Exelle
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"Incy wincy spider went up the water spout," I sang as I watched the security guards dragging Hans down the corridor until they disappeared into the elevator. Fortunately, only his secretary witnessed his embarrassing moment.
I wondered what would have happened if I had exposed him in front of everyone. It would have been amusing.
"Down came the rain and washed the spider out..." Pierce continued the nursery rhyme I sang earlier while standing beside me, observing our little drama with Hans.
I glanced at him and couldn't help but smile. He caught me looking, but he didn't look away. At this moment, only the two of us remained on this entire floor.
"Are you referring to me as the rain?" I asked, leaning forward and maintaining eye contact. My smile persisted as he chuckled heartily.
Pierce is a man, but the word "man" in m
Third Person's PoV...*smack*The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire lobby, causing a few people walking by or going about their business to stop and gather around. Exelle raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold, aware she was responsible for the loud slap. The unfortunate recipient of her sharp 180° slap was none other than Rylie.'If you didn't come here and start this, you wouldn't have ended up embarrassed like this,' Exelle mused to herself. For her, Rylie wouldn't be pitied if she had just thought twice before acting. In their situation, Rylie was the pitiable one, not Exelle, especially since Rylie was a celebrity."Aren't you tired of attacking me to show off your lousy act?" Exelle hissed, adjusting her sling bag that had been slightly askew due to Rylie's abrupt grab earlier. She also smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes as she clicked her tongue, appearing as though she wasn't pleased with how things had turned out.'Stupid bitch,' Exelle cursed
Exelle I scanned the papers outlining the details of the ongoing project at EXellenne Royale. The estimated construction time was three and a half years.'Two or three years, I think,' I pondered before gently placing the document that had occupied my attention on the desk before me. I allowed my eyes to quietly traverse the contents before redirecting my focus to something new in my line of sight.Playing with the swivel chair beneath me, I cast a glance toward a bouquet of dahlias adorning the coffee table, centered amidst the sofa set. A bouquet comprised solely of dahlias. Their fragrance wafted through the air-conditioned office, akin to a stranger perched atop a table with flowers of contrasting hues."Betrayal."I moistened my lips, lifting myself off the seat and moving towards the flowers. One of the meanings associated with this particular bloom was betrayal. It seemed Alexis was subtly warning me about his next move. Though not conveyed verbally, its message was clear. Des
Exelle/XiellennaMy skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.Regret weighs heavily upon me as I trace the bruises with trembling fingers, each touch met with a sharp sting that resonates through my battered body. I cannot deny the truth any longer. I should have known better, anticipated the worsening of my situation. What began as being a mere punching bag for my husband, Hans, has escalated to a perilous point where my life hangs in the balance. And yet, even as he inflicts pain upon me, my body finds ways to numb itself, a self-preservation mechanism that shields me from the full extent of my suffering.To Hans, I am nothing mo
Exelle"Hey, it's not that difficult to say, 'thank you, my dear friend.' Can't you see how grateful you should be to have me here, helping you out?" I playfully teased Samara, who was on the other end of the phone call, requesting that I design a dress for her.I carefully added the final touch to her dress, drawing a large ribbon at the waistline, just as she had described. "Hey, Sam. My business revolves around constructing infrastructures and such, not designing dresses. Seriously? Asking me to create a dress for you? Oh well, here you go. I'll email you the pictures later since I'll be occupied with a board meeting," I spoke to her as if we were face-to-face. I could almost picture her smiling mischievously and letting out an eerie giggle.I often wondered how I ended up with a friend like her. She seemed eccentric and wild when she was around her family and me, but she appeared composed and proper in front of others. At times like this, I couldn't help but wonder if she was just
In the past three months, we successfully opened a new branch of EXiellene Royale on Jeju Island, South Korea, which has received a highly positive response from the people. Our top priority has always been to satisfy the needs and provide exceptional service to the tourists, customers, and visitors of EXiellene Royale. And we have accomplished just that by taking the risk of expanding from America to Asia. Standing before the others, I presented a graph showcasing the continuous increase in ratings of EX Royale in Jeju over the last three months. Their smiles widened as they witnessed the positive results of the risk we took the previous year."Congratulations, everyone! I've always believed that taking risks is not a bad thing at all. Therefore, our next plan is to build a new hotel and resort in the Philippines."They eagerly opened the folders that Audrey had distributed to them. "As you can see, and as we all know, the Philippines is renowned for its attractions that attract bot
Exelle"Hey," Jules greeted me with a warm smile as soon as her eyes met mine upon entering the grand entrance of the hall. Jules has been my friend since our high school days, and her creative talent as an interior designer always left me in awe.We shared a history, just like Sam, and she knew about the profound struggles I had faced in the past. Time seemed to have stood still for Jules; he still possessed that porcelain rosy skin and a perfectly slim physique, resembling a true deity. It was undeniable that he had inherited his mother's striking features, Aunt Juliean."Aunt Juliean! Oh my God, auntie. I missed you," I exclaimed playfully, embracing her tightly. She responded with a playful scowl, pinching my arm gently, causing me to retreat a step while laughter escaped my lips."What? Are you happy? Are you truly that happy, huh?" she teased, pinching me again. "I may resemble Mama, but I am even more beautiful. Care to laugh some more?""You're utterly crazy," I chuckled, play
Exelle"This is it," Jules proclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination. She summarized our detailed discussion about the renovation plans for the house, emphasizing our decision to transform it into an enchanting old Victorian style. It was as if she had captured my innermost desires and breathed life into them. This house, nestled in the serene countryside, would soon become a reflection of my personal taste and a testament to my love for the classic elegance of the past.But are you sure you want to go back to that house?" Milo suddenly asked.As Jules spoke, Milo's question interrupted the air, injecting a touch of uncertainty into the room. His curiosity was palpable, and I sensed a hidden concern beneath his words. Jules subtly nudged him, a silent indication to tread carefully.Caught off guard, I struggled to find the right words. Memories of the past surged within me, threatening to break the surface, but I was determined to keep them at bay. The ho
Exelle "You ruined my life, didn't you know that? So, I must ruin yours, too," he declared with a chilling intensity, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he forcefully dragged me through the front door and into the house. My body collided harshly with the unforgiving floor, leaving painful bruises on my skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my knee as it made contact with the hard surface. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought hard to hold them back, feeling utterly helpless in that moment. "Damn you, bitch! If it weren't for that fucking, worthless paper, I wouldn't have you as my useless wife!" His hand swung violently, striking my face and sending me stumbling to the floor. I struggled to rise, but the pain coursing through my body made it impossible. Every inch of me ached terribly. There were fleeting moments when I contemplated giving up, but a flicker of determination kept me going. Why am