Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lust Contracts: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

There was nothing there apart from a sign bearing his name on his table that would tell the tale that Brandon was the owner of this room. This did not quite match with the memory that I had of him but then I knew best that people could change. “Sit down,” Brandon commanded as he sat down on one of the sofas. I took the seat opposite him and knew that serious business starts now. Brandon looked at me with his grey eyes before he sighed while I waited for him to speak. “The board of directors and some representative of the shareholders will be here later today in the afternoon,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll just wait here or something…” I quickly said reassuringly. “That’s not it. They’re here with the sole purpose of seeing you,” Brandon quickly corrected. “To see me?” I asked incredulously. Why would important people like that want to see me? I had nothing to do with Renox…right? “More precisely, they’re here to see my fiancée to make sure that she really exists. It’s so stupid

**My University Days**The first day of university that I had worked so hard for was a gloomy day with dark clouds. That didn’t make me look forward to my time at university any less that I initially did. After getting accepted into the business school of one of the leading universities in the country, it was an added bonus that one of my friends from high school also made it. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that she also made it because we had studied hard together in order to make it. I had to say that I was pleasantly surprised that another girl from my class was aiming to major in business in university like I did. Perhaps it was common for girls in other schools but the girls in my school usually took the marriage route or attending major in the arts. Her name is Francia, and she had been attending the same high school as me; however, we did not get close to each other until we found out that we shared the same goal for university. Although I would like to say that Francia was tru

“Miss Elena are you truly in love with Brandon?” an old man with a white beard asked. No…but for the sake of repaying my debt…yes…“It’s a little embarrassing to say it out loud but…I am indeed very much in love with him. Unlike my first marriage, I hope with all my heart that my second marriage will be for love and no other reason,” I said before smiling humbly and then bowing my head slightly. Glancing up, I could tell that the board members seemed satisfied with my response. Various of them nodded. Even if they didn’t like my story, I was sure that they at least believed that Brandon and I are dating right now. “I guess that’s more than enough interrogation for my beautiful girlfriend for the day. I wouldn’t want to put a frown on her pretty face,” Brandon cut in as he could sense that the audience seemed to have had their fill. Suddenly, Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist and began hugging me from behind to the surprise of everyone in the room. I turned my head back a li

“Thank you so much, Brandon. I would have liked to say that I didn’t want it back, but I guess I do. I know I don’t need these luxurious things after I lost them, but it still feels so good to see them all back together like this…” I thanked him honestly. “You always hated losing your things, right?” Brandon whispered from above my head. His tone was so gentle that it brought tears to my eyes. This is bad, I’m going to start crying for real.“Thank you…” I whispered as I stared up into his grey eyes. “Don’t start crying. You’re supposed to be over the moon happy about this and you better be. This all costed a small fortune,” Brandon said in a mocking huff. I smiled knowingly at him. It was a small miracle that he managed to buy back everything for me; however, that didn’t mean that I felt comfortable taking it back. “You know, I’m just glad that the collection has been kept together. However, I don’t think I can accept this gift after all,” I said honestly. “Who says I’m handing

Despite my brilliant display of courage in front of EROS, the issue of the script bothered me greatly. That night, I ate almost a pint of ice cream by myself as I sat on the floor of my room and leaned my back against my bed. I hated my stress-eating habits. Honestly, I’ve never succumbed to this before in years. It wasn’t even this bad when George passed away. I stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth before sucking on the spoon, feeling the cold stainless against my tongue. That night I went to sleep with dreams of various scenes that might appear in the script that the director would mail over. I thought my imagination had run quite wild in my dreams as I dreamt up various classic romantic scenes from movies that I’ve seen before. However, I was about to find out that my imagination couldn’t beat that of a professional scriptwriter. The next day was another day with EROS and his manager at the agency. Since I didn’t sleep very well the night before, I had a slight hea