Charlotte Hayes' POV
Damien Yves Étienne is a 25-year-old billionaire with several businesses. He was the only son of the great Étienne family, who were known for their enormous economic success. But does this family have a dark secret that they can't reveal?
"A billionaire, Charlotte! Can you believe it? Mr. Étienne invited you!" Mr. Lee exclaimed, smiling broadly. Mr. Lee appears to be more enthusiastic than I am. Nonetheless, I'm intrigued. I had no idea the man I met was a billionaire. What other surprises does he have in store for me? "Wait a minute... Étienne. Isn't that the owner of the Étienne Agency?" I was taken aback. My husband works as an actor for the Étienne agency. To think my husband would be under such a man.
"Yes, Charlotte! What do you think? This is a great opportunity to even rise in notoriety!" my manager, Hanes, smiled. It was amusing to see how eager they were to let me go. Because I know deep down that they have their own strategy. "I'll go," I sighed as I looked Mr. Lee in the eyes. Later that night, I was in the opulent Étienne building. It was a large and crammed area. I was wandering around among the people when I felt someone grab my arm—I looked at the person and saw him.
"You've arrived!" exclaimed Damien. "Ah," I bowed slightly in respect. "Mr. Étienne, I'm delighted to be invited to such a lovely event," I said softly. He abruptly laughed soothingly and stated, "So you did hear from me from your manager."
The moment his gaze fell on me, he was entranced. "You... You're stunning," he said. His pupils were dappled with twilight. I was surprised to receive a compliment out of nowhere, especially from a man like him. "Oh please," I coughed, "teasing me is just mean." Damien smirked and cupped my cheeks in both of his hands. "I'm not, because no matter how hard I look at you, I see beauty." My heart trembled at that moment. I felt a strange sensation inside of me. It was warm, but... At the same time, it's mystical. Knowing that everyone's attention was on us, I took two paces away from him.
He was left with a depressed expression. "What's the matter?" he inquired, perplexed by my actions. "I am a married woman, Mr. Étienne; if anyone spreads false rumors, it will be my deficit," I groaned. Damien guffaws. "If anyone spreads false rumors, I'll do everything in my power to silence them," he replied, a whimsical smile on his face.
I was fascinated by his words. Such self-assurance is admirable. "So, Mr. Etienne, shouldn't you get started on your introductory speech?" I smirked as I looked at him. "Aha! Right, milady. See you later," he said as he walked away. "He never ceases to amaze me," I said with a smile.
It had been a long time since I had a sincere smile, so it was quite phenomenal. It's as if some of my grief was wiped away. Damien enters the stage with a microphone in hand. At the same time, I went behind the stage, where the models were waiting. Everyone's gaze was drawn to him, a handsome man. Some were piqued by his appearance, while others were eager for the event to begin. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Today, I'm hosting a modeling event from various agencies to show the world that people can have a bond despite being in different agencies. I am overjoyed that each of you accepted my invitation, and without further ado, the modeling event begins."
The audience clapped, which echoed throughout the room. Models walked towards the stage, striking a glamorous pose. Every member of the audience was enthralled and couldn't stop applauding. It was soon my turn to walk. I was known for my catwalk and beauty, and as a result, I rose to the position of top model. I walked in a slow, gentle manner that posed class as the lights were beneath me. With a faint smile and a seductive look, I stared directly into the audience. Every eye was on me. This scene... It was something I was used to. After all... "I live for the applause."
It wasn't long before it was time for the buffet. I was drinking red wine and gazing out the window. The nighttime view was flawless and warm. Reporters suddenly surrounded me, breaking the silence I was in. "How does it feel to be invited to such a luxurious event, Charlotte Hayes?" "Do you think your fame will skyrocket after being invited by an Étienne?!"
My mind was filled with questions. It gave me a migraine. Is it because of the wine or because of the questions? "Pardon me, but I'd like some alone time because I'm not feeling well—" "Do you have any comments on.." "Can you tell us why you were talking with Mr. Étienne before the event?" Their ignorance made me feel like I wasn't a human anymore in their eyes. But I couldn't help but smile. "Pardon me, the shock of being invited to such a lovely event is still in me, so please let me rest for a while, and if you have 'ears' and a 'heart,' won't you understand my situation?"
They went quiet. "Thank you," I said as I walked away. I still had the wine glass in my hand. It was deserted. I went for a walk after leaving the glass on a table. "I should go home now. Should I tell Mr. Etienne? But where is he?" I found myself in the hallway, roaming around like a lost cat. I came to a massive door at the end of the hallway with the sign "Master's room" on it. "Could this be his room?" I speculated. I was about to knock when I heard mumbles coming from the other room. Curious, I placed my ear to the door and heard Damien's words.
"Are you f*cking kidding me? Do you want me to tell the world that the Étienne family is secretly a Mafia family?" he yelled to the person he was speaking to. I was taken aback. "Mafias?" I wondered, my heart pounding. It was at this point that I became aware of a presence behind me.
Damien Yves Étienne's POV "Ahh, why couldn't I get her out of my head?" I pondered as I sat on my room's couch. Michael Etienne, my father, was smoking tobacco directly in front of me. He looked at me, perplexed. "What's that? Do you have a woman who has piqued your interest?" he asked, smirking. "I guess," I replied, with a faint smile. He laughed when he heard my words. "Then I guess that woman is in danger, given how you, a mafia member, are interested in her," he responded. I had a frown on my face. "What can I do?" I said, crossing my arms, "I'll just hide my identity then." I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one up. "Phew," I exhaled, extinguishing the cigarette. "Mhm, I wonder. Won't that woman get hurt if you keep your identity hidden? Wouldn't it be better if she knew?" I was enraged when he said that, so I stood up and yelled, "Are you f*cking kidding me? Do you want me to tell the world that the Étienne family is secretly a Mafia family?" The door to the r
Charlotte Hayes' POV At this point, I believe I've gone insane. I'm not sure if I asked the wrong person or not. However, this... is simply excessive! "Huu..." Damien is a beast. At 11 a.m, the affair is still going on. At this point, I was sobbing. "S-Stop it! Please? Mhm?" I begged, my voice cracking. I'm losing feeling in my legs. He rubbed it against my thighs rather than putting it in. My eyes were welling up with tears and sweat. "I don't want to," he said as he continued. I'm curious what Jake is up to now that I haven't returned home. It was 12 noon when he finished because I had passed out. What would have happened if I hadn't collapsed? It frightens me just thinking about it. He emerged from the shower with a wet appearance. He's wearing a robe and using a towel to brush his hair. "Hey, it's time for you to take a shower," he smiled. I was completely naked in bed, covered only by the sheets. My clothes were strewn about and torn apart. Even the newly purchased heels broke.
Jake Hayes's POV I was preoccupied with work last night... or did I? "Hubby, when are you going to divorce with Charlotte?" asks Aviana Quincy, my lover of two years. I first met her before Charlotte and I married. We're currently staying at a five-star hotel, laying on the queen-sized bed in nothing but a white, comfortable robe. "Mhm, let's see... after I become the top actor in Los Angeles, I'll divorce her. The only reason I've kept her is because of her fame. Her elevated fame helped me a lot. She has asked me for a divorce multiple times, but I can't let her go that easily. I still need to use her," I chuckled, expressing my plan. Aviana joined in my glee, saying, "Poor Charlotte! She deserves to be used all over again! Hahaha!" I spent the warm night with my lover. Unlike someone like Charlotte, being with her would normally comfort me. The next morning, I awoke to the news that Charlotte had been invited to my boss' modeling event the night before on the television screen. "
Charlotte Hayes' POVWe went to Jake's agency, which Damien owns. I naturally wore the long silky red gown he had bought for me, along with a matching pair of glass slippers. I wore round black glasses and a black bucket hat to avoid drawing attention to myself. My heels clacked every time they collided with the slick floor as I walked gently through the corridor. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Who wouldn't notice Damien's firm grip on my soft, left hand as we walk?"Don't you intend to let go of my hand?" I asked, a little shyly. This is the first time I've received shy looks from the audience. Damien chuckles, demonstrating his mischievous nature. He obviously enjoys the situation. I just sighed discreetly. We took the elevator to the highest floor, which is his office, by pressing the buttons.The hallway in this part was even more exquisite. The floor was made out of marble, and the walls had magnificent minimalist designs that were pleasing to the eyes. Just one look, an
Charlotte Hayes' POV "Sharing? Who says I'm saying what's mine?" With a surprised expression, I looked at Damien. This was not a ruse. His comments, claiming me as his possession, perplexed me. Jake had a similar appearance to mine. He laughed awkwardly as he looked up at the ceiling. It's as if he's still deliberating over what to say next. Jake is a man of cunning secrets and manipulation. I'm curious what he'll say next. "I see. My wife is entirely yours, Mr. Étienne," Jake said, faking a smile. I shuddered. There was a part of me that wished he had stayed. I wanted to give him another chance to see if he would change. But I suppose not. He's still the same monster I know. Damien laughed and grabbed a piece of paperwork from the table. With his transparent, smooth pen, he scribbled on the thick, white documents. "Here," Damien handed the documents to Jake, which gave him a satisfied look. Those documents were probably approval documents. Jake's eyes brightened despite being dull
Damien Yves Étienne's POVI, Damien Yves Étienne, am known as 'Python' in the Mafia world because, like a python who wraps coils of its body around its prey and squeezes tight, I slowly wrap my prey until I devour. My family has a long history of Mafias, so now is the time for me to make a move and prove my worth in this dark and dangerous world. "Sir?" Luca inquired, perplexed as to why I hadn't responded to him yet. Changing the topic, I asked in an exhausted voice, "Anyways, how's father? Any updates on him?" "Your father likes to meet you tonight, 7 in the evening. Apparently, he wants you to take care of someone who owes him a million," Luca replied. I nodded gently and said, "Alright then," before hanging up the phone.I'm exhausted from cleaning up after my father's sloppiness. But it's always been that way. It's like a never-ending cycle for me. I went to my father's hidden basement later that evening, around 7 p.m. It was surrounded by an uncanny and gloomy atmosphere, as wa
Charlotte Hayes' POV"Oh? Your ego can’t handle this?" Damien asked, mocking him. The look on his face is so genuine that I'm not sure if Damien is mocking him for an act or for personal reasons. Jake, on the other hand, appeared to want to murder Damien. Damien's words and gaze were like knives piercing Jake's ego. Am I witnessing a conversation or a war?The conversation's atmosphere was becoming dangerous. At this rate, I may have to witness a bloodbath. I had to intervene before anything bad happened. I quickly grasped Jake's firm left hand and looked him in the eyes. "You should go, Jake," I said, shivering like a kitten. Damien looked pleased at some point after hearing my remark. There was a brief silence, as if Jake was unsure. But the answer was clear."Fine," Jake said as he turned to leave. When I saw him walking away for a long distance, I couldn't help but sigh. "Hey," Damien said in a gentle tone, the polar opposite of what he had on earlier. I slowly turned around to fa
Charlotte Hayes’ POVOur bodies collided, feeling each other's skin, in the hot and sweaty atmosphere. We could still feel the soft brush of each other's lips and the warmth of our eyes in the bright room. Our kisses were tender, and our fingers were intertwined. Our heartbeats were audible in this silent room, despite the fact that there was no sound."Do you have condoms?" I inquired, my gaze seductive. "You never fail to amaze me," he exclaimed. I laughed when I heard his amusing remarks. He narrowed his gaze on my eyes and said, "We don't need c-" At that moment, our conversation was cut short by a loud ring from Damien's pocket on his left side. "Aren't you going to take the call?" I asked, tilting my head."D*mn it," Damien said, his face irritated, as if he had no choice but to accept the call. "Sorry about that," he said, looking at me apologetically as he took the call from his phone. "Hello?" he asked. He turned to face me after listening and said, "Yes... okay. Yeah, I'll b