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Love Under Fire Pure souls
NancyThe Davies home was a beautiful, modernized place decorated in art deco, giving it an air of wealth and sophistication. They were also elegant and well-composed, and since I had spent about twenty years living with the Mortons I was already accustomed to the etiquette of the upper social class, although their friendliness overcame all that. They spoke openly to me, but without going overboard, and their manners were excellent, not to say commendable. I felt welcomed by them in a good way. It was good to meet billionaires who were good-natured, didn't let the greed of money corrupt their souls, and remained simple and pleasant people to be around, at least that was the feeling the girl was giving me. “So are you, or aren’t you, together?” Jake asked the couple humorously; it was clear they had a close friendship and weren't offended by how intimately they spoke to each other. “The first thing my girlfriend said when she saw you two was wow, Jake, what a lovely couple! Now you h
Love Under Fire My princess
Nancy“What did you think of them?” Jake asked when we were in the car heading back to his apartment. We had spent the entire afternoon and evening at the Davies' house. We really had some interesting quality time, as if we were seeing old friends who were dear to us. “I thought it was divine; Your friend’s wife is super loving,” I commented with a smile. “Yes, Laura is exceptional,” he said, and then stroked my hair, caressing me. “You’re tired, aren’t you? Do you want to go home, take a shower, and cuddle with me? I promise that I will be very affectionate with you, my love,” he said, proposing that. “As tempting as this sounds, what I'd really like to do right now is go see Amber. She lives very close to here; in fact, she has the entire penthouse of a luxurious building all to herself.” She smiles as she remembers how happy she was to receive that apartment when Bruce offered it to her years ago, when she decided to move to New York to follow her dream. “Honey, hadn’t we talk
Love Under Fire You deserve heaven
AmberWhen the front desk at my building called to say that my mother was downstairs wanting to see me, I almost couldn't believe it. At first, I thought it was some crazy fan of mine who was pretending to be my mother just to get permission to get in there, but if that was the case, it was fine. I had bodyguards who could quickly get rid of the unwanted person, so I sent her up. And when I answered the door, there she was dressed suspiciously with that cap and hospital mask, blushing his face like she was a fugitive from the police. "Mom…?" I asked, really surprised to see her there. She took off her cap and mask and threw herself into me in a tight hug. “It's me, my princess. I'm so happy to see you finally...” she said, all excited. Her hug was the same as when she hugged me when I was a child. She loved to wrap me in her arms and protect me from everything and everyone. At that moment, even though I was in a different position than her, I couldn't help it, and my arms went up t
Love Under Fire I'm with her
Amber“I'm so happy you're here, Mom. I can finally show you some of the things I got,” I said to her with a sweet smile, still hugging her. “I'm happy just knowing that you're doing well in your career. We women always have to wish each other the best, even more so when you're my daughter. Your success is mine too; if you win, I win too,” she said, looking at me with apparent pride. I swallowed hard. If I had a conscience? Of course, I did, but I was doing everything for her own good. Then I stood up and reached out to her. “Please come with me,” I asked her. She smiled beautifully at me and took my hand. “This place just keeps getting prettier,” she commented as I walked up the stairs with her. “This is my little corner, isn’t it? I have to keep it nice and cozy because I deserve it,” I responded by just verbalizing it. “It pleases me to know that you're okay despite everything,” she said, putting her arm around my shoulder and hugging me from the side, kissing me and pampering
Love Under Fire The pink world
NancyI almost couldn't believe the extent of the betrayal my own daughter put me through. One moment I was remembering the times she and I played with dolls, and the next, I saw her hard look as she closed the door and locked me inside her closet. It was there that I realized that everything was lost. Jake was right this whole time, but I insisted on being foolish. How did I let this happen..? Tears fell into my eyes as I was bent over the floor holding the door, my limbs trembling as if I were cold, despair washing over me as I realized that I had simply screwed up. All the plans that Jake and I exchanged, everything we came up with so that I could get rid of the Mortons, so I could have my happiness once and for all, have all gone down the drain now because of the decision I made. What a wrong decision. Why did I have to ignore the many signs that my daughter always gave me over the years? All those red flags that she gave through her behavior, but I decided to sweep everything
Love Under Fire True love
JakeWhen I got home that night, I had high expectations that I would find Nancy there waiting for me, as had happened on the days we were together. As soon as I entered the house with a bouquet of red chocolate roses in my hands, I called out to her. “Honey, I'm here,” I said out loud, expecting her to come to me and give me that hug as good as the one she usually gives me, but this time I got silence in response. “Babe? Where are you?" I called once again, entering the apartment with caution and fear. Of course, I was scared that my biggest fear of these last few days would happen. My relationship with Nancy hadn't been easy from the beginning; she had been hurt a lot in her old relationship, which ended up leaving her vulnerable and with low self-esteem, enough to be suspicious of anything and never really give in. She always had concerns to deal with. Which ended up making me nervous and afraid that she would decide to leave forever. When she looked at me and smiled beautifully
Love Under Fire The Mortons
Nancy“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc. “Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy. “Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon. “You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said. I
Love Under Fire Caught in the act
Nancy“So does this mean that Ford Buildings was unable to meet the schedule for the first phase of the investment? It's time to cut off their funding then,” I heard my husband say as he came up the stairs and walked down the hall to our bedroom. After dinner, the men of the house always had a conversation by the fireplace while drinking wine and then retiring to their rooms; today was no different. I was nervous because I didn't know how Bruce would react when he saw the surprise I prepared for him. After dinner, I had rushed to tidy the room. “Ha, no that, McCoy. Morton Investment didn't become the best in the region by doing charity and being condescending. I demand that you defund these fucking idiots by tomorrow!” He was shouting into his cell phone, but he stopped in surprise as soon as he opened the door and found red rose petals scattered across the floor and on the large bed, contrasting with the milky white sheets, a table with champagne, chocolate, and even a decorative c
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