Nobela ni Riyahsecret

The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting a soft gold hue across the marble floors and velvet drapes. The skyline shimmered in the distance, blurred by the rising heat of the early sun.I stirred beneath my cream silk sheets, my lashes fluttering open with the slow grace of someone who had mastered control even in her sleep.I then went straight to my kitchen to get myself a coffee.I poured my coffee into a crystal mug, no sugar, no cream. Just the way I liked my mornings: bitter and honest.With one hand cradling the warmth of my drink, I walked over to my glass dining table where my sleek leather folder lay, inside it…is the CV I prepared last night.I sat down, legs crossed, coffee in hand, and flipped the folder open.Every line of the document was pristine. My credentials were flawless and top class. I read through it bodly than ever , admiring how good I am .As I sat there admiring my handwork and finishing the last sip of my bitter

The chill in the evening air didn’t bother me. Not half as much as the frost now running through my veins.Rueben kept shouting my name behind me, but each step I took away from the arcade was like a nail sealing his coffin. I didn’t look back, not once. Not even when I heard his footsteps rushing behind me, desperate and pathetic.I got into my car, slammed the door with such force that my diamond waist chain rattled under my crop top, and inhaled deeply. My fingers clenched around the steering wheel.It wasn’t just betrayal I tasted anymore,It was blood.Mine…and soon theirs .I looked into the rearview mirror. My lip gloss was still intact, my eyeliner winged to perfection. I didn’t look like a broken woman.I looked like a storm waiting to happen.“Lovia Diaz,” I whispered to myself. “They want a villain? I’ll show them one.”I exhaled deeply and drove off .. In the middle of the highway I received a text from Rueben, it says..“Lovia, it's not what you think …I actually thought

After having a blast with Rueben last night, I decided to go for yoga class to realese stress. At the Ladies yoga restroom I met Isabella . An old friend of mine from college.I was surprised at first and not sure if I was seeing stuff right . Then I went closer to her side and whispered lightly almost like a question.“Isabella?..“She turned slowly and the moment she saw me , her eyes lighted up with delightfulness and screamed,“Lovia!…”We both laughed and hugged each other joyfully. Isabella was almost like a sister to me, but we got separated when she moved abroad after college . We asked each other what was going on in our lives and spent the whole day at the yoga class talking about ourselves.That's when I found out something more delicious. Isabella is now the fiance of the great Alexander McQueen, one of the leaders of the YBA billionaire circle.“ Wow, the universe never seize to amaze me..“ I thought, he brought just a perfect pawn that can lead me into that circle.“Sorr

I slid into the booth beside him, my thigh brushing against his. He smelled like expensive cologne and bad decisions.“You’re late,” he said, tilting his sunglasses down to reveal eyes that were far too calm for a man standing on a landmine.“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” I replied with a smile, sipping from his glass without asking. “Let’s skip the small talk. You didn’t call me to reminisce about old times, Did you? ”He leaned in, lips near my ear. “No. I called because I want the truth, about you and Alejandro.”he whispered.I turned my head, our faces inches apart. “And what makes you think I’ll tell you anything?” I whispered back , bitting back a smile from forming on my lips.“Because I know you,” he said, voice low and hungry. “You like being heard… but you love being seen.”I smilled finally eyes never leaving his, Touché.The conversation twisted from questions about the past, to flirtation wrapped in veiled accusations. He tried to act like a man with a mission. But I

The next morning , I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my walk in closet, my gaze cold but calm. Today wasn’t just any special day, it's the day Clarissa will have a little taste of her own medicine.And for that, I needed my armor.I reached for my favorite outfit, a beautiful black crimson dress. It was a dress that whispered class but screamed vengeance if you looked closely enough. I smoothed it down my hips, savoring the way it made me feel — untouchable, divine, and above all, in control.I paired it with my black stiletto heels — the ones Clarissa had once envied. Not forgetting my shades. Today's weather match perfectly with my mood, bright and sunny.“Oh, what a wonderful day to spoil someone's mood.“ I murmured to myself as I stepped out of my room. Yesterday's video had already been sent to Clarissa’s sister. Today was their family union—the perfect setting for chaos.The moment I stepped onto the Dawsons’ estate, I could smell the drama in the air like perfume.

“Do you think this is a bad idea? I whispered, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. He stared at me, unsure of how to answer me.“Because I promise you Kiran, it is ..but you're going to feel so fucking good.“ I uttered , my hands sliding to his chest.In one movement, he gripped my waist and spun me around, pinning me against the cold glass wall of his office.Rome's skyline twinkled behind us, but his gaze was locked entirely on me, pupils dark and wild."Let see how far you can go to make me feel good …I dare you?" he murmured, voice low, husky."Pleasure all mine." I responded,I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. Our bodies collided, breath mingling, heat rising between us like a slow-burning fire.His mouth crashed onto mine and I welcomed it, biting down gently on his lower lip as my hands slipped beneath his suit jacket.I pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop carelessly onto the floor. Buttons followed.Shirts parted. "Strip for me," I breathed, stepping back, enjoy