Charlotte Hayes’ POV A talk show—I have attended lots of talk shows before, and I can’t deny that those small funny talks actually gave me a sense of Euphoria. But a talk show hosted by a former model? It piqued my interest just by thinking about it. It was around two in the afternoon when I finished taking a refreshing shower with Damien. Not only did he make me wear a matching outfit with his, he also made sure I wore the same alluring perfume as his. “I wonder what Jake is up to now… he’s oddly being quiet,” I mumbled into thin air. “Are you really thinking of another man when you’re literally with me?” Damien asks out of blue, as he was fixing his neck tie.I sighed, and went closer to him, as my heels made a clack sound. “Seriously…” I grabbed his neck tie and fixed it on my own. “I just wanted to know how he’s doing.” Damien sulked, as he gave me a peck on my cheek whilst I was fixing his tie. “Oh dear…” I chuckled with a smile. “Anyways… my manager messaged me in regards to th

Jake Hayes’ POV“Well, if you pay more heed to what you said, you’ll realize that your words were wrong. But did you?” Charlotte Hayes said—it’s been a while since we last met, but it appears as she’s been having fun without me. At the very beginning, you kneeled down to the ground, pleading your loyalty towards me like a dog, but considering how you didn’t even show up your face at home, it seems to me that you have lost your mind during your time with that b*stard.Thanks to him, the film’s crew started gossiping behind my back, spreading how I lost it during the shoot. Some stories were even exaggerated such as me hitting the director and stuff. But I couldn’t let it pass that way. Thanks to her mother’s foolish decision to invite me on this talk show, I am now given a chance to talk to you and humiliate you in front of millions of people. But then… Charlotte looks at me with a malicious grin, as she waits upon my response. I irked, and I could barely stop myself from pulling her h

Charlotte Hayes’ POV"D-Damien, this is not the time to be h*rny!" I yelled, pushing Damien away with all of my strength. “Ah! I’m sorry,” I said as I went closer to him, “Did that hurt?” All of the sudden, Damien grabs my arm, pulling me to his embrace. “It seems like my baby started to rebel against me. I’m guessing it's time for me to buy my kitten a collar, no?” He asked with a grin. I was extremely flustered at this point. “Geez!” I exclaimed, covering my face with both of my palms, expressing embarrassment. Damien started to sniff my neck, as he continued to pull me closer towards the rough, bulky surface of his body. “Hnng… Damien—""Didn’t I tell you to call me using nicknames?” He asked with a glare, as he continued to savor my soft pale skin. “D-Daddy!” I called out to him, gasping for air. The room was hot and suffocating, and Damien’s breath against my neck is the only thing that’s cooling my body. Damien grins, “Yes, princess?” He asked with a tempting look. “C-Can we co

Charlotte Hayes'"Is that so?" My mother said, looking at me with eyes filled with no emotions. My small heart was beating fast, as if I'm being chased by a beast. There was silence in the air, not until it was broken down the moment my mother yawned. Ophelia stretched her arms, and said in a sleepy voice, "Anyway! Let's leave the matter for another day. I'm quite tired."I nodded, and said as I scratched the back of my neck, "Okay mom. Good night…" My mother went towards the guest room, and before she could close the door shut, she bid me, "sweet dreams," with that innocent smile of hers.I immediately went to another separate room, and locked the doors shut. "I can't guarantee my safety even in my house.. gees.. the only place where safety is within is.. when he's there." All of the sudden, my face blushes red. I was embarrassed now that he's in my mind."I can't believe this.. what exactly have I said?" I slapped my cheeks. Now that he's on my mind, it's hard to get him out of it.

Ophelia Maine's POVOphelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter."Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.My eyes widened, and I was in awe of her inquiry. I chuckled and replied with a smile on my face, "Darling.. Mommy craves attention because she lacked attention in the first place."I looked at the floor, and started to reminisce about those old times when I was just a child, when I was still residing at my parents' abode."My father was a drunkard that always fought with my mother.. and my mother was obsessed with gambling so much that we had a lot of debt piled up. They didn't love ea