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
" Yesterday, in the bar." He reminded, almost casually, and pieces started clicking together. The last thing I remembered was when I went to a hotel after my conversation with Aunt Rosa. After the betrayal and the success, I just wanted to celebrate, and after paying for my room, I headed to t
Yara. It was a dream, the most crazy dream I had ever had. I was all naughty, a side of me that obviously never existed in reality. He was hot and charming but with a cold aura oozing from his entire being. With just his looks, he was the likes that commanded respect, even without trying.
Her eyes were flickering with mischief as she assessed him, more like she wanted to touch the fire despite knowing fully well that she could get burnt. " Hi there. You look pleasing to the eyes. " She whispered, her speech slurred. " My life has been boring for the past few days. I was craving
Third Person... In the huge bar, she stood out, her small frame shaking as she dawned in, shot after shot of whatever the waiter was pouring into her glass. Her silky black hair was tied into a messy bun, just above her head, and her skin was flushed pink, an effect of taking strong drinks. O