****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
** Grace found a perfect place behind the main bedroom to take a breather. With a chair, a bottle of wine, and some delicious dessert; she sat down. What a magnificent, well-built balcony. Appreciating the view, Grace muttered, “It must be nice to be rich,” “You think so?” Noah emerged from the side of his room, which, by the way, was closer to the balcony. As he watched her jump, almost knocking down the table, he chuckled and held onto it. "Wow... calms down; I'm not going to eat you. Well, not like this." He said, almost to himself. Grace cursed with a low voice as she felt her heart racing. It hadn't even been a day since that stupid incident, and now he thought sneaking up on her was okay. Forgetting that this place was close to the main bedroom, she asked in a not-so-respectful way, "Why are you here, sir? This is my place of tranquility, boss or no boss; I'm not leaving." Noah stared at the lady with pink lips. "What do you mean? This is my room's balcony," he replied. "W