A cloud of white balloons hung above the head, and fairy lights sparkling in-between, resembled thousands of stars. On my left, on the spotlighted stage dwelled a large, three-storied cake with the numbers, ten thousand, written on it with decorative icing.
Yes.
It was a celebration day, for the Kingston Corporation had secured the first place in possessing the most number of hotels and resorts around the world.
I still didn't understand the silence from the Montero division. If he really planned to take the Kingstons down, then why was he not taking any action? Why was he letting them win without a hard fight? It wasn't like my deft method of presentation won the deals at the table, no, but because there was no actual effort from the other side. It almost felt like the calm before a colossal storm hit the curbs of the Kingston fort.
However, since I was the one in assistance of its crea
"Smurfette."Anger rushed through me, and I hustled out my car keys from my purse."Smurfette, wait!"Footsteps neared, and I tried to insert the key in the lock, but the shaking in my fingers made it harder."Smurfette." His hand wrapped around my wrist, seizing my struggle, and I jerked it off."Don't call me that," I yelled.Taken aback at my outburst, He stared. "Why?"I could clearly detect the hurt in his eyes. But why would he be hurt when it was supposed to be me? My fingers curled into fists, and I pushed at his chest with all my rage. "You betray me like that, and you still have the audacity to ask me why?""What? What're you talk-"Another push from my hands cut him off. "I should be the one asking you why. Why?" And another push faltered his steps, collidi
"Look out!" A gasp left my mouth as I whipped around. But before I could dash to the direction, someone wrapped their arms around me like a shield, and a booming sound rang through the store, followed by a glass, shattering to the ground.Breathing heavy, I slowly moved Blake's hand blocking my vision and peered at the mess before me. Two men held one by his arms on the floor, and another took the gun in his possession. At the farthest corner were huddled the saleswoman and her companions, and a few feet before them stood the targeted, a long slit gracing his newly-worn suit.Unknowingly, an exhalation of relief left my lips. I didn't know what I was so afraid about. Perhaps that someone hated him so desperately that they deemed, sending a gunman to murder him in a customer-packed mall would be the perfect plan. But the question was who was that hater.A lump formed in my throat as I glanced at Blake who poss
"What? You have another injury? Where?" "I'm fine. Thank you! Where did you wanna meet him?" "Huh?" "You told Mr Evans you will meet him somewhere. Where?" I swallowed. The place I planned on meeting Blake was the old-age home, and there was no way in hell, I could let him know about that and be exposed. So I spilled what came to my mind first. "Beach... Yeah, the beach. We were going to the beach." "You were shopping suits for the beach?" He arched an eyebrow. "Huh? Ah... N-No, we were just shopping... just like you. But I'm not going anymore. It's late" I let out a nervous laugh while he watched me in a sceptical look like he could see through my lies. Darn it! Who couldn't? I had to spill such poppycock for excuses. "Fine. Where do you live then?"
I jolted out of his lap like his skin electrified me, or perhaps it did, and right that instant, Gary, the other guard peeked half of his body from behind the door. "Sir, the car is ready."Mr Kingston turned to me. "Are you finished?""Not yet," I said, patting the cotton a bit hard on his wound as punishment, but this time he didn't hiss neither flinched. What was he? An autobot with metal bodice?He then looked back at Gary and gave a nod of his head, "We'll be there in a few." and the bodyguard left."We?""Yes. You missed lunch because of me. So I'll be the one to compensate.""I don't need your compensation. I'm not hungry." I turned down his offer with my chin held high.On cue, my traitorous tummy rumbled as if to punish me for lying, and I squirmed in my heels to silen
"Keep away from that Dimitri Kingston, Smurfette. I do not like him acting like he owns you." "What are you saying?" I eyed my brother quizzically. "He is just the boss. He acts like he owns the whole world." "I know, but still be careful," he pressed, not happy with my careless behavior. "Don't you worry, caveman." I planted a kiss on Blake's cheek and entered the Kingston estate. Through a paved driveway with manicured gardens at both sides, I finally reached the fountained front, and my jaw dropped to the floor. This building, nestling acres of land, looked like something cut out from Architecture Daily. "Ms Green?" a man in business suit, standing in the porch, asked. I nodded, and he stepped aside. "Come in, miss." Taking a deep breath, I clutched my purse and walked inside, getting mesmerized by the architectura
The day started in hell. First, I got my period. Second, I had to give the entire presentation to Montero. Third, I still hadn't make out an excuse to get out of this mess. It wasn't easy acting normal when your ship was sinking. The rate at which my heart pounded in my chest, I was afraid everyone in the meeting room could hear and make out my treachery. Still I tried, sitting there, scanning all the faces present in case I never get the chance to see them again. My team glowed in confidence while the rival team only smirked, knowing they'd snatch the fruit of our hard work from right under our noses. My eyes darted to Blake, talking to Wendy. Montero forbid to let him know a thing, but he'd find out soon enough, and he'd be angry. But nothing would compare to the rage of the boss. He never lost a deal before, and he wouldn't, most definitely
My heart drummed in my ears, and hands turned clammy as my back pressed hard against the chair. He found out, didn't he? "Did you do it, Ms Green?" he gritted out. Wait... Did he not know? Or was he testing me? "Wh-Why do you think I did it?" "Because you were the only one sweating in an air-conditioned room," he shouted, slamming his hands hard on the chair and making me jump. A jolt of pain went down my abdomen at the movement, making my toes curl. "Th-That's all?" I whispered. That was his reason of suspicion? "You want more?" He snorted, pushing away and throwing his hands in the air. "That man appeared in every single deal since you joined." He came back, hovering over me. "Even after all this privacy I maintain, how? Do you have an answer? Do you, Ms Green?" "This could be a coinc
My head whipped to the side, meeting those ashen gray eyes, and my heart picked up speed. "Mr Kingston?" "Now I believe you made it a habit," he spoke, playfulness dancing in the corner of his lips. "What are you doing here? I thought..." I trailed, not wanting to mention that dreadful moment from the other day. His temper was certainly one of the worst things that I had ever encountered, and I never wished to face it ever again. However, I dumped all my wishes to the trash can on the day I stepped into this game. His anger was something that I bound to take one horrible day in the near future, and it already gave me headaches. "What did you think?" He asked in his husky voice while walking me to the bathroom. "Aren't you mad at me?" I watched him suspiciously. Did he really believe all those lies I spewed before fainting, or was he feeling guilty, thinking he caused this?
Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks. My finger grazed along one of my flawless contoured cheekbones in awe. I felt like a pretty princess, fresh out of a disney castle. "Do you like it?" Caroline questioned, from beside me. She was the head of the makeup team Dimitri hired for me, the ultimate make-up queen. "I look so beautiful!" I gushed. &nbs
Tip-tap, tip-tap, like the steps of little babies, the seniors rushed out of the house on the front porch. Curiosity laced in their eyes, and excitement was expressed in the way their hands jerked. Standing before them, I cleared my throat. "Actually, I have brought someone to meet y'all today," I announced, not being able to hide the smile tearing through my lips continuously. "Who?" Lauren perked. "Who is it?" Ben asked, craning his head from side to side to look behind me as if I hid someone there. "Is it another new member?" Dorothy joined in the questioning spree. Chuckling at them, I glanced at the Rolls Royce awaiting in the driveway and gestured with my head. "Come out." Everyone's wandering gazes turned to that direction as the car door opened ajar and stayed like that for a few moments. The anticipation was
My eyes widened to their limits, before a body collided into mine, flying us into the hard floor. More screams resonated throughout the hall and more gunshots could be heard, but all that occupied my mind were those terrifying words. "Are you okay, Hazel?" Sylvester asked from above me, his eyes frantically scanning over my body. "He killed my mother," I muttered. "I'm sorry about that," he replied with pity lacing his voice. "He killed my mother," I repeated, letting the news sink in my head. Suddenly the world began to blur before my eyes, and time slowed down. All these years, I had been associating with my mother's killer. I had been believing his lies, thinking she died from a heart attack while... "He murdered her..." "Hazel?" "Montero killed her..." I gasped, but no air reached my l
I tip-toed inside, closing the door behind me and making sure a certain someone suspected. But before he came, I glanced around, messed through the drawers and shelves, finally spotting the file I had given Montero on the day of my doom. My smirk broadened as I fished out the lighter, I snatched from one of the guards at the front gate and lit it. That's when the door shot open and before me stood Montero's most loyal guard dog, Ryan. His eyes widened as I brought the papers in contact with the fire and they shrunk back, turning ashen little by little. "You bitch!" he screamed, pulling the file out of my hand and hauling it at the floor. His foot stepped over the papers repeatedly until the fire came to a cease. Then his crazed eyes turned to me, and he launched towards me, gripping my neck, hurling me against the wall behind. My heart curtailed in fear in one corner of my chest, but I faced him head on, sending him the best
The majestic, silvery hue of the night stretched over the calm water of the Michigan lake, yet it could not penetrate the depth where she held her darkest arcanum. Just like the crisp breeze that blew past me, yet failed to pacify the turmoil inside. I felt like I was in a vessel, lost and deserted far in the sea, with no direction to where I headed. Did he know something all this time? Or did he not? Those questions kept swirling in my head like an ingenious dolphin spinning over the surface of the sea. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Dimitri might have known about my secret for God knew how long, yet he kept quiet. But... "Why?" A deep, low masculine voice sounded from behind, and I whipped around, a small frown appearing in between my brows. Dimitri stood there, a few feet away, just as still as the lake, but in those frazzled eyes, danced so many emotions.&n
Time seemed to slow down as we stared at each other. His eyes were blazing while mine probably showed hurt. I couldn't take the fact that he might have gotten back with Catherine. He perhaps replaced me already. But my thoughts came to a stop when the glass in his hand suddenly popped, and red liquid slowly dripped down his hand. What was concerning was that the drink he was having, was ember in color, not red. "Dimitri," I gasped. His eyes lifted to glare at me one more time, before he turned and strode away. "Wait, Dimitri." I was about to run behind him when a hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me. "Nah ah, now where do you think you're going?" Catherine spoke in her thin, high-pitched voice, her nails digging in my flesh. "He is hurt. He needs his hand treated," I gritted out.
"Here is your room, dear. Mr Montero will see you in the morning," saying Cora left. I nodded, my backpack slipping off my shoulder and falling on the marble floor with a thud. Following it, I slid against the door, cocooning myself into a ball. I was exhausted, so much I lacked the mere energy to lift my eyelids and take a look at the new inferno I had casted myself into. Not that I had not fought, because I did. I called a couple more personnels, literally begging them, but no one gutted enough to embroil with the Kingstons. So, once again, I was left with no more choices... *** "Hazel? Dearie, wake up. Hazel, darling?" I felt myself being shaken. Fluttering my eyes open, I tilted my head, only to feel a sharp ache shooting through my neck. A groan left me as I shut my eyes tight. "Are you okay, honey? Is it cramps? Why did you
Climbing into my car, I revved up the engine. It sickened me, thinking about where I was about to go, but for my brother, I was ready to cross all the oceans in the world. On the way, I passed the street that I had crossed five days a week for the past few months to go to work. But today as I drove away from it, it felt like I was driving away from my home, from a place that I had gotten so accustomed to that it physically hurt just from trying not to look that way. It was like my heart and mind was still there inside that fuscous cabin, only my body ran away, far away from that place. My eyes darted to my phone, and I had to employ all my willpower to restrain myself from reaching it and calling Dimitri again. Instead I drew out the pendant from inside my dress and clutched on it. I wondered if he felt the same, if he thought about me, if that burning yearning gnawed at his chest as well. But then a shaky sigh escaped my lips, rem
My eyes opened from the silky, warm rays of the morning sun, gracing my face and moved to my hand, dangling from the edge. White strips embraced my palm and fingers diagonally. I frowned, running my other hand through my hair and pressing it over my skull. My head throbbed like someone hammered it with utter hatred. Sitting upright, I looked back at my injured hand, inspecting it. What happened to me? My mind was blank. I couldn't remember a thing. Dragging myself out of the bed, I stood up, only to fall back down as the room began to spin. Groaning, I stayed put for another minute till the phase passed and got back to my feet. "Brooke?" I called, but no sound came out as my throat felt excessively sored, like someone had been rubbing sandpaper over it for days. Exiting my room, I looked around, spotting no one in sight. "Brooke?" I tried to call again, and a series of dry coughs left me. Careenin