“I want to tell you something…”Angelie’s voice was low and shaky, but Jeffery heard it. The air felt still around them, and he waited, eyes locked on hers.She look so beautiful that he was almost tempted to kiss her, but he knew better not to. In as much as he hated to admit it, she is her brother’s.The mere thought of it made his face deepen in anger.But the moment shattered too quickly.Footsteps.Then a voice, smooth and familiar, curled through the doorway like a ghost“Oh, Angelie. You’re here. I’ve been looking for you.”Lucas.He was monitoring her and saw when she left her room. Just as he assumed, he was right.He stepped into the library, casual like always, hands in his pockets, dark eyes. He glanced between them.Angelie instinctively stepped back.Jeffery still retains his expression.Lucas smiled, too widely. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the heart-to-heart conversation. Just thought I needed to be with my wife now.”Angelie turned, stiff. “I’ll be out in a minute.”Luca
“I want to take the offer,” Angelie repeated, voice firm despite the storm churning in her chest. “But I don’t want to leave the country.”“I can’t leave my brother here.”Jeffery blinked. It was rare to see him thrown off, but he didn’t speak right away.She stood across from him like she wasn’t trembling inside. She was hoping that the offer was still on. She was more than determined to walk through this path, just for him.Finally, he stepped around the desk, his arms folded. “Why not?”She hesitated. “I have… reasons.”He studied her. “Lucas?”She looked away, not answering.Jeffery didn’t push, but something flickered in his eyes.“You can take the program anywhere,” he said, voice low. “I’ll arrange it. You don’t have to go to Paris. New York. LA. Wherever you want. I just…” He exhaled. “I just want you to purse your dream.”Angelie nodded slowly.“New York,” she said.“Done.”She smiled a little. A tired smile. “Thank you.”He gave her a nod, hands still in his pockets. But he
Angelie felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her.Her body suddenly felt cold.Tim’s voice stayed calm, too calm. “I was tired of lying down in that hospital bed, just doing nothing. It was getting to me, you know? I was slowly losing my mind. I needed something, anything, to stay connected; I needed to feel alive.”Angelie’s lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t speak.Tim continued, eyes not accusing, just heartbroken. “I got bored watching the ceiling. Tired of the same movies. So, I asked the nurse to bring me a smartphone. I thought maybe I’d scroll a little, catch up on what’s going on. You know I’ve always been a media guy.”He took a deep breath. “And then I saw it.”Angelie closed her eyes.Waiting for him to drop the bombshell she has been hiding“I didn’t want to believe it at first,” Tim said softly. “But it was everywhere, the blogs. The press, pictures. That small wedding, your face, his face. And Lucas… standing next to you.”He looked away, jaw tight
“Angelie, are you okay?”Jeffery’s voice cut through the tension as he stepped forward. The sound of the cup shattering on the marble floor had drawn his attention. He rushed to her, concern plastered on his face.“I’m fine,” she said quickly, bending to pick up the broken pieces, avoiding his gaze. “I was clumsy. I’ll go now.”She didn’t wait for a reply. She turned and hurried away, the hot tears already clouding her vision.She barely made it to her room before the dam burst. Her hand trembled as she shut the door, leaning against it for support. The tears wouldn’t stop, even though she kept wiping them away, again and again, as if she could scrub away her feelings.On the other side of the hall, Anita smirked to herself. She had seen the look in Angelie’s eyes, and it was satisfying. She had planned it perfectly. Just as Jeffery turned to scold her, she quickly buried her smug smile.“Don’t ever do that again,” Jeffery said sharply.He didn’t wait for her response. He walked away,
A girl, about her age, was already throwing daggers with her eyes.“Are you blind, Miss?” the girl snapped, brushing invisible dirt off her outfit.Angelie blinked. “You weren’t looking your way either; that makes both of us blind.”With that, she grabbed her rolling suitcase and continued walking, her head high. A small grin played on her lips. Where did I get such courage? She wondered. Maybe it really does feel good to stand up for yourself.As she dragged her luggage down the hall, another girl about her age caught up with her, her voice light and cheerful.“I love what you did back there,” the girl said. “That’s Sonia. She acts like she owns the place. Totally intimidated by how beautiful you are.”Angelie blinked at her, still trying to process what had just happened.“I’m Flora,” the girl added quickly. “You must be new. And wow, you’re really stunning. Like, runaway model beautiful.”Angelie blushed slightly. She’d heard compliments about her looks before, but somehow hearing i
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in like that. I think I missed my way,” Angelie said, embarrassed, already backing toward the door.Damien smiled, the kind of smile that made you wonder if he practiced it in the mirror. “You must be new here,” he said, his voice smooth and clear, almost like a melody. “Always use your map till you get used to this place. The building can be confusing.”“I forgot mine in my room,” Angelie confessed, adjusting her bag.“No worries,” he said, that calm look never leaving his face. “What’s your room number?”She told him, and without hesitation, he stepped forward.“Come on, I’ll walk you there.”They moved down the hallway together, and a few turns later, they reached her room.Just as Angelie was thanking him, the door flung open, and Damien left.Flora stood there, wide-eyed.“No way! Just how many days and you already got Damien’s attention? Girl, you are on fire!”Angelie rolled her eyes, but made sure Flora didn’t see it. What is it with this g
They stood there for a moment, longer than necessary, caught in the kind of silence that felt loud. Angelie was the first to glance away, trying to control her breathing. Her heart thumped like a drum in her chest, not because she was scared, but because this man had always had that effect on her.Jeffery broke the silence first. "How are you, Angelie?"His voice was low, but it sounded like a melody to her ears.“I’m good,” she said, voice softer than she intended.But she wasn’t. Not really. She hadn’t been good since the day she said "I do" to the wrong brother. Still, she didn’t want to seem weak, not in front of him.Angelie couldn’t explain the sudden rush of nerves. She felt like sixteen again, standing before her secret crush. Jeffery always had a way of disarming her, reducing her to the shy, unsure girl who once spilled coffee on his expensive suit and blushed for three days straight.“You came to see me… why?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes.Jeffery hesitated for a hea
"Engagement?" Jeffery said repeatedly, blinking as if he had misheard. His grandfather's words lingered awkwardly between them."I wasn’t joking when I said you need to get closer to Anita," Grandpa Lu said, swirling his glass in his hand, his face was still calm.“You’re not getting younger either.”Jeffery stood silent for a moment, his hands tucked neatly into his pockets. Calmly, and without raising his voice, he spoke, "Grandpa, I know you want the best for me, just like you wanted the best for Dad. But maybe, just maybe... if you hadn’t interfered so much in his life, he and my mother wouldn’t have lived so miserably."Grandpa Lu stiffened, but Jeffery’s tone remained respectful, his words calculated."Some things," Jeffery continued, "are better left to the people involved. Let me make my own mistakes, my own choices."There was a heavy silence.Jeffery exhaled and gave a slight bow of his head. "I’ll be in my room. Call me if you need anything, Grandpa."Without waiting for a
Angelie was trying to be careful with her words. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she also didn’t want to lead him on. Her fingers gently rested on her small belly, a soft gesture that said more than her words could ever do."You are a great part of our lives," she said slowly, looking into his eyes. "And we will always be grateful for that. But... I really want to do this journey alone. At least for now. Until I get myself together. If you know what I mean."Damien’s face dropped for a second, but he was quick to fix it with a smile. A fake one. One that didn’t quite reach his eyes."It’s okay," he said, standing up. "I understand. Just take your time. I’ll always be here when you need me."She nodded slowly, but she missed the dark shadow that flickered in his expression just before he turned away. He leaned over, gave her hand a small peck, and left without looking back.Angelie remained in her seat, staring into space. Maybe she was overthinking. Maybe Damien didn’t mean anything
Tim didn’t expect the question. It caught him so off guard that he simply stared at her for a moment before responding. The expression on Isabella’s face wasn’t curious or teasing; it was serious, and he had never seen her this serious."I honestly don’t know how to feel," he said finally, his voice lower than usual. "Maybe because both my parents are late... or maybe because I can’t imagine my dad ever dating someone younger than him. He loved my mum deeply. He looked at her like she was made of gold. The thought of him being with someone else, especially someone younger... it would’ve felt awkward, weird, even."Isabella didn’t respond immediately. She only nodded slowly, but Tim could tell her mind was going through a thousand things at once. She wasn’t just bringing this up for casual conversation. This was personal."Is your dad seeing someone younger?" he asked, now more focused.She nodded, and a small, bitter smile escaped her lips. "Yes, he is. He told me himself. And from th
Tim’s body moved before his mind could catch up. His instinct kicked in hard. He quickly slipped into the narrow space between a wall and a dumpster and stayed low. His breath was calculated, heart racing, but he needed to act smart.The footsteps kept coming. Whoever it was, they hadn’t noticed he was gone, the figure walked right past him.That was all the opening Tim needed.He picked up a loose metal rod lying nearby, rusty but solid. Stepping out behind the man, he grabbed him around the neck from behind, pressing the cold metal against the back of his head.“If you shout, I’ll blow your head off, and nobody will come for you,” he said.“Now talk, why are you stalking me?”The man froze; he didn’t expect the sudden change of events. He wasn’t tall, wasn’t built. He trembled immediately.“Please don’t hurt me,” the man cried out. “I was paid… to follow you.”“By who?”“Your girlfriend. Ju…Julia.”Tim felt something snap inside him, that was the last name he expected to hear, not li
Andrew’s mind was a furnace of confusion. He had heard enough. His mother’s words rang loud and clear in his ears, but it wasn’t comfort that followed them. Instead, panic, worry, doubt, and all of it had the face and voice of Rose, her words came echoing loud enough this time.He has not yet started driving himself around the city, but he didn’t want to use his mum’s driver either. He went outside the mansion, took a few strolls to the main road, and flagged down a taxi, “St. Thomas.” By the time he reached her apartment door, his breath was slightly uneven. He knocked, and she opened the door in one of her signature silk robes, wine-colored and short enough to reveal her fresh thighs and curvy hips.Rose tilted her head when she saw the seriousness in his eyes. "You look like someone just told you Santa Claus isn’t real. Come in, my love."He stepped inside, the faint scent of vanilla and lavender fragrance from the humidifier wrapping around him. Her place was cozy, filled with cre
Jeffrey quickly closed his iPad and looked up at his grandfather, who stood in the center of the office like a man whose world was slowly spinning out of control. Grandpa Lu had aged over the past few weeks, though he would never admit it. The tension, the stress, the sudden shifts in the company, it was all catching up to him.Grandpa placed a thick folder on the desk in front of Jeff and crossed his arms. “This madness has to stop,” he said, voice low but heavy. “We need a face behind this. Now.”Jeffrey scanned the documents inside and closed the file slowly, almost too calmly.“You know about this?” Grandpa snapped.Jeffrey nodded. “Grandpa, I’m the CEO of Lu’s Corporation. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if I didn’t?”“And you didn’t deem it fit to tell me?”Jeffrey sighed and leaned back in his chair. “And what? Spike your blood pressure? Put you in a hospital bed? We’re already on it, Grandpa. But whoever this is, they’re good. Too good. They know our weakest points, our key contract
"Son, what are you doing here?"Ms. Patricia stood still, her voice softer than usual, touched with rare emotion. She spread her arms, and Andrew walked into them. They hugged for a few seconds, tight and warm, before pulling apart."I wanted to surprise you," Andrew said, his voice tinged with a thick Spanish accent that revealed years of living in Mexico."Sit, son," she said, gesturing to the sofa.They sat together in the plush living room that radiated elegance. The walls were soft cream, the lighting low and golden, and every piece of furniture sat perfectly in place. Andrew looked around like he was searching for something."Your taste has always been good, Mum. I love the aesthetic," he said.Patricia smiled faintly. She had once dreamed of becoming an interior decorator. Fate had written another script for her, but the passion never left."Thank you, Andrew. How was your trip? You didn’t give me a heads-up that you were coming. I would have picked you up from the airport.""I
“You better start talking!” Julia's voice was slightly above high, she didn’t have her normal jovial look..Tim stood there with unbothered face, halfway through buttoning his shirt, unsure if it was too early for this kind of confrontation or if it was already too late. But one thing was certain, he wasn’t cut out for another shit of drama, is just too early for that.“I was here right after your closing time,” she continued, arms folded across her chest, her brows tightly knotted. “I waited for three good hours. Three! You didn’t show up, you didn’t call. Nothing. I had to go back home to my mum in the middle of the night because she needed my attention.”There was no calm in her tone, no patience either.Tim let out a breath, not of relief but of frustration. Lately, every conversation with Julia had become an argument, a stretch of war between logic and emotion. His relationship had begun to feel like another weight on his already heavy shoulders.“I went to a carnival,” he replie
Jeffrey burst through the door of the mansion, gripping Angelie’s hand as they ran inside. Their hearts were still pounding from the deep scream they heard inside, unsure of what awaited them. As they turned the corner to the staircase, his eyes locked onto Amaya, sprawled at the foot of the stairs, clutching her ankle in visible pain."Amaya!" Jeffrey rushed to her, dropping to his knees beside her. "Are you okay?"Amaya winced, her voice weak. "My leg... I think I twisted it. I can’t walk. I was trying to go to the kitchen and refill my jug with water... I slipped."Within seconds, the commotion had drawn the rest of the household. Morris, Lucas, Grandpa Lu, and Anita all hurried out, their footsteps echoing across the large space.Lucas was the first to get to her side. "Mum, what happened?"Morris scanned her ankle, now swollen. "Did you hit it hard? Are you sure it’s not fractured?""She probably twisted it coming down the stairs," Jeffrey said. He carefully lifted her in his arms
"Julia."Tim’s heart leaped into his throat as he stared at the woman across the crowd, her back turned, her hair styled the same way Julia always packed it, her frame strikingly familiar. He had no idea what he’d say if it were her. Maybe he’d stammer an apology or freeze altogether. But when she turned, everything inside him relaxed. It wasn’t Julia. Just someone who looked like her.He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he held, his chest finally loosening.Isabella appeared beside him, laughing lightly. "You okay there? You looked like you saw a ghost."Tim forced a smile. "Just... thought I recognized someone.""Well," she grinned, tugging on his sleeve, "come on. Let’s eat that!" She pointed excitedly at a street vendor handing out dried meat with spicy sauce.*******************The heavy door of a private jet opened. A woman stepped out in a sleek black dress that fell below her knees, her form-fitting jacket cinching at her body, long, thick hair flowed past her shoulders,