I just notice that the stupid me overlook the way Rosalyn and Simone call Rohan. It should be Hansel, since he introduced himself as that! And so, I've done a couple of edits and waiting for my editors to approve the modification. I apologize for that.
Simone has been practicing her poses and runway walk for an hour. When she’s done, she turns towards him. She looks him up and down and beams, “Wow! It fits you so well!” Her eyes are twinkling with desire.“Thank you,” he curtly says. He just returned from the changing room and is ready to practice, same as her.“So hot,” she whispers which he answers with a heavy sigh. As time progresses, he finds it harder not to be affected by her teasing.“Come on now, don’t be so shy,” she says, her voice a purr of mischief and teasing.She moves towards him and interlaces her arms with his, their bodies only inches apart. Worse, she presses her chest against him.“Simone,” he starts. He takes Simone’s hand and says, “I don’t want to get into trouble, okay?”She pouts and moves closer still, her arm playfully brushing against his. “What’s wrong with colleagues linking arms?”“Nothing, as long as it’s not in the workplace,” he answers.“Why are you so afraid?” A faint smile appears on her lips. “
Rohan turns the corner of his lips upward when he reads the headlines. “Kendrick Walton denies Presidential Rumors.” ‘The idiots. Who would even vote for him? As a senator, he’s done nothing. They should have chosen a better puppet than this stupid man on drugs,’ Rohan thinks. The thought of someone like Kendrick Walton running for president is enough to make his stomach churn. And so, he places the newspaper underneath the coffee table before going to his room. At least, the rumors are false. It’s something to feel relieved about. Adding more power to the Waltons is not a beneficial development for his plans. However, after his shower, he sees Kendrick Walton being interviewed whose face is unsmiling and looks stupid. Rohan feels something inside him swell. He clenches his teeth, wanting to turn away, but he couldn’t. He stares at the image, feeling the rage he hasn’t felt for a long time. The interviewer is asking Kendrick’s opinion about the recent survey. It is about who will
“My girls are done with the weekend cleaning, Mr. Hansel.” Rohan looks at the voice and sees Tyrianne standing close to him. He didn’t even sense her. He places his pen down on the paper and looks up at her. “Okay. Thank you, Miss Tyrianne.” “Ahm, one thing, though,” she adds. “Miss Simone is complaining about her breakfast and is insisting on having Chef Nath resign.” “I will talk to her later,” he responds, but Tyrianne doesn’t move. “What else, Miss Tyrianne?” “Do you need a replacement for your television? I’ve seen the splintered remains of it.” Rohan squints at her. She’s being too talkative and nosy for his liking. “I don’t know. Besides, there are a couple of televisions in the house. I can just use any if I require it.” “Hmmm,” she mutters as she scrutinizes him. “Were you angry about something?” Rohan glares at her. “I am not angry.” “You are doing it again.” “Doing what again?” “Lo
Rohan steps into Rosalyn’s dressing room and freezes for a moment. The room is a flurry of colors and textures, with designer garments draped across the backs of velvet chairs, shoes arranged in neat little rows on the floor, and bags of accessories piled high in the corner.He takes it all in. They are now in Paris for the show, and as Rosalyn warned him, she is swamped, but it is perfect for his other plans–which are all set to destroy her life.And so, he stands by the doorway, admiring the chaos with a calmness that belied the things he’d prepared earlier. Rosalyn senses him, and she smiles—a bright smile. And sometimes, he wonders if she really is in love with him and not just lust. It doesn’t matter, though. He only approached her for revenge.“Hansel!” he greets. She opens her arms to him, and he walks towards her, kissing her cheeks. “After this, we can have a world of our own,” she whispers.Pulling back, she asks, “What do you think?”Rohan looks at her while she slowly runs
Rohan stands at the altar, calm and a little bit annoyed. When he was marrying Kyndra, his hands were trembling with excitement and anxiety. However, with Rosalyn, everything feels like a duty.He and Kyndra married in a small chapel on a small island, with the sun setting behind them and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It seems so magical, but perfect dreams like that are bound to be destroyed, and now he is marrying Rosalyn in a private garden with only a few colleagues from Rosalyn’s office.The fake priest starts talking. Rohan squeezes Rosalyn’s hand to make it seem as if they have a connection. It’s the same thing Kyndra had done for him to assure him. And so, they look at each other with bright smiles that seem like nothing will go wrong.Before long, the so-called Reverence is pronouncing them husband and wife. They are handed the marriage certificate—a fake document that will make their union seem official to Rosalyn.“Congratulations!” the priest says. “You tw
When they return to the country, Rohan knows something is different despite their usual routine. Rosalyn has a look of contentment, like how newlyweds should be. Only his is fake.On the morning after a night of their incessant lovemaking, Rosalyn sits on his lap and winds her arms around him.“Good morning,” she whispers, kissing him gently.“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he greets, placing his newspaper back on the table. “Had a pleasant sleep?”She nods. “Only… My body is aching because of the activities last night.”Rohan grins. “You don’t want it anymore?”“If it’s you, I will always want it.”And so, they kiss again, as if they still can’t get enough of each other. After a while, Rosalyn breaks the kiss.“Did you know that when we returned, I made you a partner for all my businesses and assets?”Rohan scowls at her, yet deep inside, all he can think of is, ‘Finally! That takes you so long!’“Shhh...” Rosalyn coaxes. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve been making me very happy,
Rohan watches with bated breath as the money transfers from Rosalyn’s account to his. He did not move everything, or else Rosalyn will suspect him immediately. It’s just a few thousand dollars every after a few days, until he wipes out her account. Yet, he feels a sense of victory as he takes another step in his revenge.After learning that Kendrick Walton is being slated to run for the top national position, he knows he needs to be faster. He closes the screen of his laptop. He has done his best to ensure that the transaction will be difficult to trace back to him. He plans to transfer the money without detection. Thankfully, she hasn’t asked for incriminating proof that he is, in fact, Hansel Crago.Rohan takes a deep breath. He has brought immense pleasure in enacting his revenge, but now it feels weird. He knows he is adamant about his plan and feels an exhilarating sense of power every time he succeeds in each step. Yet now, as he stares at the turned off laptop, he can feel his
Thankfully, nothing happened last night between him and Simone. After that second kiss, he pushed her sharply, and she almost fell on the bed. Rohan grins. He really is so close. This chapter of his life will soon end.Suddenly, he feels a presence of a stranger. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looks around. He’s in his living room, sitting on the couch.He looks up and sees a man standing in the open doorway. It’s a tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a neatly trimmed beard. He wears a long leather coat and a black hat. He smiles at Rohan and says, “Good evening. I have a message for you.”Rohan stares at the man in confusion. What message? Who is he? He has yet to learn who the man is and what he wants. Yet, he can’t stop a chill from running through him.Rohan sits up straight, preparing for danger. “What message?” he asks warily.The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper. “It’s from a mutual acquaintance,” he says.Rohan takes the paper