"Felix?" "Yes, Father?" "Next week, you will be having your formal announcement for getting married with you wife, and... there are reporters, make sure not to get into trouble," his father uttered. "I know, father." In the dimly lit study of the Anderson residence, Eric leaned back in his leather chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he and Charlotte hatched their sinister plan. The room was filled with the scent of aged mahogany and the soft glow of antique lamps, casting an eerie ambiance over the scene. "So, Charlotte," Eric said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "we need to play this smart. We can't leave any room for mistakes. Once Marianne is out of the picture, Felix will come running back to me for support, and that business will be mine again." Charlotte, dressed impeccably in a sharp suit that mirrored Eric's ruthless demeanor, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Eric. We have to be strategic and discreet. We can't afford any slip-ups. What's our first move?" Eric
One month later... Everything went back to normal after what had happened. The chaotic events that had unfolded were now just a distant memory, fading like echoes in the wind. The company, once gripped by tension and fear, gradually resumed its usual rhythm. Felix had been announced as the official heir of the company, while Eric got his punishment for what he had done to the family's business and reputation. The crisp autumn air carried a sense of renewal as the town embraced the calm after the storm. Felix, now shouldering the responsibility of the family legacy, worked tirelessly to rebuild what had been tarnished. The townspeople watched with curiosity and respect as he navigated the challenges that came with his newfound role. Despite the trials, Felix managed to inject a fresh perspective into the company. He implemented ethical practices, fostering a more transparent and inclusive corporate culture. The employees, once skeptical, began to appreciate the positive changes. S
"Don't play with my emotions, Felix. I can't handle any more confusion and let's just stay what we really are."Felix noticed the change in Marianne's attitude after what had happened between. He knew that they're just doing business, but Marianne seems to develop some sort of real feelings towards him. As the day passed by, Marianne and Felix's relationship got even more apart. Marianne focused herself at work, to avoid any thoughts about Felix and her feelings. She always stay late, just to entertain herself with some other stuff that can make her feel fine. As she glanced at the clock, it was already pass 7 pm. The office was nearly deserted, with only the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city filtering through the windows. Marianne sighed, realizing that she had been avoiding the inevitable confrontation with Felix. The unresolved tension between them hung in the air like an unspoken truth.Felix, on the other hand, sat at his desk, staring at the comput
The next morning, Marianne felt the heaviness on her head. She gently massages her head as she slowly got up from her bed. As the past events came back to her, her eyes widened, thinking about that night she shared with Felix. "Wait... was that real? Or a dream?" she asked herself, and then she looked at her body. She found that she was wearing another dress. Marianne's heart raced as she looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The familiar surroundings of her bedroom offered no immediate answers. She felt a mix of confusion and disbelief, wondering if what had transpired between her and Felix was indeed real or just a product of her imagination. As she was about to walked towards the door, the door creaked opened, and her eyes widened. "Oh my! You startled me," she uttered in shock. Felix, on the other hand, stared at her with confusion. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? You get drunk last night-" "I know," she cutted his sentence. "
The rhythmic sound of crashing waves provided a comforting backdrop as Marianne strolled along the shore, the golden hues of the sunset reflecting on the water. The beach held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary where the vastness of the ocean seemed to absorb her worries and grief. As Marianne walked, she couldn't help but recall the countless childhood memories spent with her father by the sea. He used to build sandcastles with her, teach her how to skip stones, and share stories of his own youth. The beach, once a place of joy, now held bittersweet nostalgia. With each step, Marianne felt a subtle transformation within. The gentle lapping of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls created a soothing melody, inviting her to let go of the pain that clung to her heart. She found a secluded spot and settled down on the warm sand, staring out into the horizon. A soft breeze carried the scent of saltwater, and Marianne closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the
The warm water from the shower cascaded down, providing a momentary escape for Marianne. The rhythmic sound of the rain outside merged with the soothing flow, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Yet, beneath the surface calm, her thoughts swirled in a tempest of confusion. As Marianne emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, she found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the rain-kissed window. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, a subtle tension lingering in the air. Felix turned to her with a soft smile as she entered. "Feel better?" Marianne nodded, unable to decipher the myriad of emotions coursing through her. The intimate setting, coupled with Felix's unexpected playfulness, left her feeling both vulnerable and intrigued. Felix stood up, gesturing towards the bed. "Here are some clothes I bought earlier, get changed." he said and then he walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. Marianne, still wrapped in the towel, watched Felix disapp
Marianne's eyes widened in astonishment at Felix's unexpected declaration. The word "wife" hung in the air, and she felt a mix of confusion and surprise. The intensity of Felix's gaze and the firm grip on her hands sent a subtle message—a message that went beyond the facade they had crafted for the evening. Emily's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered, her eyes flickering between Felix and Marianne. "Oh, I didn't know. Congratulations," she said, her tone carrying a hint of forced enthusiasm. Felix nodded, acknowledging Emily's words, though his eyes never left Marianne's. The air in the restaurant had shifted once again, and Marianne couldn't quite decipher the emotions playing across Felix's face. "Thank you," Felix replied, his voice steady. Emily, sensing the change in dynamics, excused herself gracefully, mentioning something about needing to catch up with other friends in town. Marianne secretly smiled as she knew that Emily just embarrassed herself in front of t
She could see how Marianne was hurting despite the fact that their relationship is built by an agreement. She knew that Marianne is doing all of those things for her mother's medication and for them to survive. Ethel knew that her friend is willing to do everything for her mother.Ethel smiled, her eyes filled with empathy. "That's the spirit, Marianne. You deserve someone who sees you for more than just a part of an agreement. Focus on yourself, on your dreams and aspirations. And remember, I'm here for you whenever you need to talk."As days turned into weeks, Marianne tried to distance herself emotionally from the complexities of her relationship with Felix. She threw herself into work, finding solace in the familiar routines and goals she had set for herself. The city's hustle and bustle provided a distraction, a way for her to keep moving forward."Marianne?" Felix called her and then she went straight to his office. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" she asked. Felix raised his head and loo