πππππππ βOnce more, my happiness had been crushed by the noblemen. Those men just abhorred me whenever I had a smile on my face for reasons that were very much unknown to me. They loved it when I was dejected and all. It was as though they were on a mission to take happiness very far away from me. They just derived so much pleasure in it. I'd just invited my nail stylist to give me a pedicure because I hadn't gotten one in a while. I'd just been growing my natural nails and it kind of hurt when she cut it off.My assistant was with me, going through my emails when she stumbled on one from them. She didn't need to read it all out before I knew what they wanted. It was required of me to fly my ass back to England. Those assholes were the same ones who told me to take a break, and go back to America. I wasn't given a deadline or anything of that sort to come back. They just said to come back. I simply nodded and told her not to reply before I urged Cassandra, my stylist, t
MONIQUE βEverything seemed to happen so swiftly from yesterday because after Gina got me ready for my interview and checking out staff, she left and Maria walked in. "Good to see you again, lady Monique." The dress she was wearing practically had the same pattern and style as she wore yesterday and it got me thinking for a second if it was all she wore. If things went further--which I was so fucking terrified of, I wondered if it was going to be mandatory for me to wear those outdated things which they called clothes. Okay, maybe they weren't outdated, but it just wasn't my style. "Good to see you to Maria. How are you?" I managed to ask, trying so damn hard not to seem rude because, in this type of setting, news spread the fastest. Even without the media having much to do around here. "I came here to ask if you were going to be comfortable interviewing here. I know you're the type that likes your personal space.""Definitely. We can do it her
πππππππ"I swear, lady Monique. It was so good." Gina was telling me about some crazy show she watched during the afternoon hours, but Lord knew I paid her no attention. I was waiting, waiting patiently for a knock on my door. My countenance, and the way my body moved was very much evident of that fact, but once it came to her favorite shows, Gina didn't give a care in the world if one was listening or not. All she required of you was that you be there, although she did get mad if she she asked you a question about her supposed show and you couldn't answer it. I failed to realize that Gina had been calling my name for a while and it was until she clapped in my face before I left the state of trance that I was in. "Lady Monique?" She snapped her fingers this time around, the tip of her middle finger and her thumb clashing. "Yes." I shook my head and used my hand to wipe my face. "Is everything alright?""I'm good, Gina, it's just the regular mood swings. With time, I'd be fi
MONIQUE β"I always admired it because of you and I've wanted to do it for the longest, but I doubt it'll look good on me.""You're literally so pretty and you're still very young. Now's the time to dye your hair as many colors as you wish to." I said to Gina as I dropped my phone on the nightstand, the same hand running through my silky hair before I pressed my lips together. She was telling me about how she'd always admired my black hair and how she wanted to dye her hair black because of me. Gina was only twenty-three. I was thirteen years older than she was. She could do whatever she liked to her body since her days were still very long. As for me, people would cock their eyebrows if I stepped out in any color that was different from my natural hair color. I'd never been the crazy type in terms of hair. "Nah, it can't be compared to yours, though. Lady Monique, you don't even look thirty yet. I hope to age like you." "Why does it feel like you'
πππππππ βTime went by so quickly and the next thing I knew, I found myself sitting on the stool next to Father's throne with the noblemen dispersed on stools left and right. It all felt like a nightmare again. Once upon a time, I was feeling good, but now I just felt like an absolute piece of shit. Worthless and inconsequential. This time around, I was the one that was supposed to start the meeting and so I opened my mouth to speak and when nothing made its way out, I pressed my lips together. I doubted if I was going to be able to do this. This was an example of what happened when someone was put on a pedestal. I was under so much pressure that if it could kill, I'd have died a long time ago. "Hello." I cleared my throat and managed to say when they'd been looking at me for so long, I thought their eyes might burrow into my soul and discover my darkest secrets. "Good day, Lady Monique." They greeted, their tone sounding as if they'd been
MONIQUE βJust when I thought the problems in my life couldn't get any worse than they already were, they really did get worse and what was I supposed to do? Probably cry myself to bed all night. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my chest so it fell and stopped at my thighs before walking out of the bathroom, water droplets wetting the marble floor in the process. I looked around me and it was empty--like I was expecting someone at all. I'd told Gina to go have fun and be happy since she'd been with me most times due to what happened at the last meeting with the noblemen--I was never forgetting that shit. I went into details about it all to her and it led to her being so protective of me. I laughed at the thought of that because truth be told, there was nothing Gina could do to alter anything. Not even I. Yes, I had so much money and so much fucking power that it was enough to rule the people, but around here, that wasn't how t
MONIQUE βJust when I thought the problems in my life couldn't get any worse than they already were, they really did get worse and what was I supposed to do? Probably cry myself to bed all night. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my chest so it fell and stopped at my thighs before walking out of the bathroom, water droplets wetting the marble floor in the process. I looked around me and it was empty--like I was expecting someone at all. I'd told Gina to go have fun and be happy since she'd been with me most times due to what happened at the last meeting with the noblemen--I was never forgetting that shit. I went into details about it all to her and it led to her being so protective of me. I laughed at the thought of that because truth be told, there was nothing Gina could do to alter anything. Not even I. Yes, I had so much money and so much fucking power that it was enough to rule the people, but around here, that wasn't how t
πππππππ β"Hello, lady Monique!" A voice that I believed was very displeasing to the ear, mixed with a British accent from the thickest part of England was heard. Do not get me wrong, I was a whore for accents, British ones especially and most principally, Marcus Blacksmith's accent. Sometimes I'd be having panic attacks and all I had to do was try and recall what his voice sounded like and everything would get rectified. "Do I know you?" I stepped into the throne room, the heels on my feet making it obvious that Monique Jenkins was in there. I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw. A man, about five feet and ten inches tall-- only about four inches above my five feet six inches--he was nothing compared to Marcus. Marcus was almost a foot taller than I was--with tousled brown hair(another uninteresting factor when compared to Marcus's sexy, blonde hair). All sorts of birthmarks peppered his skin. His pointed nose was an indication that h