Rent Tango: Maureen Novels & Stories

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

Blaze ***Davenport Heir’s Secret Engagement to Rebecca Cole Leaked Ahead of Gala Appearance.*** That’s the goddamn headline. Bold, flashy, tabloid-style font like it knows it’s about to ruin someone’s day. And yeah, it fucking does. My thumb hovers over the screen. I blink at the picture sitting right under the headline—Carlo, fucking Carlo, on one knee with a diamond ring, slipping it onto some girl’s perfectly manicured finger. Rebecca Cole. She's smiling like she just won the goddamn lottery. Probably because she did.

The atmosphere froze at this moment. "Long time no see." Renee greeted him, her voice revealing a trace of a woman's gentleness. Luke retracted his gaze from Maureen's face and looked at her: "Long time no see." Renee suddenly turned and asked Maureen who was behind her, "I still don't know your name." Maureen immediately bit her lower lip and replied, "My name is Maureen York." "This is my assistant." Renee introduced her to Luke, at the same time, she said to Maureen, "This is the base chief, Mr. Luke."

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I said glumly, glancing over to see Zack already coming down the stairs, his posture tense and purposeful. Ria’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “We’ll lose him. Trust me—I have a plan.” The drive to the mall was strangely quiet. Zack seemed lost in thought, though I caught him watching me in the rearview mirror more than once. I wondered what he saw—a nervous, pregnant she-wolf about to risk everything? When we finally arrived, Zack parked and opened the doors for us, always the gentleman even while on duty. Ria wasted no time. She linked her arm through mine, steering me toward the entrance. The mall was swarming with people, the air buzzing with chatter and the rush of the end-of-month sales

Luciano didn't even mind if they were to sensationalize Paolo's May-December romance with her. Only Luciano knew who she truly loved most. Probably herself. Maybe she had loved once, like tuberoses loving the moon, blooming only by borrowed light. Or maybe she had hated, too, like a cat resenting the hand that trimmed its claws. It felt painful, yet it couldn't pull away. … On the day of Paolo's funeral, Tanya wore a pure black dress, so dark it reflected no light at all. She lowered her eyes, looking pale without any makeup on.

She elongated her arm pointing to the expensive white car. No, that can't be them, they have to be getting sick of me already. “Maybe someone just has the same car as Logan.” I shrugged. She laughed and followed me to the doors to reveal a pale Mark waiting for us to enter. “Great, you are finally here.” He quickly sighed. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that I was fifteen minutes late. “You have special guests that requested for you.” He said, looking directly at me. “Special guests?” Kate’s eyebrows bounced.

I watched as Caleb returned her smile politely. “I’m afraid we haven’t,” Caleb replied smoothly, his tone friendly. “I’m Caleb, by the way.” “I’m Antonette,” she said, flashing him a flirtatious smile. “Nice to meet you.” As they exchanged pleasantries, I felt a pang of jealousy gnawing at me. Antonette’s easy charm and flirtatious demeanor were hard to ignore. She continued to chat with Caleb, her tone becoming increasingly flirtatious. I couldn’t stop my frown when I noticed the way she twirled her short hair and leaned in closer to him, her laughter ringing out louder than necessary.

I can't even recognize them. Angela was originally from a small family, short-sighted and coveted small profits. Listening to the personal maid's suggestion, although it felt risky, she followed the maid's suggestion. Who was Carra? She had a master's degree in psychology. She had first-class observation and reasoning skills. Hearing the news that the treasurer of the close safe had met Angela, she guessed Angela's plan. Since she wanted to embarrass herself so much, she would by all means help her. Carra said to Vira. "Vira, I heard that a distant nephew from your natal family came to the capital to seek refuge with you, isn't it?"