ONE WEEK LATERI stand in the mirror. Outfit, check! Make-up, check! The hair is perfect! Everything is o.k.a.y!"I could be your mirror, you know." I look at Damian's reflection in the mirror, his face all smiles, beaming and dazzling like always in his custom-made blue suit that is matching with my blue-fitting gown.Two royalties! We are indeed royals!"Mmh. Do I look good?" I ask."You are gorgeous and elegant. I am afraid all the men in the event will fall in love with you." "Really now? I think I am the one who should be weary of women in the event." I respond, caressing his jaw."This guy before you, has eyes for only one woman - Ellie Marrie Riccaford, my betrothed, the love of my life. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world." He says, melting my heart with his words."And this beauty before you, has her eyes only on one angel, Damian Almenda Riccaforte - my betrothed, the love of my life. It's either you, or no one else. I love you, baby." I whisper."I love you more
ONE MONTH LATERI park at the parking lot of the jail. I know this seems crazy and you are wondering, what is a bride who is supposed to be getting all dolled up for her wedding ceremony doing in a prison? Well, to settle my peace, and show my enemies that they miserably failed. Great times!"Attorney, I'll go alone. Take care of the necessary and be quick." I state, and she nods her head.I dash inside, clutching the magazine in my hand, hoping to finish as soon as I can. Nobody knows I sneaked out just to come here, and I wouldn't want to visualize their faces if they woke up to a missing bride. I can't worry about them."She will be with you in a minute, Mrs Almenda." The prison Warden says, and I nod my head.I am Mrs Almenda to everyone in the city now. Our story, just like I presumed, has reached almost everyone in the whole nation, and we have even earned an emblem of "THE FATED BETHROTHEDS" from the citizens. Our story has outdone that of Romeo and Juliet, and now we are the t
"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
"Leo, for the sake of the alleged love you've professed to have for me over the past two years, answer me! I need to understand where I erred. That's the least you owe me." I fume."Sorry, Ellie, but you and I both fully knew well that this love was doomed from the beginning. Perhaps we were simply not meant to be."I need someone to wake me up."Why? because of the fact that I am engaged to a stranger, whose name I do not even know? We have discussed this topic a thousand times, Leo, and I have made my stand on it quite plain to you." I approach his hazy vision slowly as a result of my tears. I take his hands in mine. "Leo, I'm fighting for us. I care love you so much that I would do anything for us, even defying my own father. Leo, we can work this out. We can resolve this.""No. Ellie! We have to stop deluding ourselves. We have no control over what will inevitably occur. We are powerless to your father. We can't oppose him. There is nothing we can possibly do.""Yes, we can! Sure,
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
It's that hour! That horrible hour that is ushering in a brand-new year in my life.Today is different from the previous years when I reveled in the joy and bliss of booming in the new year as I scanned the clock tick by. Everything is contrary to what I experienced on my previous birthdays. Nothing is the same, it seems. Today's feeling is distinct even from the sound of the clock. The sound of fear and anxiety is ticking in it. My ears itch, and I am utterly perturbed by that sound. I am more certain of the sound of the clock and every other sound ringing around me, unlike Crystal Gyle in her jazz version of Sounds of Goodbye which is playing on the TV. I love that jazz, but today it's helping at all.I slouch down on the seat and reflect on my opulent yet pathetic existence. Apparently, money is not everything like they claimed. They freaking lied for fucksake! If this freaking existence was all about money and power, if everything in life revolves around money and extravagances, t
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
I'm driving south in an obscure alley at the middle of a winter night in a modern city when all of a sudden my car stops in the middle of the road. The engine wouldn't start despite my chronic exertions to restart it. I glance at the fuel gauge on the dashboard with heavy eyes as anxiety and panic pervade my entire being. Damn! The tank is empty! Really excellent! Freaking wow! How come I didn't notice?With my heart thumping, I kick the door open and drag my lethargic, worn-out self outside. I'm not accustomed to spending so much time in the driver's seat. Heck! My longest solo drive so far has probably been an hour. And now, since I waltzed out of the office, how long have I been driving? My watch reads ten minutes to midnight. I'm worn out. I'm so drained. How I managed to maintain control of the steering for such an absurdly more than eight hours drive is indecipherable.It was at exactly two in the afternoon when the meeting ended at the Ricca court where our main office is locat