while still looking at her.
"You don’t look like yourself these days, Sir," his assistant asked as he sat in his office chair, feeling a little dull. He raised his head, shook it, and replied, "Everything is alright, Tina," before continuing with his work. Tina persisted, "It doesn’t look like it." He smiled and said, "I am." "You haven’t been yourself since the Met Gala night. I have noticed the changes here and there." Richard looked up at her, smiled again, and remained silent. "You have a meeting with the board members in about an hour," she said and walked out. Richard stopped whatever he was doing, leaned back in his chair, and said nothing, his hands on his forehead……………………. He opened his drawer to retrieve something and came across a portrait of him and his ex-wife, Natalie. He took it out and smiled, gently touching Natalie's face in the image…….. Even as much as I miss you, I can't muster the courage to face your image because of the pain I've caused you, Nate. But can you blame me? An innocent