Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know.
A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her.
Hillary is well-known to have pushed her family's company rankings, where she managed to trample on two of the most influential 'Big five' after two years of her reign that's still a mystery to everyone.
And so her title as the 'rising phoenix' begins.
Inside the walls of the renowned Marquez's main mansion, a three years old boy was hidden from the prying eyes of the media. A boy whose eyes were like the deepest part of the ocean, its beauty was remarkable than the rarest gem.
Hillary's efforts of supporting her child alone continued throughout the years in peace, but she prepared herself and waited for the day that her son would eventually start questioning her about the lacking presence of someone in their family, seeking fatherly love like every child around his age needs.
Although she had fear for that day to come, nothing was more realistic than the truth she holds, no one not even her parents knew, that the father of her child was a man who is defined to be god's favorite masterpiece.
A man whose blood and eyes were considered royal and divine in the race of humankind.
He goes by many names, but everyone knew him as,
The Grim Reaper.
A man who is infamous for brutally slaughtering heads and fiddle over human souls under his fingers.
When fate favors their hearts to be one again, will Hillary be willing to attach herself again towards the overbearing, malicious, and coldblooded man who was said to live a life without mercy and is more cunning and inhuman by nature?
What if it was neither fate nor destiny that brought them to meet of all places and people in one room?
What if all the occurrences in her life, at its starting point, it was all because of him?
It was another blissful afternoon in the neighborhood and a car can be seen with heavily tinted windows navigating through the main gate as the entrance towards the renowned Marquez mansion. The tall and lean men in black suits guarding the entrance didn't spare a glance at the familiar and already registered car as it drove past them and instead settled their eyes at the quiet and peaceful neighborhood while speaking to the other men in their earpiece who heavily monitored the actions of their surroundings, ready if there was any threat coming. Hidden from the curious eyes of the neighborhood of high and wealthy socialites, inside the car seating in the spacious backseat alone was a woman taking off her sunglasses, revealing the fury hidden in her monolid eyes. Her temperament against the dim light of the car was as pale but as elegant as the freshly bloomed white tulip flowers in the garden they had passed. The woman wipe off the heavy makeup on her
Ten meters away from the Marquez mansion is where the front garden rests, the blooming flowers were perfectly placed by rows and columns as they were molded into different shapes, yet creating an illusion of a plain snow field in a far distance, where barely a mistake of imperfection is impossible for a naked eye to spot.The flowers were radiant in the morning planted from the rich and fertilized soil imported from the Capital of Shangwei. The hot breeze, rustle and brush through the branches of the trees in the corner, causing the rotten leaves to fall and flew away in one direction. With the identical height of the pine trees, it covered and over towered the high fences as it gave off a masterpiece like the nature's fine artwork itself, its fine shadows blending through the scenery.The freshly bloomed white tulips blossomed without effort and the ends of its transparent petals stretched remarkably, lively and welcoming the fine weather in the morning as they glow u
Hearing the muffled sound of birds chirping outside, Hillary's eyes flutter open and a small head under her nose marveled her sight. A warm smile emerges from her lips as her nostrils welcomed the scent of lavender crisp from the baby shampoo he always uses.Her little prince had his arm wrap around her neck and his forehead pressed against her warm lips. His leg hovered around her waist, holding unto her firmly.Looks like someone had a goodnight sleep. She purses her lips, placing a soft kiss on his cold forehead as she pulls the covers from her waist upwards to cover them from the cold morning as the air conditioner was turned on. It always felt too cold for her to like and she's worried Kieran might as well feel the same.Upon sensing her move from his embrace, Kieran's lips thinned, wearing an upset expression with his eyes still shut close. He move his head away, only for him to nuzzle comfortably towards her neck, his grip had gotten tighter like a baby k
Kieran's veins pulse in displeasure. Time is gold, what in the world are they slacking for? "You heard my mother, now leave." He grits his teeth beneath his lips, impatiently, glaring towards a servant in front of him.The sight of his knitted brows paired with his calm and distant expression made the servant gulp her saliva again. "Right away." She immediately excuse herself. Why does it feel like she just received a threat? Was she going to get fired?Butler Yang sighs inside his head, surely the young maid was now flustered. He invites the upset child over to bath as the boy clearly values time the most and he definitely despises the idea of servants standing in one place with the heiress.His ears heard faint murmurs behind, causing him to look back, shushing the two disrespectful young maidens who remained in his side to assist the young boy as the other two prepared the heiress's bath and one was entrusted to pass the heiress's demand to the head che
The car moves in a slow and steady pace, stealing the attention of the onlookers and passersby before the chauffeur hit the brakes, causing the hallmark grey Bentley to stop. The eye catching car was parked at the closest slot near the entrance of the amusement park just as the recent car who occupied the space drove away, disappearing and blending with the other vehicles in the busy highway. Hillary turns her head to her side where her little boy is sitting. His mouth sealed from questions she has been expecting him to ask. It’s odd. He's been too formal and well behaved ever since they left the main gate. She’s lost at his absentminded state and strange silence. She had expected him to study the new environment foreign to his sight and fire away necessary questions like every curious child does. Right at this moment in the backseat beside her, secured in tight safety belts. Her little prince is currently reading an article of one of the business mag
“What’s wrong mother?” Kieran mumbles worriedly when he caught her staring at him.Hillary shakes her head, “Nothing.”Under the burning sun, two figures stood beside an extravagant car. A woman, with exquisite features one has never seen in the small City of Yuro and a child, owning such piercing and cold eyes that could be mistaken of a person who had lived longer than their forefathers and mothers.His frosty eyes had a story to tell of resentment and anger and every person who passed near them could not avoid but glance and settle their eyes on them with admiration as some threw envious gazes, but despite the difference of their judgments, one thought occupied all their heads 'they must be foreigners' as they have never seen such people carrying strong and prominent features around the city. Just one close look and they could distinguish the strong gene connection between the young lady and the child in her arms.The amus
Seeing the stubborn look on his face, she gave up, "Then do you have a place in mind?" She gestures Lee to open her bag in his hand, allowing her to pull out an untouched face towel resting inside one of her favorite vounché bags which she did not hesitate to spend her funds over a single material in an auction.She rubs off the sweat emerging from her son's forehead. Her face twist in displeasure. Does he feel uncomfortable because of the weather?Kieran stayed silent and stared at her while she dries his face. He simply rest his head on her shoulder, snuggling closer to her, and rubbing his cheek against her warm chest when she placed her open palm on top of head, protecting him from bumping his head against the roof of the car as they hop back inside the Bentley. His arms lock around her without giving her the chance to oppose. At last, he felt relieved with contentment. He could stay like this the whole day if his mother agrees.The young boy was cele
The old chauffeur from the next car in line behind the Bentley had the same thought circling around his head. He didn't dare to honk the car horn like an impatient brute wanting to scald the name of the powerful general. He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears.He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him.A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat with her usual glamorous and placid mystique.Ta
As the limousine turned right, her chauffeur drove the car down the long road towards a famous residence where they will be arriving shortly. Hillary pinches the tip of her nose bridge in distress.The sound of rain against the roof of the car rang inside her ears. Her eyes fluttered open and surveyed the skyscraping-like buildings and the dark desolated alleys they passed.No wonder why the layout and expensive figure of the burgundy box in her hands looked very much familiar to her.One close look, she could already tell something was off.How could she possibly forget the majestic diamond dust and tiny gems attached around its silver shank? Her eyes feast at one of the rarest round diamonds at the center of the ring.‘Charlotte’s tears’ the legendary jewel whose famed existence started centuries ago that was passed on from one person to another as its value increased in the market.It's considered a sacred piece as its c
A WHITE LIMO stopped in front of the terminal building gate entrance, the newly polished car was wet from the heavy rain, yet it glimmers with the skies reflection against its hood and roof, highlighting more of its beauty. Hillary walks her tired feet towards the car and her men do the necessary things for her as blocking her from the rain with umbrellas and placing her luggage inside the trunk of the car. As she hops inside, the comforting scent of her favorite fabric condition evades her nostrils. She was calmer now that her body was comforted by the mini heater beside her. Mark Zheng closed the door seeing she was placed well and walks around the car to hop in from the other side. Without paying much attention she didn’t notice the car started moving to the wide highway along with the other vehicles. She’s here, again. She still couldn’t believe she’s placing a foot inside the country she despises and cursed a few years ago
KOVI THOROUGHLY swept his hair back with his fingers, the corner of his eyes twitching non-stop in irritation. He stood there, lips sealed and unmoving amidst the boisterous weather while he was targeted with personal questions his crewmates threw at him, yet not a single word went through his ears. He didn’t have the slightest interest or will to respond. After such a long flight, a nice and warm rest at home was all that matters to him right now. This was why as much as possible he avoids indulging himself socially with others. He despises getting the slightest attention, let alone being surrounded or accompanied by a crowd just as he is now. He breathes, his exhaustion was kicking in. He wasn’t the type of outgoing person everyone thinks he is as their first impression towards him. Every person he comes across would assume he sleeps in one country after another. The fact that he had natural dark skin doesn’t make him an adventurous person.
Two slender legs gracefully marched down the broad raven black jet bridge followed by ten pair of combat boots owned by a group of men who’re walking inharmoniously above the deep crimson red wool carpet prepped to welcome the passengers that has a simple golden designed line at the edges.The audible sounds of discrete footsteps were quarrelling against each other over the lull silence, clattering and bouncing against the four crook corners where not even a single human breath was heard, allowing ten pair of attentive ears to feel and hear the soft vibration deriving out of the metal walls and the distinct noises of vital engines at the bottom of their foots, below the material they’re stepping. The person taking the lead in front who possessed an authoritative presence dissimulating in the shadows simply raise a hand to push her hair back.Her eyes set straight like a high-profiled elite alongside her intimidating presence as she lend her ha
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Just as she thought of the bad weather, her body instantly felt ill as she was nauseous enduring the different smell of men scented perfumes inside the plane for hours. A strange combination of different strong scents she wasn’t accustomed to for years, making her forehead ache when the smell had repeatedly travelled her through her nostrils.She felt hysterically upset to have set aside the warning calls she sensed just for the prosperity of the company’s future in fear of bringing shame to the hardships of her ancestors.Albeit the unexplainable fear within her, her cold hands wrap around her stomach as she witness another brief and swift bright flash from the darkened sky. After the lightning struck, where no one know who and what it shot, the dark and upset sky rumbled and roared across the city followed by the sudden fall of heavy rain.Like trumpets, the sky rejoiced thunderously.It was a terrifying sight to witness in pair of her
Seven hours since the plane took off from Yuro International Airport and as the plane reaches its cruising altitude. A deep masculine voice burst out from the intercom. It was the pilot that called out to his passengers for his brief announcement. “May I have your attention, passengers? This is your captain speaking. Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen welcome to Rightwing Flight 85A, non-stop from Yuro to Xei, Shangwei. Checking our time it’s 2:41 pm. Unlucky at the turn of events, the weather looks rough, but we are expecting to land in Xei International Airport approximately twenty minutes behind of schedule. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. Until then, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the flight.” After the dark rigid voice ceased from echoing at the intercom, a bright chime bell melody followed and skip to the air in harmony. The heavy silence once again reign the entire cabin. Mark Zhe
Her mouth was gaping wide open at the full sight of him. Goodness, her eyes have been blessed. She couldn’t concentrate at keeping her eyes up when the sight below was a pleasurable distraction. Leaning her head back and biting her bottom lip, she whistles, “I think I want to enjoy the view more,” she wiggles her brows at him. Wearing an amused smile on his lips, he cross his arms and run his tongue between his lips, “Do you now?“ he slyly responded and walk his way back towards the bottom edge of the bed, bending down with his two hands sinking above the thick comforter. His bulky arms and shoulders were flexing from the slightest movement he makes. He was towering her, “I prefer the view from last night.”She restrains herself from smiling at the sight of his unsophisticated sultry gaze rampaging inside his burning and passionate deep green eyes. Oh, no baby. I know wha
The astonishing beauty of the darkness was his sole comfort. Obscurity was his safe place, it felt serene and quiet like nothing’s ever coming to his way to seek his damaged self. It wasn’t the dark that strangled him, but the slightest light does. The little hope that he’s been holding on was slowly and gently drifting away from him. After all these years he carried that small faith within him with utmost care, but why won’t it cherish him as much as he does? His throat went numb at the thirst and inevitable temptation while looking at the bottle on top of the coffee table in front of him. His shattered and mended heart needed it more as to temporarily put it itself to rest. After arguing with himself for a whole minute, his resolution was all that matters for him to reach the bottle open. He toss away his conscience and listened to his own free will as he pours himself another shot, staring at his miserable reflection in his glass. It was ne