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Thersa stood in the craft room of Emery & Co, running her fingers across a roll of soft fabric laid neatly on the long table. The light from the wide windows made the colours stand out, rich and inviting.Mrs. Emery, the owner herself, stood beside her with a tape measure slung around her neck. “This shade has been our best-seller lately,” she said warmly, pulling the fabric closer. “But I think it could use a fresher cut..something that feels bold, but still wearable.”Thersa smiled faintly, brushing her hand over the texture again. “You’re right. The material has character already. It just needs the right shape to make it come alive.” She reached for the mannequin at the corner and began pinning the fabric against it.“You see here?” Thersa pointed as she wrapped it across the bust. “If we drop the waistline a little lower, it softens the figure without losing structure.”Mrs. Emery’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! That’s what I’ve been trying to explain to my designers for months. You see
Diego Mondragon stepped out of his car and strode into the towering glass building of his company. The air outside was cool. Inside, people were already working hard.. His assistant, Mark, caught up to him halfway through the polished marble lobby, clutching a tablet and looking uneasy.“Sir, please…you have someone waiting for you in the lobby,” Mark said, a nervous edge in his voice.Diego slowed, his brow tightening. “Someone? Who?”Mark hesitated, glancing toward the front. “I’m not sure, sir. But… you might want to see for yourself.”Diego’s eyes followed the direction of his assistant’s gaze. Just beyond the glass divider near the seating area, he caught sight of a woman standing with her back to him. She wore a pale hospital gown, her hair slightly disheveled.His jaw clenched instantly. The sight irritated him more than it concerned him. He turned sharply to Mark. “You let someone dressed like that walk in here?” His voice was sharp enough to make Mark flinch. “What do I pay s
Rafael finally stepped out of the conference room, loosening his tie after hours of back-to-back meetings on the next steps to win custody of his son. Mondragon had managed to prove through DNA that the boy was his, forcing Rafael into an endless series of back-and-forth legal strategies with his team.The case against Mondragon was consuming every second of his time, leaving no space for anything else.He walked out with a few men, the cool night air hitting them as they stepped outside.“So… we’ll see if there’s a way forward in our next meeting,” one of them said.“Alright. Sure,” Rafael replied, making sure they got into their cars safely before heading back inside.Most of the lights in the building were off now. He climbed the quiet hallway to his office and picked up his phone. The clock read 11:00 p.m. Countless missed calls and messages lit up the screen , most of which were from Celeste, with the rest from a few business contacts.Rafael sighed as he walked, dialing Thersa’s
Celeste Novarro’s birthday party had been going strong for over five hours. Guests moved around, laughing and chatting as music played and drinks flowed through the glamorous house.She descended the grand staircase in a shimmering silver dress, a glass of champagne in hand and a confident smile on her face.As she reached the last step, a friend approached her, Anuska, her fashion buddy, with her boyfriend Leo right beside her.“Happy birthday, Celeste,” Anuska beamed, leaning in to kiss her on both cheeks. Leo grinned and added, “Looking stunning as always.” Celeste let out a soft laugh, “Thank you both. Make sure you enjoy yourselves tonight, no excuses to party hard.” “Already are!” Anuska said, looping her arm through Leo’s as they headed off toward the open bar.Celeste continued forward, weaving through her guests with grace, when she spotted her usual girls near the centre of the room.“Do you think Rafael’s going to show up?” one of them asked, leaning in curiously as Cele
"You should count yourself lucky today," Diego said with a smirk as the car came to a stop. "Coming with me to an event like this? That’s a big deal." He stepped out, straightening his suit. Diana followed closely behind, smiling boldly as camera flashes lit up her face. The charity fundraising program was in full swing. The entrance buzzed with business leaders, politicians, designers, and media, all eager to be seen. Diego circled around the car and held out his arm. Diana took it without hesitation. "This is your world now," he whispered with quiet pride as they stepped onto the carpet together. As they walked inside, a familiar face stepped forward. “Diego Mondragon,” the man said with a smile. Diego’s expression lifted. “Antonio! I didn’t know you’ve been back” “I’ve been back for a while,” Antonio replied. “Should’ve given you a call.” His eyes shifted to Diana. “I see you brought your plus one.” Diego smirked. “A man must not live on bread alone.” The comment made D
The maid walked slowly, her head bowed. She knew this could be the day she met her maker or landed in critical care.As soon as she stepped out and the door clicked shut behind her, Diego’s eyes locked. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her downstairs. When they reached the bottom, he yanked her so hard her back hit the floor with a sickening thud.“I gave a clear order,” Diego said stepping closer. “No one is to mention her in this house, especially not around my son.”He took a step closer, fury simmering in his voice. “Or have you been paid to manipulate my boy? Is that it?”“I…I was only trying” the maid began, her voice shaking.“Shut up!” Diego snarled. “You fool. You traitor. I should’ve finished you off four years ago when you helped her escape.”The maid sat there, too terrified to speak again.“Guards! Guards!” Diego suddenly roared, his voice thundering through the hall.The guards rushed in at the sound of Diego’s voice.“Get rid of this one,” he growled,