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𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓‌:

       being an actress, it was an easy task to mask her triumphant smile, but the gleam in her eyes was something she could not veil any longer as soon as she came to the realisation that victoire knew. how delicious, she thought. “no i’m afraid,” she sighed. “you see, i wasn’t the one doing the eating.”  she smiled in a way that was sickeningly saccharine. 

       at that, she lets out a laugh. a real, boisterous laugh. she doesn’t believe ariel, but there’s a nagging feeling that she might be telling the truth. she would probably never know the answer and vic thought there was no point in dwelling on it. she sips her mimosa between laughs, her hand gripping the table as she leaned forward. “that was a good one, ari, you got me there. how long did it take you to think of that? you must feel very clever, no?  you see, ariel, for a moment i was mad, but then i realized that if hector, or the grimaldi’s, truly gave two shits about you, you would be the one wearing the ring instead of me. you fit all the bills; pretty, rich, put-together. but alas!  here you are, nothing more than a warm place to put his cock.” 

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍

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𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒊‌:

          no more pretending. a good sentiment, sure, he could get behind that, but there was one major flaw: were he not to pretend, he didn’t quite know if there would be anything left of him. in fact, he was hard pressed to remember a time where his entire presence hadn’t been some carefully constructed image. not that he was about to admit that - that meant revealing things about his family, his childhood, the inner workings of being a grimaldi. things that would have made him appear vulnerable. so, in response, he just nods, mirroring her statement: “no more white lies.” a short pause. “i think there’s tea here somewhere —” truthfully, he doesn’t know. he’s hardly home. “do you want me to run the kettle?”

       she didn’t believe him one bit. vic couldn’t tell if it was her being paranoid, or because it was the truth. no matter what it was, she forced herself to believe him. there was no point in loosing sleep over something she would never truly have the answer to. instead, she lets out a soft laugh, her hand going down to grasp his as she walks towards the kitchen.  “i wouldn’t know, i have absolutely no idea where anything is―”  she opens up the pantry, “―except i do know where the popcorn is.”  she pulls out a bag and turns towards hector, a soft and hopeful grin on her face.  “what’s your favorite movie?  you know, i don’t even know that about you.”

#DOMESTIC #𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   julian wasn’t sure if it were better to hear the truth or be kept from it. although he was itching for more information, he was afraid he wouldn’t like her answers. if his assumptions were correct, vic was a young girl desperate for a lavish lifestyle who accepted the offer of marriage from the richest guy she could find. it would explain why she didn’t seem to care he was off with someone else, & why she was seeking to do the same. besides, julian was more focused on getting laid than he was understanding the intricate, complicated nature of someone else’s relationship. he smiles & leans in toward vic again. “ why me ? ” he asks in an attempt to stir the conversation in a different direction. “ you brought me over here for a reason, yeah ? just go ahead & say what we’re both thinking. ”

       a devilish smirk crosses her face as he leans in. she takes the liberty to lean closer too, red painted nails carding through his tousled brown hair. the air is thick, but no longer with tension, it’s hot and filled with lust as she looks at him through the neon lights. “and what are we both thinking?” she feigns innocence, but her smile differs. “that we should have my driver drive us around the city for a couple of hours, but not to window shop or people watch, oh no. we’ll be too preoccupied for that. maybe to see just why i brought you in here?”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓‌:

       “i’m so glad you came to brunch today,” she held up her cup of tea, with grace she blew off the steam emitting from it. “we haven’t seen each other in a while and i thought: wouldn’t it be splendid to catch up?” a smile so angelic graced her lips, it seemed like she was incapable of anything devious. @lyingmouths

       vic watched her in silence, only a smile gracing her features. how pretty, she thought, i wonder how she would look with claw marks across her face. the only reason she asked ariel to brunch was because she knew. that was the one good thing about her having an online presence: she saw everything. she saw her pretty little heel traveling up hector’s leg, saw her flirty smile. she saw them holding hands, them going into her apartment. her home. she kept the rage bottled up as she sipped her mimosa, a shake of her head following ariel’s sentence. “oh, i’m glad you came as well. i’d almost feared you wouldn’t, considering you might’ve already ate over at my apartment!” she laughed, a bitter and wicked sound.

#oh lord HERE WE GO #𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   “ thank you for recognizing that i live a pure, moral life, ” julian teases. “ most people don’t pick up on that. ” once the bottle was brought to their table, he didn’t have to be told twice. reaching for one of the glasses, he takes a few sips & glances around, wondering why he ended up here, with vic of all people. he wants answers, but he doesn’t want to push her buttons after their minor argument. as easily as she brought him in, julian was sure she could get him kicked out. besides, he almost felt bad for her. instead, he chooses to ask, “ if i’m not on your naughty list, then what list am i on ? ” 

       she could sense his sudden tenseness drawn from the big rock on her left hand. vic knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she had the upper hand. she was a rich french socialite with some online fame under her belt, as well as a future royal title. she was a catch and she knew it. a smirk drew the corners of her lips upward, glancing over her shoulder as she took a sip from her glass.  “i don’t know yet.” she answers, only a half truth, but she covers it up with a turn of her body and her eyes raking over julian once more. “i know you’re trying desperately to keep your mouth shut, and you’re doing a good job, but tell me... what are you dying to know.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   grabbing a shot off of the table, julian downs it. this has to be one of the most complicated situations he’s walked into, & he knows he won’t be able to get through it sober. he figured there had to be a catch that came with getting into one of the most popular clubs with a beautiful girl. “ alright, alright ―― i get it. my bad, ” he apologizes, his long frame leaning against the wall. “ look, i’m a fuckin’ dick. i acknowledge that. BUT i don’t wanna go around breaking up good relationships. since he treats you like shit, it changes things. ”

       a sigh escapes past vic’s lips as she runs a hand through her black curls, smoothing them back down as if he ruffled her feathers. “glad to know you’re an asshole with morals.” were it not for the playful smirk on her face, it couldn’t been taken seriously. she waves over one of the bottle girl’s and orders―something expensive, no doubt. and it’s only minutes before it’s taken over to the table with two glasses. “you’re not on my naughty list, don’t worry. drink up.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   it’s only been a matter of minutes, & vic has julian practically wrapped around her finger. his instincts cause him to lean in closer, leaving the tiniest of gaps between them. it isn’t until he feels the jewelry on her left hand scratch his cheek that he pulls away, his hand wrapping around hers. he steps back, pulling her left hand toward his eyes for further inspection. “ you’re engaged ? married ? ” he asks, his tone hostile. “ what are they gonna think about this ? huh ? ” julian had done a lot of messed up things throughout his life, but breaking up a relationship wasn’t one of them. 

       “engaged, married, what does it matter? same difference, same amount of commitment” or in vic’s case, lack of it. she expects his surprise, but the bite in his words make her snap her hand back. she looks him over once, brows drawing together in false wonder. “hmm, i don’t know, what would he think? i could call and ask if you’d like, but i’m not so sure he would answer. likely too busy fucking his little blonde whore or maybe combing through press trying to pay off anyone with information on them. the latter seems more likely to me.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   “ that’s good news. for a moment, i was worried that guy was your boyfriend. a bodyguard is far less intimidating, ” he jokes, a casual shrug of his shoulders following. environments like these were his favorite ―― dark, crowded, loud. it allowed for minimal conversation & excessive amounts of drinking & dancing. nobody cared for the time being; they all arrived to let loose & dedicate the next few hours to having a good time. julian wasn’t one for meaningful interactions. he hadn’t been in years. leaning toward her ear, he answers, “ i’m julian. thanks for saving my ass out there. ”

       her laugh could be taken as laughing along to his joke, but in actuality it’s the irony of the situation. here he was, afraid of a boyfriend when she had something far worse than that: a royal fiancé that couldn’t find it in himself to treat her with respect. the situation made a regretful smile cross her face, but only for a moment. instead, she focused on the feeling of his hot breath on her neck and in her ear.  “no need to thank me, love. and drinks are on me.”  she whispers into his ear, left hand on his cheek to draw him closer. she feels the heavy ring scratch on his stubble but it only eggs her on more. 

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒐‌:

   victoire st. augustin. the name wasn’t familiar to him in the slightest. with a name like that & a v.i.p spot at the club, julian knew she was somebody important ―― yet she was claiming to be with him. why ? despite his curiosity, he knew if he wanted inside he needed to keep his mouth shut & follow the stranger. “ now, if the two of us could get through, that’d be great. thanks, ” he grins, elated to finally get past security. he turns to the raven-haired girl, his hand extended with the intent to give hers a shake. out of the corner of his eye, he spots the man following behind her. hopefully, it was a bodyguard of some sorts & not an overprotective boyfriend. he decides to take the risk. “ can i buy you a drink ? ”

       she stifles a chuckle at his brazen words to the bouncer, a playful roll of her eyes following as she enters the club. it was dark, lit only by neon blazes of light, and the music was just loud enough to pump her body alongside her heart. the hand outstretched for a handshake catches vic off guard but after the initial wave of shock, she shakes it. one of the only useful things her father taught her was a good handshake. she watches as he eyes the bodyguard and another silver-bell giggle rolls out. “that’s alec. he’s my shadow, if you couldn’t tell.” she acknowledges his next question with a raise of her brow, not prompting any further answer as she leads him to her reserved table. “what’s your name?  i’m vic.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

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𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒊‌:

          ah, there it was. the conversation about their relationship. right on cue. truthfully, he never knew what to say when she brought it up for discussion — growing up under the constant scrutiny of the press and the public eye, he’d made the decision to keep his thoughts private. what the press didn’t know, they couldn’t print. but he supposed part of that had leaked into his personal life too, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to talk about emotions. not wanting to fight (they’ve been on their feet for fourteen hours and counting, he’s too drained), he gives her a short smile, followed by a scoff. “i’m afraid no matter how close we get, those functions will still drag on. it’s the law of the land.” tentatively, he takes her hand in his, thumb brushing against the stone on her engagement ring. “though, if my future wife says we should get to know each other better, then who am i to disagree? what do you have in mind, my love?”

       if vic were a fool she would’ve fallen for it. the smile just big enough that left you wanting more, the practiced gesture of rubbing a thumb across her knuckles―across the ring. even in the way he called her ‘my love’ felt off. everything he did had some sort of artificial tang to it that left vic’s spine stiff. instead of it making her run for the hills like it should have she welcomed it. he wasn’t the only one who grew up in an less than ideal household. the neglect and pressure were the same, yet they forged two different people. vic knew that under all the bravado he was good, or at least she made herself believe so. wiggling her hand out of his grasp, she placed it on his cheek.  “first step, no more pretending...at least when the press isn’t around. i want us to be real, hector. or as close as we can get to it. no more white lies.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

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imessage ↔️ vic

melissa: i am not a milf, considering no one seems to want to do the f part, so that is a lie.

melissa: what did he do... because we both know he did something.

vic: what about your WIFE??????? she definitely wants to do the f part

vic: as for him, idk someone just told me they saw him out with this girl

vic: a girl that i know

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂

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julian‌:

   “ c’mon, just let me in ! i’m sure you’ve got enough girls in there already, ” julian pleads, a couple of hundreds slipped through his fingers ―― it was just a small ‘ thank you ’ to the bouncer on the off chance he agreed to let julian inside. since he moved to london, getting into clubs hadn’t been a problem of his ( & he was usually alone, too. as always. ) tonight, however, was particularly difficult. more than ever, he needed to throw back a few drinks & force his racing thoughts to seize for the remainder of the night. he figures he’ll try once more, testing the patience of the larger man. “ you really won’t let me in through the fuckin’ doors ? ” @lyingmouths

       vic should’ve known better. she should’ve known that you don’t get to play princess and live happily ever after. she should’ve known that he would find solace in another person. despite all this, it still hurt her even though she wouldn’t admit it. she told herself that she just needed a stress-free night when she dragged her bodyguard alec along with her to her favorite night club, not that she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol. she was knee-deep in denial when she saw a fresh face pleading his case to the bouncer.  “if he can do it, so can i,” vic whispered only to herself. she came up behind him, alec a respectable yet noticeable distance away.  “he’s with me, no worries. i should be on there―victoire st. augustin” she chimed out in her french lilt.

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏

[lyingmouths-blog]

“Sometimes two people need to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.”

— Colleen Hoover, This Girl (via thoughtkick)

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

[lyingmouths-blog]

imessage ↔️ vic

melissa: i know bisexuals are a thing! she was not looking at me, she wanted that hot guy behind me...

melissa: i just thought that maybe someone would want to flirt with me again. i wouldn't have taken it further than that, i just... i don't know, i miss being attractive i suppose. ignore me.

melissa: what problems? what has he done now?

vic: UH SHUT UP?????? YOU'RE HOT???????

vic: i only wish to be as much of a milf as you

vic: but as for /him/ things just aren't going as well as i thought they would

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂

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hector‌:

          for the grimaldis, christmas was almost synonymous with public appearances. hardly a day went by where they didn’t have something seasonal on the programme - functions, dinners, concerts, mass. and for the most part, that responsibility extended to his fiancée to. after all, as his parents had so delicately put it, it would be in bad taste for her not to attend. and public appearances, in turn, meant pretending to be in love. which was probably why they were both so on edge tonight, the tension in the room as the door to their flat closed shut was almost palpable. “god, i thought that dinner would never end.”

@lyingmouths

       and vic thought her family’s event schedule was packed. being a future grimaldi required more work than being a st. augustin, and on top of that she were to act as if hector hung the moon. the two were unfamiliar and it showed in the way vic hesitated before kissing his cheek or holding his hand―hell, going anywhere near him. his sister mathilde, who vic often found comfort in, was nothing like him. perhaps for the better. 

       as the door shut to their place, vic felt the air thick with tension. she wanted it gone. it was an uninvited third guest that seemed to loom over them, and only then did vic do something to ward it off.  “you know we don’t have to be strangers, hector... maybe if we weren’t, those things wouldn’t feel so long.”

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

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imessage ↔️ vic

melissa: there is a really beautiful woman looking at me. 😻 i didn't know i still had it.

[ 2 minutes later ]

melissa: scratch that, this hot guy was sitting behind me. 😳 they've just exchanged numbers.

melissa: i feel great about myself again now. 😞

vic: bisexuals are a thing, mel

vic: oof, is it the wrong time to complain abt all my problems then?? :/

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂

[lyingmouths-blog]

#𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 » 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 #𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓