Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love, Lies and Billionaires: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The elevator dinged open and Maren walked out, followed by a man who held a blueprint. Her hair was now coming out as brown from the black it used to be, making her look more authoritative as every step she took was one of pride. They both walked straight to her office and when they had settled, poured a quarter of the glass and downed it in seconds, wincing at its strong taste. “So right here, ma’am, the window will be on the east. And the main furniture of the room will be on this part,” the man said, gesturing to places on the print with his finger, not minding the fact that Maren was exhausted and didn't want to hear anymore. She waited for a while for the drink to sink in before she looked up at the man, who was still speaking. “Hold up. Let me see that again," she said and relieved him of it. She took a glance at it for a second and nodded, though she knew there was no way she was going to understand the print of the top construction company architect in the city. “I

“It's an honour, sir,” Maren greeted as they took their various seats around the table. He didn't reply. Instead, as he took his seat, some men who had walked in with him approached him with unique documents and even devices, speaking in hushed tones while Maren and her party watched in silence and patience. Maren watched all these go on with a smile on her face, but deep down, her heart raced with no reason known to her. The first thing she noticed as he walked in was the black, fearsome snake on sword tattoo which she had seen through the unbuttoned part of his shirt, which gave him a domineering aura. His hair was brushed back, jet black and long, extending to his neck. His eyes, which had initially locked in with hers, were black and cold and it pierced through her that she'd felt it sting her soul. Damn, he's gorgeous! Even with all these, that wasn't what scared her the most. That detail was yet to be figured out. Soon enough, everyone moved away from before him

"You sent for me, sir” Alexander slumped in his office chair, deep in thought, while he stroked his chin. Ignoring his assistant, who had just walked in and stood in front of his table. “Sir?" the man called again, trying to get his attention. “You saw that news, right?" Alexander finally spoke. His voice was gloomy and deep, keeping his eyes on nothing he had been staring at. “Yes sir, it's confirmed that Mr Harding is in the city,” the man affirmed. His muscular chest rising and falling in rhythm with every word he spoke. "I really am not bothered about him,” Alexander said and paused. He leaned forward and picked up the glass from the table. "What does Maren have to do with him? What are they up to?" He took a sip. "If you want, I can find that out, sir" “Of course I want that. The fact that we're no longer together doesn't give her the liberty to go in search of some hungry dick." “I'll do just that, sir." “Find out about everything. What his business is in thi

Mr Harding kept his eyes on her, even at the information he'd just heard. His face was expressionless and didn't look like he was going to exit the room soon. He took a step closer, making Maren take one back, keeping her eyes on him like she didn't dare look away. He suddenly leaned forward, leaving only a breath of space between them. “Fix your face, we're going to meet the crowd and the press” he turned to the door and left. ‘Weirdo’, Maren thought. How the hell does she keep getting herself into shit like these? She asked herself. She really didn't want to hate this one because if she did, it might affect her teaming up with him. And what the hell was he trying to do? Intimidate her? She scoffed. Deep down, though, age knew that if it had lasted, her leg would be shaken by now. She took a deep breath but regretted it as the air which went up her nostrils was mixed with the sickly smell of blood which the room smelt of. She just braced herself and steadily made

“With that, I'd like to say thank you to all of you who took your time to be here tonight to congratulate me” another round of clapping rented the air. “Goodnight!" Maren climbed briskly down the stage and walked up to Louise, who held out a glass of wine to her. She grabbed the glass and downed it in one gulp, and handed the glass back to her. “You did great, ma’am," she heard Louise compliment behind as she made her way towards the end of the hall and turned a corner, which led to two doors. She pushed in a door which was labelled ladies. She walked in and went straight for the large toilet mirror which hung majestically on the wall, its expansive glass surface reflecting the room with crystal clarity. Standing in front of the mirror, she winced, suddenly feeling the tinge of the wine she had gulped down without thinking. When she was done with her session, she gently placed her purse on a side of the sink below the glass and gazed at her reflection. Slowly, her lips