Millie's POV I still could not believe how Alexander convinced me to take his card. After the initial agreement, I changed my mind and tried to return it to him, but he rejected it and called me a deal breaker. He said I could use it to buy my clothes, and it was not a big deal, but I saw it differently. It was too much, way too much. Alexander allowed me to stay at his place and eat his food. I should not use his money. But I was desperate. I could not show myself in any interview, wearing the only clothes I had that were good for a grocery run but not the work hunt. I arrived at the biggest mall in our town. It had various shops that offered a wide range of prices and brands, from designer brands to some more affordable items. In the past, I would probably visit some of my favorite shops, but today, I had to think of a budget since I was not spending my own money. I chose one of the shops on the ground floor that looked promising. Through the windows, I noticed a nice
Alexander's POV I was enjoying my late breakfast when John entered my office without knocking. I would scold him for that, but my mouth was full of scrambled eggs, which I did not prefer to spit all over my desk. Instead, I gave him a look filled with disapproval. " Sorry to bother but I have a manager of one of your shops on the line. He says it is something urgent, " John smiled at me. It did not look like he was sorry at all. " Can't you deal with that? Is it not what I pay you for?" I spoke as soon as I managed to swallow my food. " He only wants to talk to you," John replied, shrugging his arms. " Fine, put him on the line," I hesitantly agreed. God help this guy if that was something trivial. John nodded and left. Seconds later, my phone rang. " Yes," I answered on a speaker since John was already back in my office. I gave him a sign to sit. " Good morning, Mr Foster. It is Ben Clark, store manager from Dress to Impress." I heard on the other line. It was
Millie's POV My anxiety hit the roof when the store manager disappeared behind the door. The girl behind the counter was eyeing me, and her look was very judgmental. Do they really think I stole this card? Unless it was Alex who stole it, and now he pushed me under the bus. I quickly dismissed that thought. Why would he do it after helping me so much? Every passing minute felt like a year. Customers filled the shop, and I felt like they already knew about my crime. What crime? Pull yourself together, girl. After what felt like an eternity, the manager came back, but his expression had changed. He looked apologetic, scared even. Yep, the card was stolen, and I was the main suspect. " I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting," he finally spoke, taking me by surprise. " It is not a big deal," I managed to answer, instantly cursing my stupidity. No big deal. It was a huge deal. " Thank you for your understanding. I hope you understand I had to make sure ev
Alexander's POV I watched Millie, who was now blinking uncontrolled, stunned by my words. I know I acted too fast, but I did not have much choice, not after the earlier conversation. " I am really disappointed with you, son," my father's tone was cold as ice. " What are you talking about?" I asked, frantically thinking about what could be the reason for his phone call. " I thought we were close as a family, and we could trust each other, but I guess I was wrong," he spoke again without giving me a hint of what could make him so upset. My father's words were true. We were close indeed, as we kept no secrets from each other. Of course, in the past, as a stupid teenager, I tried to be rebellious, but this faze was long gone. Now, I had no doubts, my family would always have my back as I had theirs. " Dad, I really need some clarification here if I am going to deal with your accusations, " I said, slightly offended by his words. I could not think of anything that could
Millie's POV I noticed that Alex was watching me with growing interest. His eyes were sparkling, and I was grateful he could not hear my thoughts. Did I just agree to be his wife? That was insane, but it was done. I do not take my words back. " Well?" Alex asked, and my mind went blank. Well, what? " Sorry?" I asked suprised. " Your conditions," he reminded me politely while I wondered what Gabrielle would say right now. He would scold me for my stupidity, for sure. " Ah, yes, conditions," I mumbled, thinking about any I could come out with. " I would like to keep my last name." Yes, this one was good. If this marriage was going to be a facade, then it was better to do it in case of unavoidable divorce. I glanced at Alex. He looked like he was considering my proposition. " Fine, we can discuss it further if you decide to change your mind," he said slowly. " We will split the living costs evenly. I will find work and contribute to the household, " I said, enc
Millie's POV " I think it will be all for today, " I said, standing up. The members of my board nodded and left the conference room. I sighed with relief. Budget meetings were always long, but today, we managed to finish it in record time. I was buzzing with excitement as it was my and Mark's anniversary. Since all urgent matters were sorted, we had time to celebrate it properly. He was recently complaining about the time I was spending at work. I could understand it, but on the other hand, I did not want to disappoint my father. This place was like a child to him, and I promised to take good care of it. But today, I was done with my work. " Goodbye, Lucy," I offered a warm smile to our receptionist on my way to the taxi. " Goodbye, boss." She replied with a slight nod. I'm not too fond of cabs, but Mark asked me to borrow him my car since his car broke down not long ago. He was not working today, but I was sure he had planned something for us that required a trip.
Millie' POV " This bi*ch has no shame!" My best friend said, forcing a glass of whiskey on rocks into my hand. " She was not alone there, you know," I replied, dropping on her plushy, pink couch. Gabrielle could be a successful lawyer, but she always said being a princess was her absolute dream. Her place was almost all pink with some glittery and sparkly accents. It was not my style, but still, I felt at home here. Especially since my family home was not so welcoming anymore. My father remarried three years after my mother's death. I was ten at the time. His new wife, Deborah, moved in with her nine-year-old daughter, Sandra. I felt happy for my father, and I wished for him to have someone close. Unfortunately, from the very beginning I knew that Deborah did not like me much. She was always cold and distant, but my father was smitten with her. He often told me I should give her more time to know me better, and I followed his advice, but nothing changed. Deborah could
Millie's POV And there I was. I sit on the bench with a cup of coffee beside my feet. In just a matter of minutes, I became homeless and lost my job. The only thing that was not bothering me was Mark. Sandra could keep him for herself. His betrayal stung a little, but I had serious problems to think about. First, I will have to find a new job. My phone rang again. It was Gabrielle. She had been calling me for the last twenty minutes, but I was not ready to talk to her right now. I sipped my coffee, thinking about my current situation. What was the most hurtful was my father's betrayal. I always knew he wanted to be Sandra's favorite stepdad, but I would never imagine he would turn his back on me. But there he was, sitting quietly while Debora and her good-for-nothing mother were humiliating me in every possible way. He allowed them to take everything from me like I was nothing to him. If my mother would be still with us, nothing like this would happen. But she was long gone