Yara. It was around eight o'clock when I arrived at my destination. Passing a wad of cash to the cab driver, I took measured steps towards the entrance as the cold evening breeze fanned my skin. It was a big and luxurious hotel, a gentle whisper of money and class. In the past, I used to fe
" So, what do you think? You are still young. And with the company's backing, your future ahead is bright. " The same smile was etched on his lips as he went on, this time, not even bothering to be subtle with his threats. If the company can make you, it can also destroy you. That was what he was
Yara. "Money is not the problem here, Sir." " We can afford to pay, what matters is my Fiancée's happiness. " Firm and proud, his familiar voice rang out, each word piecing my heart in ways words couldn't explain. I had once been his entire world. Once upon a time, I was the only person i
Yara. It was a candle-lit dinner. It was the most peaceful and quiet dinner I had had so far. In the private room, our figures were evolved by the soft glow emitting from the faintly bright candles, and our shadows hoovered softly around us like secret companions. The mood felt right. The
Yara. " Yara? " My train of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice. It was Angel. In the past few days, I had been working with a very demanding client, she had a very peculiar taste and, should I say? a fantasy-like dream wedding gown. Well, regardless, despite how demanding it was, I
Yara. He was Bryce Hurt. Bryce hurt. The Hurts. The number one richest family in the capital. The real definition of money and power. In a place where the Hurts sat, the Fox couldn't even set foot at the door. They were worlds apart. He was the heir to the Hurts fortune. The youngest C