Tiara McKenzie's Point Of ViewHow did these paperwork piled up in just three days? I feel like my fingers are about to come off!Oh to sign hundreds of papers!"Lila, can you sign these papers in my stead?" I asked in a pitiful manner with quivering effect.I looked at my secretary with puppy eyes however, she's so cold. She just bow her head shook her head. "I'm sorry, Miss McKenzie. I can't help you with that as the content of the files are strictly confidential that I am not allowed to even see a page."I can feel the forced tears streaming down my cheeks as I sob in an exaggerated manner."You can throw tantrums all you want, Miss McKenzie. Rest assured that not a single word about this will be revealed in public.""Shut up, Lila. I love your professionalism and public but it's making me feel worse for acting like a brat right now."Looking at these pile just reminded me of my school project which is to be passed before the month ends which is in two days! Two days, bitches!I ca
Tiara McKenzie's Point Of ViewHow did these paperwork piled up in just three days? I feel like my fingers are about to come off!Oh to sign hundreds of papers!"Lila, can you sign these papers in my stead?" I asked in a pitiful manner with quivering effect.I looked at my secretary with puppy eyes however, she's so cold. She just bow her head shook her head. "I'm sorry, Miss McKenzie. I can't help you with that as the content of the files are strictly confidential that I am not allowed to even see a page."I can feel the forced tears streaming down my cheeks as I sob in an exaggerated manner."You can throw tantrums all you want, Miss McKenzie. Rest assured that not a single word about this will be revealed in public.""Shut up, Lila. I love your professionalism and public but it's making me feel worse for acting like a brat right now."Looking at these pile just reminded me of my school project which is to be passed before the month ends which is in two days! Two days, bitches!I ca
Tiara McKenzie's Point Of ViewI was projecting a crumpled paper-like kind of expression while walking down the stairs. Eli was staring at me with the tip of his fingers against each other, leaning forward with smile."What's with the grumpy look, Tia? Your outfit would look gorgeous on you when you smile," He said."My outfit does look good on me wven if I do not smile," I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms under my chest.He made a face. "You sure?"I wanted to throw my purse at him but this is a customized Louis Vuitton that costs more the clothes he's wearing at the moment.I flipped my hair. "Of course. I'm pretty enough to make even the cheapest clothes look elegant."He shook his head and chuckled. "Whatever bitchy-bitch you say, Tia. Let's go."He walked before me."How dare you call me bitch while you're being an asshole?!" I traced his steps, marching that I think I can even break my heels.I pointed at his back. "You got a lot of nerve barging into my fucking condo and waki
We sat silently on the bench at the corner most of the place. Not a single word was uttered for a while-"I'm horny," He muttered, breaking the silence.I stood up and threw a sudden punch at his face that he wasn't able to avoid it. "How dare you ruin such a relaxing mood, asshole?""What was that for?!" His hand was placed against his right eye. He was in utter shock that he almost fell on his feet when he stood up."Well, I'm so sorry you're so stupid enough to voice your dirty thoughts!""I was just kidding?!""I was just shocked," I retorted with sarcasm evident in my voice."Ah fuck!" He mumbled.I grabbed him by the arm and took him with me."Now, where the fuck are we going?! After punching me on my handsome fu-"I did what he could have done. I grabbed him by the collar to level his face on mine to kiss him.I pulled away when I felt his body stiffen."Stop cursing, darling. We're in a public place, they might misunderstand," I said in a flirtatious manner while giving him a
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI could no longer feel my hands from all the work I had to do and still need to do. Good heavens! I forgot about the portfolio our professor gave us as an assignment that's due the next day!I carefully put my seventh design in my folder, scared that it might get crumpled. I took a quick look at the wall clock. I groaned in frustration. It's already two in the morning and I still need to finish five more designs to complete my portfolio.I could just put them aside and finish it later since it's due the next day but I just can't! I have a job to finish today. Besides, I promised Kier I'd be joining them tonight."I missed partying," I whispered to myself and then pouted like a stupid duck.I could feel tears welling up out of frustration.Just kidding, I was exaggerating.I decided to go down the stairs when I finished the sketch for my 8th design.As usual, the house is so quiet. Sometimes, I think that bats might want to live with us. A huge house with
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI was secretly finishing my last design during the lecture for another subject. I badly want to submit it today so I could come late tomorrow.I mean, for sure we'll stay up until the dawn and get wasted.If I can pass my portfolio today, I don't have to come early or I don't even need to come to school anymore.For sure my professor will be giving me an A+ anyway.Our professor dismissed the class a minute after I finished my design. I flashed a contented smile as I browse my portfolio.I'd love to wear my designs in a fashion show too but I guess I'm just not that fit to be a model.I'm quite tall but not that tall to pass the height requirements and I'm a little more on the curvy than on the thin side."Tia, let's go! Gosh I'm so excited. I feel like tonight's the night I'm gonna find the right man for me," Kier said followed by a squeal.I laughed while Mitch looked at him with pure disgust."Wait, I'm just gonna pass my portfolio.""I'm just gonna f
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI found myself on his bed the next morning. I am now wearing his clothes and my make-up has been washed off my face. My head feels like it's gonna shatter into pieces any second from now."F*ck! Why did I even drown myself with alcohol last night?" I whispered to myself."You're awake."I turned to see the person who owned that monotone voice.Eli.He was leaning by the doorframe while his arms were crossed under his chest. His eyes looked a tad colder than usual as he stared at me wincing due to my headache."Hey," I responded. My voice is a little raspy which made me sound groggy.He didn't respond. Instead, he remained standing there looking at me as if he was waiting for me to say something other than just "Hey.""Uhm thank you for taking care of me last night. You didn't tell my dad about it, did you?"He heaved a deep breath before walking towards me. He sat at the edge of the bed. "No, I did not."I responded with a slow nod."But I did tell them
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Shit!" I cursed under my breath when I almost died. I sucked my lollipop as I try to focus on the game better. I am on a fuckin lose streak because of these random noob people.They should just stop playing. These fuckin' botfrogs!I did not even bother to look who took the blanket off of my head since I can tell who it was by his scent."Damn it!" I screamed at the screen and almost threw my joystick when my team suffered another loss because apparently, the last of my team is the fucking bitch who knows nothing but force her voice to sound like a dying chipmunk."Tia," He called and sighed.I listlessly leaned on my gaming chair, looking at the screen with annoyance evident in my eyes while holding my lollipop.I groaned and rolled my eyes when Eli turned my chair to face him. When our eyes met, I noticed how the way he looks at me changed.Eli sighed and gulped.His adams apple moved annoyingly sexy all of a sudden."What happened to your eyes?" He
TIARA (SOLA'S) POINT OF VIEWThree years had passed.The shadows of the past still lingered, but time had carved out a peaceful life far away from the bloodshed. In a private, tucked-away neighborhood in Manila, surrounded by swaying mango trees and bougainvillea-draped fences, we found something we never thought we'd have again.Peace.It wasn't the flashy kind, or the kind that came with security details and steel walls. No, it was simpler than that. It was the smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. The distant laughter of children playing down the street. The soft clink of coffee mugs on ceramic tiles. The morning radio buzzing with upbeat tunes and gossiping anchors.I stood on the balcony of our modest, modern house. The sun warmed my skin, and the wind ruffled my loose white shirt as I sipped on hot tea. Behind me, I could hear the gentle hum of life inside. Somewhere, tucked into a quiet corner of the house, she was probably coloring with Cameron, her little giggles brig
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWI stood frozen outside his office, my fingers trembling as I clutched the folder of documents I never intended to open in front of him. The hallway felt colder than I remembered, sterile and distant, like every second I stood there chipped away at my nerve. I'd begged Eli's secretary, something I never thought I'd do, but she barely hesitated. She recognized me instantly, offered a polite smile, and buzzed me through without a word.Everyone still thought we were fine. But I was about to break whatever illusion was left.As the door clicked shut behind me, my throat dried out, and all the rehearsed words dissolved like smoke. My palms were damp, my chest tight.Eli stood by the tall office window, dark suit pristine, back straight, gaze distant as the city skyline framed him like a painting. For one agonizing second, I saw the boy I used to know. And then he turned.Now, I wasn't sure if I had the right to remember it at all.His expression didn't waver.
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe city's skyline remained veiled in the hush of pre-dawn darkness as the final operation commenced. A dense fog pressed low to the ground, softening the sharp glint of streetlamps and casting the streets in a spectral luminescence. Silence reigned, but it was a fragile illusion. Beneath it surged a thousand synchronized heartbeats, each one tuned to urgency and resolve. Drones whispered overhead, their sensors sweeping for heat signatures. Clad in black, the operatives moved like shadows, slipping through alleyways with phantom precision. No sirens pierced the night. No warnings echoed through the air. Only silence, coiled, tense, and ready to snap.Aveline had vanished into the smoke after triggering the final wave of charges meant to scatter the Irenic. But we held our ground. Eli and I had moved as one through the chaos, until a sudden detonation collapsed a stairwell and forced us apart. I saw him vanish behind a cascade of rubble and fire, his sho
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWFor the first time in what felt like forever, there was no weight pressing down on my chest. No restless overthinking. No sharp pang of guilt clawing at my ribs.Just warmth.I had been so deep in sleep that I hadn't even felt Eli move me to the bed. The exhaustion had swallowed me whole, and now, waking up, I found his arms wrapped around me, his steady breathing syncing with mine as we lay in bed. The faint glow of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the sheets. His warmth seeped into my skin, grounding me in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a long time.I blinked slowly, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, the way his hand rested lightly against my waist as if afraid I’d slip away if he let go. His grip was secure but gentle, as if holding on too tightly might shatter whatever fragile peace we had found in the quiet.I listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart against my ear,
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWAt first, it was just small things, excuses made in the moment. A work meeting running late. A last-minute errand. A headache that never seemed to go away. I wasn't avoiding them, not really. I was just... giving myself space. Space to breathe, to push through the weight that had settled so heavily on my chest since Eric died. But the more I distanced myself, the harder it became to find a reason to come back.Eli wasn't stupid. He noticed. So did my parents. And with each ignored call, each missed dinner, each unread message, the tension stretched tighter. And still, I told myself it wasn't a big deal.That I'd go back when I was ready.I just never seemed to be ready, though.Avoiding the Riveros had become second nature, as had avoiding my own parents. I started taking different routes to avoid running into them by accident. I picked up shifts at odd hours, scheduled meetings late into the night, and left gatherings before they even had a chance to in
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWThe Montreals’ estate was unrecognizable, its grandeur reduced to ash and rubble. Smoke hung in the air, curling lazily around the twisted remnants of what had once been a symbol of untouchable power. Fires flickered along the edges of the property, casting long, flickering shadows across the carnage.My boots crunched over shattered glass and debris as I stepped through the wreckage. Every movement felt like it required twice the effort, my body weighed down by exhaustion that seeped into my very bones. The adrenaline that had carried me through the night was long gone, leaving behind an ache that felt as much emotional as it was physical.The air was heavy, choking, carrying the mingling scents of gunpowder, smoke, and blood. Agents moved with quiet efficiency around me, their faces grim but focused. They secured the remaining captives, cataloged the Montreals' confiscated possessions, and tagged bodies with emotionless precision.“Grey, over.”Alona’s
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWThe ballroom had transformed into a battlefield. Smoke clouded the air, mingling with the acrid tang of explosives and the metallic scent of blood. Gunfire erupted in sharp bursts, and the desperate screams of the fleeing guests echoed off the shattered chandeliers. I moved through the chaos with purpose, my pistol raised and steady. Each step was measured, and each breath was calculated. Fear wasn’t an option; hesitation would get me killed. Behind me, Eli followed closely, his breathing heavy but controlled. His tailored suit, once pristine, was now streaked with dirt and blood, though he still managed to carry himself with that unshakable confidence I envied. For someone not used to this kind of chaos—or so I had assumed—he was holding his own remarkably well. What he didn’t know was that the entire auction had been strategically planned by me and my organization to turn this into a battlefield. Eli, unaware of the true nature of our mission, was
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage. "Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm. The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt. "Five million for a rock," Eli murmured beside me, leaning in so his words wouldn't carry. "Think it's shiny enough to make her husband look at her twice?" I smirked, swirling the champagne in my glass. "Doubt it. But it'll make her the queen of the yacht club for the next decade." He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "And what about you? Are di
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe murmur of the ballroom quieted, and Aunty Ella's voice rang out from across the room, cutting through the buzz of excitement as she spotted us. Her smile sparkled in the soft light, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of mischief. "Tiara, Elijah! Over here!" she called, waving us toward her table as though we were her favorite guests.I could feel the eyes of the room turning toward us as we walked through the opulent hall, the hum of conversations simmering down for a moment as everyone anticipated the evening's start. Eli, always the gentleman, offered his arm to me with a playful grin. "Careful, Tia, you might just steal the show tonight."I raised an eyebrow, playing along as we made our way through the maze of tables draped in gold and white silk. At the front, we found Aunty Ella seated, along with the Rivero family. Everyone was impeccably dressed, their regal demeanor a clear reflection of the years of power and influence they comman