LOGIN“It’s been a while, I’m glad you came.”His lips form a small smile as he pour two glasses of rum for the both of us. He then sits down on the leather couch with his hand holding his glass.“Please, take yours.” He offers, gesturing his other hand to the other glass left on the round table in the middle of our seats.I simply shake my head, “No, thank you. I’m trying to quit alcohol.”He just smirks with his eyebrows drew together.“And by the way, I won’t be here for a while. So, might as well just tell me immediately what I came here for.”Right now, Keanu and I are inside of one the VIP rooms of the bar that he had chosen for us to meet. The bar is exclusive; high class and most of the people inside are billionaires, well-known figures, or politicians. It’s a nest for people who wants to have fun privately. What happens here won’t be out and known. They’re strict, and that’s what people like Keanu here loves.“Whoa, are you in a rush, dear cousin? Is there somewhere else you need t
“I only said all those things because I don't think he'll ever leave me alone.” I reply in my defense.To be honest, I still don't really remember cursing the f*ck out of Bryce. I don't remember all of that happening, but now, it's clear to me that this magazine I have now isn't the one that humiliated me back in the bookstore.“Oh, he won't. My instincts also tell me that he'll never leave you alone.” Kevin says with determination audible in his voice.I roll my eyes as if he can see me, “You're not helping.”A chuckle comes out of his mouth; teasing me. “I wasn't trying to help.”I sigh. I have nothing else to say. And because I do feel a little teased, I plan on hanging up on him without saying goodbye.“By the way, I already sent the amount of money you instructed me to transfer to Keanu's account.” His voice suddenly shifts into sounding serious. Kevin also doesn't like that my father has pressured me to give in to his orders. But he certainly understands that I have to. We both
After humiliating myself in that bookstore, I decided to hide myself from the limelight and not give anyone a single update about my life.I’m still so pissed off that I didn’t see what I recklessly grabbed from that bookstore before finally paying for it. All I remember is that it was facing down when I picked it up and brought it all the way to the cashier to check out.Right now, I’m sipping wine and attempting to read the magazine fore the very first time.It’s been a month, yet I didn’t dare to read the contents of the magazine. That’s how long I kept the magazine sealed which still makes me feel so embarrassed because why didn’t I just throw it away? But also, even imagining myself getting my hands on that thing makes me feel like I’m swallowing a big lump in my throat. It’s placed on a table in front of me, and it’s making me feel like Bryce is staring right at me through that front page.I convince myself again and again that no one is going to crucify me for what I am about
With every part of me being offended and mad, I climb inside my car as I immediately start the engine to leave this place.A billion dollars? My father wants me to help Keanu by lending him a billion dollars?Is he okay? A billion dollars is so much to ask for. If that's the case, I should be a business partner, rather than a generous cousin who's going to help him build his company, but won't be given credit.Hell, I'm not credit hungry. But do they actually think a simple ‘thank you’ would convince me that they're grateful for my supposed act of generosity?Oh, I can bet my whole life for I'm certain that they're just going to use me for my money. And they're asking it specifically from me because they know that I can't do anything about it if it's my father's command.They still see me as a weakling. A woman under the authority of a man; just because I don't want to be disowned and lose control of everything that I worked hard for.They know that within one snap of my father's fing
After I left the building, I went to my store to mingle with customers for some time. I have to show up more often now since I want to inform everyone about my brand expansion in Asia. I just want them to spread the word for me, and encourage other people to show their support even just on social media.It’s already a huge help, and I’m not even paying them any amount of money.“I’m on my way. It’ll only be a couple of minutes.” I say to my father over the phone.He demanded me to go to his mansion without telling me the reason why. I am currently driving while wishing in my head that I won’t be stuck in traffic.My father abruptly ends the phone call without a single last word uttered.What is going on with my old man? I’m not used to this version of him.He’s cold, but he’s not this cold before.“Fuck,” I cuss to myself when the car in front me stops because of the red light ahead.“It’s not even rush hour yet, but this is already happening.” I sigh; trying to calm myself.Should I
“Are you listening?”The moment that I hear Kevin’s voice, I am instantly pulled out of my reverie as I act being attentive to the meeting happening right now.It's about my jewelry brand's expansion in Asia.“Yeah, of course. I'm just trying to think of other possible factors.” I smile to hide the lie.I wasn't listening at all, but he seems to believe me when he nods with a small smile.I hope you're listening, Kevin. Because after this, I'm going to need you to retell me the details 'cause I'm not listening at all.My mind is too occupied with something else, and I know that I should've just rescheduled the meeting, but I'm overly excited about our launch next week.Finally! It took us 6 months of hard work to attempt entering the business borders of Asia. It was a tough patch, but I was persistent to push through. I have a strong good feeling about this and I just can't ignore that. It's going to be good for my brand and for my name.I've been praying for this to happen, and now,
The noise coming from my alarm clock invades both of my ears and it results in making me groan. I always forget to set my alarm clock to wake me up a little later than the usual time. And who else is here to blame? No one, but me. I used to get up very early and start my day energetically even befor
“You must be joking. You never owned a club.”Despite the strong punch of embarrassment I feel deep in my guts, I still force myself to play it cool.There's no way that Bryce will ever be allowed to witness me in my other versions. He's only allowed to witness the fierce version of me. The version of
“So, you're saying that you won't be able to hangout with us tonight?”I stare at my reflection on the mirror as my red sequin dress gleam in the sunlight from the window.My peripheral vision sees Liv pouting because of what I said. “It's not like I don't want to hangout with my friends. But you know
“Girl, your fit looks so cute!!! So fabulous!”“That's CEO Aurella Aglauros right there!”“Hermosa, hermosa, hermosa.”I dramatically roll my eyes as my loud friends step inside my jewelry store. I was talking to a customer interested to buy a gold necklace until they decided to interrupt my mediocre c







