Violet's POV
"That's the last of my things," With that, I zipped up my suitcase and the butler carried it downstairs, today I was finally leaving for Paris and I wouldn't be back until a week which was a relief as I had appointed my substitute behind me and I hadn't take a break from work in about a year as I was continuously on the go. My parents were sitting in the lounge, probably reading a newspaper or something, when I came downstairs, they looked at me. There was a smile on my Father's face, "I am so proud that our daughter is representing us at such a large forum." I half heartedly grinned, "Me too." Mother also patted me on the back, "Have a safe flight then, keep calling and updating us about how it's going." I nodded, "I sure will." With that, I sat in my car and the driver drove me off to the private hangar, but I wanted to go by a normal flight but my parents kept saying that it wasn't safe; in about an hour, we reached there. There was a whole staff standing there, a bunch of air hostesses, chef and two pilots, I greeted them in response and they led me inside where my seat was. "Madam, here is your seat, please fasten your seatbelt." I smiled, "Thank you so much." Even though there were so many people present there, it still felt like I was alone so I put on my AirPods and listened to some really upbeat songs but due to the lack of happiness and mood, I fell a sleep in between as the plane soared in the sky.
In a few hours, I opened my eyes to see that there was a lot of hustle and bustle around me, "Ma'am we'll be landing in about 15 minutes, so please be prepared." I nodded my head as I rubbed my eyes, unable to form a sentence due to my drowsiness. "Thank you, could I get a glass of water?" The air hostesses handed me a glass and I downed it in one second as I could barely survive the thirst. The plane touched down and I unfastened my seatbelt; sudden fear rose up in my throat as I remembered that I was here alone and I had the difficult responsibility of socializing with rich douchebags and I was seriously in a bad mental state. I sort of had a pre-divorce with my so-called husband and I should feel liberated but I felt trapped, like no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to get out of this circle. Whenever I thought of Reed, my breath hitched because I felt like a traitor, who had promised a contract but broke it; however, it was not my fault since I only wanted to do something that anybody with common sense would do, let go of something that harmed them, like a drug. Reed undoubtedly was a drug, an addictive yet harmful drug, a complex character who slowly unravelled with time. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I remembered that time when he was about to kiss me that day, would things be any different between us? How would it feel anyways? Should I have let it happen? The answer always came out to be, no.
"Ma'am the car is ready, you'll be taken to the hotel from here." I got out of my daze and climbed down the stairs, seeing an Audi waiting for me. The driver opened the door for me and we drove off, I opened my phone and signed into the car wifi and saw a ton of messages, mostly from my parents and an unknown number, who also messaged me. After much investigation, I found out that it was the company's regional manager in France, whose name was Haley. She would be waiting for me at the hotel and then I decided to call her. "Hello, is this Miss Haley speaking?" There was a lot of distortion from the other side, "Yes Ma'am, this is Haley Valderez, your parents have spoken to me about your visit, I am waiting in the hotel lobby." I replied, "Thank you so much Ms. Valderez, I am on my way." The noise grew louder and I decided to hang up as my ears would start bleeding. The streets of Paris were nothing less than heaven, bright city lights and a lot of people. How come this was my first time? Nobody ever told me that vacations were this fun and exciting, who could when I always wanted to be drowned in work? In about an hour, we reached the luxurious hotel that looked nothing less than a Victorian castle or the Versailles Castle. "This is it Ma'am." I paid the driver some money and the chauffer opened the door for me, "Bonjour madame, nous sommes si heureux de vous avoir ici." I had no idea what he was saying so unsuredly replied, "Merci." I walked in the lobby and I spotted a beautiful young woman, with blonde bangs in a leather jacket sitting on the chair. "Bonjour ma'am, welcome to Paris, I am your assistant for the business conference and as long as you stay here." I nodded, "Thank you so much Ms. Valderez." She waved her hand, "Please, call me Haley."
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It Wasn't Meant To Be
RomanceDr. Violet Carlot M.D is someone who would do just about anything for someone, be it the person who hurt her, married her and cheated but she knew that everything was temporary and would too pass away. After being forced into a marriage with billion...