After freshening up in the restroom, I spent the rest of my time speaking with potential investors.I tried my best not to pay attention to Damien Grey.But my God…Every time I turned, I could see him. And he was watching me too—intensely, silently, and without even trying to hide it.The longer we stayed in the same room, the heavier the pressure became.I could feel his desire, even from across the space."Everything went well, Ms. Mikyla. Your presentation was a success once again," Rafaella said with a proud smile.We were now seated at our table, waiting for the event to finish.I smiled."Thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you and the team.""You're so humble, Ms. Mikyla. It's no wonder your star keeps rising."I felt my cheeks warm at Rafaella’s words.When I first arrived in Italy, I had no idea what I was walking into. I didn’t know anything about this place aside from the stories my mother used to tell me.But here I am—and I can finally say I’m doing it.A man su
I didn’t know how I made it through the next few seconds.My knees wanted to buckle, but I forced myself to breathe—to act like I was still in control.Even when I wasn’t.I watched Tito Damien speak gracefully with Ms. Dianna Jean. He moved with effortless command.His tailored black suit clung to him like armor—crisp, powerful, and intimidating.One look, and you’d know immediately: this was a man of power. And someone you’d never dare cross.Of all the companies he could have owned… why did it have to be Montier Luxury?If I could walk out right now, I would.But I couldn’t—because this was my moment.And I wasn’t about to ruin it just because of my past.I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, lifting my chin as I finally walked toward them.“I’m glad you arrived in time, sir,” Ms. Dianna said as she admired the pieces. “Just look at these…”“Some things,” Damien replied, his voice low and deliberate, “are better when unexpected.”Then it happened.His eyes flicked toward mine
I kept walking, refusing to let my heels falter—even as my legs trembled inside.Not because I was scared.But because I couldn’t believe the past I’d buried had just walked straight into the most important night of my life.Damien Grey.My ex-boyfriend’s father.The man I ran away from.The man I gave myself to in a moment of emotional ruin… And the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn’t just someone’s second choice.Rafaella leaned in, whispering, “Do you know him? That man over there—the one who won’t stop staring?”I cleared my throat, trying to sound unbothered. “I’m… not sure.”Rafaella frowned.“Well, he looks like he just stepped out of a billionaire magazine spread,” she teased. “And he seriously hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”I couldn’t reply right away. She didn’t have to tell me. I already felt his gaze—hot, unwavering, consuming.And it only made me more anxious about why he was here. A thousand questions started spinning in my head.My fingers tightened around the
Two years have already passed.I never thought time could fly by so fast.After everything that happened back then, I forced myself to rise again. I left the Philippines and flew to Italy to chase my dream.Since then, I’ve heard nothing from Justin or Sheila. I changed my number. Blocked them on all my social media accounts.Honestly, I’ve become a different person.It was painful at first, so painful that there were nights I could barely breathe just remembering their betrayal. But I used that pain. I turned it into fuel to build myself again.And now… here I am.From being the girl who cried on a stranger’s shoulder in a club, to standing in front of the mirror in my own studio in Milan, wearing confidence like a second skin.I’m no longer “just” Mica.I’m Mikyla Ferrer, lead designer of Savarre Éclat—one of the most prestigious jewelry houses in Europe.My designs have been featured in fashion magazines, and my latest collection is scheduled to walk the runway in Paris next month.
I groaned from the pounding pain in my head as I woke up. I clutched my temples—it felt like my skull was being split in half.Gosh! How many glasses did I drink last night?My eyes were still shut when I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. I forced my eyes open just to glance at it.My brows furrowed when I saw several text messages and missed calls, but what made me sit bolt upright was the time flashing on my screen."I'm going to miss my flight!" I shouted.Despite the headache and the heaviness of my body, I pushed myself to sit up. I was about to get out of bed when I realized something…Fuck me. This wasn’t my room.I glanced around in panic. I was alone… and this definitely wasn’t my room.And for heaven’s sake—I was naked.I swallowed hard and tried to remember what happened last night.And then… it all came rushing back.I gasped.I was… I did.Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording
“Whooo! Let’s dance!” I shouted.I raised my glass high and jumped to the beat like I didn’t care about anything anymore. Right after my talk with Tita Cecile, I found myself walking straight into a club. This is where I poured everything out—all the pain and bitterness that they gave me.For the last time before I disappear, I’d let it all out here… before I finally fly to Italy.There was nothing else I could do. They made me feel so small. They all deceived me.“Whoa, Miss! You’ve got the moves!”I froze when I felt someone press against my back. When I turned, I saw a guy grinning widely behind me. I frowned and pushed him away.“Leave me alone,” I muttered, holding my head for a second as dizziness washed over me.But once I steadied myself, I kept dancing. I didn’t come here for creeps—I came to drown it all out.“Come on, Miss! I’ve been watching you for a while now. You look so sad.”“Hey!”I gasped when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind.I leaned against him