[Mature Content- 18+] "Why are you making it so difficult?" I screeched at the top of my lungs. God, why does he have to make everything so difficult? "I'm your boss and you're responsible for following my orders. You have no authority to defy me." He snarled; his hands balled into fists. "Are you even listening to your baseless blabbering?" "Shut the hell up!" He roared with pure antagonism and fisted his hand on the glass painting that hung by the wall. I gasped at the sight of glasses shattered into tiny pieces, droplets of blood oozing down his knuckles. His jaw was clenched as he shot daggers into my eyes, not because of the pain that was inflicted by the quick punch, but the remembrance of my betrayal. ------- Mystery. Romance. Deception. It's a famous saying that, hate is a strong emotion- so is love. You can only hate someone you place in high esteem since you care about what they think. Just when Evelyn Williams thought she could bring some light into her miserable life, destiny played its cruel game again, bringing her back to the place where she started. Five years later, she is forced to work with one and only Xavier Blake Knight, the one who remembers how Evelyn Williams has broken his heart. After what she did to him, would she be able to look into his eyes? Unbearable secrets will be revealed with a mixture of irresistible desires. Desires that Evelyn fears would only deepen her wounds, but somehow heal Xavier's.
"Every sunrise is an invitation for us to arise and brighten someone's day."
I couldn't remember where I read that, but when I wake up, I expect things to be good. If they are not, then I try to set about trying to make them as good as I can cause I know I'm going to have to live that day anyway. So why not try to make the most of it if you can? Some days, they pan out a little better than others, but you still have to always just try.
Sitting beside my window while the sun embraces me in its warmth, keeps me alive and enthusiastic for the whole day. I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
"Eve. Eve. Evelyn!"
My chain of thoughts broke when Kat's voice pierced through my ears as she lightly patted my arm. Coming out of the trance, and taking in the surroundings, I realized we had already reached the Walker Industries. Panic whirled inside my mind as I looked at my face in the mirror.
Completely lost in my thoughts, I hadn't even closed the window, and now I ended up having the bird's nest on my head. The tangled mess look didn't sit well with my strawberry blonde locks.
"Kat, I-I can't appear in the interview looking like this," I exclaimed nervously, while subconsciously my hands were searching for the hairbrush inside my sling-bag, and I failed miserably. "I don't think I should go inside."
Kat slammed her forehead into the steering and groaned, her fingers expertly working through my hair. "Eve, trust me. You're not the first person to have a bad hair day before an interview. Besides, messy hair is in fashion these days. You'll rock that 'effortlessly chic' look."
I sighed, trying to calm my nerves. "I hope the interviewers are more focused on my qualifications than my hair."
"They will be," Kat assured me. "And if not, I'll distract them with my dazzling personality."
I couldn't help but smile at her attempt to lighten the mood. "Thanks, Kat. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She winked at me. "Probably have a few more bird's nests on your head. But seriously, you've got this. Just be yourself, and they'll love you."
As Kat parked the car, she turned to me with a serious expression. "Now, take a deep breath, fix that posture, and remember, you're not just interviewing for a job; you're showcasing the amazing person you are."
"Easy for you to say," I mumbled, but I followed her advice, taking a deep breath and straightening up.
Kat grinned. "That's the spirit! Now go in there and show them why they need you at Walker Industries. And, of course, fix your hair first."
I chuckled, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Kat. You're a lifesaver."
"Just doing my job, helping damsels in distress," she said with a wink. "Now go ace that interview, and remember, messy hair or not, you're fantastic."
I stepped out of the car, feeling a newfound confidence. As I walked towards the entrance of Walker Industries, I couldn't help but be thankful for friends like Kat, who knew exactly how to turn a potential disaster into a moment of strength.
Walking in heels was working like an extra salt in my already miserable life, I entered inside. It has been years since I last wore heels and I've been out of practice since then.
I asked the receptionist about the interview, and she guided me to the elevator, another fear to go through. Pushing the button to the thirtieth floor, I was hoping for someone to enter, and as if God himself was on my side today, a girl entered the elevator and from the looks of it, she was here for the interview too.
But, unlike me, she looked really intelligent, elegant, and sharp in her black well-tailored business suit and her brunette locks pulled up in a small bun, while I wore Kat's green business suit which was really tight around my chest and behind, making it look like I intentionally did it.
I froze, when the door of the elevator slid away from one another, almost fifteen women and ten men were gathered here for the interview, half of them looked like they had graduated from a well-known institution.
Sitting beside the same brunette girl, I peeked inside her CV that she had been checking for the last ten minutes. My nervousness heightened as I saw several certificates attached to her file, and I lowered my gaze.
Well, guess who was getting the job?
One by one, a woman in her late thirties called each candidate by their name, and each interview took hardly five to ten minutes and not most of the candidates came out with a smile but a frown.
"Evelyn Williams!" Lost in my thoughts, I heard when the announcing lady called my name. Picking up my file, and taking in a deep breath, I stood up and trudged toward the room.
The doorman opened the door for me, and I walked inside before saying a small thank you, trying my best to keep my face straight. The chair of the C.E.O. was showing its back, looking around and contemplating what to do before sitting on the chair. So, I stood beside it waiting for the approval.
"Please, be seated." A masculine voice said. The voice was vaguely familiar and not to mention- very deep, hot, and husky.
I was still biting my bottom lip when the chair rotated, revealing the C.E.O. to me and I was beyond shocked.
He hadn't seen me yet, and when he finally looked at me, both of us froze for a moment.
I couldn't believe my eyes for a minute. He was there, sitting in front of me, as my interviewer, after five years. I spent years hiding from him and yet destiny has brought us in front of each other again.
Xavier Blake Knight
He definitely changed a lot, but I still remember the most alluring and innocent forest green eyes, which were fuming with anger, and the way his jaw clenched told me that he remembered me too. Worse, he remembered every ounce of pain I've given him and everything I did to him.
He remembered how I betrayed him, how I left him for someone who wasn't worth it... but he was. And he is supposed to be my interviewer when I'm in dire need of it.
Why?!
Just WHY!
But I wouldn't lose hope, not today, not ever, because sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we should still hope.
"You took everything from me!" I yelled, the gun shaking in my hands. He didn't yield. Instead, he seized my trembling hands, forcibly redirecting the muzzle to his forehead. His tone, dangerously calm, "Do it." "You think I won't?" I retorted. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger, Miss Russel. But remember, you'll lose the last bit of control you think you have." It was one night, one gunshot, and millions of shattered dreams. In one night, I, Dr. Alina Russell, a nobody, lost the love of my life at the hands of his own brother, Adrian Salvatore. He took away everything I owned and was going to. He took away my unborn child. Not only this, but he proved every belief of mine wrong: that my fiancé was not a mere CEO, but he was the face of one of the most powerful Mafia families in North America; that now I was the unwilling participant in their Mafia Empire; that now I am the possession of Adrian Salvatore; for him to decide whether to kill me or keep me safe.
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"Why, little princess? Does my proximity make you nervous?" Asked Zarek, in his velvet voice. Glaring at him, "Your presence suffocates me." Said Crystal, bitterly. "Really," Smirking, Zarek chuckled and said, "You didn't seem to complain last night." Zarek's remark elevated the frustration level in Crystal's head. Grabbing him by the collar, "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Yelled Crystal. Grabbing her by her waist, pulling her closer, he fiercely said, "And don't YOU dare talk to me like that!" . . . “She was an angel craving chaos, they were the demon seeking peace.” Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that beasts exist, but because they tell us that they can be beaten. For years people believed that beasts don't exist anymore. For years people lived peacefully. Little did they know that it was the calm before the storm as their belief was a lie. One fateful encounter changed a Princess's life completely. It took away all that she had ever known as she was torn between her family, her people who believed she was going to save them and the love of her life, her mate. What happens when destiny plays it cruel game and gives her a chance to choose between her loved ones and mate? Who will she choose? Join the journey of Princess Crystal Rosette Aquislanada in revealing the mysteries, the desires and her true identity.
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Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
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