“I am hungry, big brother”. She suddenly turned to me and said, making me halt immediately before my body could hit her. Those soulless looks in her eyes always gave me the creeps. Up till now, I am still wondering how someone like her was an influencer. Her followers must be weirdos like she was. “Did you just come here to tell me that you are hungry? Didn't you eat at home before coming here? Is my penthouse some kind of restaurant where you can come and eat food?”. I asked her, expecting her to give me a reasonable reply or remain quiet as a normal human being. But could anyone believe that she faked a two second smile and nodded at me, thus directly answering my question and telling me that my penthouse was a restaurant for her. What did she take me for? A chef? A waiter?I sighed, before grabbing her hand and heading towards the exit door with her. I arrived in front of the door with her and opened it, but she? She forcefully made me let go of her hand and returned to my pe
Soren's pov, I tossed my cell phone on the sofa and went and stood in front of the transparent walls of my penthouse, staring outside. What I liked about staying at my penthouse rather than the mansion I recently bought was that the views of my penthouse were lively and enjoyable. But back at my mansion, it was boring as heck, because the surrounding lands meant to be occupied by the public were owned single handedly by me. That was the reason why I left my mansion and came here to my penthouse, because back there at my mansion, I was bored and had not stopped thinking about her. I had seen the news about Nathan Rodriguez that was soaring higher. He had been dismissed from his position as CEO of Glems' company, and now, the company's next owner was said to be Michael Rodriguez, the firstborn son of Mr Rodriguez and his late first wife, whose name had now been stated almost everywhere on the internet. Mrs Allison.I used to think that Mrs Cassandra was the one who gave birth to M
Cassandra’s pov, I remained sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in my right hand, and my left leg above my right leg as I watched the TV. That was the way I could pass time without disturbing my mind about that wicked woman who stormed into my son's wedding. A day that was supposed to be a happy day turned out to be a disaster. That so-called religious woman ruined everything for my family. And the pain she inflicted on me was yet to heal completely. The scar was gone, but the faint pain was still there. Each strike in the place she punched me reminded me of the hatred I had for her. I never liked her, you see. The only person I found reasonable in the Gael's family was Kai. It has been a while since I last saw him. He and my son became good friends, and that was strictly why I allowed him to stick close to my son. If not, I would never have allowed him to be close to my son. Averting my mind from thoughts concerning those evil families, I stared beside me on the sofa, an
After Michael left the ward, my Dad returned like a second later, and I turned away from him immediately because I did not want him to see my face. Both my eyes were filled with tears and were blurry and could not see things clearly, and my cheeks were soaking wet from the tears which had escaped from my eyes. I really did not want him to see how miserable I was.“What happened, sweetie? I saw Michael leaving. Joanne, are you alright? Look at me, dear”. My Daddy said to me, and I felt that he was standing behind me because of his strong presence which I sensed. “Dad, Michael does not want anything to do with me anymore. He does not want us to get back together”. I said to him, and the more I heard these words, reality continued to strike me and tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. I whimpered and covered my face using my palms. In all my life of being on earth, I have never felt this weak and helpless before. My Dad came and stood in front of me right away. I think the
I stood there staring at Michael. None of us were saying anything, and I don't think I want to be the one who started the conversation. Weird. But if it were two years ago and someone told me that looking into Michael’s eyes would make me feel small before him and intimidated, I would not believe it. Though I remembered how intimidating I was in his presence when I had not ever dated him before. But then it was different from now, because I feel more intimidated than ever right now. It must be because of the cruel words I had said to him on that day. So facing him presently was a difficult thing for me to do, and it felt like I was in a job interview, where the judges were giving me the judging looks. “Hey, Joanne”. Hearing his deep voice, hiccups came out of nowhere, and I had to cover my mouth and turn away from him. ‘This is so embarrassing!’. I thought to myself, and staring at the table where I had once put the lunchbox on top of it, I saw a covered transparent glass cup t
Joanne’s pov, I have searched every inch of my apartment, but my ID card was nowhere to be found. It was as if it disappeared into thin air. But how was that possible? One thing that I could be certain about myself was that I am not careless when it comes to safekeeping my stuff. So, where the heck did my ID card disappear to? I left my apartment and headed for the elevator quickly. Because even as I searched for my ID card, time was being ironic and did not wait for me. I said so because it felt like time went by quickly, and I had to stop searching for the ID card and was heading for the hospital to meet my Daddy. He must be hungry. I decided that after giving him his breakfast, I would continue to search for my ID card, or at least, think about the last place I saw it before it went missing in a blink of an eye. But what was there to think about when I knew exactly where I last kept it and also saw it? It was inside my handbag, and I was the one who put it in there myself