All Chapters of Her Raging Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 I looked at the grand chandelier hanging on the ceiling that is shining because of its own blinding embellishments coming from the big expensive precious stones that are designed around it. The lights from the big circular bulb on each of the sides of the building also cast a glow on it.  "Because life fucks me big time," I muttered softly.  "Ay! Holy guacamole cow! Femella! Here comes the man that will tear away all of my collection of Victoria's Secret panty! Girl, look at him!" said Chino who I doubt if what I said registered to him. He did not look at me because he was so busy gawking at the guy who is meters away from us. Chino seemed like hyperventilating because of his muffled shouts while moving his body in a very awkward manner. His hand is on his mouth while stomping his feet on the floor. I just rolled my eyes at his sight. Here comes the most difficult and arrogant

I tugged at the helm of my see-through silver nightgown as I surveyed myself in the full-length mirror inside the exclusive room in the club that is intended for me. I look majestic with the way the flimsy material of the night slip hugged my curves in the right proportion.  I let my black hair down to cover my whole exposed back. The gown is a backless transparent halter-styled one and I'm not wearing any bra inside so anyone can have a free viewing of my perky nipples beneath the gown which leaves nothing to the imagination of everyone. My breasts were in full view down to my waist and hips all and all the way down to my creamy thighs. I'm wearing a red lacy panty just enough to cover my femininity which is something my gown which reached my ankle failed to do. I put on a strappy black sandals and as always, I'm good to go.  I reached for the black coat in the dresser and pulled it on me. I went in front of the vanity mirror and

Fast cars, fast women, fast life. This is the kind of life I've been living since time immemorial. At the age of 27 years old, I pretty got everything money can buy. I got houses, cars, condos, properties here and abroad, yachts and other material things. Name a flashy thing, I have it. I also have expanded my chains of hotels in every part of the country and in other parts of Asian countries. I am also planning to put up branches in Europe. It's a joint program with another Philippine-owned company. I need them because it takes a great maneuver to penetrate their market. The competition there is very tight and upscale. There are more competitors there than here.  "Mr. Fuentebella, here's your car key." The man who approached me earlier handed me back my keys. I accepted it and put them in my pockets. "Thanks." I turned around towards the stairs that leads to the way out of the ground floor of the club. Ah, so much

I stood up from my swivel chair and went to the mini bar in my office. I needed a drink. Five hours of sitting and getting down to business without a taste of my favorite cognac Camus Cuvee 5.150 is not giving me even an ounce of pleasure. I forgot to bring one in the middle of an online meeting with our European counterparts which lasted for almost three hours. I couldn't leave the forum even just for a second because of succeeding calls from the consultants in Japan. I was planning to take the famous capsule hotel to the Philippines and Japan being the pioneer of this is the perfect place to start. Capsule hotel or pod hotel offers cheap overnight accommodation for guests and tourists who cannot afford for expensive hotels. The room is small hence the name capsule. I know that the idea has been pitched in from left and right but I wanted to give it a bit of a twist. I'll make it into a more culturally inclusive concept to suit the taste of

"Nay Paz! It's Mabmab." "Mab Mab? Maverick Fuentebella? My child? Mab Mab, is it really you? My Mab Mab! Come! Come! Come in, children."  Maverick unlocked the bolts in the gate and gently pushed me inside the lawn before coming beside me again and closing the gate behind us just to get my hand and pull me to the house. He kissed the old lady's head and he motioned me to do the same which I reluctantly did. "You sit down. Have you eaten dinner already? Why didn't you call me? You two stay here and relax first while I heat the food. Your Tatay Miguel cooked special adobo." "No problem, Nay." She disappeared from my sight into the dark door on the right of the kitchen. I'm guessing it's a back door. Crossing my arms on my chest, I averted Maverick's eyes and stared hard at the floor as if it would start speaking to me.   "Are we going to do it to