"She was adopted?" I inquired with a focused gaze at Rosa. Following my question, the two girls remain quiet, none of them seems to want to answer what I asked. I guess their silence means Alice was indeed adopted. The thought of her stand in the family kept amusing me with the way she acted rudely towards me last night. So, she was just their adopted daughter? I was baffled. "Miss beautiful, go take your bath quickly. The time is against us." Kate said, and I gently stepped into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I came out, all my hair wet. Both of them moved closer to me and made me sit in front of the mirror, as they attended to all my needs without making me lift a finger. Rosa that went out a while ago suddenly walked back into the room; "This is the dress you will be putting on." She uttered as she pointed to the black glitter dress on her left arm. "Oh, thank you," I gently collected it from her hands, and stared intensely at the dress. It's a long black dress, covered
"Mom," Alice called out with a low grunt as she moved closer to Mrs Dela Cruz. I couldn't believe my eyes, seeing how Alice instantly switched her evil mood to a victim one. My mind was racing with thoughts of how I could explain what had happened to Mrs Dela Cruz. I had simply commented how Alice was adopted because I was furious. But Alice had taken it the wrong way. Before I could even begin to speak, Alice broke into mischievous sobbing and ran to our mom, telling her how I had treated her badly and called her "adopted."My heart sank as I watched my mom's face turn from confusion to anger. "How dare you call her adopted? You have no right whatsoever to do so!" Mrs Dela Cruz yelled angrily."I'm sorry, it won't repeat itself anymore," I pleaded, not wanting to drag the issue. I can only blame Alice for everything. I can see how evil she can be and I need to avoid her at all costs. Kate and Rosa quickly left, leaving the three of us alone. I guess they don't want to get into
ANDREA POVI could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood outside my boyfriend's apartment door. I had a key, but something inside of me just couldn't bring myself to use it. As I debated whether or not to knock, the door swung open and my boyfriend, Ethan, stood there with a guilty look on his face."Hey," he said, his voice shaky."What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sinking feeling in my stomach."I can explain," he said quickly, stepping aside to reveal a young woman sitting on his couch, looking unconcerned.The woman looked at me with a smug smile on her face. "Oh, you must be the girlfriend. Don't worry, sweetheart, he'll come back to me soon enough."I felt my blood boil as I heard her words. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?"Ethan tried to intervene. "Andrea, please calm down. Let's talk about this later."But it was too late. The anger had taken over, and I wasn't going to back down. "No, Ethan. We need to talk about this now. Y
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring, my head pounding like a jackhammer. As I reached for my phone to turn it off, the memories of last night came flooding back. I had gone out to a bar with Samantha to try and forget about my ex, but instead, I found myself making out with a stranger at a hotel. It wasn't something I was proud of, but it had happened. "Andrea!" I could hear my aunt Clara yelling my name from the kitchen, trying to get me to come join them for breakfast—which was probably because I was already late for work. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, trying to shake off the fog in my head. As I looked in the mirror, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. What had I done? How could I have been so reckless? Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the hurt I had caused myself and the one Ethan caused me. I knew I had to go to work, but the thought of facing anyone made me want to crawl back into bed
I sit in the back of the cab, staring out the window as the city whizzes by. The streetlights blur into a stream of yellow, and the sound of the engine drones on like a constant hum in the background. My mind is preoccupied, however, with thoughts of my friend who left me last night with some random guy and hasn't contacted me since.I can't help but feel a sense of worry mixed with frustration. How could she just leave like that? We were supposed to have a girls' night out, but she got swept up at the moment and now I'm left alone, wondering where she is and if she's okay.I take a deep breath and try to push the thoughts out of my head. Maybe she's just sleeping it off and will call me later. Maybe she's fine and I'm just being paranoid. But the longer I sit in silence, the more my mind races with questions and doubts.The cab slows down at a red light, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My eyes look tired, and there are dark circles under them. I know I should
With everything going on right now, I hadn't even considered the guest I'd be interviewing the next morning.My main concern right now is finding out where Max is. He takes a drug every night at 9:00 p.m. to relieve the pain in his throat.I have no idea what will happen to him if he doesn't take the drug for a day. This is yet another reason why we must see him tonight.I reached the motel after a thirty to forty-minute ride.Seeing how the ladies dressed up while exposing their bodies made me realize I hadn't changed out of my office outfit.I was the only one who stood out among the other ladies at the motel. Without further ado, I went outside to meet one of the men."Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man?" I inquired, pointing to the image."Get this off my face!" He yelled at me, which I didn't notice when I yanked away from him.I approached almost everyone outside, but no one was interested in talking to me. I stood outside the motel feeling helpless. But this is not the righ
I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights assaulting my vision. I had a throbbing headache, and my body felt heavy and sluggish. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my chest, and I gasped.My eyes take in every ray of light in the unfamiliar room, and without a doubt, I know I've slept too long. The noises I heard are of a day in full swing, traffic-heavy.As I looked around, I realized I was in a hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic filled the air. Memories of the night before were hazy, and I struggled to remember what had happened.I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my mind was blank. I had no idea how I ended up in the hospital, or why I was there. Panic set in as I wondered if something terrible had happened to me with that strange guy.I looked around the room, searching for any clues to what had happened. My purse was on the bedside table, and I rummaged through it, hoping to find so
My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up.The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview.I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy."Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!I felt my face turn red with embarrassment as I thought about how unprofessional and inappropriate my behavior had been. How could I face him after what had happened? What if he remembered me? Of course, he will after two encounters! As I tried to compose myself and gather my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if my actions had ruined my chances of getting a good story out of him? What if I had blown my shot at advancing my career?I took a deep breath and reminded myself to stay focused. No matter what happened