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= 22 = Don't cut my wings!
Raeesa EmeryAny idea, what's gonna happen next?
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Playboy's Mistress = 23 = Who did hurt you?
AUTHOR'S POV The door of the luxurious penthouse apartment swung open as Ivan, his tired figure, stepped inside. "Ember," he called out, only to be met with darkness within his apartment. Slipping his hand into his pants pocket, he retrieved a flashlight and switched it on. "Ember, why are the lights off?" he inquired as he made his way to the house's switchboard. Suddenly, his shoe landed on a broken vase, catching him by surprise. He looked down and his eyes widened at the sight of the shattered pieces. Hurriedly, he turned on every light in the house. With the lights illuminating the space, he surveyed the situation. Everything seemed fine, except for the broken glass vase. Anger welled up inside him as he entertained the thought of Ember being responsible for its destruction. "Where the hell is she?" he muttered. Closing the door behind him, he entered his bedroom, only to be greeted by darkness once again. He flicked on the lights and saw Ember sitting on the floor, clutchin
Playboy's Mistress = 24 = How dare you hurt my wife?
AUTHOR'S POV Angry, red eyes stared deeply into Serenity's soul as she gasped for air, her puffy eyes fixed on Ivan. He held a gun to her forehead, just one pull away from ending her life. Ivan's earlier words echoed in her head. "How dare you hurt my woman?" That same sentence burned inside her. He referred to a random girl they encountered on the roadside as his wife, dismissing her as a gold digger. "Did you think that after hurting my woman, I would let you sleep peacefully?" He asked, his anger evident, refusing to break eye contact. If Ivan possessed the power to burn someone with his gaze, Serenity feared he would have incinerated her on the spot. "Ivan," she mumbled. Only she knew how desperately she longed to embrace him and scream out her love for him, to let him know how deeply she cared. One held the flame of anger in his eyes, while the other held the flame of love in hers. "I warned you not to enter my house in my absence, so how dare you enter and hurt my wife?" He
Playboy's Mistress = 25 = Love bite
Author's POV: She looked at him with indeterminate emotions, while he returned her gaze with anger. Eventually, he removed himself from her body, prompting her to quickly sit up and retreat. Ignoring her reaction, he strode in the direction of the bathroom. "I am not a fragile woman," she mumbled, her words reaching his ears and causing him to pause in his steps. He turned slightly, casting a glance at her that seemed to convey the message, 'Really?' She averted her eyes, avoiding direct eye contact, and focused on the bed. "What did you mumble?" he asked, causing her to look at him. Obvious fear was visible in her eyes. "I am not a fragile woman," she replied, to which he smirked. "Yes, you're not fragile. You're simply exceptionally good," he said. "But don't be overly kind to anyone except your family and me," he added. "Come here," he suddenly ordered. "Huh?" She was taken aback, and his voice alone sent shivers down her spine. He had just drained the life out of her, so wha
Playboy's Mistress = 26 = Hannah, she is here?
Ember's POV:As I gaze out through the floor-to-ceiling mirror wall, I watch birds soaring in the sky. Meanwhile, here I am, trapped in this luxurious penthouse. I don't know when I'll regain my freedom. Will it be when he grows bored of me? But I don't even know when that will happen. I never imagined that my situation would turn out like this when I came to New York. I had envisioned fulfilling all my dreams upon arriving here, but instead, look at my fate. Now I'm beginning to think that coming to New York was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I wish I had never come here.I have lost all contact with my father. Ivan broke my phone that night when he kidnapped me, and on that same day, I had spoken to Papa. Now I'm at a loss for how to reach out to him. He must be worried about me and waiting for my call. I don't even have any friends who can help me in this terrible situation. Serenity used to be my friend, but that girl... Oh, I don't want to talk about her. I never imagine
Playboy's Mistress = 27 = His lunch, her visit
"Mrs. Morgan, in business, nobody values relationships. Nobody cares about relationships... Everybody prioritizes profit. Everybody cares about money."_____________________________________________________AUTHOR'S POVShe looked at the expansive clothes hanging in the cupboard. Two hours ago, three ladies had come to arrange this cupboard. Now, on the left side, all her types of clothes were present, and on the right side were Ivan's clothes. She took out ankle-length black pants and a white tee. Her eyes widened when she saw the price of the tee: $900! She could pay four months' rent for her previous apartment with that amount. Then she checked the price of the pants, and it was $1000. She decided not to check the prices of her other clothes when she saw how many there were.Shaking her head, she closed the door and walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower. She needed some refreshment. She was tired of everything happening in her life. After 30 minutes, she came back feeling r
Playboy's Mistress = 28 = Take off your clothes!
EMBER'S POV"Can you see this huge building, Papa? One day, I will be the owner of this very building. You'll see, Papa. There will be a long black car waiting for me, driven by my driver who will also be my bodyguard. He will take me to my empire, where everyone will greet me by saying, 'Look, our intelligent miss, Ember William, is here.'""Oh, Ember, stop daydreaming and focus on the fishes. You're missing out on a lot.""Oh, Papa, the desire to fulfill dreams starts with our imagination. I'm not daydreaming; I'm imagining. A great person once said, 'The more powerful your imagination, the more powerful your future.' So whatever you want to do, first create an image in your mind and dedicate yourself to it.""Is that so? Well, I don't see a hardworking Ember; all I see is an Ember who daydreams about her future but never dares to work hard.""Oh, Papa, I am working hard, and I bet that next month I will secure a seat in one of the most prestigious colleges in the USA.""Ma'am, we h
Playboy's Mistress = 29 = Late night Conversation
AUTHOR'S POVIt was 2 AM in the morning, and she was wide awake, staring at the ceiling of the bedroom. The worries of her father finding out about her marriage were not letting her sleep. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with excuses for not attending the party. Her body tensed as she felt Ivan's grip tighten around her waist.She knew Ivan would take her to the party no matter what, and there would be media. It wasn't that her father would judge her; he had never been judgmental about her. He would never think or say anything bad about her after learning about her marriage to Ivan. He would understand her, but she still feared his reaction. Many people had suggested to her father not to send his daughter to New York City for her studies and instead get her married to a man. However, her father always dismissed their suggestions, saying, "My daughter isn't like all other girls... She is my pride, my respect, and she will never do anything that would dishearten me."She shifted
Playboy's Mistress = 30 = You are so beautiful, sweetheart!
Ember's POV"How is the dress?" he asked, showing me a full-sleeved frock that would reach my knees. The frock is light brown. Here I am standing in front of him in a bathrobe, and he is standing half-naked, only in ankle-length pants, showing his abs."It's good," I murmured."It's amazing. It will brighten your skin, and red lipstick will make you even more beautiful," he said, placing the frock behind him on the table. I saw him approaching me, and I held the knot of my bathrobe more tightly."Come here," he said and dragged me to the dressing table. Making me sit on the table, he sat in front of me on the dressing table. He took the makeup kit and looked at me."Do you know how to do makeup?" he asked, and I shook my head negatively."You've never done it before?" he asked in disbelief."I have done it, but they were light makeups. Here, there's a lot, and I don't know many of the things that are present here," I replied."Oh, wait," he mumbled and took out his phone. I saw him st
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