บททั้งหมดของ Hottie Series #1: Ricko Gardenan: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her. Hillary is well-known to have pushed her family's company rankings, where she managed to trample on two of the most influential 'Big five' after two years of her reign that's still a mystery to everyone. And so her title as the 'rising phoenix' begins. Inside the walls of the renowned Marquez's main mansion, a three years old boy was hidden from the prying eyes of the media. A boy whose eyes were like the deepest part of

Ten meters away from the Marquez mansion is where the front garden rests, the blooming flowers were perfectly placed by rows and columns as they were molded into different shapes, yet creating an illusion of a plain snow field in a far distance, where barely a mistake of imperfection is impossible for a naked eye to spot.The flowers were radiant in the morning planted from the rich and fertilized soil imported from the Capital of Shangwei. The hot breeze, rustle and brush through the branches of the trees in the corner, causing the rotten leaves to fall and flew away in one direction. With the identical height of the pine trees, it covered and over towered the high fences as it gave off a masterpiece like the nature's fine artwork itself, its fine shadows blending through the scenery.The freshly bloomed white tulips blossomed without effort and the ends of its transparent petals stretched remarkably, lively and welcoming the fine weather in the morning as they glow u

Kieran's veins pulse in displeasure. Time is gold, what in the world are they slacking for?  "You heard my mother, now leave." He grits his teeth beneath his lips, impatiently, glaring towards a servant in front of him.The sight of his knitted brows paired with his calm and distant expression made the servant gulp her saliva again. "Right away." She immediately excuse herself. Why does it feel like she just received a threat? Was she going to get fired?Butler Yang sighs inside his head, surely the young maid was now flustered. He invites the upset child over to bath as the boy clearly values time the most and he definitely despises the idea of servants standing in one place with the heiress.His ears heard faint murmurs behind, causing him to look back, shushing the two disrespectful young maidens who remained in his side to assist the young boy as the other two prepared the heiress's bath and one was entrusted to pass the heiress's demand to the head che

“What’s wrong mother?” Kieran mumbles worriedly when he caught her staring at him.Hillary shakes her head, “Nothing.”Under the burning sun, two figures stood beside an extravagant car. A woman, with exquisite features one has never seen in the small City of Yuro and a child, owning such piercing and cold eyes that could be mistaken of a person who had lived longer than their forefathers and mothers.His frosty eyes had a story to tell of resentment and anger and every person who passed near them could not avoid but glance and settle their eyes on them with admiration as some threw envious gazes, but despite the difference of their judgments, one thought occupied all their heads 'they must be foreigners' as they have never seen such people carrying strong and prominent features around the city. Just one close look and they could distinguish the strong gene connection between the young lady and the child in her arms.The amus

The old chauffeur from the next car in line behind the Bentley had the same thought circling around his head. He didn't dare to honk the car horn like an impatient brute wanting to scald the name of the powerful general. He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears.He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him.A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat with her usual glamorous and placid mystique.Ta