Getting out of the cab, I rushed inside the tall skyscraper. Chad met me before the elevator. "She's still here. But I'm not sure which floor she is on," he said. His purple strands were ruffled, pointing to the amount of times he ran his fingers through them. "But she's not with Elizabeth, nor are there any meetings she needs to attend. Even Mr. De Sylvano isn't present." I frowned. She wasn't a shareholder of Rossa anymore, so she couldn't attend any meetings even if there were any. Then why was she here especially when Syl wasn't present? She knew very well he wouldn't tolerate her presence in Rossa at all. Only she can answer that. "Let's find out." I turned around and he followed. "But how? And may I know what she has done exactly? Why are you after her?" "I'm not after her, Chad. She is after me," I said, approaching the receptionist. "How?" "Later Chad." As the receptionist saw me approaching, she was instantly on her feet. A sweet smile lit her features. "Ms. Brook

My fists clenched as I stared at the picture. A picture they must have taken in their late teenage years. The adoration those blue eyes held as he held her in his arms felt like a stab in my heart. A rage ran through my blood. Rage and…jealousy. I was right. They had something between them. Maybe even…loved each other. And he didn't feel the need to tell me about it. All he said was they were good friends. Noticing my gaze, Roxanne quickly picked her phone. The way she averted her eyes and hurried inside the elevator told me her discomfort about me knowing their secret. Now her puppy eyes towards him made all sense.A burn in my chest made me grit my teeth. It was all in their past. Then why did it bother me that much? Maybe because she still had feelings for Syl? Or because the adoration I saw in his eyes for her back in the church row a seed of insecurity inside me? An emotion I shouldn't feel. Even if they weren't together anymore, some sparks were still there. Once I would lea

Slowly we approached the small round table decorated with a vase of tulips, covered dishes with lids and a bottle of champagne. And what surprised me was, there was a small bowl of almond cookies with sprinkled melted chocolate. He never forgets the cookies, does he? He knows how to melt my heart. My mouth twitched with a smile but I covered it with a glare. No matter what he did, I couldn't forget how he made me worry the whole day. And he had the guts to make me have a date with him by tricking me! When he pulled a chair, I thought it was for me. But to my surprise, he sat on it instead before pulling me on his lap. "Hey! What are you doing?" Nuzzling my neck, he groaned. A kiss on my sensitive skin behind my ear sent a shiver down my body. "Loving my queen. I haven't held you in my arms for the whole day. Do you know how torturous it was for me?" My eyes narrowed. "What about this morning?" "That was hours ago." When the pervert nuzzled his face in my chest, I gasped. Blo

Walking down the office corridor, I met Chad on the way. "You're late. They've already left," he said, giving me a look. "But anyways, the good news still stands.""Sorry, I had to go back to my apartment after the hospital." My neighbor had called me early in the morning to inform me about an anonymous woman visiting my floor last night and asking around about me when she didn't find me at home. She again showed up this morning and lingered outside my apartment for some time. But before I could reach there, she left. Odd. I wonder who she was?"Oh, how is Em and the baby? I couldn't go and see her yet due to my busy schedule," he asked. "They're perfectly fine. She can't stop swooning over her son." I chuckled. They named their son Archer. Archer Valencian. A very serious and moody baby who glared at everyone around him with those round gray eyes. "Anyways, what's the good news? And why did the manager of Glamour House want to see me?" I raised a brow. His features brightened

The thunder cracked outside in the stormy night as I hid under the wooden old staircase. Soaked in my own sweat, with my heart pounding in my chest, I kept my hand over my mouth not to make a sound. Just a dimmed light in the small living room provided some light in the dark house. The creak of the staircase made my heart jolt. "I know you're here, beautiful. Come on, don't hide from uncle Mathew. Your mommy is not here, you don't need to be afraid."A drop of perspiration rolled down my nape as tears fell from my eyes. Another thunder cracked, causing me to flinch back against the wall. A silent cry escaped my mouth. This was the first time I prayed with all my being for Theresa to come back home. As bad as she was, at least this man wouldn't be able to touch me in her presence. "Come on, beautiful. My little flower, come out. Uncle Mathew won't hurt you, I promise. Now stop this hide and seek game," he drawled. I could see his shadow moving into the living room. Hugging my legs