Damien Yves Etienne’s POVWhilst my mother and father started to have a cheesy love quarrel, I left them alone with an exhausted expression on my face. The moment I went back to the room where Charlotte was, I was immediately greeted by her matching expression on her face, as she lay down the queen-sized bed. My face looked concerned as I looked down to her, seeing how she looked awfully exhausted. Without a hesitation, I gently carried her in my arms like a gentle fragile baby. Charlotte looks at me with a cute pout on her face, as I tried to match my expression with hers when I asked, “Sweetie? Are you alright?”Although it didn’t take her long to respond with reassurance, I was intensely worried to death about her—that is, until she looked at me with those seductive eyes of hers, that naturally made my heart flutter like a butterfly. The very sight of her eyes makes me go crazy already; and little did I know, I already leaned closer towards her and kissed her on the lips passionate
Charlotte Hayes’ POV“But it doesn’t matter, darling. Let them hear all they want. They can't do a thing about it anyways,” Damien said with a chuckle. I woke up early, only to hear these breathtaking comments coming from his mouth. I hopelessly sighs in embarrassment as I cover my face with my palms. After a few teasing moments with him, we went to the dining hall in matching outfits; ofcourse, only after getting ready. “What a lovely morning, isn’t it?” Damien's mother asks, whilst holding a cup of tea. We are currently gathered around the dining table with a mountain of foods placed on the table. Damien and I sat beside each other, while his mother was sitting before us in a graceful way; one that noble ladies possess. Not too long, Damien’s father appeared on the scene. It almost felt like a family gathering, in which the parents test me if I’m good enough to be their son’s lover. “Oh?” Damien’s father asked with a grin on his face. I stood up, and slightly bowed to his presence
Damien Yves Etienne’s POV“What were you thinking when you decided to have an affair with Charlotte?” Father crosses his arms in confusion. The three of us—mother, father, and me are currently inside an empty room that's often used for gathering. Mother is sitting in front of me, whilst sipping a cup of tea in a gentle manner. Father on the other hand, remains focused on his son with a cold glare. I sigh, as I replied, “I didn’t really give much thought to it. The moment she suggested the topic, I immediately thought to myself that this woman is crazy… and that’s how I like it.”Mother smiles as if she’s proud of my answer, while my father gave out a sigh; a hopeless one. “So? What exactly are you planning now that you have an affair? You can’t just stay like this forever,” father replies with a frown on his face. “I know that,” I added, “I, too, am thinking what to do next.” A problematic look appears on my face, as my eyebrows twitch. I know exactly that I have to make my move first
Jake Hayes’ POV“A party?” I said, pressing my phone on my ear, while having a call with my manager, Rosalina Crosette. “Yes, Jake. I know it sounds all of the blue, but the CEO requires everyone to attend the party tonight,” she says with a slightly worried tone. “Why would he call for a party?” I mumbled to myself, as I ended the call. Aviana and I are currently laying on one bed, in the embrace of one another. “What was that?” she asks, looking up to me. “Hm.” I looked at the phone, and then looked back at her. “It seems like Damien is hosting a party at the agency today. It awfully sounds weird…” I mumbled. But then who cares? If he’s trying to do something fishy, I can always repay him with the upcoming runway modeling event. Aviana sighs, “So? Are you gonna go?” I chuckled at her statement and nodded. “I guess I am. I’ll see what he has in plan tonight.” Aviana looked at me with concern in her eyes and said, “I have a bad feeling..” I continued to laugh and reassured her, sayin
Charlotte Hayes’ POVThe grand hall of the building had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle of elegance and style. From the moment the guests entered, they were enveloped in a sea of beauty and luxury. Gleaming crystal fixtures adorned the walls, casting a shimmering light over the marble floors. The speakers were replaced by a live orchestra that set the tone for the night, playing classical melodies as waiters and waitresses moved through the crowd, offering champagne and canapés.Everywhere you looked, there were recognizable faces from the fashion, music, and movie industries, all dressed to the nines in their finest designer gowns and tuxedos. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke, and the atmosphere was electric with excitement for the evening ahead. “Let us welcome the hosts for tonight’s party, Mr. Etienne and his lovely partner..” Luca continued, “Mrs. Charlotte Hayes!” Me and Damien were dressed to the nines, looking every bit the part
Damien Yves Etienne’s POV“Greetings, Mr. Etienne,” one of the guests, Charmayne and her husband came towards me whilst holding a glass of booze in their hand. Charmayne is known as an influential person, considering her wealth and power she holds; but compared to me, her influence is nothing but a mere speck. “Oh, how lovely to see you here, Mrs. and Mr. Hans,” I gave out a slight smile to pretend to be welcoming. “My husband and I thank you for inviting us to this party,” she continued with a flustered look on her face, “But I must say that I am quite flustered from receiving an invitation out of the blue.”I laughed softly at her remarks and said with a smile on my face, “Oh, pardon me for the abrupt invitation. I wanted the party tonight so I had to do this.” “But yet… I am quite confused why you would suddenly call out for a party,” she continued, “You’re not the type to enjoy parties.” I smiled at her remarks without replying back. I looked at the hall, filled with people; celeb
Jake Hayes’ POVA wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.“What is happening?” I asked myself in a low voice. All of the sudden, the music stops. Everyone started to protest, “Who is that woman beside you?! Just how are you related to her? Explain!” It’s like I dug a grave for myself. I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe, every gasp feeling like it's caught in my throat. My legs feel weak and wobbly, like they might give out on me at any moment. A cold sweat breaks out across my f
Aviana Quincy's POVTwo years ago, I found myself a man that I never knew I would fall in love with. And little did I know that the man I treasured, loved, and respected, had somebody else. I was the other woman, without even knowing. "I'm going to get married."But albeit being the other woman, I continued to stay with him, being wrapped around his fingers. That very man I stayed loyal to, was the very man that said the following words, "This woman is nothing but a mere stranger!" My heart was broken into pieces. I know I should be putting myself first. But I was putting myself first. Because all I ever wanted was to be with you. That is, until you pushed me away without hesitation. As I yell, "Let's not keep our relationship hidden anymore!” the people glared at Jake and with a shocked expression. "What..?" Jake asked, flabbergasted by my words. The reporters found this scenario as a catch, and started taking pictures once again. I fell down to my knees, holding unto the other of