Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Lucian had stepped away, leaving Arlene to stand alone, her eyes locked on us with unsettling intensity. “Everything’s fine,” I said quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Why do you ask?” She shrugged gracefully, her expression unreadable. “You both seem… tense.” Damien chuckled, though it sounded forced. “Just business, you know how it is.” Arlene didn’t respond immediately, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. Then she smiled—cool, polite, but there was something beneath it, something calculating. “Of course,” she said lightly. “Business always seems to come first.”

Alice was too stunned and surprised to talk. Jillian Kim, the legendary Make-up artist signed under Flowers Entertainment. Who is the makeup artist for top celebrities, and personal Make up artist to Leila Bhatt, the top actress in California. He had broken the record to be the first make-up artist to work for International celebrities like The Korean idols like Blackpink and BTS. Even Judy Lewiston, her Stepsister couldn't afford the price of gotten make up by him.

The hall was as silent as a graveyard as everyone watched them move closer. Arlene Nox wore a sleek, off-the-shoulder gown in blush pink satin that hugged her figure before flaring out slightly at the hem. The neckline was tastefully embellished with pearls and subtle stones, giving just the right amount of sparkle. A high slit along one side added a bold, fashion-forward touch, while her strappy silver heels peeked out with every step she took. Her smile summed up her ethereal beauty, radiating with the sparkle in her eyes. No one would deny that Arlene was the light in the room with that innocent, and alluring smile.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

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Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

As Leona pulls and untangles my bird's nest, a thought crosses my mind. This is exactly how Arienne acted after Layla died. All cooped up in his office, completely closed off to everyone he cares about. Oh Arienne, what are you doing to yourself? Amikat isn't dead yet, and you're the only one who can help her!

She had been going through her contact list, yet she wasn’t getting any leads. “Gale, have you found someone yet?” she asked her secretary without lifting her head up. “Yes, I have.” “Did you say you have?” She turned to face her, hoping for a positive answer from her. She’d been on this for the past few hours, and all she needed was to find a person who could do good decor. “Yes. I can handle the decoration. It’s actually my side gig,” Gale mentioned. Aly knew Gale knew someone who did decorations, but she couldn’t put her finger on who the person was until Gale reminded her.