My fiancé Logan Perez’s high school sweetheart, the one he had loved long before me, was now gravely ill. She was an orphan, and her greatest wish before she died was to have a “legitimate” family. So, Logan, who was supposed to marry me, secretly married her instead. And just like that, I went from being his fiancée to a third wheel in someone else’s marriage.
I fell in love with the offish and poor student, Alyssa Davis, and was willing to be her bootlicker. She took away my supplementary card but didn’t allow me to be around her. “Get away from me! As I see you only care about material gain, I feel disgusted!” Alyssa used my money to buy luxury goods to pursue the poor school hunk, Scott Young, and even held a birthday celebration for him in the most expensive hotel. Then, she became the envied lady of a wealthy family. But I remain infatuated, and after graduation, I use all my family’s assets as engagement gifts to finally marry her. On our honeymoon, Alyssa watched me drown in the water, “I long for you to die every time I think about how you use money to manipulate me.” As I opened my eyes again, I was back in the university classroom. This was the day when Alyssa asked me to transfer money into her account. I slapped her face with my card. “Even beggars know to kneel down and beg. Who do you think you are?” “Ulysses Vanderbilt, why can’t I pay with your card? You caused Scott and I a huge embarrassment!” In front of me, Alyssa was holding my secondary card and slamming the desk with an angry look on her face. Scott patted her on the back and said sarcastically, “Ulysses, I know you’re jealous of how well Alyssa treats me, but without money, it’s her who feels embarrassed. “You did this without considering Alyssa at all!” As I looked at them, a sudden realization struck me. This was the day when she had booked a hotel to celebrate Scott’s birthday. On that day, there was a maintenance of the banking system, and her card reached its limit when she tried to pay money. Alyssa left everyone behind, rushed back to school, found me, who was not invited, and scolded me severely. At that moment, I acted irrationally and found myself apologizing to her profusely, even going as far as personally calling the bank to have the transaction limit lifted. After this incident, Alyssa became known as the lady of a wealthy family, and Scott became the envied object of everyone. Thinking of my tragic death in my previous life, I held my throbbing temples. “Of course, you can’t pay because this card doesn’t belong to you.” Finishing saying that, I snatched the secondary card from her hand and put it back in my pocket. Scott looked at Alyssa in shock and confusion as I smoothly executed my actions. “Alyssa, what does he mean?” Her face twitched a few times, and she glared at me. “Ulysses, you are the son of a housekeeper, so how dare you show disrespect towards me? “I’ll count to three. Call the bank immediately and have the transaction limit lifted, or else, don’t blame me for being impolite!” I raised my eyebrows as usual. “Alright then, let’s don’t pretend to be friendly with each other.” Scott saw how arrogant I was and immediately started to criticize me. “Ulysses, Alyssa supported you out of pity, helping a butler’s son like you to go to school. What is your attitude now?” His voice was so loud that the students who came back later could hear it clearly and echoed him, “Ulysses is crazy. How dare he disrespect his hostess?” “Well, you don’t seem to know. Ulysses secretly loves Alyssa, and he is jealous of Scott.” “How disgusting! How can a poor student like him compare with Scott?” I raised my eyes slightly and observed the two people in front of me. One was wearing the designer clothes and bag I gifted, while the other was wearing the branded sneakers purchased using my card. Compared to my preference for simplicity, they indeed appeared more lavish in their attire. But when did dressing simply become a reason for a person to be humiliated? I sarcastically remarked to the disrespectful classmate, “Since you’re so good at pleasing her, how come you got kicked out of the hotel?” Alyssa got very angry and whispered a threat to me, saying, “Ulysses, if you dare to continue saying anything, you’re as good as dead!” I looked at her harsh expression and felt full of disdain. I never realized before that this lady from a poor family pretended to be noble in front of me but liked to act like the lady of a wealthy family in front of outsiders. But I didn’t know how she could show off her wealth without my supplementary card.
Seeing that I didn’t continue to refute, Alyssa thought she had won. She cleared her throat, and once everyone’s attention was on her, Alyssa smiled happily, “Today, this incident was indeed unexpected. There was a considerable volume of financial transactions, which led to temporary monitoring by the bank…” Before she finished speaking, everyone exclaimed, “Is this the strength of the lady of a wealthy family? I don’t even know what banking regulation and supervision is.” “Nonsense, Ms. Davis is the only lady of a wealthy family. There are many things you don’t know.” Listening to everyone’s praise, Alyssa couldn’t control her laughter. “But today, because of my mistake, everyone made a wasted trip. “So, I have decided to change the location for Scott’s birthday celebration to my villa!” Students fell silent for a few seconds, and then they erupted into an incessant scream. “I didn’t hear it wrong, did I? I have never been to a villa in my entire life!” “Ms. Davis is too powerful. How can we get there?” “It is my great fortune to be able to be classmates with the lady of a wealthy family!” Amidst all the praise, Alyssa looked at me with a cold face. “You go and arrange it.” I stood still and met everyone’s gaze. “What arrangements can I make? Where did you get the villa?” Seeing how rude I was, she was completely stunned. But Alyssa reacted quickly and dragged me out of the classroom. “Ulysses, you’d better understand the current situation! “It’s all because of you! You made me lose face today, and our classmates almost thought I had no money! “You must arrange for everyone to go to the villa to celebrate Scott’s birthday, or else I will never pay attention to you again!” I smiled indifferently, “Why? Are you a powerful person? “If you don’t pay attention to me, it’s like a fish losing its bicycle. I’m truly terrified.” Seeing that I was not moved by her threat, Alyssa thought I was jealous of Scott. She clenched her fists and panted violently. After a long time, she seemed to have finally made up her mind. “As long as you cooperate with me, I’m willing to be your girlfriend for a week after this.” I tried to keep my mouth shut, but a sneer still escaped my lips. But just before I could refuse, I suddenly thought of a better idea. Instead of letting her continue to deceive others with her status as the lady of a wealthy family, it would be better to expose her true nature at my villa. Thinking of this, I tried hard to suppress my laughter and nodded. Seeing that I agreed, she resumed her aloof attitude. “Just one week, not a second longer. Also, don’t try to take advantage of me.” Saying that, Alyssa left me, who was twitching from trying so hard to hold back my laughter, and walked away. As I returned to the classroom, everyone stopped gossiping and looked at me. “Just a moment ago, you were so arrogant. Now you have been taught a lesson and realized how formidable Alyssa can be.” “It’s the first time I’ve seen a servant’s son disobey the young lady. Alyssa is just too kind.” My deskmate, Yohan Wilson, nervously pulled my sleeve, saying, “Ulysses, are you okay? Don’t pay attention to their words.” Seeing that there was still someone willing to help me, Scott rolled his eyes at Yohan. “Indeed, birds of a feather flock together, and people tend to gather with those who are similar to them.” Hearing that, I didn’t get angry. Instead, I looked at Alyssa and Scott meaningfully. “You’re right, scumbags can indeed get along well.” She glared at me unkindly. “Ulysses, be respectful and contact the driver to pick us up now.” I pressed my lips at her arrogant look and called the driver. Soon, more than a dozen different luxury cars stopped at the school gate. As the students saw this scene, which was comparable to a luxury car show, they were shocked. “No, Alyssa, are these all your cars? I wouldn’t dare to do this even in my dreams!” Alyssa smiled, walked coldly to the first car, opened the door elegantly, and invited Scott to get in. He laughed happily and got into the car with the help of her, not forgetting to roll his eyes at me. I watched this scene with a smile and walked forward to open the other car door. She took a step forward and stopped in front of me. “You are not allowed to go.” I looked around in surprise, and the surrounding classmates burst into laughter. “Seeing Ulysses get humiliated makes me happier than eating a full banquet.” “You dared to show attitude towards your hostess just now, so now you must accept the consequences.” I never thought that Alyssa would be so bold. At this time, Scott, who had already boarded the car, stuck his head out of the window, “Alyssa, let’s go quickly.” She responded with a happy face, then pushed me aside and asked all the classmates to get on the cars. I believed that this scene would be recalled repeatedly by Alyssa and regarded as the highlight of her life. Unfortunately, as she gave the order to start, all the drivers looked at me motionlessly. “Are you not getting in the car?” She was a little anxious. “I said, drive! Drive now!” The students also whispered, “Ulysses is really capable. Why does these drivers listen to him so much?” “You don’t know this, right? The son of the butler will also be the butler in the future. Of course, the driver has to listen to the butler.” I ignored everyone’s comments and raised my eyebrows at Alyssa. She glared at me indifferently and said, “Get in the car.”
A row of luxury cars drove back to the villa. Getting out of the car, the classmates looked up at the front courtyard in extreme shock. “No, I thought a villa was just a villa, but this the villa looks like a palace!” “Oh my god, I’ve made it. It seems like I’m going to be crowned the emperor!” Alyssa stood in front of the door with her chin up and made a gesture to everyone. “Welcome everyone, this is just the smallest of my assets.” It was indeed the smallest one. This villa was built halfway up the mountain, offering a cool retreat during the summer. My parents often came here to escape the heat. That was why I chose this location. Moreover, the architectural appearance of this villa imitated a palace, so there was a plaque at the gate. There were big words written on it -Vanderbilt Villa. Soon, one classmate noticed something was amiss and pointed at the plaque, asking, “Alyssa, why does the villa bear the Ulysses’ last name instead of yours?” As she shouted like that, everyone looked up. Alyssa glared at me fiercely and spoke after a long while. “As you all know, my family’s butler is Ulysses’ father. “My parents are kind-hearted. Ulysses’ family often stays in this villa, so…” Following her nonsensical explanation, everyone suddenly realized something. “Your family treat your servants too well. No wonder Ulysses dares to be so arrogant.” “If I were Alyssa, I would have fired this servant and his family long ago!” I stood quietly outside the gate, watching this group of people pointing and whispering about me, the villa’s owner. I almost got internal injuries from trying to hold back my laughter! She wanted to enter, but Scott clearly didn’t want to miss the opportunity to humiliate me. It was only after the murmurs of the crowd subsided that he held her hand, looked up with an air of superiority, and entered the villa in a masterly manner. “Alyssa, I wonder when this plaque can be given a new surname.” She leaned on him, her brain almost lacking oxygen due to excitement. Then, Alyssa looked at Scott gently and answered, “Maybe in a few days, this place will be named after my boyfriend.” Hearing these ambiguous words, he smiled and lowered his head. The crowd gathered behind, cheering and shouting for them to be together. They surrounded Alyssa and Scott and stepped onto the stairs but were stopped by the security guards at the gate. “This is a private villa, no visitors allowed.” Her face turned pale, and she looked at me in disbelief. “What tricks are you playing?” I chuckled at the security guard, “Let them in. These are my friends.” The security guard immediately let them go after hearing this, but now, the students’ expressions became subtle. Scott leaned over to whisper in Alyssa’s ear, and I knew what they were talking about without having to listen. He was merely advising her to manage the servants well and not let me surpass her as the true master. Soon, Alyssa nodded in agreement and took the opportunity to hold Scott’s hand. I ignored the inquiring eyes of my classmates and shouted at the door, “Mom and Dad, I’m back!” She immediately pulled me back with a stern face and whispered, “Ulysses, don’t do anything tricky to me.” I forcefully let go of her hand and said loudly, “I only said I would lend you the villa, not give it to you.” Hearing this, the students stopped moving. All these anomalies made them doubt the ownership of the villa. But what I didn’t expect was that my parents, who usually stayed here to escape the summer heat, were not present today. Seeing that no one answered after I shouted for a long time, Alyssa finally relaxed. Now, in front of Scott, she was determined to save face and insist that this villa belonged to her. “Ulysses, I’m warning you for the last time. Don’t make the same mistake again! “Why are your parents here? Your parents are now…” At this point, she still didn’t dare to utter any offensive words and said, “They should be busy now!” As soon as this was said, the classmates misunderstood the meaning again and sneered in low voices, “He spoke these lies so convincingly that he even called out for his parents for a while before remembering that his parents were actually working as servants under her.” “I want to crown Ulysses as the best pretender on campus.” “She can tolerate this. No wonder Alyssa is wealthy. She even treats her servants so well that I envy them.” I didn’t get angry but smiled and looked at Alyssa, “Alyssa, they dare to speak, and you dare to listen. Do you really consider this villa as your own home?” Seeing that I dared to say more, my classmates pushed me out of the door. I accidentally stumbled to the ground, and the butler, Mark Adams, who had been so polite to them, immediately frowned. The bodyguards standing guard outside the villa rushed in and surrounded them.
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My husband, Dominick Hampton’s sister, Angie Hampton, was the darling of their entire family. On our wedding day, she wore an extravagant princess gown that stole all the attention away from me. She even deliberately spilled hot water all over me. My chest was scalded red, but she only looked at Dominick with teary eyes and said, “Oh, Dominick, I’m always so clumsy.” Dominick gently patted her head and comforted her, “You are not clumsy. It’s just that Lynda didn’t catch your cup properly.” Later, she even tagged along with us on our honeymoon to the islands. While we were diving, she took the chance to block my oxygen tube, leaving me to drown beneath the sea. Everyone thought it was just an accident. Back home, Angie seized my jewelry, bags, and luxury car. With her wealthy background, she quickly made a name for herself in the entertainment industry. But fate smiled on me, granting me a second chance. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my wedding to Dominick. The grand doors opened slowly, and all the lights converged on the red carpet. I lifted my wedding gown and took my father’s arm, ready to step into the ceremony. Just then, a woman in a fluffy pink dress suddenly started walking slowly from the other end of the red carpet. Her dress was even more ostentatious than my wedding gown, adorned with glittering rhinestones that dazzled under the lights. She wore a crown, her makeup was flawless, looking every bit like a Barbie doll. It was my husband’s sister, Angie. “Lynda, you look so beautiful today,” she loudly praised, drawing everyone’s attention to herself. She smiled and waved at the guests with an innocent charm, like a celebrity on the red carpet, as if this wedding was her show, the red carpet and spotlights all meant for her. Then, she opened her arms as if wanting to embrace me. In my past life, she took the opportunity during this hug to tear off my veil and undo the zipper at the back of my dress, making a spectacle of me on the red carpet. Afterward, Angie feigned an apology and stood to the side, watching me squirm in embarrassment. When the flower petals began to fall, she just so happened to be standing in the shower of flowers, striking various sweet and elegant poses. The carefully planned entrance ceremony was completely ruined. Dominick and I hurriedly exchanged rings. Dominick’s mother was thoroughly pleased with Angie’s beauty and grace. This time, just as Angie was about to hug me, I swiftly took a small blade from my father’s pocket and warmly approached her. I thought, “If she wants to be in the spotlight, I’ll make sure she gets enough of it.” Angie tried to use her necklace to tear my veil, so she hugged me tightly. Holding the blade, I silently made a few quick slashes along the side of her chest. As she attempted to unzip my dress, her princess gown suddenly slipped down, revealing her chest. A wave of hushed whispers rose from the crowd below. Angie hastily pulled up her dress. She tried to zip it up, only to find that the side of her dress had been slit open. “How did this happen?” To show off her figure, she had chosen a tight-fitting gown. Now, the more she tried to hold the fabric together, the more the material gave way, tearing even further. I slipped the blade back into my pocket and pretended to help Angie up with a look of surprise. “Angie, you’re so enthusiastic today.” Because her skirt was heavy, as soon as Angie stood up, it started slipping down again. The kids in the audience laughed heartily, and a few ill-intentioned men began taking photos. The livestream I arranged was already up and running. “Don’t do that. Stop it, please,” Angie pleaded, her shoulders hunched in mortification. So, she did know how humiliating it was to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Dominick descended from the stage and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Angie. “Angie, go change your clothes first.” Angie looked up at the petals piling overhead, hoping to grab attention again when the petals fell, but with her dress ruined, she had no choice but to leave in frustration. My father placed my hand into Dominick’s. “Dominick, I’ve known you since you were a child, and I have faith in you. “I hope you and Lynda have a happy, blessed life together.” My father and Dominick’s father were once teachers at the same school. Later, my father resigned and went into business, but they remained good friends. This marriage was strongly encouraged by both sets of parents. Under the witness of the officiant and guests, Dominick placed the diamond ring on my finger. At that moment, the flower petals began to drift down, creating an incredibly romantic scene. Dominick was handsome. Though his job didn’t pay much, it was stable and respectable. To put my father’s mind at ease, I tried to open my heart to him. But as I gazed deeply at Dominick, his eyes were not on me. He kept glancing backstage, where Angie had just left. I squeezed his hand, and he finally snapped out of it. “Sorry, Lynda. Angie’s always been clumsy and can’t take care of herself. “I’m worried she won’t know where to find her clothes.” I rolled my eyes. I thought, “Angie is already 26. Does she really need her brother to help her find clothes?” Before I could complain further, Angie was already at the small side door backstage, waving at Dominick. “Dominick, come here.” Dominick let go of my hand and strode toward Angie. Watching his retreating figure, I thought, “How did I not notice in my past life how close they were?”
When Angie reappeared, she was wearing the dress I had specially prepared for the wedding party. She looked at herself with satisfaction in the mirror, admiring how she looked in the dress. She casually asked me, “Lynda, you don’t mind I wear your dress, do you?” “I didn’t bring any other clothes, and Dominick said I could wear this one.” Angie set up her phone on a tripod and began striking various poses for the camera. This dress was custom-made by a high-end designer, with fabric and style that were one-of-a-kind. Angie had wanted to wear it for a long time, so the moment she got the chance, she eagerly put it on to show off. I found a plastic bag behind the makeup counter, and Angie’s T-shirt and jeans were inside. “Angie, aren’t these your clothes?” I said, tossing the bag in front of her and waiting for her to take off my dress. Angie looked down at her plain clothes, her fingers reluctantly caressing the fine fabric of my dress. The wedding party was about to start, and Dominick came to find me. Seeing him, Angie lit up as if she’d spotted a savior and threw herself into his arms. “Dominick, I don’t know what I did to upset Lynda. She won’t let me wear her dress.” Her eyes started to redden, and soon, tears were welling up, ready to spill over. Dominick frowned slightly, pointing to the clothes hanging on the rack. “Can’t you just wear these?” he asked me. Those were dresses I had tried on and discarded, and they couldn’t compare to the custom-made gown. “Why doesn’t Angie wear these instead? “Today is my wedding day. It only happens once in a lifetime. “Why should someone else wear the dress I had specially made while I settle for the leftovers?” Angie hid behind Dominick, quietly sobbing. “I’m sorry, Dominick. I’m just too silly. I didn’t know I was wearing Lynda’s favorite dress. “I’ll take it off right now.” She began tugging at the buttons on the dress with exaggerated emotion. She deformed the original exquisite diamond buttons, making them hang loosely on the dress. Clearly, she didn’t want me to wear this dress as well. Dominick soothed her as if calming a child, his voice gentle and low. When he spoke to me, he was always polite but rarely showed any real emotion. I used to think he was just stoic and emotionally stable. But now, watching him comfort Angie, I realized he had a sensitive, caring side too, However, he had never shown that side of him to me. “In that case, let Angie wear the dress and take my place to attend the party with you.” I lifted my wedding gown and sat down on the sofa. “Lynda.” Dominick’s tone became impatient. “Stop this nonsense. You’re the bride. How do you think the guests outside will react to this?” I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “He’s finally realized that I am the bride today.” “Angie is still a child. Don’t hold it against her. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll apologize to you on her behalf.” His tone wasn’t apologetic at all. It was more like he was blaming me for being unreasonable. I looked at him and Angie, my thoughts drifting to the wedding gift my father had prepared for me. Angie reluctantly took off the dress she had messed up. She turned and carefully chose another unique-looking dress. I tossed the ruined gown she returned into the trash and changed into my everyday clothes. When my father and the guests saw me wearing a shirt and wide-leg pants to the party, they were all very surprised. “The dress got dirty from mice. It’s more comfortable in regular clothes,” I explained. Angie, who followed me out, looked embarrassed but couldn’t say anything. She spotted a waiter bringing over a pot of hot water, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. I knew she was planning to pull the same prank from my previous life. Sure enough, she filled a cup to the brim with hot water and carefully handed it to me. “Lynda, I apologize for what just happened. Here, have some water.” She looked sincere as if she genuinely wanted to make amends. Dominick nudged me with his elbow, signaling for me to take the cup. I knew that if I reached out, Angie would “accidentally” spill the hot water on my chest. The burn from last time took me two months to heal. I turned and walked over to my father’s business associates and greeted them. Angie had no choice but to follow me, and the hot water scalded her fingers, making her wince. At this table sat CEOs of companies worth tens of billions of dollars. Dominick’s mother wanted Angie to make a good impression on them, hoping she might marry into a wealthy family someday. I introduced Angie to them. “This is my husband’s sister, Angie. She’s pursuing a master’s in art and will be a great artist in the future. “Angie, go ahead and offer a toast to these respected gentlemen.” I picked up the kettle and kept refilling her cup with hot water. As the water spilled over the rim, Angie could only grit her teeth and endure it. By the time she had greeted everyone at the table, her fingers were covered with blisters. Dominick was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could say.
As soon as the wedding ended, we returned to the villa my father had gifted me. Dominick said it was close to Angie’s school, so he suggested she move in with us. The moment we opened the front door, Angie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and she immediately started snapping pictures with her phone. “Dominick, this is perfect! This is going to be our home from now on,” she exclaimed. “Our home?” I thought. “Don’t get too excited just yet.” I sent a message to my lawyer, Pearson Diaz, asking him to draft a prenuptial agreement. My father’s wedding gifts to me included three tech companies, a Porsche, and this sprawling villa. The jewelry left by my mother after her passing was also in my custody. In my last life, I trusted Dominick and didn’t bother dividing up the assets. After I died, the three tech companies rode the wave of the AI boom, and their stock prices soared. Dominick became a new star in the tech world. Meanwhile, his sister flaunted my luxury car and my mother’s jewelry all around town. My body was cremated hastily on an island. Dominick and his sister put on a show of grief, saying they felt guilty for not taking better care of me. The tour guide and local police assumed it was an accident. After all, diving came with its risks. As I struggled for breath, I also thought there was a problem with my equipment. Angie always acted like she needed looking after, playing the role of a clumsy girl, and I believed she wasn’t truly malicious. It wasn’t until she pulled out my oxygen tube and pushed me deeper into the sea that I realized just how deep her malice ran. But by then, it was too late. I reviewed the draft of the prenuptial agreement Pearson sent me and made several adjustments. I wasn’t going to let Angie get away with a single penny. After his shower, Dominick came over, wrapped in a towel, and tried to embrace me. He kissed me as a matter of routine. Suddenly, a scream came from the next room, and Dominick immediately pulled away from me, rushing toward Angie’s room. Angie stood there in a nightdress that barely covered her thighs, her hair still wet. “Dominick, the water from the heater here is scalding hot,” she whimpered, extending her hand where the blisters from the morning were starting to turn red. “Can you help me adjust it, please?” Dominick attended to her, applying ointment and adjusting the water heater in the bathroom. By the time he returned, I was already asleep. That night, we slept back-to-back without any physical contact. The next morning, despite there being a housekeeper, Angie insisted on making breakfast herself. She served a plate of charred eggs and a few chopped-up pieces of toast. She placed the food in front of Dominick and me as if she were showing off her culinary skills. Dominick didn’t mind at all. He finished his portion and even praised her. “Angie, you finally know how to make breakfast. Well done.” I pushed the plate of burnt food aside and asked the housekeeper to make another. “Dominick, sign this, and then we’ll go register our marriage.” I slapped the printed prenuptial agreement on the table. Angie grabbed the document first, reading it word by word. “Prenuptial agreement,” she sounded out slowly. “What do you mean by this? Do you think Dominick is after your money?” She put on a righteous act, defending Dominick, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic at having her lie exposed. “That’s not it. The company’s finances are tight lately. I’m just worried about dragging Dominick into debt, so it’s better to separate things in advance.” Currently, the market didn’t have high expectations for those three companies, and the financial reports were a mess. Dominick skimmed through the document and said it was fine. He claimed he was willing to share everything with me. “Then at least put up five million dollars, just in case,” I said, tapping my fingers on the table, closely observing his and Angie’s reactions. Dominick frowned, lost in thought, seemingly trying to figure something out. Angie whispered a few words in his ear. Shortly after, Dominick picked up the pen and signed. After we got married, Dominick went to work, and I headed to my company as usual. In the afternoon, my secretary, Zoya Flores, slipped into my office, holding her phone. “Mrs. Hampton, isn’t this influencer’s dress the same as your wedding gown?” I took the phone and saw an influencer named SunshineAngie posting nine selfies. In the pictures, she was wearing my wedding dress. The background was the hotel where I’d held my wedding. The photos had so many filters I almost didn’t recognize Angie. As I was looking, I noticed she’d posted a new update. The caption read: [My diamonds are shining bright!] accompanied by a selfie of her wearing a pink diamond necklace. Her followers were commenting in awe: [That pink diamond used to belong to a princess, right? It’s worth at least tens of millions of dollars.] [Who would’ve thought Angie is actually loaded!] [Look at the bottom left corner of the picture. Isn’t that a painting by that famous artist?” [Oh my, it really is. How much would that have cost?” [She’s so humble; who would’ve known she’s got such wealth?] That pink diamond necklace was my mother’s, carefully stored in the jewelry room. I thought to myself, “Angie really isn’t holding back, is she?”
When I got home, I noticed the necklace had been returned to its original place. I contacted the security company and had tiny trackers installed on each piece of jewelry. The next day, Zoya informed me that Angie had taken pictures wearing a white pearl bracelet. She had practically worn and flaunted every single one of my mother’s pieces of jewelry and bags. Once, she even carried a limited-edition Kelly bag, which caused quite a buzz online. After all, the famous actress Claudette Greville had been trying to get that exact style but never managed to, while SunshineAngie, just a minor influencer, somehow owned not one but two. Riding on this wave of attention, Angie’s follower count skyrocketed by a million. She fashioned herself as the daughter of some mysterious tycoon. I showed the photos to Dominick. He didn’t seem to see any problem. “Angie’s always loved these things since she was a kid. She’s just borrowing your stuff for a bit.” “But she didn’t ask for my permission,” I replied. Dominick took two steps back, looking as if he were deeply disappointed in me. “Lynda, we’re family now. Why make a fuss over such trivial things? “Angie might not be the brightest, but she’s innocent and kind. Why can’t you try to accept her?” Dominick’s words made me feel sick. I insisted we have a serious talk. “Alright, Lynda, now that we’re married, we’re a family. “As a family, you should look out for her. Can you do that?” I was completely disillusioned with Dominick. Just then, Zoya messaged me. Claudette had finally obtained the Kelly bag she had longed for. In the photo, Claudette posed with Angie. The caption read: [Thanks, Angie, for the lovely gift.] To worm her way into the entertainment industry, Angie had set her sights on my personal belongings. Two weeks later, Angie triumphantly announced she had landed the role of the third female lead in a star-studded TV drama. “Ms. Greville personally recommended me to the director. We have quite a few scenes together,” she bragged. Her fans were thrilled. They claimed that Angie came from a powerful family and had never bothered to enter the entertainment industry before because she didn’t need to. They said she was talented, so the moment she joined a project, she was already acting alongside an award-winning actress. Some die-hard fans even followed Angie to the villa. Once photos of the villa were posted, it only further confirmed Angie’s image as a wealthy heiress. However, someone also caught a picture of me heading out for work. That day, I was attending a business dinner, and I wore a full set of Cartier jewelry. Angie’s fans immediately launched an attack against me. [Isn’t that Angie’s jewelry? Who is this woman, and why is she flaunting Angie’s things like that?] [She must have snuck them out while Angie wasn’t home and wanted to show off.] Angie casually replied in the comments: [Thanks for your concern, everyone. She’s just the housekeeper, and it’s okay to let her borrow them.] Many replied underneath: [Angie, you’re so kind! Do you need another housekeeper? I’d love to work for you!] On the first day of shooting, Angie drove my father’s gifted Porsche to the press conference, making quite the grand entrance. Even Claudette greeted her with a warm smile. Although Angie was only the third female lead, she managed to steal the spotlight from the main actress. During the group photo session, Angie pretended to be clueless about where to stand, wandering around aimlessly. In reality, she firmly positioned herself in the center, causing quite a bit of discontent among the other top actors. At that moment, I called the police and reported that luxury bags and a car worth millions of dollars had been stolen from my home.
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I put away the signed documents and was about to step into the wedding venue when I heard a commotion outside. Zayne was gently holding another woman in a wedding dress. I felt dizzy. I was standing right here, but who was this woman who looked almost exactly like me? Then it daunted on me. It was Daisy, his first love who disappeared ten years ago. Zayne actually found her? While I was frantically preparing for the wedding, he was busy looking for his first love!
Right after I had a miscarriage, Yves Salvatore forced me to take the fall for his sister and go to jail. I was totally heartbroken by it. But after I got out, he begged on his knees, asking me to give him another chance.
Tessa’s POV “Tessa, where is the ketchup?” “Tessa, we are going to need more drinks!” “Tessa, get more napkins!” I wiped the sweat off my brow and walked through the loud gathering of people. “Okay, just give me a minute,” I shouted over the music. This was my boyfriend Brian’s birthday party. I fell in love with Brian during our freshmen year. He was my first love. He was a boy who came from a wealthy family, and I was the girl who grew up in the countryside and worked on my father’s farm. I felt inadequate when it came to Brian and his friends. They all grew up living a wealthy lifestyle and I never quite fit in with them. However, I made up for it by trying to be the best girlfriend that I could be. That included throwing him the best parties. Like this one. Despite our differences when it came to wealth and elegance, I always believed that Brian and I would be endgame. That is why I tried so hard to make our relationship work. My best friend Ruby was leaning against the counter when I entered the kitchen, folding her arms across her chest. I already knew what she was going to say before she spoke. “Brian has been talking to Amanda all night,” she pointed out. I could feel her eyes on my face as I pulled the cans of soda and beer out of the fridge. “It’s his birthday party,” I said in return. “He can talk to whoever he wants to talk to.” “He’s also your boyfriend. He should be talking to you all night, not her.” “She’s his best friend, Ruby.” “You’re his girlfriend, Tessa.” “Please, just leave it alone. I don’t want any issues tonight. Especially with all his friends here.” They already judged me enough. “You work too hard,” Ruby said, grabbing the ketchup off the counter and following me as I entered the living room. I began placing napkins on the tables I had set up for the food and drinks. “They treat you like you are their slave, and they always have. How many more hoops are you going to jump through for them?” “As many as necessary to get on their good side,” I answered. “I’m doing this for Brian, not for them.” “You should rest and enjoy some of the party.” “I just want everything to be perfect,” I told her with a grin. She rolled her eyes at my response. “Must you always be an overachiever?” I didn’t answer her. Brian was my first boyfriend. I didn’t know about other people, but I’m used to trying my best for those that I loved. “On a new note, tomorrow is our first school day this semester. Have you heard who’s coming to our school?” Ruby changed the subject realizing I did not have an answer to her question. “No, I haven’t.” “Joseph Evergreen. That fantasy novelist you love so much!” “Wait seriously?” I asked, raising my brows. “He’s coming to our school?!” Joseph Evergreen was an incredible writer and an inspiration for my own writing, but he had been so mysterious. It is my dream to be a famous fantasy writer. But so far, my hard work didn’t help me much with that. “He’s coming to our school to teach a special writing course. We should sign up for that class together!” “I love that idea,” I agreed. “We will go first thing in the morning to sign up. I absolutely love Joseph Evergreen. He just reminds me so much of my writing idol, Christopher Moore.” I couldn’t help but get excited. “Maybe they are the same person,” Ruby teased. “Christopher Moore was alive hundreds of years ago. He would have to be some immortal vampire or something,” I teased in return. We laughed again. Soon, Ruby’s demeanor changed in an instant and I saw her looking at someone past me. I felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around my waist from behind me and I knew who it was instantly. I could tell that Ruby was trying hard not to roll her eyes. She never liked Brian and she made that painfully obvious. “Hey beautiful,” Brian said, kissing the back of my neck. I chuckled, turning around to hug him. “Brian, not in front of everybody,” I said, peering up at him. “What were you two laughing about?” He asked, kissing the top of my head. “Joseph Evergreen is teaching a special writing course at our school next semester. Ruby and I were thinking about signing up.” “A writing course?” Brian asked, narrowing his eyes at me, and dropping his hands from my waist. “Do you think it’s wise to dedicate a whole course to a hobby?” “Well, it’s not just a hobby for me—” “Writing isn’t a career, Tessa. We talked about this.” “I beg to differ. Joseph Evergreen is very successful—” “Okay, one in a million make it as real writers,” Brian said, cutting off my words as he often did. “I thought we discussed taking a business course for your last semester so you can be prepared for when you intern at my father’s company.” My heart fell into my stomach. I hadn’t told him that I chose against taking a business course. More importantly, I decided I didn’t want to intern at his father’s company. I wasn’t sure how to tell him and I certainly didn’t want to do it during his birthday party. “I know,” I said, lowering my gaze. “But it’s our last semester and I wanted to take something I really enjoy.” “If you want to be successful, you need to start thinking about your future and writing is not a plausible career,” he said, shaking his head with dismay written all over his face. “It’s nothing more than a hobby.” “I could learn so much during this course, Brian…” “Forget it,” he muttered, turning away from me. “Do whatever you want.” He disappeared through the crowd of people, leaving me staring after him. “He’s such an arrogant asshole,” Ruby said, folding her arms across her chest. “Why do you let him control you like that?” “He’s not that bad…” I told her. But even I didn’t believe those words. “I’ll be right back,” I told her. I went through the crowd and in the direction Brian went. I didn’t want to leave the conversation like that. By the time I found him, I saw that he was back to talking to Amanda. They were in the back corner, and she was leaning against the wall, staring up at him. “She doesn’t care about a thing that I want. She’s too set in her ways. She might be pretty, but she can be incredibly dumb sometimes.” Those cruel words came from Brian. I stood frozen with a heavy heart as I listened to my boyfriend talking about me to his best friend. “I’ve said this countless times before, she’s not good enough for you,” Amanda said, putting her hand on his arm and leaning towards him. I widened my eyes. They were kissing. And it wasn’t a small sisterly kiss either. That was the moment I realized that I was probably the only one trying to make this relationship work. “You two bastards!” When I was about to step out, Ruby did it before me. Brian quickly pulled away from her. “Tessa… it’s not what it looks like!” Brian started walking toward me. “I can explain—” “That’s the end of it!” I said with my eyes beginning to betray me. “I have done enough for you to make this relationship work, Brian.” “But I will never try for a cheater,” I said it word by word, trying to stabilize my voice. “He’s not worth it,” Ruby muttered, draping an arm around me, and pulling me away from the party. Brian followed us until we reached the door, then he stopped and let us leave. When I glanced at his figure for the last time, I tried my best to not croak as tears fell out of my eyes. But I was surprised that I felt relieved at the same time. Maybe I didn’t need to try so hard for everything in my life, especially for someone like Brian. “Where are we going?” I asked Ruby. “You’ll see,” she said with a grin. We drove for about 30 minutes until we reached downtown, then she parked the car. “We are going to a bar,” she finally announced. “You need to loosen up and forget about that loser.” I sighed and got out of the car, following her down the streets until the bar, lit up in neon lights, came into view. As we continued walking, I brushed past a tall and incredibly handsome stranger. Goosebumps instantly formed on my skin. I paused and looked over my shoulder at him and that’s when I noticed he was no longer walking. He was staring with such a ravenous look in his eyes. It almost felt like I was on his menu. Strange feelings.
Tessa’s POV This man was insanely attractive, and he had to have been in his mid-twenties. He was tall and had a broad figure. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest, and I forgot where I was for a moment. I couldn’t move my eyes from him. It felt like that look in his eyes nailed me to the ground. It was as if he was looking at more than just my face. He was staring into my mind, heart, and soul. “Tessa, come on!” Ruby urged, pulling me along with her. “Only a little further.” Ruby obviously didn’t notice this man, but I reluctantly turned away and went with her into the bar. His eyes were otherworldly. I couldn’t get them out of my head long after seeing him. Not to mention how he looked at me made my heart skip a beat. “Surprise!” Tessa said, motioning around as soon as we stepped into the bar. I frowned as I looked around. This wasn’t just a normal bar. I saw incredibly hot men walking around with their shirts off, serving tables. There were other men dancing on a stage and flirting with women. “You took me to a callboy bar?” I asked. “You need to loosen up and have a good time. Forget about that loser Brian. There are so many better guys out there for you.” “I don’t think I’m going to find him at a bar like this,” I said, shaking my head at her. She laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bar stools where we sat down. “Two tequila shots please,” she asked the bartender. “And a water for me.” “I don’t want to take any shots,” I said to her. “We came to a bar, you must drink. I’m going to make sure you forget about Brian. At least for tonight.” “I’d rather not get drunk,” I said sheepishly. “I’ll be the responsible one and drink water tonight. I got both those shots for you,” she explained. The bartender put the shots in front of us along with Ruby’s water. She smiled and motioned for me to take a shot. “Humor me.” I knew she was right. I needed to loosen up and have a few drinks. I didn’t often drink because Brian didn’t like how I looked drunk. I took a shot and winced as it stung my throat. Ruby laughed. “Atta girl,” she said, nudging me with her shoulder. The last time I had a drink was when I was with my father on the farm. We would often drink together during our evening chores. “I don’t know what I’m going to do…” I said, staring down at my hands. “I can’t go home, and all of my things are there.” “Don’t even worry about that, Tessa. You know you can live with me. I’ll swing by your place in the morning and get your stuff. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” I was thankful to have her at that moment. My heart ached so much at the thought of Brian’s betrayal. It was obvious now that it was never me that he wanted. I had done everything for him. I went to the brunches with his friends, I wore the clothing he liked, and I ate the foods he suggested. I worked out daily, so I would be fit enough for him. I even took the classes he wanted me to take. I completely changed myself for him and it was for nothing. But now I realize he was just trying to turn me into her. “You keep drinking, I’m going to get you a guy,” Ruby said as I took the second shot. “Ruby, no…I—” It was too late. she was already gone. I sighed just as the bartender placed a couple more shots in front of me. She must have ordered them before she left. My head was already whirling from the other two, but I took another shot anyway. Soon, a platinum credit card was placed on the bar countertop, causing me to freeze. My eyes trailed up until they met the same eyes I couldn’t get out of my head. It was the man from outside. Ruby must have noticed our encounter after all and found him somewhere in the bar. He worked here as a callboy. No wonder he gave me that ravenous look. “Put her drinks on that card,” he said to the bartender in a firm tone like he was the one in charge. He kept his eyes locked on mine, even when he spoke to the bartender. It was as if I was hooked in a trance. “You didn’t have to do that,” I found myself saying. “Gave me an excuse to talk to you.” His voice was much deeper than I imagined. “You wanted to talk to me?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest. Before he could answer, the bartender returned with his card and receipt. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50 bill, slapping it on the counter as a tip to the bartender. I took the last shot of tequila and slid off the barstool. “Let’s just get out of here,” I said to him, trying not to fall over. “Where would you like to go?” “The hotel,” I said to him, furrowing my brows together. He must have been new to this callboy stuff. “And why would you want to go to a hotel?” His tone was low and incredibly sexy. It sent warmth throughout my body. “To obviously have sex.” What was wrong with him? His eyes had darkened and maybe my eyes were deceiving me, but they almost looked red. He stood back and scanned my body for only a moment before that ravenous look returned to his eyes. “If that’s what you wish,” he said as he offered me his hand. Taking his hand, I went with him outside, not seeing Ruby in sight. I made a mental note to send her a text later. Parked nearby was a black Bentley that he walked towards. I paused once he reached the car and opened the passenger side. After a pause, I finally slid into the passenger side of the car, and we had to drive for about 20 minutes until we reached an incredibly expensive-looking Villa. “This isn’t a hotel,” I pointed out. “It looks more like a resort.” He smirked and got out of the car. “Hotels are disgusting, and I’d prefer to have sex at my home,” he said as he went toward the main entrance. “You live here?” I gasped, scrambling out of the car. He didn’t bother responding. Once we got inside, I was amazed by how huge and gorgeous the Villa was. “Do you have a restroom I can use?” I asked. “I’d like to wash up beforehand.” He motioned down the hallway. “Down that hall to the right,” he said as he took my coat. I nodded my thanks to him and made my way to the bathroom. I just needed a minute to gather my thoughts. I was still incredibly dizzy from the alcohol and his looks were so intimidating. Brian was the first and only guy I’d ever been with, and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. I didn’t realize callboys made so much money that they could afford luxurious houses and cars like that. I should probably text Ruby and let her know that I made it here safely and expect me back at her place late. But just as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, the bathroom door swung open, and he was leaning against the frame. Swinging around to face him, I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat. He gave me a devilishly sexy grin and I couldn’t help but want him even more in that moment. “You have a scent that drives me wild,” he breathed hungrily. I had no idea what that meant, but it definitely turned me on. He rushed toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifted me onto the sink and kissed me in a way that set my soul on fire. The sink turned on and I felt the water soaking into the back of my blouse and dripping onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed myself further into him, allowing his kiss to deepen and his tongue to explore my mouth. He finally pulled away from me and I saw that his eyes had turned red. I wasn’t afraid though. In fact, I was mesmerized by him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked in a husky whisper. “We’ve only just met.” I looked him over for a moment longer. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that gave me this boost of confidence, or because he made me incredibly hot for him, but I answered his question by taking off my shirt and throwing it to the ground. His eyes grew even redder. It was surreal, but he began to kiss my neck without hesitation, sending goosebumps across my body. I felt a little stinging at first, but then, on top of the alcohol, there was a new layer of beautiful dizziness.
Tessa’s POV I just had a one-night stand… with a callboy. I woke up and was told by the faint sunlight that beamed through the window shades, it was morning. My entire body tingled at the memory of last night. It was certainly incredible, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been touched like that. This man definitely knew what he was doing last night. At least I’m not crying over Brian. As painful as his betrayal was, I feel like I could actually move on from him. Maybe the best way to get over somebody really is to get under someone new. My face reddened at the very thought. Sitting up in bed, I frowned at my surroundings. This was obviously the master bedroom with the king-sized bed. It was a vast space, however, it was veiled and gauzy. The curtains dimmed the natural lighting from outside, making it almost dreary. I felt a slight sting in my neck, making me reach my hand towards my neck and feel a small swollen patch. I quickly slid out of bed and dressed in my jeans and hoodie before making my way to the bathroom. My face grew warm as I remembered how passionate we were on that sink. I looked at the ground and saw that the crystal soap dish was cleaned. I frowned when I saw the bitemark on my neck. As fun as last night was, that callboy certainly left his impression on my body. However, it was strange that it didn’t hurt last night when he did this. I remember him licking and nibbling on my neck, but I remembered it feeling good. It wasn’t until this morning that it started hurting. It was also red and a little swollen like a bug bite. “Ouch,” I muttered to myself with dismay written all over my face. I left the bathroom and stood in this man’s bedroom. I didn’t like how dark it was in here and I wondered where exactly I was. I went to his window to open the curtains. As the sunlight started seeping through and I got a glimpse of what looked like a garden, a pair of hands pulled the curtains shut. I quickly turned around to see the callboy staring down at me. He was frowning and I noticed that his eyes were no longer red. Maybe they were never red. It could have been my drunken brain playing tricks on me. That was the only thing that really made sense. He stood only inches from me, and he stared down my body until his eyes landed on my lips. My heart was thudding violently against my chest and for a moment, I worried that he could hear it. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he took a step away from me. “Join me downstairs for some breakfast,” he said, reaching his hand out for me to take. I stared at it questionably for a moment before taking it. I allowed him to guide me out of his bedroom and down a long and wide set of spiral stairs. I was in awe of how big his home was and incredibly confused as to how he was able to afford such a luxurious home on a callboy’s wage. We went into a dining room area, and I saw the large wooden table with a couple of plates of delicious-looking food, orange juice, and coffee. As soon as I saw the food, my stomach instantly growled. “I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat or drink for breakfast, so I made an assortment of things,” he said, pulling out a chair for me to sit. He was certainly a charming callboy. I had to give Ruby some credit for choosing such an elegant guy. “It’s perfect,” I said as I sat down. He sat across from me and stared at me for a moment as I started eating. Then, he slowly started to eat as well. “I hope you slept well,” he said to me. It was such a casual opening statement that it caught me off guard. “Yes, your bed is incredibly comfortable,” I answered. It was like he didn’t know what to say in response to that, so he just looked at me quizzingly. I could tell he was trying hard, but what he was trying to do was unclear to me. “And your home is very beautiful,” I added. “How were you able to afford something like this on your salary?” As soon as I asked that question, I regretted it. My father had taught me that it was rude to ask about one’s financial situation, but I couldn’t take the question back once it’s been spoken. “A lot of the money I have is due to the investments I’ve made,” he answers casually. “I just recently moved here.” So, I was right about him being new to this callboy stuff. I wondered how many other women he’s had while he was here and how I ranked in comparison to them. But I quickly brushed that thought out of my mind, not wanting to think about it. “Your service has been incredible,” I said to him, meeting his eyes. He furrowed his brows at me. It was at that moment I realized how rude I was being. I didn’t even know his name. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I never got your name.” “Joseph,” he answered. He had the same name as Joseph Evergreen. How strange. “I’m Tessa,” I said in return, and I wondered if he even cared what my name was or if I was just another customer to him. Which reminded me. I grabbed my purse. “I’m not sure how much she already gave you, but let me give you a tip—” “Why would you give me money?” He asked, just as I pulled a 20 out of my purse. I raised my gaze up to his. “For your performance…” My face grew warm. “My performance?” “Yes—” I went on to say, but then I paused when I saw just how confused he truly was. “Do you know what we were last night?” Realization soon flashed through his eyes, and he ran his fingers through his dark mass of hair. “I’m sorry, I know having sex on the first day we meet is fast. But we can get to know each other quickly and I can try my best to be a good enough boyfriend to you…” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Boyfriend?!” I gasped, staring up at him. What was he talking about? “Yes,” he answered. “I would never just toss you aside after having sex with you.” “Isn’t that your job?” That confused look returned to him. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” he said, eyeing me carefully. “Can you excuse me for a moment,” I said, grabbing my phone from my purse. “I should probably tell my friend where I am.” I felt his eyes on the back of my head as I scurried out of the dining room. As I stared at my phone screen, I frowned when I saw that Ruby had called me at least three times last night. “Tessa! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you last night. You just disappeared,” she went on to say as soon as I called her. “I’m sorry. I went with that callboy you ordered me—” “What? Tessa, what are you talking about? I never ordered you a callboy.”
Tessa’s POV “You didn’t order a callboy?!” I asked, feeling my stomach sinking. “No…” she confirmed. “I mean, I was going to. But by the time I found one and returned to you, you were already gone.” Then, she gasped. “Did you find a man and go home with him?!” “Ruby, I’ll see you at home,” I said quickly before hanging up the phone. My heart was racing against my chest at a rapid speed. That man, Joseph, in the dining room right now, was not a callboy. How could I have made a mistake like that?! I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and returned to the dining room, trying to hide the pure embarrassment on my face. “I’m so sorry,” I said, meeting his curious eyes. “I thought last night was just a one-night stand. I never—” “A one-night stand?” Joseph asked, raising his right brow. “And what exactly gave you that impression?” His voice lowered slightly, and I could see the annoyance on his face. “My friend last night went to find me a callboy and I thought you were who she ordered for me…” I admitted, feeling my face growing warmer. “You thought I was a callboy?” He asked. “I’m so sorry…It was an honest mistake considering the bar we were at,” I went on to say. “What were you even doing there if you aren’t a callboy?” “I saw something I was interested in and went inside,” he said in return, narrowing his eyes at me. “And I was mainly looking for a conversation.” “Well, you should have been clearer about that last night,” I said. I was trying to hide my embarrassment. He leaned back in his seat, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Are you always so frivolous?” My eyes widened at his words, and I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. “Excuse me, but there’s nothing wrong with having a one-night stand in this day and age.” “I didn’t say there was,” he said in return. “I just didn’t think that’s what this was. You don’t seem like the type to—” “You don’t know me like that,” I said quickly, folding my arms across my chest. “We’ve only just met.” “Yes, and during this time you thought I was nothing more than a callboy,” he said without expression. “Why exactly were you at that bar?” “That’s not your business,” I shot back firmly. He took a deep breath and looked at me for a moment longer, silently, until he finally composed himself enough to speak again. “You should probably get going. I wouldn’t want your friend to worry any further.” He must have heard me on the phone with Ruby. But he was right because I was also going to be late for school if I didn’t hurry. However, I found it difficult to get my legs to move. My eyes remained on his and I thought I saw a slight ping of hurt. I could have been mistaken, but maybe he was serious about developing a relationship. There was no humor in his tone when he brought it up and he’s been so proper that I was starting to think that maybe he was a bit more conservative. Joseph’s sigh brought me back to reality and I realized he was waiting for me to leave. I was about to apologize again, but then I thought it would be better if I just left. I grabbed my purse and quickly scurried out of his home. As soon as I got outside, I realized I not only left that money on the table, but I also forgot to put my bra on. It was still somewhere in his room. I turned back to his Villa, but I was way too embarrassed to go back, so I turned back around and continued walking away. Thankfully, my hoodie was thick enough that it was not noticeable. Once I gained enough distance, I called an Uber to take me to Ruby’s house. She was already dressed for the day when I got there, and she looked relieved to see me. “I’m glad you made it here in one piece,” she said, giving me a hug. “I have clothes for you to wear. Hurry up and take a shower. After classes later, I’ll swing by your apartment to grab your stuff.” “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said, giving her a fond and relieved smile. “Thankfully, you’ll never have to find out,” she said in return. I went into the bathroom and quickly showered. It felt good to allow the hot water to warm my frigid body. I didn’t notice how badly I was trembling until the water hit my skin. The bite mark on my neck stung as the water washed it, but not before long the pain went away. I made such a fool out of myself. I was glad I was never going to have to see that man again. Ruby was waiting for me by the time I finished showering and dressing. “So, tell me about last night,” Ruby said with wide and excited eyes. “There’s not much to tell. I had sex with a complete stranger,” I said, shaking my head at her. “We should have never gone to that bar.” “Are you seriously going to tell me that you didn’t have fun?” Ruby teased. “Didn’t it get your mind off that jerk?” I couldn’t even deny the fact that I had fun, and she was right. I barely thought about Brian the entire time I was with that stranger. Joseph. My heart skipped a beat when I spoke his name in my head. But then my face grew warm when I remembered he called me frivolous. The audacity of that jerk. I shuddered at the thought. I didn’t want to talk about Joseph anymore and decided not to answer any more of her questions. She was annoyed by this, but eventually Ruby dropped the subject as we left for school. Ruby lived close to the school, so it didn’t take long for us to get there. We went directly to the registration office to sign up for that new writing course. “I’m sorry ladies, but the professor asked that all interested students attend his course and prove their writing before he accepts anyone,” the receptionist said, staring between the two of us. “Okay…when is the class scheduled again?” I asked. “Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday 6:30 – 8:30 pm. Today is Monday, so make sure you are there on time.” As we left the office, Ruby was muttering under her breath, “Why would he schedule a class at night?” I tuned her out though. I was more nervous about not being chosen to attend this class. If Joseph Evergreen didn’t like my writing, it would break my heart. However, I knew I wasn’t nearly good enough to impress the famous fantasy author. But I still thought I had some talent. “Tessa? Are you still with me?” Ruby asked, waving her hand in front of my face, and bringing me out of my head. “I said we will meet at the Literature wing tonight and go to the class together.” “Sounds good,” I agreed. Later in the evening, I met Ruby in the Literature wing of the school. As we began walking toward the classroom, I paused when I saw a familiar man walking amongst the students. My heart fell deeply into my stomach and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Ruby paused when she noticed I had stopped walking and she followed my eyes to the man across the hallway. “He looks familiar,” she pointed out. “Where have I seen him before?” “The bar last night,” I breathed. “He was the man I left with.” “Woah! Seriously?! Tessa, he’s insanely hot!” “Keep your voice down!” I said between my teeth as I grabbed her arm. “I can’t believe he’s here. I had no idea he was attending this school.” “He must be a transfer,” she asked, glancing in his direction. “Whatever, I just hope his classes don’t correspond with mine,” I said, hiding behind Ruby as we continued walking toward the classroom. “I don’t really need that kind of mess during our last semester before graduation.” Ruby only chuckled as we went into the room and we met with a bunch of other students. I instantly grew nervous as I found an empty seat beside Ruby. This moment could make my dream of becoming a writer a reality. I looked around the room at all the curious students and was thankful that Joseph wasn’t among them. At least I could relax knowing we weren’t going to share this class together if I were to be accepted that is. However, there were also signs of Professor Joseph Evergreen, and the class was just about to start. Not before long, the door of the classroom swung open, and everybody silenced as the Professor finally arrived. “Oh God,” I heard Ruby whisper. It felt as if the walls had closed in when I looked up at the Professor. Joseph Evergreen. My one-night stand.
Tessa’s POV In an instant, it felt like my entire world had crumbled down around me and I could no longer breathe. It was Joseph. The same Joseph from last night. “I heard he’s super famous and very rich!” “I saw him in the hallway. I couldn’t believe he was so handsome!” “I hear he looks so young for being 40!” I remained frozen in my seat as I stared at Joseph. All the whispers from the students were not exaggerating. Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.” He scanned the room briefly before continuing. “With that being said, I’m only allowing 15 students in this course, so only about half of you will make it. By the end of today’s class, you’ll have everything you need to construct a 1000-word sample due in two days, which is Wednesday. From there, I will choose 15 of you to be my students.” A knot formed in my stomach. Despite last night’s venture, and knowing that Joseph was the professor, I still really wanted to take this course. But I worried that I had already screwed things up. “Before we discuss that further, I’m going to speak about a few different fantasy authors whose works we will discuss in class. Kenneth Regan, I will talk about first. He was born in the early 1900s and wrote some of my favorite books. He was largely known for blending complicated historical issues in Fantasy novels, but he himself was quite funny and light-hearted.” The way Joseph spoke about Kenneth Regan was like he was talking about a friend. His knowledge of not only his professional life but also his personal life was astonishing. “Another author born in the early 1800s was none other than Christopher Moore. If you are anything like me, Chris was probably the reason you took an interest in writing,” Joseph continued. “Chris grew up as a poor boy. His family abandoned him when he was a child and he found himself orphaned. His only escape in life was writing. He wrote everything you could imagine but his main passion was, of course, Fantasy writing. Chris didn’t go to college like Ken did. Chris felt as if he already had all the knowledge he needed. He spent his entire childhood into his adolescence writing. Even when everyone doubted him, he never gave up….” Joseph’s voice trailed off as he got lost in thought. “I always admired that about him,” he said fondly. “He went on to write a number of books that are still number-one sellers to this day. Unfortunately, his life was cut short, and he isn’t able to see the difference his writing made in this world. The hearts he had touched and the inspiration he had created.” I could tell from Joseph Evergreen’s writing that he loved Christopher Moore just like me and was influenced by him, but I didn’t expect the way he talked about Christopher was full of…nostalgia? He shook his head at the very thought and then proceeded to talk about a couple more authors before changing the subject. Later, he discussed the assignment in more detail and handed us worksheets to go along with the samples to write. As he reached my desk, I kept my eyes from looking up at him, but he stood beside me for only a moment, keeping his hand on my desk with the paper underneath it. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He continued to pass out the papers before standing at the front of the class. “We have time for a Q&A. If you have questions now is your time to ask.” Every single person in the room had their hands raised, including Ruby, who looked as if she was about to burst with excitement. Joseph chose a girl from the front row. “Professor Evergreen, I’m a huge fan. Your books are an inspiration to me. Which brings me to ask you, who’s your main inspiration?” “The main source of my inspiration came from my personal life experiences,” he spoke without hesitation. Everybody seemed perplexed by his answer. He was a fantasy writer. How many personal real-life experiences could have happened? “How is that possible?” The same girl asked, mimicking my thoughts. “You’re a fantasy author, so your writing is fiction.” “It depends on your definition of fiction. I have a broader sense of the word. What makes something fiction? Just because you can’t see something with your eyes, doesn’t make it not real.” “Like air…” I found myself talking softly from the back of the room, getting Joseph’s attention. His eyes found mine and held them for a moment. “Like air,” he agreed. “We can’t see air, but we know it exists.” “But there’s research that proves air…” that girl said, turning his attention back to her. “Scientists have—” “In literature, you must have an open mind about everything. If you think too logically while writing, you might not make it as a fantasy novelist. Learn to think outside of the box and have faith in things you can’t see or have no proof of being real.” More hands rose and he chose a boy that sat nearby me. “Not a question, just an observation. I’ve noticed your writing is very much like Christopher Moore.” Joseph nodded his head once. “That author greatly influenced me,” he explained. “He’s an incredible writer,” I found myself saying in agreement, causing Joseph to look at me once again. “What is your name?” He asked me. I felt blood rushing to my face as everyone turned to look at me. “Tessa,” I answered, trying to compose myself. “Tessa…” he repeated my name out loud, and it sounded so incredibly sexy coming out of his mouth. “Do you mind waiting here for a while after class?” I was shocked by the proposal, but I managed a head nod before he turned to the rest of the class. “That’s all the time we have. Make sure to have your samples sent to my email by 10 am on Wednesday. I look forward to reading them,” Joseph turned around and announced to the class. “If you don’t have anywhere to be this evening feel free to stick around and I’ll answer any extra questions you might have.” Quite many students, including Ruby and myself, stayed behind. Who didn’t want to have a face-to-face conversation with the mysterious writer Joseph Evergreen？ “Wait until we leave before you throw up,” she whispered teasingly. “I’m just worried this is going to affect my chances of getting into his class,” I told her honestly. “Just do the best you can,” she said. “If he’s professional, he won’t let your relationship affect his true evaluation of your writing.” “Why did he specifically ask me to stay then?” “To warn you not to tell anyone about last night? But I already knew it…” I looked back in his direction and noticed he had left the room. Everyone who stayed after class stared at the closed door, wondering where the mysterious author had gone off to after promising he’d answer further questions. Joseph returned moments later, only this time when he walked into the room, he ignored everybody and walked directly over to me. I stared up at him with an alarmed expression when I noticed he was holding a bag. “You forgot something.” Joseph handed me the bag. “You are free to go now.” “What—” I began to ask, but he was already walking away once I had taken the bag from him. The other students in the room were staring at me questionably, wondering what Joseph had just handed me. “What’s in the bag?” Ruby asked, raising her brows. I glanced inside the bag and instantly shut it, feeling the blood draining from my body. Inside the bag was the bra and money I had left at his place.
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