บททั้งหมดของ Crazy in Love : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The beat vibrates off the walls, and the drinks flow across the tables as fast as the bartenders can make them. They swayed to the rhythm, so sweaty bodies filled the dance floor. Replicas of different light colors sync with the music playing. I'm a bit drunk, but I still enjoy dancing. I don't even care what the fucked these people will say, and just enjoying my dumb fucking life. Tonight, I will drink a lot like I never have been. "Miss, are you okay? You look totally tanked up." She caught me because I was about to stumble. In an instant, I thought I was in heaven when I saw an angelic face, wearing the most respectable piece of clothes I have ever seen in every bar I am with every time I messed up. She is undeniably stunning, white, of average height, and sexy. I tried to stand up straight, though I was slightly unsteady. "I'm sorry, Ms., I'm a little groggy, but I can manage," I said as I drank my booze. "You may need some help. Will you mind if I escorted you?" Her smile wa

Hannah’s Perspective Yesterday was, without a doubt, one of the most regrettable moments of my twenty-three years. I was so overwhelmed by my own choices that I woke up promising never to let myself lose control like that again. I refuse to let my emotions lead me back to that state, especially not over someone like Billy. From this point forward, I am determined to move past these moments of weakness. It is eight o’clock in the evening, and I have just finished dinner. I am sitting in my living room with N*****x on—a common way to unwind when I am not busy with my design work. A gentle breeze flows in from the balcony, but despite the comfort of my home and the success of my career, a wave of loneliness hits me. On paper, I have everything I could want: a house, a stable job, and a life I built myself. As an only child, I was well-cared for by my parents, yet I still feel as though something vital is missing. I was preparing for bed when my phone lit up with a notification. Very fe

Hannah’s Point of View I couldn't deny that Ally was beautiful, but that didn't change the fact that I already resented her. She was clearly hiding something, and it involved my father. By the time I hit the road, it was already ten o’clock in the evening. A storm of questions raced through my mind as I drove toward my parents' house in Batangas, desperate for answers. What the hell was going on? What were they keeping from me? Who exactly was this girl, and how did she know my father? A dark knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. I desperately hoped my worst assumptions were wrong; I knew my mother couldn't handle another betrayal. My mind spun out worst-case scenarios as the highway rolled by. Was Ally my father's hidden child? Or was she his mistress? I hated thinking the worst of him, but the panic was real. He had cheated on Mom once or twice in the past, but somehow, they always managed to patch things over. We were still a family, after all. In a way, I always admired my mot

It was 9 in the evening when we reached. Blinking my eyes as I looked around, wondering where are we. I got out of the car before she attempted to open it. I can manage myself. Besides, She was right. We will get married on papers and terms, so there is nothing to act accordingly as we will not be a real couple. The fresh, soothing breeze against my skin, colliding with the waves not far away, enchanting my ear. Where did Ally take me? And I don't seem to know? "Come on, Hannah! Let's go inside. You'll catch a cold. I won't forgive myself if you get sick. ." She murmured, shivering. "Yes, I'm coming. You're domineering, don't you know that? Are you going to be like that to your mate?" I don't know why I said that, but I instantly darted out. "Oh really? So now you considered me your Wife?" broad smile, clearly liking what I said as we penetrated the beach house. # # # Moore's family owns this private beach resort here in Amanpulo, Ally's father. During my two weeks in the cond

Hannah’s Point of View The wedding venue was the Crimson Resort in Mactan, Cebu—yet another stunning private property belonging to the Moore family. Was this a wedding, or was it a slow suffocation? I couldn't wrap my head around how fast everything was moving. If running away had been an option, I would have sprinted without looking back. Father Cristof, a priest flying in from the UK, had been flew in specifically to officiate our ceremony, which was scheduled to begin shortly. There hadn't been enough time to organize a wedding in the UK due to strict international travel and safety protocols, so our parents decided to fast-track the entire event right here in the Philippines. Only our immediate families were in attendance. It was a strictly private, minimalist affair. I had no idea how they managed to orchestrate something this flawless on such short notice. Then again, when you have that much wealth, you can make absolutely anything happen—even a sudden marriage in a luxury r