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Julia stood in front of the standing mirror in her room. She couldn't bring herself to believe she was still the same Giulia, the only daughter of Bianchi. Adorned in a red long evening gown with a front slit and an open back, she marveled at the way it fitted her body. Her hair was left to flow, just as her boss preferred, and her face was made up softly to highlight her angelic features. Standing before the mirror, she pondered whether she was truly fitted for this kind of life. It suited her, but it was not her type. She had initially thought she would accompany him as his personal servant, just as he has told her, but that was no longer the case. She was going with him as his lady! “Girl, you look gorgeous!” Brittany exclaimed, after assisting her in putting on her stiletto heels, “I would die to have this body shape.” Julia only smiled. Of course, she had a very attractive shape. “Wow!” Brittany said, still taken aback by the woman standing in front of her. “Thank you f

Martin paced around his room, holding his envelope in hand. He smiled as he took another look at it.The senator had been kind enough to extend the invitation to him as well but it felt weird. What kind of stunt did the man intend to pull off? He questioned, in his mind.Last time he heard about the senator was when he broke off all ties with his father, blaming him and his mother for the tragic occurrence.As he placed the invitation on his bed, he grinned. No matter what, he had to take this invite positively and as an opportunity to secure a safe ground for himself. He knew there would be prominent men and women present, people who could help bring down his rival.At the thought of this, he nodded to himself. It was a brilliant move, which he had to carry out in secret. ***Julia heard a knock and got up to open it. “Hello lover girl,” Brittany said as she walked in.“Um hi,” Julia said as she stared at the lady in a sexy short gown, wondering

Donatello was in his room when he heard a knock. Quickly, he tucked the note under his pillow and stood up. “Come in,” he said.His aide, Marcello, entered and bowed. “Is there a problem?” he asked sternly.“No Boss,” Marcello said, then added, “I just received an invitation from Senator Vincenzo. He has invited you to his opening gala.” Marcello handed him the invitation. His boss quickly opened it and scrammed through the paper.“An opening gala?” “Yes, boss, and he has extended a special invitation for you to attend with your lady.” Marcello said.Don shot him an inquisitive look. Was his aide trying to mock him?“You’re dismissed.” Don said, waving him off.Marcello bowed and exited the room.After he left, Don looked at the invitation once more. The senator took his time to specifically invite him, even though he can not recall the last time he attended a gala or any party.“It appears that some friendships last after death,” he said to himself.Senator Vincenzo was one of h

Julia's heart thudded in her chest as her boss firmly gripped her wrist. He was staring at her with his eyes wide open. Soon, a tear escaped his tear gland and slipped out of his eyes. Julia watched in terror, unsure of what had gone wrong. It was the first time she had seen her boss tear up, and it bothered her. Then, as if in a bad dream, he closed his eyes and started shaking his head. As soon as she saw this, Julia took his hand and started to gently stroke it until he relaxed. Her mother taught her this technique, which she typically uses to help her relax whenever she is experiencing anxiety or a nightmare. Soon, he was back to normal and Julia watched him relax while gazing at his serene face. Who would have guessed that her tough boss could be so weak? When she was certain he would be okay, she decided to let go of him, but he refused. “Stay.” he muttered. So Julia curled up beside him, still shaking from fear. Was this right? Was she supposed to be so close to

Donatello arrived at the club and went straight to the bar stand where he sat down.“Good day boss,” the bartender bowed and handed him a pint of tequila, his usual order. He immediately gulped it down and requested for another one.His gaze roved around the building, which was bustling with people dancing and celebrating. Don smirked. He remembered starting the club from scratch to help him relax before deciding to open it to everyone.After three shots of tequilas, he felt someone tap him. He quickly turned around to face a beautiful brunette lady dressed in a mini skirt and bra-like top.She caressed his shoulders and whispered into his ears, “That man over there told me to come cheer you up.”He glanced towards Marcello who was seated at the other end of the room with three sexy ladies around him.“That son-of-a-bitch,” Don spat and gulped another glass.The lady who had been instructed to cheer him up continued to caress his shoulders before moving to his chest.All of a sudden,

Donatello stood on the rooftop, smoking his cigar and admiring the scenery below. He had intended to clear his mind, but it does not appear to be working.His thoughts drifted back to what his uncle had said. What did he mean when he stated that he would have to pay the price again?What was the price he was talking about? He pondered. Then he touched his stomach, where the scar was and suddenly felt a flash of memory. Was what happened before going to repeat itself?Back then he had suffered a tragedy which killed his mother, and one in which he barely survived. One thing he was made to believe was that it was just an accident but he knew deep inside him that it wasn't, something more dangerous was linked to it, and whatever it was was coming directly at him.After several hours of deliberation, he could not take it anymore and summoned Marcello.“You sent for me, boss?”“I need you to drive me to the club.”

Aria sat by her dressing table, applying her makeup when she heard a knock on the door.“Good morning ma'am,” Mr. Adrian said when she opened the door.“Good morning, Mr. Adrian,” Aria said back, then asked, “what brings you here this morning?”“Mr Blackwood would like to have breakfast with you,” he said.Damien? Breakfast?? Aria thought. It felt strange.What was he up to?“I will be down in a few minutes.” she said to him.“Alright ma'am,” Mr. Adrian said and bowed before leaving.A few minutes later, Aria descended down the stairs and into the dining hall. It is a dining room, but it is large enough to accommodate up to fifty people. In other words, it could be regarded as a banquet hall.When Aria entered the dining room, she noticed Damien seated at the head of the table. His back was straight and he was staring straight ahead, at nothing. Aria took a moment to marvel at his perfect side profile. She could not help but notice his nicely bridged nose and perfectly shaped lips.“

“Yes?” Aria stopped and turned.“I actually got–” then he paused and said, “nevermind. You can leave.”After she left, Mr. Adrian entered the office. When he noticed the flowers still sitting on the table, he knew what had happened.“Why didn't you tell me she had a bouquet in hand?” Damien asked with a cold tone.“I actually wanted to tell you, but you dismissed me quickly.” the aide answered.Damien slammed his palm against the table.“Fuck!” he exclaimed, “that Nicholas of a guy is gradually making me lose my patience!”“Do you want to do anything to him?” Mr. Adrian asked.Damien quickly raised his hand, “Let him be. I haven't gotten enough reason to clear him out.”“Yes sir,” he said, then pointing to the flower, he quickly added, “what do you suggest I do to the flower?”Damien looked at it and said, “Take it away, give it to your wife or whoever you deem fit. I don't want to see it here.”“Yes, sir!” his aide replied as he exited with the bouquet and a smile.

“Well, it appears that someone was not pleased to see you today.” Nicholas said as they strolled outside the building. Aria narrowed her brows, “Who?” “Mr. Lucas,” he answered, “Now seize being lovey-dovey and get back to work!” he mimicked. Aria laughed, “He sounded exactly like that.” Nicholas laughed as well. “So you are trying to tell me you guys don't know each other? I mean, I have a feeling something is going on between you two.” he said. “You don't believe me?” Aria asked. “I do, I really do, Aria.” “Thanks for the flowers anyways. I couldn't thank you earlier due to–” she paused, “–you know, that man.” she added, holding the flowers with her hands. “Yeah, right. I heard about your leg and I couldn't get through to you, so I had to at least show that I care by getting you this.” “That is so nice of you.” Aria replied with a smile. When she was about to go, he stood in front of her. “Would you mind accompanying me to the park this weekend? It would be a great time

Aria returned to work after several days of recuperation at home. She strode to her desk in her stilettos after greeting some coworkers who were concerned enough to inquire about her health.As she sat down, she realized she had not seen Nicholas. Unlike before, he would be one of the first to greet her.She looked around and even stood to check his desk, but he was not present. Where could he possibly be? She asked herself as she turned on her computer to start working.Suddenly, she felt someone tap her from behind. She abruptly turned to see Nicholas with his usual smiley face.“What are you hiding there?” she asked when she caught him concealing something behind his back.“Ta-da!” he exclaimed, presenting her with the bouquet of pink peonies he had gotten for her.Aria stared in amazement as she accepted the gift.“You got this for me?” she asked, despite knowing it was for her.Nicholas responded with a nod.“I hear you twisted your ankle; are you better now?” He inquired.“Of c

Aria's gaze was glued to her phone screen. Why was Nicholas calling? She wanted to pick it but couldn't.What if Damien finds out? So she ignored the call and placed her phone on her bedside table.Nicholas, in contrast to Damien, was completely different. She had come to adore his admirable personalities, but one thing she could not do was go against Damien or their signed agreement.Damien, on the other hand, is an arrogant and cold man, but somehow she finds herself quickly drawn to him. Was it the way he made her feel, or his physical attractiveness? Aria could not say; all she knew was that something about him drew her in, as if they were somehow connected.After hours of thinking, Aria decided that she needed to clear her thoughts. She walked out of her room and headed towards the rooftop where she believed she would be able to clear her mind.The late-night breeze brushed past her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she made her way to one corner of the place.But before

Aria walked carefully down the stairs into the living room after Damien had gone to his room.She was almost halfway through when Mr. Adrian noticed her and rushed to help her down.“Thank you,” she said when she finally got down.“May I ask when you need ma'am, you don't have to go through all this to get what you want.” he said to her.“I heard a shout from my room, so I came out to check,” she said, then looked towards her husband's room and asked, “Is he all right?”“Yes, ma'am,” the aide replied, glancing in the direction she was pointing.Aria said nothing but stared at him with a 'spill-it-all' expression.“Okay, he actually had a serious talk with his father over an important meeting he declined. My Blackwood was really angry.” he explained to her.“Mr. Damien would never decline business meetings; did something go wrong?” she inquired.“He had to cancel our planned trip for the aforementioned meeting in order to ensure your well-being.” Mr. Adrian elucidated.“What?!” she exc