Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Rival's Desire: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

"Sir, should I follow her?" "No, not today. She looks like she's having a rough time." Emille leaned back in his car, resting his head on the headrest."Fabiola…" he called her name out loud. He really wished to sit down and have a casual conversation with her, but fate had other plans. She would not even look at his face for more than two seconds. Perhaps, if he'd met her again right now, she'll probably not recognize him."Sir, should we wait here?" His driver asked."Yes, hold on a little, I think I want to gaze at her one more time." He said the later part more to himself.Emille lingered around the restaurant until Mila walked out.Every step she took, she emitted concentration. He could not help but admire her from a distance.All these months, he'd been sending other people to get her, to no avail. But not this time. He decided that it was time to get her himself. There was one person standing in his way….The Grandmaster. When Emille got back to base yesterday evening a

"Tornado! Fabiola!'' Carl snapped his finger in front of Mila, bringing her back to reality."Where's your brain?" A tear ran down from her eyes.She quickly caught it and wiped it off, but was still slow, Carl noticed it…her red face could not lie either."Hey, what is wrong?" Carl approached her with a worried look and a deeply concerned voice.Fabiola cleared her throat, "Nothing, I need to go!" She abruptly stood up on her feet and pushed her way past him, swallowing the remainder of her tears.She hated this new side of her___soft and emotional, all of this because of Brantley. 'Where the hell do all these tears come from when my tear ducts have been a desert all these years?' she could not help but ponder mentally."Hey, cut the crap, Fabiola!" Carl grabbed her hand and pulled her back.She shrugged her arm, trying to get away from him, but he pulled her in his arms and engulfed her."Stop fighting," he whispered softly in ear.The tears, suppressed emotions, anger, disappointm

"Do you think that I am stupid! I know that you work here at night under a disguise, I even saw you beat up that Monty guy! Oh, you thought I would not recognize you with heavy make-up and a fake blonde?" Brant fired.Mila froze! She unconsciously dropped his hand.Linda was lost. She had no idea what they were talking about, but she knew that things just got pretty messy."Ma'am, are you ok?" A guard approached them.Guess they caused one hell of a scene.The guard's voice brought her back from dreamland. "Yeah, I'm cool." She cleared her throat when her voice came off crooked, not taking her eyes off Brant.'This exactly what pop's meant by, I have to work on controlling my emotions.' Her mind sped kilometers away. Her facial expression had already betrayed her, so she could not actually deny it, but…."How did you know that I was Phoebe by then? Hold up, but you said I beat up Monty? I barely get in contact with him while working at the bar." She did not flip her countenance, but sh

"And who are you to her?" Emille asked."Nothing you should be concerned about." Mila replied quickly."Her boyfriend!" Brant added simultaneously.A deep frown lined Mila's temple, she slowly turned her face and glared daggers at Brant.Brant ignored her pissed off glare.Emille raised his brows questioningly.Linda bit her tongue, suppressing her words. They all could feel the tension brewing between the estranged couple.Somehow, the crowd had dispersed.Randolph had arrived, Linda's driver and a bodyguard too were around.It was a showdown of personal security, but for Mila who was her own security."Hmmm," Emille cleared his throat, drawing the couple's attention."I think I have an idea where the commotion started from, so I guess I'll just leave you guys alone." He took a sharp 360 degree turn, heading back to the club."Well I guess I should get on with my job." Mila passively provocatively said, intentionally riling Brant up."Damn! She's stubborn!" Linda whispered almost ina

"So what now?" Linda asked Brant as Mila sped off."I don't know." He rested his hand on his waist in frustration."You need to find a way to suppress your feelings for her…" "Don't you think I've tried? Or maybe I don't want to." Brant yelled, pinching his temple as a mild headache threatened."I wasn't done talking!" Linda yelled back. "Control your feelings until we get to the bottom of this!" Linda stated. She clearly understood him, but he was a piece of work to deal with."I'm trying." He replied calmly."Well then, try harder, because technically we have wasted the day on unnecessary drama that could have been avoided…even though it was entertaining." Linda said, saying the later part in an almost inaudible tone."Were you expecting me to just let her go dance naked in a club?" Brant asked. A deep frown crowded his forehead."Are you listening to yourself right now? You have known her for months now, you had a hunch…or knew about her working here for some time now, so why the