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 not accept me. On the other hand, my father fully accepted Sandra and spoiled her on any occasion. When I grew up, I understood that he was buying himself her love. He cared about me, but he always tried to get Sandra's acceptance. And she knew how to use it to her advantage. " I hope his di*k will get rotten and fall off," Gabrielle said, yanking me back to reality. She could be a princess, but anger got the best out of her. I sipped my whiskey, letting the burning liquid travel slowly down my throat. " You know you can stay here as long as you want," my best friend continued since I was quiet. " Thank you, but I do not want to be a burden to you. Besides, I have my apartment, " I finally replied. " Do you really want to go back there?" Gabrielle offered me a puzzled look. I chuckled, leaning back on her comfy sofa. I had to go back there. This place was mine. My father bought it for me when I started my work in the company. " I have to, even if I do not like the idea," I said, shaking my glass and staring at the twirling liquid. " I would go there, and I would set this place on fire," Gabrielle replied with a concerned expression. "Let's keep it as a plan B," I looked at my best friend with a small smile. My phone rang for the second time today. " Is it Mr Pumping Di*k?" Gabrielle asked in an angry tone. I looked at the screen and noticed it was my father's number. Probably, he already knew about my adventure today. " Hello? " I answered the phone with no emotions. " Mille, where are you? I am so worried about you," My father asked in a concerned tone. " I am at Gabrielle's house," I replied simply, hoping it would make him calmer. " Come home. We need to talk," Father said, and I heard Deborah in the background. At least she was not worried. "Okay," I mumbled and hung up. " It is time for a family meeting," I added, looking at Gabrielle. " Do you want me to go with you?" She looked at me with hope, but I had to deny her offer. If Gabrielle had been there with me, the hell would have broken. She was always very protective of me, and she knew everything about my situation at home. " I will be fine. It looks like my Dad would like to console me a little. I will be back soon, " I offered her a reassuring smile. An hour later. I arrived at my family home, preparing for whatever awaited me. My father was waiting for me in the living room. Deborah was by his side. I almost hiss3d, since she was the last person I wanted to see, after what Sandra and Mark did to me. " Sit down, honey," My Dad spoke as soon as I have kissed his cheeks. I chose one of the furthest chairs and looked at my father with a genuine interest. Before he had a chance to say anything, the door opened, and Sandra marched inside together with Mark. The smug smile on her face. I spared them no glance and focused on my father. " I am all ears," " I know you are disappointed with what happened today, but...," My father started speaking, but I interrupted him. " With all respect, Dad, but I doubt you know how I feel." " Let your father speak," Debora gave me a cold stare. " It is not how we wished you to find out." " You knew?" I gasped, looking at my father, who tried to avoid my sight. They knew, and I was the only one left in the dark. " Millie, that is love. You cannot fight with that," My father tried to reason with me, but I was boiling with anger. Again, Sandra won. " My daughter and Mark will get married since Sandra is pregnant." Debora looked at me with a smirk. A baby? How long it lasted, then? I do not believe she got pregnant today. I glanced at Mark, but he avoided my sight like my father. " They will need a place to live, and we decided to give them the apartment in town." Debora continued, and I could not believe my ears. " This place is mine!" I raised my voice. " It belongs to your father since he is the owner. You were privileged to live there." My stepmother enjoyed this moment. " Dad!" This time, I almost yelled, and Sandra gasped. " Mind your tone. You are in our house." Deborah warned me, but I only looked at my father. " It is my father's house since he is an owner," I mimicked her tone. " You were always disrespectful, and my husband was too soft with you." Stepmother stood up, and walked to one of the cupboards. She pulled out the envelope and approached me slowly. " Sign this, " She said in a dry tone. I looked at the envelope carefully, too scared to open it. What was inside? I pulled out a single piece of paper and quickly scanned it. Resignation? " What is that?" I asked no one in particular. " Your father gave the company to Mark and Sandra since they have to provide for their future child. I do not think you would feel comfortable around them at work." " Are you firing me? " I asked in disbelief. My father did not look at me, but he nodded. " Fine," I said, grabbing the pen from my bag.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
Alexander's POV After Millie left, I sat on my couch with a drink in my hand. It was a crazy day, yet somehow satisfying. Of course, somewhere at the back of my mind was a thought I could make the biggest mistake of my life, allowing a stranger to stay at my place. But on the other hand, Millie looked trustworthy. She just had a tough time right now. Someone would say, how can a businessman trust others without doubts? I will take care of that, as I always do. Now, I had to sort out another urgent matter. " Hi, baby. I was waiting for your call." Carmen's voice pierced my ears. Honestly, I was wondering how I could endure her for this long. She was annoying, and even her perfect body could not compensate for this. " Carmen, we need to stop seeing each other for now, " I went straight to the business. " What? Why?" She asked, and I could swear my ears bleed a little. " Because I said so," my response was emotionless. " We had a clear deal, no attachment. Now, I w