Surrender To Hidden Desires

to prove that he can buy out any woman with his

he didn't believe in. Morals were relative and susceptible to personal bias. Yet he was intrigued by her. Not because she had a beautiful face to look at. She was a nobody now – no worse than a nobody. She was a has-been. A pariah. An object for mockery. But even he could

should

finally cleaned herself, washed her hair, done a little run from her sitting room to the bedroom, and worn the outfit she found in the closet which sh

that they weren't taking any photos. They weren't even coming toward her, trying to get her to trip herself up in their microphones and cameras, they simply watched as she walked steadily – even though her heart was beating a million mi

past week had been the most hellish of her life. Maybe she would finally call her sister. Mabel had been blowing up her phone sinc

as going to marry Jacob. Mabel had seen him for the bullshit person he was and had tried to warn Rachel but at the

lowed. It was a cornucopia of high-rises brandishing various enterprises. She spotted her destination even before the taxi stopped. The roads were bustling with activities. It was past rush hour but the tr

ny of the people here were people she had once critically criticized when she was still the star of Celebrity,

few seconds admiring the sun glinting off the black glass windows of the 48-floor bui

s going to ask questions about how to see Mr. Madden but before s

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d enough to wake the dead. But even though workers who were milling around, filing away documents

h was more awkward than the taxi driver trying not to ask for her autograph. But if Rachel had

g early twenties-looking woman with silky black hair stood to greet her. She s

perfect, whoever is in charge of your wardrobe deserves a raise! Oh but the

ly apologetic about it Rachel couldn't help

red and dry. Did you watch that interview s

y rivals glow in the spotlight whil

Rachel was still standing waiting to be asked to sit. Loud Voice had quietly

apologized profusely, and went to the intercom. She blushed furiously as she listened to what w

you now," she said fi

er how to be courteous to visitors. But if there was one thing Rachel learned from the one-

d heavily in her chest and why not? The man behind the door was promising to help rebuild her life. But she wasn't new in this world, she

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me; journalism, she had been guests to high profile events, visiting the most exquisitely built houses, offices, hotels, you name it.

n she h