Lorenzo did not complain about my offer to him. The construction workers arrived just a few days ago and even exceeded what I expected to come. I didn’t know that he would take seriously what I said that needs to be made easier because it is better to teach people who want to study earlier. But I think it’s also good that he dug into what he worked for because of the 20+ he took to haul the equipment. They didn’t have a hard time. I was right when I said that they could not enter the vehicles because it was too muddy. The mixer truck also did not enter, so they were mixing the cement manually.Somehow there is a beginning even though they have only been here four days since they came here. As I watched all the cement, the worker’s Lorenzo stood beside me. I was wearing an orange dress and white shoes. When the strong wind passed through my face, my hair ruffled, so I put the sharpened hair back behind my ear. I saw him seriously staring at my face, but I didn’t pay attention to him. T
Lizelle's Point of View They say freedom is the most important thing to value. It is said that this will serve as your wing whenever you think you are locked up or held captive by the deceitful world. Nevertheless, what if those wings that help you fly and you cherished got cut from your back?I suddenly felt a pang on my chest as the large black curtain parted. I first noticed the men's lustful and burning stares that seemed to penetrate my soul. My wrists and feet were tied, and I wore nothing but lingerie panties. I bowed my head as the muttering became louder."The bidding I will offer is Lizelle Smith. The former successor of a Smith Group. However, because of the mishap that happened to her—she has been left with nothing." The auctioneer hit the gavel before he continued, "The bidding starts now!" "What calamity befell her?" After the man's question, the noise died away."Sorry, Mr. Raymond, but I can't tell you anything about the "item" because only the person who can buy
Lizelle's Point of View After I read the card, I threw it away. He was kind enough to help me out and give me a chance to get out of that auction hell. However, I'm scared that perhaps he was like that insane debt collector. They will make you think they're nice and want to help you, but later on, they will get more— including your whole life and body. I kicked the rock once more, and it rolled. My stomach growled as I took a deep breath. 'It would have been nice if I had some money left from what I owned to the debt collector.' Wait... I quickly rummaged through the jacket, hoping to find money, but I found nothing. Something shone on the coat just as I was about to give up. As I looked, the light had gone out. I took off my jacket to get a better look at it. I waited three minutes for it to light up again, but nothing happened. I would have worn the coat again if I had just not heard a ring. I paused to listen more. Slowly, my ear followed the sound, which came from the
Lizelle's Point of View I took a seat at the circular table. The surroundings are highly white and comfortable to look at, and the condominium Tryon bought for me is also relatively large. I'm unsure how he purchased such a luxury condo in just an hour. There isn't much décor yet; all that's there is a queen-size bed, a side table, chairs, and a table. I don't have a closet or clothes other than what I'm wearing now."I've already paid for it. It's yours now."I looked at Tyron's eyes, but he paid me no attention. After we chatted in front of his building, I informed him that I would do anything as long as he agreed in my favor. He promptly looked for a condominium because the first thing I asked for was a place to sleep."What favor do you demand?" He sat in the chair across from me and crossed his legs. When he stared at my eyes, I almost drowned in my saliva because there was something stuck in my throat. His blue pupils felt like they stole the life out of me.A tingle pleasure
Lizelle’s Point of View*Ding dong*I wiped the sweat from my forehead when the doorbell rang again. I cleaned the room because Tyron bought me the successive influx of things. I wandered my eyes around. The utensils in my condominium are complete. I also have a closet, plates, and other cooking utensils. He also sent me a refrigerator. It’s a good thing the condominium is enormous.When I opened the door, I saw the men wearing orange uniforms as they brought the items once more. I lifted my one brow and peered behind me; nothing was no longer missing in this room, so why were they back? The first man in orange bowed before he gave me a piece of paper to sign again.“Good evening, Miss Luna. Sorry about coming late. We went in the evening because Mr. Tyron requested it late. Just sign this so we may enter and set the sofa to where you want it.” He had already given me the paper and the pen and I read what was written first.Luna?The reason for writing is to inform you of the receivin
Lizelle's Point of View Before I fainted, I heard the monitor's beeping noise and flashing color. They slowly lay me down and injected something before my eyelids slowly fell off. Tyron was the last person I saw, standing in a corner with a serious yet somewhat worried face.I woke up in a white room. I could see nothing but white around me. 'Where am I?''How many hours of sleep have I had?'When I arose from my slumber, the thing I tread on was likewise white and fluffy. I paid close attention to where someone was laughing. I approached carefully at first since I couldn't see their faces. As I arrived, I saw two people chuckling. One of them was wearing a white dress and a white flower crown, while the man dressed all in white. When they spotted me, they both stopped and smiled.My eyes widened as I realized who those are."Mom! Dad!" I ran to hug them and cried. "Mom! Dad! Let's go home!" I didn't remove the embrace from them. Nevertheless, it gradually surprised me when the su
Lizelle’s Point of View “Welcome to [Cancer Research Charity]. Our 3rd Annual Report Leadership Conference. Today, we will discuss the results of our Charity Project for this year. Of course, everyone is welcome. They also encouraged people to pitch in. Individuals who wish to support and give to those people who want to live longer,” The emcee announced. I was at the charity conference where Tyron intended to implement the first plan. He directed me here since this was supposed to be Lorenzo’s focus this year, assisting cancer patients so that more people could support him. Tyron suggested that to gain Lorenzo’s attention and become close to him; we should compete with what he had—to what he wanted. It had been a month since they operated on my face. I think nothing has changed. The first point to mention was the eyes; they just layered my eyelids. To look more mature, they made my lower lip thick. They slightly pointed at the nose while the cheekbone was enlarged. Only my hair ch
Lizelle's Point of View When the Charity Event concluded, I pretended to be someone with a true heart who wanted to support cancer patients who wanted to live longer. I wanted to assist people, but I didn't want to deceive myself because that was not why I came here in the first place. Many corporate leaders approached me after the event. They inquired about my business. I didn't answer them about it and pretended to be a model, wishing to help those in genuine need. I stayed there as they eventually returned home. I had no idea what to do next because Tyron and I had not discussed what to do when the event ended. I was unsure what his orders were because so many people came up to me, but it didn't seem that disastrous that he didn't give me any instructions because the "rice was reaching the chicken." The chicken would sit there and wait for the rice so it could peck. While I pretended to be busy, Lorenzo approached me. I was ready to walk away when he grabbed my hand and dragged