Third Person's Point of View Various people are scattered around the streets with banners on their hands along with the volunteers disseminating magazines and newspapers that have a person’s name in it. The official start of Juan Rivera Sanders' campaign began today. As expected, a lot of people volunteered for his sake. His image is outstanding, and a lot of people are admiring him. As a renowned businessman turned into a politician, he captured the hearts and minds of the people of the country. He served as the chairman of Sanders Company, built it through his blood, sweat, and tears. Later on, he passed his duty to his one and only living son. Juan Rivera Sanders is a well-known public figure. Back when he wasn't in politics yet, he has proven a lot in business, economy, and now, he's establishing his career in politics. As expected, a lot of people are expecting from him as the future president of the country. He is hailed as the epitome of perfection—a reason why he's blinded
Third Person's Point of View There was a strange feeling inside Emerald. It's her gut feeling that's stopping her from answering the phone. Nevertheless, she took the right thing and moved the phone into her ears. A heavy sigh came out, her hands trembling as she stride towards her vast sliding window. “You nearly killed me!” She bursted out in anger. Emerald couldn't contain the perplexity eroding inside her. Of course, what happened earlier still makes her think that everything that happened was just a dream! She combed her hair using her fingers, she sat down on her bed and moved the phone from her right hand to the left. Stressed—that’s what she felt the moment it came to her senses that it was her kidnapper's fault. Perhaps the liquor intake weighs impact but that doesn't mean what happened last time would slip in her mind. It almost cost her life, and she doesn't want to proceed with it anymore! The kidnapper chuckled. “Calm down, you're still alive. I made sure not to cro
Third Person's Point of View There's a sensation feeling deep inside Emerald whilst she's in a deep slumber. Surprisingly, Emerald woke up and sat down immediately because of shock. Unable to put her experiences into words, she felt the need to remember what happened on the night she fainted. Her memories were vivid but one thing stood out: it's seeing Jude walking towards her. “Go back to sleep.” A voice commanded her. Gazing to where it was, there goes the almighty Jude Rafael Sanders who's sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs whilst holding a book. Emerald's eyebrows furrowed when she saw he's holding it backwards. “What are you doing?” Emerald inquired. Jude sneered. “Reading a book, obviously.” “But you're holding it upside-down.”Jude was caught off guard. He coughed a little as he closed the book he's holding—feeling a little scratch of humiliation regarding Emerald's observation. The last memory she remembered flashed back on her mind. Him walking with sorrowful eyes
Third Person's Point of View Jude remained monitoring Emerald's car through the small screen intact in his car. He stepped on the accelerator hard and applied pressure, moving the steering wheel to the left to avoid a car. He's driving fast but Jude still made sure he's not touching anyone's wheels otherwise a collision might happen that can prolong their problem. His heart was aching. Jude has gotten the same pace of Emerald's car only for him to see she's unconscious yet her vehicle remains moving. A red dot appeared on his small screen until it vanished seconds later. He pressed the call button on the screen and Philmar’s voice echoed inside his car. “Yes, boss?” He inquired with a serious manner.“Emerald is unconscious. I think her car was hacked. Someone else is controlling it.” Jude affirmed. “Have the security team take care of it.” “Copy boss.” Philmar, the head of his security team asserted. The old vintage sedan Jude found unusually resurfaced, this time— it's crashing
Third Person's Point of View Emerald took a deep breath. She was standing across the newly bought car Jude provided. It was gaining attention as people passed by—simply captivated by her recently released model of Chevrolet. She waited until people outside made their leave due to feeling ashamed. She's not the type of person who boasts about her earnings, her family's generational wealth or anything. Emerald has no choice but to grab one car and drive it off to work because she's already late. Little did she know, everyone who sees it goes crazy whilst ogling at her car. She had no clue about the car she drives. As long as it makes her life easy, she doesn't mind! Emerald was about to cross the street when a voice ceased her from behind. Standing six feet tall, Carlos appeared around her with a huge smile. “Going home? I'll drop you off!” Carlos affirmed, smiling wide and showing his white teeth. A small shy smile crept on her lips. “No, it's fine. I finally have my car.” “Real
Third Person's Point of View Silence fleets in the air. Emerald couldn't raise her hand and spoon even just a single grain of rice. Her eyes remained staring at the man in front of her—curious as to why his decision changed briefly. On a typical day, Emerald often delivers her husband's food at his office. It was clearly written in their agreement that she will follow the ground rules Jude established regardless of what she feels. Her eyes wouldn't stray away from him. It remained nosy, watching every move Jude makes. “Stop watching me and give me your phone.” Jude enunciated that made her cough. “I need it to trace the perpetrator.” Emerald covered her mouth, his words left her agape. “W-what?” Jude put down his utensils and then stared at her in a menacing glare. His stares put up chills all over her body, making even a small hair rooted in her skin stand up. Emerald's hands turned into a fist under the table and gasped. Her phone was inside her pocket. She was hesitant momen