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"Hu!" As I exit my car in the modest driveway of my house, I let out a deep sigh. Did I say humble? After that, add enormous. Dang! For heaven's sake, I live up to the weight of my title as a Riccaford. Unfortunately, living lavishly and serving as my father's assistant as the head of the marketing department at his extensive hotel chain are the only benefits I get to enjoy. Of course, this was far from my ideal profession, but I had no choice but to accede to my father's requests and demands like I did from childhood since, as they say, who dare challenge Richard Riccaford? No one! Nobody!I toss my life's sad tale to the side and begin stumbling inside. I'm worn out and drained. Before I go over the prose for my presentation for tomorrow's shareholders meetings, I might need to get some forty winks. Talk of workaholics!I leap inside in excitement after realizing the door is not secured. Leo Theodore, is the only one with a spare key to this home. My boyfriend of two years and fran

I drive my Lamborghini through my father's series of gates until I park at the parking lot at past eight midnight.This place's security is awful! It sucks!One reason I moved out a year ago was because of this. I'll admit it: this place is a real heaven. The castle has consistently been stunning and glittering with so much beauty and liveliness with blooming flowers in shades of green and yellow decorating the lovely garden. As I became older, I stopped making it difficult for my mother to pursue me around the flowers the way she used to when I was a child. Instead, we spent our evenings here talking and occasionally, my father would join us. We would stay here for hours under the stars just talking and laughing only.An exquisite yet painful recollection. It's been years, but I am still not over her horrible and sudden demise. Presumably, there are pains that just never go away.As I sigh in remembrance of her, I divert my attention to the pool's turquoise waters. Oh, how I miss be

I once more drive the through my father's gate. The morning is bright and fresh. I believe that the skies are also happy about my audacious choice. Sigh!I park my white gleaming Porsche and tell my driver to park the jeepney which was trailing behind me as well. I take my first stride with more vigor and confidence than I have ever had in my entire life. I am experiencing blissful ecstasy, but I am trying my best to conceal it. It's not yet time to celebrate."Mike, pull back the cover while you wait for the items to be unloaded and drive the jeepney back home. The rest will be handled by Sherry and Rose." I explain to mark once we are outside."Alright, ma'am. What time do you suggest I pick you up from the office?"Ahem! About that."Ah, that. I may not require your services for some time. I'll be spending a few days here at my dad's house." I elucidate. "You are not ceasing my services, ma'am?" He inquires in a concerned tone. Mike is a decent person. The best chauffeur I have h

A short walk away from where my car broke down, we mosey into the stranger 's exquisite apartment. We left our autos and shuffled over here. Surprised? Well, it's not like I wanted to spend the night on that dreadful street, and I he left me with no choice but to come with him. So here I am, albeit a little fearful.He delicately places my satchels on the plush grey carpet as I ricochet my eyes for a quick tour around this exquisitely furnished sitting room, savoring the serene atmosphere. It's amusingly amazing. I'll be honest—I couldn't have anticipated this much of him. I underrated him. I blame the streetlights, though. They didn't do him enough honor in portraying a clear vision of him.A stunning mansion with luxurious modern amenities. I am awestruck by its grandeur. From the gleaming marble complex that I struggled to capture well in the dark, to this astounding sitting room that is wonderfully adorned. I wouldn't have imagined that a man would have this much taste but he has

I emerge from the kitchen holding a tray of pancakes - the only food besides eggs that I know how to cook, along with tea and sliced fruit. I cast a quick glance at the stranger who is still sleeping like a baby on the couch. He ought to be happy that I refrained from acting on the insane impulse to leave his house last night after dropping his inebriated ass on the floor. I changed my decision solely for the reason that if only it wasn't for him, I would have spent my first night in this city on the chilly, unsettling street. Just that.Despite my best attempts, I was unable to move his heavy ass up to his room. Not even a muscle of it. I had to softly lie him on the couch and retrieve a duvet from his room. That was the least I could do. Additionally, he ought to be aware that last night was my worst night ever as well. I was unable to get any sleep due to my frequent awakenings to check on him. Not even forty winks. The night was one hell of a torture for me and I am so furious at