Masuk
Carmine’s POV
“Working again? It’s already late, you know. You should at least know how to take some rest,” my childhood best friend, Kyle Sterling said to me over the phone.
I didn’t take my eyes off my laptop as I answered him, “I don’t have time to rest when our company is clearly going down. I have to work extra hard so grandpa would be proud of me and assign me as the new director of Clarke Financial Group.”
“I mean, you are the only grandchild he has so of course, you’re the only option.”
“Not really. You know my cousin Portia right? I heard she’s also working extra just so she could be the next director of the company. It’s not like I will let her do that. I didn’t study hard and worked my ass of all my life just so she could steal my dream like that.”
Kyle chuckled, “That’s the Carmine I know. You don’t really know how to give up.”
“Of course. I would rather die than lose that position. I will do everything for the company.”
“Right. That’s the Carmine Clarke I know.”
After finishing all the tasks that I have to do, I finally decided to leave the company building. It was already past twelve midnight and I could feel my whole body aching probably from overworking myself again.
When I got home, I decided to just cook some instant noodles and fried egg for dinner before going to bed as what I usually do. I moved out from my parents’ house when I graduated in college and started working as the vice president of our company. My grandpa assigned me as the vice president simply because he knew I would do well and so did I. Our company has a good reputation when it comes to business world. We became one of the most successful companies in the world not until an ultimate business competitor of us started taking all of our investors and stakeholders.
I was just about to close my eyes when I suddenly received a call from my mom.
“Hello, Mom?”
“Carmine, someone told me you just left the company building. Have you had dinner already?”
“Yes, I’m now on my bed.”
I heard my mom heave a deep sigh over the phone before speaking again, “Carmine, I know how much you care about our family company, but you should also love yourself. You’re already twenty-five, you’re not getting any younger sweetheart.”
“I know that, mom. I’m not getting any younger that’s why I have to do everything for the company. You also know that it’s my biggest dream, right? I know where this is going again. You’re going to ask me when I will be getting married, right?”
“You are our only daughter, so what would you expect? I still want to see my grandchildren grow up. Also, I want you to find a man who will take care of you and love you until you grow old.”
“Mom, I can take care of myself. I don’t need any other person to take care of me when I grow old.”
“But if you keep on skipping meals and deprive yourself from sleep, then I don’t think you’ll be able to grow old.”
“Fine, mom. When everything finally falls back to its right place, I promise I will go to every blind date you’ll suggest. It’s alright now? Good night, mom. I love you!”
“Honey—
“Bye!”
I leaned on my headboard as I ended the call and placed my phone on the side table.
My mom really has this habit of arranging blind dates for me even back when I was in high school. Probably because she’s too afraid that her one and only daughter would end up growing old alone.
And maybe she’s actually right about that. I don’t mind growing old alone as long as I will be the director of our company. I would rather grow old alone but successful than be with a guy that would only make me his housewife.
Even when I was still in middle school, the only thing that I was looking forward to was to become the next director of our company and the most successful director in the country. I strived so hard and not even once did I fail on being the on the highest rank in our class.
That is why now that I am old enough, I won’t stop working my ass off until I reach the top.
And no one can ever stop me from doing that.
“If we don’t work harder than we already do, the company will go bankrupt and all of us will lose our jobs. I’m sure you don’t want that to happen, so make sure you won’t make a mistake when doing the tasks that I have given you.”
“Yes, Miss Vice President Carmine.”
I nodded my head, “Alright. All of you now may leave and proceed to your work.”
As soon as they all left the conference room, I leaned on my swivel chair and started massaging my temples. Just when I am too close to getting what I want that the company suddenly started going downhill.
I was about to eat the lunch that my mom packed for me when I suddenly received a call from my dad, telling me to go to my grandfather’s office.
I immediately closed the lunchbox and stood up. I could feel my heart beating so fast as I started walking towards grandpa’s office. It was as if something bad was going to happen.
Slowly, I moved my face close to Sylus. He was just staring back at me, waiting for my next steps. I could feel my heart beating so fast as I stood on my toes and put both of my hands on his shoulders before I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his. Sylus's lips were warm, firm, and tasted like whiskey and desire. He didn't move at first, like he was letting me lead. Then his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. The kiss was deep, hungry, like we were both starving for it. I felt like I was losing myself in him, in the taste of his lips, in the way he was holding me like I'd disappear if he let go. He pushed me back onto the bed, his body over mine. The kiss didn't break, like we were both afraid to breathe. I felt the weight of him, the heat of his skin through the thin shirt he wore. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he'd hear it. Sylus's lips left mine, trailed down my neck. I felt shivers, like my whole body was alive. "Charlotte," he whispered,
The clock ticked past 2 AM. The suite was quiet, except for the soft hum of Sylus's laptop in the office room. I was lying in bed, pretending to sleep, but my eyes were fixed on the door. Finally, the office door opened. Sylus came out, looking exhausted but focused. He headed straight to the bathroom without looking at me. I heard the sound of water running, then the rustle of clothes. Sylus came out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel around his waist. He walked to the closet, his back to me. I decided to try talking to him. "Sylus?" I said, my voice soft. He didn't turn around. "Hmm?" he replied, his tone neutral. I sat up in bed, feeling a spark of frustration. "Can we talk?" I asked. Sylus pulled on a pair of sweatpants, still not looking at me. "Not now, Charlotte. I'm tired." I felt a sting. He was still avoiding me. I lay back down, trying to process things. But I wasn't going to let it go that easily. A few minutes passed. Sylus got into bed, careful not
Carmine's POVI let out a deep sigh as soon as Sylus stepped out of our room. I still can't forget what he just told me. He said he was really suspicious of me. He even told me we would go back to my doctor to ask about the things that he is being suspicious about.Now I have to think of a better excuse for him not to go to a different doctor. If he does that, for sure I'm doomed."How did he find out about you going to a bar?" Luke asked me over the phone. Ever since he found out about my plan and real motive, Luke Greene became the one I always call whenever Sylus does something that would make him find out about my plan."He surely hired a private investigator for it. He is a mafia boss, it's not impossible for him to do that.""You're right. Then you have to be extra careful. Sylus is smart, and he always wants to get what he wants. Make sure you never let your guard down."I nodded my head as if Luke could actually see me. "I understand.""Also, you have to delete every conversa
I leaned back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I watched Charlotte walk into the dining hall. She looked like a ray of sunshine, her smile bright and carefree. But I knew better. I knew she was hiding something.I'd been suspicious for a while, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. That was until I got the call from the private investigator I'd hired to dig into Charlotte's whereabouts for the past few weeks. I learned she always go to this apartment where an old lady resides at. But it was the phone that really caught my attention. The one she claimed she lost at the restaurant where they celebrated their parents' anniversary. I had my doubts, so I asked my assistant to check the restaurant's CCTV footage. And what I found out was that Charlotte didn't even lose her phone there.I felt a pang of disappointment, mixed with curiosity. What was she hiding? And why?I decided to dig deeper, to see if I could find any leads on where she might have actually lost the phone. I asked my
I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets beside me cold and rumpled. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and looked around the room. No sign of Sylus. I wondered where he could be. I got out of bed and quickly got dressed, deciding to grab some breakfast downstairs. Maybe Sylus was waiting for me in the dining hall. As I walked into the hotel's dining hall, I spotted Sylus sitting at a table by the window, talking to someone on his phone. He glanced up, saw me, and his expression turned cold. He looked away, focusing back on his conversation. I felt a pang of confusion. What was wrong? I walked over to the buffet, grabbing some pastries and coffee, trying to look nonchalant. As I made my way to the table, Sylus ended his call and looked up at me. His eyes were guarded, and he didn't smile like he usually did. "Morning," I said, trying to sound cheerful as I sat down across from him. Sylus nodded, his expression neutral. "Morning." The tension was palpable, and I didn't like it. What
The sun was shining bright as we stepped out of the hotel, the warm breeze carrying the sweet scent of orange blossoms through the streets of Madrid. Sylus smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, as he took my hand."Today, we're going to play tourist," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you want to see first?"I grinned, trying to sound excited. "How about the Royal Palace?"Sylus nodded, leading me towards the palace. As we walked, he pointed out various landmarks and shared stories about the city's history. I listened intently, fascinated by the rich culture and heritage of Madrid.We strolled through the Plaza Mayor, admiring the stunning architecture and vibrant street performers. Sylus pulled me close, his arm around my waist, as we watched a group of musicians playing traditional Spanish music.The sound of the guitar and the passionate voices of the singers transported me to a different era. I felt like I was part of the performance, the music swelling up inside me.







