A WHITE LIMO stopped in front of the terminal building gate entrance, the newly polished car was wet from the heavy rain, yet it glimmers with the skies reflection against its hood and roof, highlighting more of its beauty.
Hillary walks her tired feet towards the car and her men do the necessary things for her as blocking her from the rain with umbrellas and placing her luggage inside the trunk of the car.
As she hops inside, the comforting scent of her favorite fabric condition evades her nostrils.
She was calmer now that her body was comforted by the mini heater beside her.
Mark Zheng closed the door seeing she was placed well and walks around the car to hop in from the other side.
Without paying much attention she didn’t notice the car started moving to the wide highway along with the other vehicles.
She’s here, again.
She still couldn’t believe she’s placing a foot inside the country she despises and cursed a few years ago
Been lazy for updates lately TT_TT motivate me~
As the limousine turned right, her chauffeur drove the car down the long road towards a famous residence where they will be arriving shortly. Hillary pinches the tip of her nose bridge in distress.The sound of rain against the roof of the car rang inside her ears. Her eyes fluttered open and surveyed the skyscraping-like buildings and the dark desolated alleys they passed.No wonder why the layout and expensive figure of the burgundy box in her hands looked very much familiar to her.One close look, she could already tell something was off.How could she possibly forget the majestic diamond dust and tiny gems attached around its silver shank? Her eyes feast at one of the rarest round diamonds at the center of the ring.‘Charlotte’s tears’ the legendary jewel whose famed existence started centuries ago that was passed on from one person to another as its value increased in the market.It's considered a sacred piece as its c
Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her. Hillary is well-known to have pushed her family's company rankings, where she managed to trample on two of the most influential 'Big five' after two years of her reign that's still a mystery to everyone. And so her title as the 'rising phoenix' begins. Inside the walls of the renowned Marquez's main mansion, a three years old boy was hidden from the prying eyes of the media. A boy whose eyes were like the deepest part of
It was another blissful afternoon in the neighborhood and a car can be seen with heavily tinted windows navigating through the main gate as the entrance towards the renowned Marquez mansion. The tall and lean men in black suits guarding the entrance didn't spare a glance at the familiar and already registered car as it drove past them and instead settled their eyes at the quiet and peaceful neighborhood while speaking to the other men in their earpiece who heavily monitored the actions of their surroundings, ready if there was any threat coming. Hidden from the curious eyes of the neighborhood of high and wealthy socialites, inside the car seating in the spacious backseat alone was a woman taking off her sunglasses, revealing the fury hidden in her monolid eyes. Her temperament against the dim light of the car was as pale but as elegant as the freshly bloomed white tulip flowers in the garden they had passed. The woman wipe off the heavy makeup on her
Ten meters away from the Marquez mansion is where the front garden rests, the blooming flowers were perfectly placed by rows and columns as they were molded into different shapes, yet creating an illusion of a plain snow field in a far distance, where barely a mistake of imperfection is impossible for a naked eye to spot.The flowers were radiant in the morning planted from the rich and fertilized soil imported from the Capital of Shangwei. The hot breeze, rustle and brush through the branches of the trees in the corner, causing the rotten leaves to fall and flew away in one direction. With the identical height of the pine trees, it covered and over towered the high fences as it gave off a masterpiece like the nature's fine artwork itself, its fine shadows blending through the scenery.The freshly bloomed white tulips blossomed without effort and the ends of its transparent petals stretched remarkably, lively and welcoming the fine weather in the morning as they glow u
Hearing the muffled sound of birds chirping outside, Hillary's eyes flutter open and a small head under her nose marveled her sight. A warm smile emerges from her lips as her nostrils welcomed the scent of lavender crisp from the baby shampoo he always uses.Her little prince had his arm wrap around her neck and his forehead pressed against her warm lips. His leg hovered around her waist, holding unto her firmly.Looks like someone had a goodnight sleep. She purses her lips, placing a soft kiss on his cold forehead as she pulls the covers from her waist upwards to cover them from the cold morning as the air conditioner was turned on. It always felt too cold for her to like and she's worried Kieran might as well feel the same.Upon sensing her move from his embrace, Kieran's lips thinned, wearing an upset expression with his eyes still shut close. He move his head away, only for him to nuzzle comfortably towards her neck, his grip had gotten tighter like a baby k
Kieran's veins pulse in displeasure. Time is gold, what in the world are they slacking for? "You heard my mother, now leave." He grits his teeth beneath his lips, impatiently, glaring towards a servant in front of him.The sight of his knitted brows paired with his calm and distant expression made the servant gulp her saliva again. "Right away." She immediately excuse herself. Why does it feel like she just received a threat? Was she going to get fired?Butler Yang sighs inside his head, surely the young maid was now flustered. He invites the upset child over to bath as the boy clearly values time the most and he definitely despises the idea of servants standing in one place with the heiress.His ears heard faint murmurs behind, causing him to look back, shushing the two disrespectful young maidens who remained in his side to assist the young boy as the other two prepared the heiress's bath and one was entrusted to pass the heiress's demand to the head che
The car moves in a slow and steady pace, stealing the attention of the onlookers and passersby before the chauffeur hit the brakes, causing the hallmark grey Bentley to stop. The eye catching car was parked at the closest slot near the entrance of the amusement park just as the recent car who occupied the space drove away, disappearing and blending with the other vehicles in the busy highway. Hillary turns her head to her side where her little boy is sitting. His mouth sealed from questions she has been expecting him to ask. It’s odd. He's been too formal and well behaved ever since they left the main gate. She’s lost at his absentminded state and strange silence. She had expected him to study the new environment foreign to his sight and fire away necessary questions like every curious child does. Right at this moment in the backseat beside her, secured in tight safety belts. Her little prince is currently reading an article of one of the business mag
“What’s wrong mother?” Kieran mumbles worriedly when he caught her staring at him.Hillary shakes her head, “Nothing.”Under the burning sun, two figures stood beside an extravagant car. A woman, with exquisite features one has never seen in the small City of Yuro and a child, owning such piercing and cold eyes that could be mistaken of a person who had lived longer than their forefathers and mothers.His frosty eyes had a story to tell of resentment and anger and every person who passed near them could not avoid but glance and settle their eyes on them with admiration as some threw envious gazes, but despite the difference of their judgments, one thought occupied all their heads 'they must be foreigners' as they have never seen such people carrying strong and prominent features around the city. Just one close look and they could distinguish the strong gene connection between the young lady and the child in her arms.The amus