Nobela ni kamiyetomi02

Amber's POV.I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up. The morning slipped in so quickly. It was like a millisecond. I stared at the ceiling wishing that the night would be longer to at least give me time to breathe or just maybe everything that had happened was a dream. But reality doesn’t care about your step, especially not in Ravelle or when you’re summoned by Leon Viremont.I dragged myself out of the bed like a puppet who is being controlled with a remote, already tired of what the day has to offer. I got dressed and was preparing to step out of my room when I heard my name from down the hallway, sharp and loud. I could instantly guess it was my mother. She was probably coming to see what I was up to and of course, made sure I went to see Leon Viremont. She barged into my room, paused for a second and asked, “What are you wearing?” looking at me from head to toe.“And… What's wrong with my outfit?”“I'm sure you don't want to go visit a billionaire looking like

Leon's POV.I've never encountered a girl like her before. She is bold, clear, outspoken, and not to mention, elegant. Her actions caught my attention, something no one had ever done. I sat on the leather chair in my study, leaning back, reminiscing on the scene that had happened at the charity event. The way she stood her ground, fire in her eyes, her voice steady, chin lifted... It was the kind of moment that burned itself into memory. While I was at it, I heard a soft knock on my door. “Sir,” Darious said as he entered, “your mother is here to see you.” I instantly knew the reason for her visit. “Leon,” she called, walking in right after Darious gave a polite bow and made his way out, “the family dinner is tomorrow by 7pm. Make sure you come with Isabel so we can discuss the engagement plan there after.”Isabel Miller is the daughter of Owen Miller and the heiress to her father's multi-million dollar tech company. They believe pushing her to me will make Viremont Holdings stronge

Amber is still in disbelief. She collects the letter from Rina and reads it again. This time, aloud. “Your debt has been acquired by Leon Viremont. You're expected at 106 Vale Crescent in 48 hours. Come alone.” The note had no signature, just clear instruction. She still wasn't sure of what she had just read. “This must be a scam. Leon Viremont? The most influential and powerful billionaire in Ravelle? The heir of Viremont Holdings? What business does he have with me or my father's debt?” “Girl, this ain't no scam. It's a blessing in disguise!” Rina jumped. “This is Ravelle. Anything can happen. But, there must be a catch. You should find out what it is! And who knows, he may end up being your prince charming,” she giggled. “Rina, please.” Amber said as she pressed her lips together. “You play too much.” The door opened suddenly, “Enough of the chit chat. Break's over, get back to work, girls,” one of their colleagues interrupted. “Here we go again,” she sighed and rolled her

The alarm rang at exactly 6:00 in the morning. Disturbed by the sound, Amber grudgingly sat up on her bed, half awake, rubbing her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. She felt the pendant hanging around her neck. It was engraved with her father's initials.Her mind drifted back to him. He was hardworking and did everything he could to support the family. He showered her with love and treated her like a princess despite the struggle. She remembered how she insisted on going to the mall, which led to an accident causing her father’s death. She wished she had not forced him. She blames herself for his death and thought taking up the family’s responsibility would make her feel less guilty, but it was instead exhausting. “Is this ever going to end?” she thought to herself. She got up from the bed and prepared for the day’s activity. “Amber!”Her mother called from the living room. “Why isn’t breakfast ready yet!? Do you want to starve us again?” she yelled. She sighed, raising her head up whi

Every year in Ravelle, a charity event is held in the community with the purpose of supporting the underprivileged, but most of those who attended are dignitaries from different corners who came only to show off their wealth, network, or take photos. “Zara! Hurry, we're running late,” Amber's voice echoed along the hallway. “We don't want to miss the event, do we?” while looking at herself in the mirror. She wore a white silky-smooth dress, simple and elegant, her hair tied in a bun and used a red bold lipstick ‐ one she reserves for special occasions. “I'm coming!” Zara responded as she ran towards the door where Amber was standing waiting for her. “How do I look?” She twirled in her glittering black dress with silver straps. “You look like trouble, let's go,” Amber giggled as they both headed out while she locked the door from behind. As they arrived at the event, the view was breathtaking. “Wow…” Zara whispered with excitement, tilting her head around slowly, making sure t