Emilia’s
It’s been days since the hot man who visited the Buenavista’s mansion wandered my mind. I don’t know him but he seems very familiar. I don’t know if I have seen him before, but I really hope not. It’s also been days since Cairo is been feeling unwell and uneasy. I don’t know if it’s the search for Lucille that bothered him or something else. We still continued to pretend that everything is okay in front of our families and I don’t know if I can keep up with all the dramas that has been happening.
“Do you think she’s still alive Emilia?” my best friend, Andreana asked as she sipped her hot tea. After that hectic engagement party, I have along with the Buenavista’s last night, I decided to cure my hang over by talking to her and her sister.
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CHAPTER 1 Flashing lights welcomed me as I walk towards the stage. My hips were swaying in every step while maintaining my shoulders at rest. I am just glad to be in this spotlight. Everybody is here to watch me. Even the highest paid actor is here almost drooling in my look. I catch his stare. I gave a seductive smile and look at him intently. His eyes were burning and so is my body. But before he can make a move, I took a step back and walk again towards the dressing area.
“What’s my schedule for today, Helene?” I yawned and squinting my eyes shut as the sun rays hit my face. I let out a groan when my assistant didn’t respond. The sun’s already up and here I am, just had a wild night. I remember taking body shots with random strangers. The After Party Show is really amazing. If can live like that forever, I will do it. I can even recall making out with one of my colleagues. Nevertheless, no one will know it. They are all wasted, just like me. And may my dreams be damned for I have nothing but a peaceful slumber. 
“Calm down, okay?” Helene whispered, comforting me. I was still crying. There’s just too much pain. I can’t even utter a word! I am too scared to look at my phone again. Knowing that the message is still there is enough to make my heart swell. How can they know about this? I did everything to hide this, but how? 
It's been week since I've receive the message. And I've already made up my mind to give the digging work to my investigator, who’s also a friend of mine. Meanwhile, I've been busy with my shoots and career. I tried my best not to overthink about the message. But there are times that I am spacing out. "Can Clint do this?" my stylist, Cruella, asked me. She's pouting her lips like she wants to kiss. Her right arm was angled and the back of her palm rested on her chin.&nbs
Chapter 5 Emilia’s Who is she to begin with? She is not a celebrity. She is not a politician. Never became a director!&n
Chapter 6Cairo’s“You can’t make me marry someone, Sullivan.” I smirked and throw a punch to his side. He kneeled on the ground, coughing. Good for him, he deserves it.“But it is stated in his will.”I stretch my neck and crack my knuckles, preparing to give him another blow.How can that man do that to me? He’s now six feet below the ground yet, he can still give me a headache. I thought I was his favorite grandchild?“I am telling the truth, Cairo,” he continued. “Please don’t do this or else-”I cut his words.“Or else? What? You’ll call the cops?” I laughed. Seeing him so pathe
Chapter 7 “Is she okay?” “Hush.” “I am asking you if she is okay.” “She’s not!” I opened my eyes due to the annoying voices I can here. “Can you please shut up?” I groaned and look at them one by one. I can smell the disinfectant and the chemicals around the air. White there are white painted walls and a big window on my right. “She’s awake!” Marco screamed. Wait? Marco? He’s here? How? Why? “Hurry call the doctor!” Helene immediately left the room to call a doctor. “Where am I?” I asked Marco, who’s on his knees praying to me like I was a saint. He kept muttering, ‘Thank God.’ And I don’t know why. “Marco Levin!” I called his attention. H
"I didn't expect you to agree to his offer, Lia." Marco, who's busy shuffling the music from my playlist, glanced at me with confusion. "What offer?" I asked. I tapped the steering wheel as the traffic didn't bother to move. It's been three hours since we left home to travel into that stupid town. "You know, going back to Seviwood," he sang. The traffic is annoying, but Marco is more annoying. If he didn't make a plea to my dad to let him attend the reunion, maybe I am alone in my car playing Taylor Swift's songs over and over again. Seviwood is an approximately five-hour drive from Esterlight, traffic excluded. Now we are