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. We have been together for three years, and I felt like the happiest woman in the world. Mark was handsome and charming, and we shared a similar sense of humor. I could often see how other women looked at him with jealousy, but Mark only focused on me. The ride to our apartment took me about ten minutes, and I felt growing excitement. I had a feeling that this evening would be very special to me. And Mark did not disappoint me. When I came home, I immediately noticed rose petals scattered around the floor and candles in every corner. It was so romantic that I could cry. I heard the running water, which meant Mark was taking a shower. ' Wouldn't it be nice to join him?' I thought to myself, placing my bag on the hanger in the hall. Since it was a tempting option, I quickly ran to our bedroom and undressed myself. I put on a bathrobe to cover my nudity. Call me a prude, I do not care. I approached the bathroom, and my hand froze on the knob when I heard moans coming from inside. Those noises took me by surprise. Was Mark helping himself with some inappropriate videos? That was not like him at all. Or maybe I was oblivious to that. I felt a little cheeky today, so I decided to catch him red-handed. It might be fun to watch him explain himself. I would never consider my man to be a naughty boy. With a wide grin, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. " Suprise!" I yelled with a giggle. And indeed, it was a surprise for the three of us. Mark froze in the middle of pumping the woman, whose breasts were pressed to the shower glass wall, now on full display. I could not see her face as it was covered with wet hair, but I recognized her voice the moment she squealed, covering herself. It was my stepsister! My fiance was fu*king my step-sister on our third anniversary. "Millie," he said in a shocked tone, as my presence here surprised him. " What are you doing here?" " It is my apartment. What is she doing here?" I hissed, pointing at Sandra, who hid behind Mark's back but glared at me with a smirk. " It is not what you think," Mark said, grabbing a towel to cover himself. " I think it is exactly what I am thinking," I replied coldly and left the bathroom. I could hear Sandra saying something, but I could not understand it. Not that I cared. I locked the door and grabbed my clothes to dress myself. I heard someone leaving the bathroom, and soon, Mark was banging at the door. " Millie, please let me in. Let me explain everything." When I was ready, I did as he asked, but just to push him away on my way out. I stopped only to grab my keys and bag. When I glanced back, I noticed Sandra standing at the bathroom door. She was still naked. The triumphal smile was dancing on her lips. I left the house before they could see my breakdown. When I finally reached my car, the hot tears rolled down my cheeks. This evening was supposed to be remarkable. And indeed it was. I have started my car, not sure, when I am supposed to go. The answer came almost immediately. My phone rang, and it was my best friend, Gabrielle. " How are the little doves?" She chirped as soon as I picked up the phone. " Can I stay at your place for a while? " I asked in a shaky voice. " Is it wine or whiskey?" " Whiskey," I replied immediately. That was Gabrielle, she did not ask any questions.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
Alexander's POV I looked at my father, trying my best to hide my annoyance. How many times can we return to the subject I was not too fond of? Why they can't let me live the way I want? " Seriously, Dad? This again?" I asked, shaking my head. " Yes, son, this again." He replied coldly. Maxwell Foster was a tough man who built his empire and ruled it with an iron fist. He never gave up, no matter what. Now, as his son, I became the CEO of Forster Inc. I have worked at this company for many years, starting at the bottom and climbing. I could be the only son of my father, but he made sure I would learn to respect everyone's work here before handing me the highest responsibility. I proved myself, and now he could retire with peace of mind. Our company was one of the largest in the country and needed to be supervised without a break, but I loved it. Someone would say I was a workaholic, but my office was my favorite place, right after my apartment, which was a man's cave.
Millie's POV I arrived at Gabrielle's place fifteen minutes later. She was busy preparing the dinner and setting plates on the table. I quickly noticed that there were three plates. " Is someone else coming?" I asked, even if I knew the answer already. After all, I was greeted with the smell of curry at the entrance—Gabrielle's boyfriend's favorite dish. My best friend blushed, and I knew I was correct. Michael was coming. Awesome, that was precisely what I needed today. Me and Michael never got along. Gabrielle met her boyfriend at one of those fancy lawyers' events and got smitten almost instantly. They were a couple for more than four years, and he still did not propose to her, even if she was the best thing that happened to him. I doubted he could see that. Of course, as any good lawyer, he could play any role perfectly. In front of Gabrielle, he was a loving and caring boyfriend, but I had more than one chance to see him glancing at other women for much longer th
Alexader's POV I could not stop thinking about the woman I accidently met not long ago. After the first impression when I thought she was the drama queen, I changed my mind. Apparently, she was going through some hard times, and I only saw a woman who cried over the spilled coffee. " I usually do not act like this." She told me back then, and those words replayed in my mind. I knew nothing about her, but when I heard the words homeless, jobless, and cheated, I could not stop myself from offering her my number. Now, I was questioning myself why on earth I did that, but at the moment, it seemed to be the only right thing to do. What the hell was wrong with me? I blamed my parents for my actions. Why? Because they taught me to show compassion to those less fortunate. My parents set them as examples by being active members of several charity organizations. When I was younger, I could not understand how privileged I was by growing up in a wealthy family. All I could see wa
Millie's POV I stormed out of the bank, leaving speechless Lindsay behind me. There was only one person I wished to see right now: my wicked stepmother, Deborah. I reached my family's house in no time and barged in without waiting for an invitation. It took me only a second to locate this vicious woman. I was lucky, and my father was also there. " How could you do it to me?" I asked as soon as they noticed me. " What are you talking about?" Deborah asked innocently. " Do not play dumber than you actually are," I hissed, ready to rip off her hair. "Millie, watch your mouth. You are speaking to your mother." My dear father spoke for the first time. " Fresh news, she is not my mother," I snapped back at him. " What brings you here?" My father asked, his tone got colder. " Is it not my house anymore? Do I need a reason to visit?" I asked sarcastically. " Not when you come here in a state like this, throwing some accusations. What is it this time?" My father looke
Alexander's POV I was in the middle of a heated conversation with John regarding my next-day schedule when my phone rang. Since the amount of people that required my attention already made me annoyed, I answered the call with my coldest tone. " Hello?" I asked, skipping any pleasantries. " Hello, it is Millie..." I heard the voice on the other side. " Wrong number," I replied shortly, ready to hang up. I had no memory of the woman whose name was Millie. It was probably another journalist who bribed someone in the company to get my private number. I almost pressed the end-up call button when I heard the words that stopped me from doing that. " I am Twelve." She said, waiting for my response. " Give me a second," I told her in a much calmer tone, at the same time motioning to John that it was an important call. He left the office, shooting me surprised glances, but I ignored him. " Hello, Twelve. How are you?" I almost cursed myself for such a pathetic question.
Millie's POV I looked around Alexander's place and from one glance, I could say it was a man cave. But to be honest, it was surprisingly neat. I wondered if he cleaned it before the meeting or if it was just his habit. Most men I know are messy, and their homes look like dumpsters. This was a pleasant exchange. " I will show you your bedroom," Alexander said, pointing to one of the doors. I followed his directions and found myself in the cozy little bedroom with a built-in wardrobe, double bed, and a bedside drawer. It was a perfect guest room. " Thank you," I said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper. " Not mention it." Alexander waved his hand dismissively. " I will get us something to eat. It is not healthy to only survive on coffee. Make yourself comfortable. With those words, he left the room, and I sat on my new bed. It was time to let Gabrielle know I was going to be moving out, so I pulled out a mobile and searched for my friend's number. " Hey Ga