Milady

Charlotte Hayes’ POV Warning: Abuse They say that marriage is a happy ending to everyone's life. However, not all fairy tales end happily. The crowd's attention was drawn to me as the pressure began to bind me. "Charlotte Hayes! You've been married for nearly two years! Do you have any comments about your husband?" I was hesitant to answer the question. But it didn't take long for me to put a faint smile on my face and say, "My husband and I continue to fall in love with each other as another day passes; words cannot express how grateful I am to have such a wonderful husband." And, as usual, the journalists would be captivated whenever I mentioned 'him.' But I'm not. I'm sick and tired of explaining the same thing over and over when it's obvious that those explanations are lies. Abuse and misery lurk behind those lights, cameras, and actions. "Have you gone insane?! Why did you hesitate to respond to the f*cking question?! What if they are skeptical of us?!!" Bruises on my face as m

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

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' 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

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