"What lipstick are you using?" Damian inquired, his finger gently brushing Davina's lips, eradicating any remnants of his saliva. "The color hasn't even faded a bit.""Damian, we are in a public place," she whispered frantically, her panic and realization of their current surroundings setting in. Davina felt a surge of embarrassment as this was her first time engaging in public displays of affection like this.Quickly retreating to her seat, her face flushed with embarrassment, Davina couldn't help but feel surprised despite their history of kissing. It would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy it.He was teasingly chuckling at Davina's shy reaction. Davina resembled a teenager in love for the first time, momentarily forgetting they were approaching their thirties.Maggie arched both eyebrows, observing Marcel's sudden change in expression. She could sense an unsettling aura emanating from him as he forcefully sliced through the steak, venting his frustration. Marcel disliked witnessing
Marcel swung the apartment door open, inviting Maggie to step inside. Unbeknownst to her, this was not Marcel's dwelling but rather the extravagant penthouse belonging to Davina's apartment, now under Marcel's control.Maggie's eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight of the penthouse apartment. If she examined the interior more closely, it became evident that a woman resided there. Maggie scrutinized every corner, her attention captured by even the smallest of ornaments."Stop snooping around. There's nothing of interest here," Marcel remarked, his voice laced with irritation."I'm simply mesmerized by your luxurious abode. Are you renting?" Maggie asked, her gaze fixated on the colossal bookshelf before her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the array of captivating legal cases and thought-provoking social issues presented in the various books. A wry smile tugged at her lips as she noticed an award proudly displayed in the name of Davina Claire.Marcel poured himself a glass
After Davina returned from the restaurant, she found solace in the rooftop garden of the grand mansion, indulging in the provided snacks. Meanwhile, upon receiving a message from Maggie, Damian discreetly stashed his cell phone in the pocket of his pants."Davina, may I borrow your laptop for a moment? I have a small task that requires my attention. Nick took my office laptop while covering for me during my absence for a client meeting. I want to use your laptop as a secondary screen," Damian implored.Without needing Damian to elaborate, Davina readily offered her precious laptop to him without a hint of suspicion. "Feel free to use my laptop on the sofa. It doesn't have a password," she replied."In that case, I will focus on my work for a while. Feel free to reach out to me whenever you need me. I'll be in my workroom," Damian stated.Davina nodded briefly, understanding that she shouldn't disturb Damian as he labored. Damian made a pit stop in the bedroom before retreating to his
Damian entered the private room he had rented. Inside, Maggie sat at the dining table, indulging in her meal. The table was adorned with an assortment of food and alcohol."You're certainly enjoying your meal," Damian remarked.Maggie chewed her food and swallowed before responding. "At least you have the luxury of dining peacefully with your beautiful wife. Since morning, I haven't been able to eat properly."Damian chuckled. "Take your time. Order as much as you want. It's on me.""You should treat me, considering the amount of effort I put in today," Maggie grumbled before voraciously devouring a piece of sushi.Damian poured champagne into their glasses."Cheers to our best actress," Damian praised Maggie for her remarkable performance."I hope I never have to go through that again. I'm not interested," Maggie replied irritably, clinking her glass with Damian's.They toasted to the strength of their partnership. Damian breathed a sigh of relief after quickly finishing his glass of
Maggie let out a long, contemplative hum while savoring her dessert. "To be honest, as a woman, I truly admire Davina. There's an indescribable aura about her. She exudes beauty and charm. Even though her demeanor may not be the friendliest, it adds to her image as a girl boss. I appreciate Davina's strong character, probably honed through her profession as a lawyer. However, I also sense her sorrow, her loneliness, buried deep within her," she concluded, her voice tinged with empathy.Maggie let out a deep sigh before continuing her train of thought. "Even now, I can't wrap my head around that Davina and Camille are best friends. You've shown me much evidence, like the security footage of Camille slapping Davina. I swear, my hair stood on end when she yanked it. It's like they're two peas in a pod - a sociopathic man and a crazy woman. No wonder they get along so well."Damian smiled in response to Maggie's opinion and raised his glass in a toast to signify their agreement. "Seems li
Damian was on the verge of reaching for his fork when he caught the faint sound of his cell phone chiming, alerting him to a newly received text message. His brow furrowed as he glanced at the screen to read the message.Maggie: I thought Davina chose to marry you because she genuinely cared for you. I said this as a woman, and there’s a big chance she is falling in love with you. Will your vengeful plan still be necessary when love exists between you?In the next instant, Damien's phone vibrated with another incoming message.Maggie: I worry that someday you'll end up hurting her. Davina has endured immeasurable pain in the past, and I implore you to reconsider the intricacies of your plan so as not to inflict any more harm upon her. I cannot bear to witness her suffering once again.As Davina approached the dining room, Damian carefully set his phone on the table and eagerly tucked into his breakfast."Good morning," Davina greeted cheerfully as she entered the kitchen."Morning. Co
"Fuck!" exclaimed Camille in frustration as she entered her house. With a forceful slam, Camille vented her anger by tossing her belongings. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed several beer cans. Settling onto the sofa, Camille began to consume the contents of each can, hoping that the alcohol would ease the boiling anger within.Even after drinking five cans, Camille remained fully conscious, her mind still clear."Damn them. Marcel, Damian... heartless bastards! Did they honestly expect me to stand idly by as they betrayed and degraded me?" Camille exclaimed, her anger dissipating into exhaustion.How could they believe she would passively accept their betrayal and degradation? Energy depleted, Camille lost track of how many beer cans she consumed. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she longed to shatter the world and everything within it. She wanted to curse the universe for its creation of such wretched men like Marcel and Damian, who had poisoned her life.Finally, exhausted and defeated
Davina emerged from the client's house and spotted Damian's private driver patiently waiting for her. She rapped on the window, prompting the driver to roll it down."I apologize for keeping you waiting for such a long time. How about you grab lunch while I go with the client to investigate another location?" Davina suggested.This wasn't so much about the driver being burdened by waiting for his employer for hours, but rather the employer feeling burdened by being waited on. Since hiring a private driver, Davina felt less independent than before."I'm sorry, Ma'am, but Mr. Wilson instructed me not to let you go alone," the driver responded."Come on, I'm not going alone. I'll go with my client. I had initially planned to take the train since I knew this business trip would take a long. It feels unfair to make you wait in the car all day," Davina attempted to negotiate, though she knew it was unlikely to succeed.Damian's private driver, unlike Davina's own, rarely allowed negotiation