Anglea ascended out of the car, still feeling crappy from the short ride that seemed like a lifetime. Andrew greeted her goodbye in the same manner he behaves to his boss.
If his boss took a liking to this woman, then he had no reason to be disrespectful. He then sped off the car back to the Mansion.
Her white Audi parked near the gates immediately grasped her attention. Since it wasn't parked inside the gates, she could easily retrieve it without worrying about the security.
Angela searched her keys inside the purse, giving out frenzy noises as the items collided and stirred together. She managed to pull out her entangled car key and was about to open the car.
She heard footsteps approaching outside the gates. Mr Rogan accompanied his second wife approaching her. She must have failed to notice that they had seen her arrive.
Her Stepmother Patricia Rogan was wearing a custom made Emerald green dress that showed off her long slende
Finished him off?! Did he kill Liam last night?! Angela knew Lucifer was competent to do such things. Otherwise, why would he have to carry around a gun all the time!? "What do you mean exactly?!" Angela almost shouted at him. She pushed herself to lower her tone. "You can look at the news to see what I mean." Lucifer cooly answered. Angela opened the news and surfed through the headline as soon as she could. Her eyes widened at the particular news that had Liam's picture on it. 'CEO of the Williams group detained by the FBI after being accused of laundering Mafia money with diamonds.' "So you are behind all of this?!" So that is why her father had asked her where she was last night. He must be worried if I was caught up with Liam. No... he must have thought it would ruin his precious reputation if that was the case. "That's what I said. Liam is persistent to pursue you to get your father's backing so he could save his sh
After the long drive from the restaurant, they arrived at Angela's house. Bethany began marvelling at the modest penthouse. Angela guided her to the guest room, so she and Adrain could freshen up and have a change of clothing.Both mother and son stepped down in their PJs and reclined on the couch while Angela poured them some freshly squeezed orange juice."Nice house Angela," Bethany commented while sipping the sweet juice."Thanks, I bought this five years ago glad it's not too shabby for you."Bethany laughed. She lived in a much grander penthouse in Dubai, she had a similar house in Italy and Paris too but she sold it since she won't be living there very often. There wasn't much liveliness in those houses anyway.As a woman of luxury, she loved spending money to indulge herself. Many people thought of her as a selfish and ignorant mother for that. People forced her to believe that about her. Sometimes she feels guilty for pri
The grand Rufus ball spurred boredom to take over Lucifer Camphell. His onyx eyes distressingly observed groups of aristocracies conversing and gossiping. Half of the women's gaze strictly fixed on his godly features. He stood out from the crowd without even having to try. He one of the most powerful people in the country after all.His alabaster skin along with his contrasting ebony hair emitted a divine aura, his herculean body beckoned women to swoon over him. His red wine had been untouched as if being cautious of it.He gestured to a man standing in the shadows making him disappear immediately at his command. Lucifer silently walked away from the ogling crowd making sure he went unnoticed.Lucifer strutted towards the Emerald garden situated at the back of the ballroom. His men had made sure not a single soul could reach with the site.Because things were going to get ugly soon.
(The following scenario is picked up from a K drama. I did it because I am no medical professional so please no bad comments on this!)Angela skimmed through her Thesis paper making sure everything was perfect. This wasn't just any thesis paper. This had the potential to be the turning point of her career.She arranged the papers meticulously and prepared herself to meet the Chief Surgeon. She opened the door of her office, climbing up the stairs when he bumped into someone.Angela hissed as the steaming hot coffee scaled her hands and what's even more painful is her thesis paper is now blotted with brown coffee."Fuck," Angela cursed. She glared at the person she had bumped into."Oh my! I am so sorry about this!" Claire Brown faked dramatically. She picked up the wet papers and handed them to Angela."Are you blind Dr Clair?" Angela snapped, knowing that it was deliberately done to ruin her papers."You
The frightful aura emitted by the devil king in the backseat was inevitable to ignore. Steven Anderson, Lucifer's chauffeur gulped seeing Lucifer's deadly eyes brooding through the rearview mirror.Lucifer picked up a call and his face scrunched wickedly."Did you find him yet?" Lucifer interrogated."He is back in the US, sir," The person spoke from the other side. He is trying his best not to stutter and be professional as much as possible."Are you sure?""Positive.""Find his location as soon as you can, alright?""Yes sir."He hung up the phone and tossed it on the seat. He closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing forehead. Alejandro that bastard!He is going to have a taste of his own medicine. Does he dare to turn his men against him?! Lucifer and Alejandro had a major dispute in the Underworld in the past three years.Alejandro had agreed to cooperate i
Lucifer opened his eyes, tightening his face as the sharp rays of daylight pierced his eyes. It responded as if he had woken after one hundred years of slumber.He blinked several times until he could finally adjust the light in his eyes."How are you feeling now?" A woman's voice asked. Lucifer moved his head to the left, he saw a woman in a white coat wearing a blue shirt underneath. Her wavy cinnamon brown hair tied into a neat ponytail, her starry brown eyes staring right at his obsidian ones."Who..." He gave her a scrutinising look."I am a doctor as you can see," She said with a polite smile. "How are you feeling Mr Camphell?"He looked around to examine his surroundings. They were in the VVIP ward in the upper realm of the hospital. The room looked like a hotel room rather than a hospital ward.He looked at his body which was covered in dressings. Even his head was shaven."I am..." He looke
After completing her interview for her promotion of becoming a professor, Angela's face spread into bliss. She was nervous before but she kept her cool during the whole process.She got a positive response from the chief Surgeons so that made her confident to ace it. But she couldn't count the chickens before hatching.She had to patiently wait for the results to come out."Ouch," A sweet child-like voice squealed below her. Angela was so tranced that she had not noticed a little girl running into her."Oh, I am so sorry!" Anglea knelt down to meet the little girl's eye level. The girl cried with a high pitched voice. Hearing the girl cry so loudly people were giving hostile glances at Angela.She did not mean to make this girl cry okay?!"Please don't cry dear," Angela coaxed. she looked at the child with tender eyes. "Does it hurt anywhere, dear?" She asked. Looking back and forth at her frail little bod
Lucifer's hand ran through his dear daughter's raven hair like a gentle feather; his bottomless eyes pooling out with endless adoration for her.Ever since his accident occurred he had not gotten a glimpse of his daughter. But right now he wanted to relish her as much as possible.Andrew keenly watched over his master's room so no one would cause an interruption to their father-daughter moment. Meanwhile, her Nanny Griselda waited nervously outside. The old woman was sure to die from paranoia right now.Andrew noticed her fiddling with the hem of her long black skirt while glancing at the door with her scared graying eyes every 3 seconds."It's not your fault Griselda, young miss can be really a handful sometimes," Andrew broke the dreading silence sparing a pitiful expression at her. "But master won't be convinced. I should have kept her close..." Griselda seized her eyes away from them out of guilt. Lucifer's
After the long drive from the restaurant, they arrived at Angela's house. Bethany began marvelling at the modest penthouse. Angela guided her to the guest room, so she and Adrain could freshen up and have a change of clothing.Both mother and son stepped down in their PJs and reclined on the couch while Angela poured them some freshly squeezed orange juice."Nice house Angela," Bethany commented while sipping the sweet juice."Thanks, I bought this five years ago glad it's not too shabby for you."Bethany laughed. She lived in a much grander penthouse in Dubai, she had a similar house in Italy and Paris too but she sold it since she won't be living there very often. There wasn't much liveliness in those houses anyway.As a woman of luxury, she loved spending money to indulge herself. Many people thought of her as a selfish and ignorant mother for that. People forced her to believe that about her. Sometimes she feels guilty for pri
Finished him off?! Did he kill Liam last night?! Angela knew Lucifer was competent to do such things. Otherwise, why would he have to carry around a gun all the time!? "What do you mean exactly?!" Angela almost shouted at him. She pushed herself to lower her tone. "You can look at the news to see what I mean." Lucifer cooly answered. Angela opened the news and surfed through the headline as soon as she could. Her eyes widened at the particular news that had Liam's picture on it. 'CEO of the Williams group detained by the FBI after being accused of laundering Mafia money with diamonds.' "So you are behind all of this?!" So that is why her father had asked her where she was last night. He must be worried if I was caught up with Liam. No... he must have thought it would ruin his precious reputation if that was the case. "That's what I said. Liam is persistent to pursue you to get your father's backing so he could save his sh
Anglea ascended out of the car, still feeling crappy from the short ride that seemed like a lifetime. Andrew greeted her goodbye in the same manner he behaves to his boss.If his boss took a liking to this woman, then he had no reason to be disrespectful. He then sped off the car back to the Mansion.Her white Audi parked near the gates immediately grasped her attention. Since it wasn't parked inside the gates, she could easily retrieve it without worrying about the security.Angela searched her keys inside the purse, giving out frenzy noises as the items collided and stirred together. She managed to pull out her entangled car key and was about to open the car.She heard footsteps approaching outside the gates. Mr Rogan accompanied his second wife approaching her. She must have failed to notice that they had seen her arrive.Her Stepmother Patricia Rogan was wearing a custom made Emerald green dress that showed off her long slende
Angela slapped her face with a handful of faucet water. The docile peachy fragrance of the soap given off from her fresh face. Droplets of glassy water dappled on her smooth rosy tan skin.Her makeup had completely worn out and she didn't feel like her face being weighed by chemicals nor the morning hangover.She dabbed her face using the clean white facecloth hung beside the basin. She had also washed her mouth with toothpaste mixed with water, churning in her mouth like the blender in her kitchen. At least the morning breath was gone.Earlier, she checked her phone to discover the dozen missed calls and text messages from Mr Rogan. The texts were nothing but a long line of 'bad words.'He was 'asking' where she had disappeared and that her car was still there outside their gates. She did not even bother to reply and left him on seen ever so brazenly.Mr Rogan did not care where had gone, he wanted to know if she had caught herse
Angela woke up from the deep undisturbed slumber. Her skin brushed softly against the plush duvets, it was so delicate as if she was cuddling with the clouds.Her head grew heavy when she got up to survey her surroundings. She closed her eyes once again and massaged her forehead, and relieved the pain stinging her skull.When she opened her eyes again she noticed that she was in a completely different room. The spacious room seems to be a whole apartment by itself. The entire chamber was a blend between ash-grey and slate-white.The very first thing that landed in front of her eyes is the 50-inch 4k television attached to a glass wall.She gulped and browsed through her body to check if her clothes were still there, and thankfully she was wearing the same blue dress she wore the last night.She tried to recall the events that took place last night. The last thing that came into her was Lucifer's worried face staring down at her an
A few minutes ago. "See, there she is. All she has to do is drink the juice and you can have your way with her," A woman susurrated cautiously. She made sure no one was there to eavesdrop on their conversation. The smirk on Liam's lips grew wickedly at the thought. "Take care of my wife until then," Said Liam, hinting at the lovely woman not far away. She was busy conversing with her friends, utterly oblivious of her husband's vile plans. "You don't need to worry at all," Said the woman. "I want her to lose her reputation tonight." She shot a loathful glare at Angela. Angela looked so careless and carefree that it vexed her to the bone. Liam is already planning on divorcing his second wife to remarry Angela. Even if Angela had cut ties with her father, the fact that she is the Daughter of Arnold Rogan couldn't be denied on the papers. Even if Liam is twelve years older than her, that won't hinder their marriage
Angela stood at the corner of the grand hall, merging into the shadows so that she would go unnoticed by these bumptious people. The party was getting more and more vapid and tiresome for her since she had no one to mingle with. Her stomach growled, reminding of her skipping dinner today. She was in such a rush that she had no time to cook. She went to the catering section to grab some food. She placed a chocolate pastry on her plate and began eating it. It was so delicious that it brought tears of joy to her eyes. She wolfed it down in a matter of minutes. A waiter approached her with some champagne and asked. "Would you like some drinks mam?" Angela politely declines, stating she doesn't drink. She had low alcohol tolerance, and drinking it in the presence of all these people would be a bad idea. "Then how about orange juice, mam?" The waiter asked again. "Sure, I would like the juice," The waiter nodded and left to b
Angela gracefully stepped outside the car and was immediately recognized by the blaring flashes of the cameras. Paparazzi swarmed outside the aisle ogling for attention. This is the proof that this event wasn't a trivial one. This is the Birthday Banquet of the Daughter of Arnold Rogan. He is one of the 7 titans of the Busines Empire in New York. As expected, many renowned celebrities from A-listed Hollywood stars to Multiple Business Tycoons attended the event. There were world-famous designers who also attended the event. The air around her turned intoxicated with ridiculously expensive perfumes from all these filthy rich people. This very moment felt surreal. There was a time she would be the one who orgulously stood out under the spotlight. But those days were long gone now. Now, she was nothing but a mere guest to this household. She heaved a listless sigh and chose to hand the gift to Amelia and, visit her g
"Dr. Angela is one lucky Doctor! Not only did she save the CEO but also received such an upper-class gift!" Nurse Alina chirped in a pitched voice. "Do you think he has a thing for Dr. Angela? I heard he is quite resilient towards women, even if they are beauties," Leon butted in. If that is true then Angela got a killer shark in a sea full of puny fishes. Lucifer Camphell's face appeared in every Business Magazine and also once titled the sexiest man of the year. "I think he just expressed his gratitude," Alina ignored Leon's pointless statement. There was no way such a prestigious man would fall for a mere doctor. "Besides, he has a child and he is also a divorcee." Dion observed all the worthless gossip between those two. He felt an inexplicable jealously hearing about Lucifer giving off such pricy things to Angela. He knew Angela wouldn't accept those gifts, but he couldn't help himself from feeling dejected. Angela did n