Angela's POV“Class, I would like you to meet your new classmate.” Miss Cassandra, my new homeroom lecturer beckoned me to come inside the class.Holding the straps of my backpack, I walked inside and stood in the front of the class. “G-Good Morning, I’m Angela Santos. Nice to meet you all.”My new classmates didn’t react at all, which I find amusing because my previous classmates are more aggressive and fond of giving welcoming ceremonies to new students.“Miss Santos, you can take your seat next to Mr. Burminghan and Miss Stark.” Miss Cassandra said to me, while pertaining to the seat at the back where a boy who seems to be drawing something on his sketch pad and a girl smiling widely at me are sitting.“Yes, Miss Cassandra.”With my head lowered, I went straight to the last row and sat in between my two new classmates.“Hi Angela.” The girl with a short hair and full bangs said to me as soon as I sit. She looks much younger than me becaus

Lucy’s POVI combed my hair using my fingers and re-touched my make up. I was astounded by my own beauty just by looking at my hand mirror. Why can’t Lucifer like me? I’m the prettiest girl here at my school!I put some red lipstick on my lips before I took the blue lunchbox inside my car and marched up the stairs going to the rooftop. I’m sure he’s there. Duh, I always go there every single day just to give him some food that I cooked or baked. Well, yeah. I know I’m not that fond of cooking and baking but what can’t I do for the only man that I love?I opened the door of the rooftop and I instantly saw a handsome man, wearing a white shirt inside a black leather jacket paired with black jeans and his signature timberland black shoes while he’s laying on one of the benches with his eyes shut closed.I admired him for a minute before I finally walked towards him.“Good Morning, Lucifer.” I greeted happily.He opened his eyes and looked at me w

Lucy’s POVChocolate Muffins, broiled chicken, and mango pie.  That’s what I prepared for the man I love for today. Those are the foods that he would probably eat. Yeah, I know that he won’t accept it that’s why I already made at least 5 sets of each dish. I spent my whole night in the kitchen. My mom even asked me to stop doing it because Lucifer won't alccept it anyway but I just ignored her. I’ll give it to him until he gets tired of refusing me and had no choice but to just accept it with all his heart.I’ll never stop chasing him until he stops chasing after that social climber. If that woman was able to seduce Lucifer, then how can’t I? I'm way prettier than her and way sexier than her. She doesn't even fit the qualifications of a model in the cheapest magazine. Not to mention the way that she dress, ew. Every time that I see her wearing those cheap clothes of her, I badly want to puke.Holding two big lunchboxes in both of my

Rafael’s POVI was surprised from the moment that I heard Lucy’s voice coming from the school speaker. She’s crying. And I am certain that Lucifer is the only one behind it. He likes Angela that’s why he badly wants her to come back and be with him.I balled my hand into a fist.I shouldn’t have let Angela close to him. I know how much Lucy is going foolish for that guy who doesn’t even give her even a tinge of attention. I already know it all. The reason why Angela shifted class. And the reason why Lucy have changed. It’s all Lucifer’s fault. He’s the only one to blame for this. He ruined everything. He ruined Angela and Lucy’s friendship. He ruined Angela’s life.I’m not going to let him get Angela away from me. He can’t do that. I will never let him do that.From the entrance of the stairs going to the rooftop, five bulky men are standing holding baseball

Angela’s POVI followed Lucifer as soon he stepped outside the helicopter. The plane automatically left as soon as we stepped out.We’re now standing in front of a house. The house is a craftsman style bungalow with a gabled roof and has horizontally protruding dormer windows.  Decorative flared columns support the gabled front porch, complete with exaggerated soffit overhang.“W-Where are we?” I asked him.“In front of my house.” He plainly replied.“Your house?”Again? I mean, how many houses do they have? It seems like they have a house at each place. Do they own all the house here in the country?“Follow me.” He ordered.I looked around the place as we walked. It seems like this house is in a countryside. There’s a huge range of amenities within the area, together with some outstanding natural settings and several reservoirs, with walks and bridleways littered with views from elevated hillside viewpoints. Addin