AUTHOR’S POV Jamie stepped inside, swaying lightly in his fitted trousers, eyes scanning the room as he continuously flipped his imaginary 32-inch bone straight. His gaze found Tessa immediately. “Oh, darling, there you are,” he said, lips pursed. “Don Pedro is here.” Tessa flickered, a bit startled. She didn’t expect him to be here so fast. “He’s what?” Jaime nodded, leaning against the wall with flair. “He’s in his office. He wants to see you. Now. And he doesn’t look happy.” Camila’s eyes widened. “Tessa what did you do?” she whispered. Tessa felt her heart thud. She stood slowly, straightening her blouse. “I’ll be back.” As she walked past Jaime, he gave a dramatic sigh. “Good luck. If anyone needs me, I’ll be by the coffee machine… .” Back at her desk, Camila sniffled one last time, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She glanced at Jaime, who was still leaning lazily against the wall. “Jaime, please,” she called softly, “can you get me a cup of coffee?” He b
Authors POVTessa and Camila arrived at Miss Rosetta, a stylish designer store Jamie had recommended earlier; one of the reasons why Monterrey has thrived was the amount of excellent talent thriving in the city. The boutique was renowned for its carefully curated selection of unique fashion pieces and accessories mastered by the one and only Rosetta Valdez, making it a favourite among the city’s elite class. The elegant displays and warm lighting created an inviting atmosphere that promised a luxurious shopping experience. Jamie was having the most fun, it was evident in the big smile lighting up his face as he welcomed them.As they stepped inside, Jamie was already waiting for them, his eyes beaming with excitement.“Ladies,” Jamie greeted with a dramatic flourish, “welcome to fashion paradise! Tessa, you must thank Camila for bribing me with the opportunity to pick a few things for myself before I recommended this place. But now, I must thank you for making my dream of shopping her
A comfortable silence settled over them until Jamie perked up. “So, what’s the occasion? Why are we shopping today?”Camila grinned. “Tessa is going on a dinner date with her husband.”Jamie gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “A date night with Don Pedro? We must find you the perfect outfit!”As they continued their search, a familiar voice called out. “Tessa?”Tessa turned, surprised to see George approaching them. “George? What in the hell are you doing in Monterrey?”She quickly introduced Jamie and Camila to George. “This is George, a friend I met in the Virgin Atlantic Islands.”“Nice to meet you George.” Camila and Jamie chorused,"“Nice to meet you guys,” George said, kissing Camila on her hand and extending a handshake towards Jamie, which he playfully refuses.“I don’t shake men,” Jamie whispered in admiration. “Don’t I deserve a kiss on the hand as well?”“My apologies,” George playfully takes Jamie’s hand. “No, I don’t kiss men.” He drops Jamie’s hand after blowing an i
Author’s POVIt was a few minutes past noon when Don Pedro strode into the conference room at Solana Towers with so much pride and, of course, his bodyguards. The room’s minimalist décor and large floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the company’s parking lot—quite impressive, Pedro thought as he looked around. At the head of the table sat Mr. Rafael Alejandro, the CEO of Solana Towers, flanked by key members of his executive team on both sides of the table. They all wore a smile on their faces. The room was busy with quiet anticipation.Pedro paused at the door, adjusted his suit, and offered a polite yet curt apology. “I do not like to apologise, but for what it’s worth, please accept my apologies for my lateness,” he said, nodding respectfully to Rafael.Rafael smiled thinly and replied, gesturing Pedro to sit from where he sat, “No matter, Don Pedro. We are pleased you could join us. Now, let us begin.”Taking a seat at the table, Pedro’s eyes roved over the set-up
AUTHOR’S POV Pedro could not seem to get Adrianna out of his mind. She must be cursing him out now for that shorthanded review he gave her proposal, he thought. It was already afternoon when Don Pedro’s black car drove around Monterrey, he had requested for the drive around. This was after he had visited the plantation and the meeting with the new recruits for the plantation had been long and stressful. He was not pleased with the level of production at the plantation and needed to clear his mind a bit. He tried to think about something else as he was still upset about the presentation, but a message from earlier needed his attention. Pedro picked up his phone and dialled swiftly. After a few rings, Diego’s gruff voice came through. Pedro’s voice was clipped. “Diego, it’s me. Hand the phone to Ms Norah, will you?” A pause, and then Diego replied, “Yes, boss. I’ll pass it on.” The phone changed hands, and almost immediately a shrill, indignant voice burst forth, echoing
AUTHORS POVREGINAMonday evenings were for relaxation, and if Regina had an actual job, it would have probably validated her timely desire for a blissful evening indulgence at any of her favourite relaxation spots, one with Franco, of course. But that seemed impossible until he proposed some special treat. Regina had planned to spend the morning at the beauty salon; a little self-indulgence won’t hurt, she had thought. But since sweet Franco promised her a dinner in a private restaurant somewhere outside town, what better way to enjoy her evening with the man she loves? So she waited. Although he had mentioned he was going to run a quick errand there for Pedro and had an hour or so to spare. They simultaneously agreed that La Reina De Belleza Beauty Saloon and Spa was going to be their pickup point. They didn’t want any suspicions. Dressed in a simple dress and with minimal makeup, she stepped out of her room.She lowkey prayed not to run into Dame Rossa, hoping she would be fully e
AUTHOR'S POVDo as he says? As what?His lapdog?A robot?She did not understand. That sentence, “Do as he says,” irritated her to the depths of eternal damnation.Regina hesitated, biting her lip as she considered her choices to either stand there and waste her time having a back-and-forth with Dame Rossa or agree to his offer just to end the conversation. After a brief silence, she sighed, “Okay, fine. Where is your car?"Dame Rossa waved a hand dismissively and pointed toward the entrance, where a black car was parked. “It is parked outside; where else would it be?” she said curtly. Then, as if switching the subject entirely, Dame Rossa directed her attention to Pablo. “Pablo, please do ensure you communicate the date of your proposal to Regina. It is time we moved forward.”Pablo nodded politely. “I will, Aunt. You have my word.”Dame Rossa pursed her lips, then turned and strode toward one of the corridors leading to her room. Regina and Pablo exchanged a glance. Regina’s eyes we
AUTHORS POV When they reached the parking lot, Pablo walked ahead slightly and opened the passenger door of his car. He gestured politely for her to step in. Regina paused in her tracks for a moment, frowned, then walked to the door, shut it violently, and opened it herself. “See, I have hands, and they are working; I can open my own doors,” she rapidly said, sliding into the black leather seat. Why did he open the door for her like that? Who did he think he was, and what was he trying to prove? For what it’s worth, she could open her own doors. She had been doing it for years now—since the day her ex-boyfriend, Cedro Cortez, left her standing there in that church like a fool all those years ago. Since the day she realised that sweet gestures didn’t mean love. They meant nothing if the man behind them was a coward like Franco. It should’ve been Franco opening that door. And the idea of meeting him secretly began to irritate her. The one who should’ve held her hand in front of Da
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she counted in her head, how much time she had so she could go check on Regina. The silence in her room was too loud. The shadows cast by the bedside lamp stretched across the walls like silent watchers, the shadow reflection of other objects the room looked like they were whispering loudly, echoing the weight in her chest. Her mind kept replaying George’s words from earlier at the supermarket, and every time, they struck a nerve she’d tried so hard to numb. Her ringed finger throbbed with guilt. The blood diamond sparkled none the less. For a second she wondered who she was, questioned who she had become over the last few months that seemed to drag on forever. She used to be fierce and quick minded, how did she become so soggy? Could it be Aunt Norah’s absence? She thought. So what would become of me if she was actually no more? Become any mans puppet? Talk more of a man like pedro? Her pho
AUTHORS POVThe atmosphere inside Regina's room changed from the moment Dame Rossa stepped inside; it was almost suffocating. And for seconds that slipped into minutes, Regina tried all she could to hold herself together. The ancient of days clock ticked away loudly in the background; for Regina, it was a painful reminder that time was slipping through her fingers and she needed to tell Pablo her truth.Dame Rossa sat beside Regina, her eyes darted around the room, softened with concern."My dear," she said, reaching out to pat Regina’s hand gently, "Pablo told me you have not been taking his calls."Regina blinked, feeling a strange chill wash over her. Had she?It struck her then — the last few days and hours had been a haze. The pain, the shame, and the constant battle with herself had consumed her so much that she hadn’t noticed the persistent beeping of her phone. She had unknowingly, absentmindedly ignored him."I'm so sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
AUTHORS POVTessa walked briskly through the long corridor; she didn't even wait for Pedro despite the fact that he had told her to wait. She just wanted to get to Regina as fast as she could. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she approached Regina’s room, like a gloomy pendant hung over her neck. She paused for a brief moment at the door, took a deep breath, then quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut. Regina was curled up in one corner of her bed, her small frame almost swallowed by the large, plush duvet. She looked so fragile, so unlike her usual lively self, that Tessa’s heart clenched painfully. The evil men do to women, she said in her mind.Tessa closed the door softly behind her and approached the bed. “Regina…” she called gently, sitting at the edge of the mattress. “Have you eaten anything today? Or at least had some vegetables? You need to keep yourself nourished, for your sake and the baby’s.”Regina stirred, her fac
AUTHORS POV Tessa hurried back from the supermarket, clutching her handbag tightly, it had begin to drizzle in trickles. She was glad to have made it back it time just as the rain began to fall in small drops. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation with George, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had barely stepped onto the steps of the office building when she spotted Pedro standing just outside the glass doors, deep in conversation with three well-dressed men. Her jaws dropped. They were all laughing, their expensive suits seemed unruffled under the soft evening breeze the rain brought with its fall. Tessa paused for a heartbeat, considering slipping around the side entrance to avoid them. But Pedro’s sharp eyes had already caught her. “Ah, here she is,” Pedro said with a proud smile, beckoning her over. Tessa swallowed her nerves and walked towards them, she hated the noise her heels made against the floor while she walked. As she got closer, she caught snipp
AUTHORS POVTessa was sorting through a pile of boring paperwork on her desk when her phone started vibrating loudly against her table and honestly, she didn’t want any more business related calls. It had been a long day and she just wanted to wrap up and leave, Camila and Jamie had already left together and Pedro had asked her to stay back so they can go together. After the phone had rung twice, She glanced at the screen and froze.It was Regina.She answered immediately. “Regina?”On the other end of the line, Regina was crying so hard that Tessa could barely make out her words.“You didn’t reply my message,” Regina sobbed, voice breaking in between hiccups. “I sent you a message and you didn’t reply… you left me all alone.”Tessa’s chest tightened with guilt. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, standing up from her chair.“I’m so sorry, Regina,” she said gently. “I wasn’t near my phone. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear.”Regina’s breathing was ragged, her words tumbling ou
AUTHORS POV Regina sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. The late afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over her room, but she felt none of its warmth as nervousness and anxiety painfully seeped through her. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, but now that Franco was standing in front of her, smirking lazily as if he already knew what she was about to say, the words tangled on her tongue. She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. “You have been silent since you called me here, it leaves me wondering what’s going on in your mind” he said dryly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, Franco said nothing. His face held no facial expressions, and Regina clung to a shred of hope that he might reach for her, smile, tell her it would all be alright. Instead,
AUTHORS POV The return to the office after lunch was a slow, dragging affair. The sun beat down on the building, the air was sticky, and the workers moved with a sluggishness that mirrored Tessa’s heavy steps as they made a beeline for their respective duty post. Shortly after Jamie leaves for his desk, Tessa and Camila had barely settled at their desks when a sharp knock sounded on the glass door of their section. It was Andrew, one of Don Pedro’s personal messengers, standing stiffly with a small notepad in his hand. “Camila,” he said, his voice very formal. “The boss wants to see you. Right away.” Camila, who was just booting up her computer, slightly frowned and looked at Tessa. Tessa’s heart skipped oddly. “Why?” Tessa asked before she could stop herself. Andrew shrugged. “No idea. He just said to bring her.” Camila gave Tessa a reassuring little smile, smoothed her blouse, and stood up. “It’s probably work-related,” she muttered. “No big deal.” But Tessa’s stomach twist
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s