Six months ago in Canada.
"I can’t believe this; after all my hard work, I still end up here," Grace Bush mutters to herself. Working at the local publishing company in her hometown has been hell, not just physically but mentally. She had applied at Davi Publishing Firm, a big company in New York, but ended up at O.S Publishing Industry in this local town, not even at the headquarters. "OMG! Was I cursed? Am I going to die here, aren’t I? This can’t be all there is to me," she grunted loudly, gaining the attention of the front desk clerk.
“Are you alright, Grace? You are sighing out loud,” Edna asked, sounding worried.
“It’s Miss Bush to you, and yeah, I'm okay,” Grace replied, her frustration evident.
“You don’t sound so.”
“Yeah, well, that’s because you're in my face, Edna; why don’t you go do your work and leave me the hell alone, huh?” Grace snapped. She was being rude, but she didn't care; the challenges in her life were already enough.
“Fine, suit yourself.”
“Great, thanks. Now I feel more [miserable] than ever,” Grace signed even louder than before. What happened to her? She wasn’t always this rude and self-centered. “Well, Grace Bush,” she said to herself, “after everything you have been through, you’re lucky that your manners are the only thing you lost, not your sanity or even your life.” She looked more hopeless than she did when she first started out.
“I need air, or else I'm going to suffocate here,” she said as she strolled to the counter for a cup of black tea and decided to go to the office balcony. “God, I miss my life, my family, my dream, and every damn thing that incident took from me. I wasn’t always this miserable; I had a perfect life, a perfect family, and a perfect dream,” she sighed. “Everything was perfect until that incident eight years ago.
Eight years ago...
She had a lovely family, Mr. and Mrs. Adam Bush; her parents were angels in disguise, the best she could ever ask for. Her mother, Mary Bush, was a wonderful woman, working as an English professor at a state university, and her lovely father, Adam Bush, worked as a publisher and owned a publishing film in Canada. It was not big or popular like other publishing films, but it was the most sought-after.
Many big firms were interested in Dad’s company because of its honesty, loyalty, and publishing style. She was her dad’s biggest fan, wanting to be like him, working with honesty not just to make fame or wealth but to contribute to society.
Her parents were happy when she informed them of her decision to be a journalist and work with her father in his film. Plans were laid out, and she decided to go to New York City to study, acquiring more knowledge to assist him. Her father agreed and promised to help her with reliable study material since he was once a journalist. Everything was going great, and barely two months had passed since she made the biggest decision of her life.
Before she knew it, college was over, and thanks to her father’s connections, they were given a one-day invitation to a university in New York to check it out. Both Mom and Dad decided to come with her. The day came for them to go check it out, and just like any other day, it was sunny and beautiful. Like any other teenager on her first journey to adulthood, she was excited. Mom allowed her to ride a shotgun with Dad.
She was over the moon, fantasizing about how it would be, the cute guys she would meet at the university, and even the apartment where she would be staying. Everything was arranged because she told Dad that she didn’t want to stay in the school hostel, and to her surprise, he agreed.
Yet again, she knew she was spoiled, but truth be told, despite having the privilege of living like a princess, her parents never raised her badly. They taught her the value of life, to be respectful and obedient, and to always believe in herself.
Crazy, right? Rich, beautiful, and respectful—those qualities never added up, but her case was totally different. Living such an amazing life, she felt fulfilled, and just when she thought her life couldn’t get any better, things turned sideways.
Hell became her new home!!!'
***Still lost in her thoughts, fantasizing about what her life might look like five years from now, Grace was jolted back to reality by a scream.It was her mother. Startled, she opened her eyes to find her father struggling with the car's steering wheel. The brakes had failed, and a massive truck was hurtling towards them. In a split-second decision, her father swerved towards a tree at the side of the road.Through all this, Grace could still hear her mom screaming, her cries reverberating like the world itself was collapsing around them. Maybe it was because, in the next few seconds, what occurred felt like a terrible nightmare, one she desperately wished she could wake up from.As the car swerved towards a tree at the side of the road, an unexpected collision occurred. Out of nowhere, a truck carrying metal poles slammed into their car. In the chaos, Grace's father was suddenly in front of her. She couldn't comprehend how he managed to jump from his seat with the seatbelt on. Bro
****Grace suddenly woke up from yet another terrifying dream, sweating and crying at the same time. Looking around the room, she felt a sense of terror, realizing her parents, who were supposed to be there with her, weren't. She did the only thing she could think of—she tried calling for them, but there was no response. She continued screaming until nurses rushed through the door, followed by her father’s secretary, Mrs. Hail."Where are my parents?" Grace asked, not wanting to contemplate anything negative. Her eyes darted between Mrs. Hail and the sad expression on her face. Fearful and still unwilling to accept the harsh reality, Grace pleaded, "Please, Mrs. Hail, my parents, they are okay, right? They are just sleeping in one of the hospital beds like I am, getting treated, right? Please tell me," she implored, tears streaming down her face.All she wanted was to see her mom and dad smiling at her again. Even if she never went to university, it would be okay as long as they were
Present.Grace reflected on her life. "Yeah, that’s the story of my life, crazy right?” She knew that in order to take over her father's business, she needed all the knowledge and experience she could get. That's why she applied to a big publishing firm in New York City, only to end up in her current undesirable position.Focused on becoming someone worthy of her father’s establishment, she didn’t have time for joy, parties, or dating. At twenty-six, she was still a virgin, a fact she attributed to her lack of time and strength for love. Despite her fears about family and loss, she wondered if there was a man out there for her, someone who could provide perfect love, and a perfect home, just like her parents.“Oh! There you are,” Edna said suddenly, appearing out of nowhere.“Jesus! Edna,” Grace said, shocked. “Do you have to sneak up on me like that? I almost had a heart attack.”"Really, that’s new.” Edna replied nonchalantly.“What? What did you say?”"Nothing; what could I say?”"
The D day arrived, and thank God, Mrs. Hail had brought the documents Grace requested earlier; she even added some cash. They arrived at the airport and went straight to board. With one last look at her hometown, Grace boarded the plane. Finding it difficult to believe that she was going to New York while the others were sleeping, Grace was deep in thought. Before she knew it, they arrived, and, OMG, New York was exactly as she had imagined—breathtaking. And while the others were busy taking pictures, she was crying tears of joy, tears of achieving her dreams. It was a first step, but she was happy. Without wasting much time, they went to the hotel, and Mr. Bert told them to rest up; by tomorrow morning, they would have to present themselves, and it seemed like the new boss would be present too. After the lecture, he left so they could sleep. Because she was so tired, Grace slept off without checking around, which was what she had planned to do once she arrived. When she opened h
At the O.S. Publishing Headquarters The President's Office Noah Creed sat down with his cold coffee, ready to pounce on Bastad, daring to disturb his quiet time. Luckily, no one dared come in. He felt upset after dealing with his mother, who always left him feeling terrible—that vicious, hungry money serpent. Like forcing him to get married and produce offspring wasn’t enough. Now he is being forced to marry into the Keyes family of models; their last child, Jesse something, Keyes, who, by the way, is not even up to twenty, given the circumstances, will be old enough to be his daughter. He already has a lot on his plate to deal with; being transferred here without his consent was already a big problem for him. He wants no more painful trouble but his mother will not let him be. Engaging the young model was the only thing he could do to keep her at bay. "Oh, damn! My head hurts again." That familiar pain hit him. Since he was a kid, he had these terrible headaches, like someone ba
***If only it would rain. Not that there was a chance in hell it would, Noah admitted to himself as he scanned the three heavy clocks in his room. It's 6:00 a.m., the start of a new day. The sky has not even cleared yet he is this tired.Just when he gathered enough strength to stand up, the crazy yet, at 50, drop-dead gorgeous mother of his, Mrs. Vera Creed, yanked his heavy golden metal door open.With a pissed look on her face, she probably found out about the change he had made to his arranged marriage with the upcoming model Jesse Keyes. Pretending not to notice it, he said, "Mother, isn't it too early to look pissed; you will destroy your makeup?" he said, smirking as he went toward the bathroom. He could hear his mother groaning angrily."Don't piss me off, Noah," she said."Mom, you're already pissed; I don't need to do anything," Noah replied, turning to her."Why did you ask the Keyes to hold off the wedding date? Did you not hear me when I said…""Mother, I did, loud and c
**** "London at last," Grace muttered; they had barely made it to the airport on time, thanks to Diana, who overslept. "Alright, ladies, come this way," Secretary James said, addressing them. "Instead of the hotel, we will be using one of Mr. Creed’s villas; after all, it's going to be a three-week trip; so please behave yourselves and remember the rewards and promotions you will get after this business trip; it will depend on how well you perform. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir," they all chorused. Before dark, they arrived at the villa, and oh, what a villa! It was huge, with a grand fountain in the middle of the field and a swimming pool at the side of it—one they were told not to enter, by the way. Each of them was given a room, and Grace found herself close to the master bedroom. "Okay, here we are; take your time, rest, and prepare what needs to be prepared by morning; the real work starts," Mr. James said and left. Diana turned to Grace and said, "Is it just me or did
***Grace stormed angrily into the large dining hall, slamming the box onto the table with a loud thud. "Who the hell does he think he is? He's just my boss and nothing else—the nerve of that bastard."Observing her fury, Diana cautiously approached, continuing to distribute the contents of the box to the others. "What happened? You look mad.""Oh, I am beyond mad and furious. I could kill someone right now." She spat."Ah, do you mind holding that thought? We only have like half an hour to get the dining hall ready, after which you can kill anyone you want. What do you say?" Diana said, grinning, likely suppressing her curiosity."Fine, but I'll take two heads." Grace replied with a faded smile."Sure, I can't wait to see who." They hurriedly continued with their work.Meanwhile,Inside the master bedroom, Noah was fuming. "How dare she speak to me like that? I am Noah Creed. Nobody talks to me like that; nobody." He muttered angrily, throwing the suit on the bed.Yet, he couldn't he