Chapter Thirty-Four.“Tell me, what are your future plans together?” Amanesis pressed, leaning in with the tenacity of an investigator digging for answers.“I can’t exactly predict the future,” I replied playfully, “Perhaps something simple—cooking together, leisurely strolls through flower markets, and, of course, impromptu journeys to wine tastings.” “And maybe some historical tours too?” Randall injected with feigned seriousness, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Just to keep her well-rounded.”“I’m sure it’ll only add to my charm!” I quipped back, feeding off his playful energy.“Honestly, the way you two interact, it warms my heart,” Amanesis exclaimed, her previous strict demeanor disappearing as her protective maternal instincts began to show through. “You both deserve happiness. And Randall, don’t you dare allow anyone else to distract you from what you have here.”Randall’s expression softened slightly, and he inclining his head slightly as a grateful acknowledgment.As l
Chapter One.Allysa's POV.It was an ordinary day, my work revolved around meetings and creative planning. My eyes roamed around the ridiculous amount of paperwork on my desk. Grimacing slightly, I spared a glance at the grandfather clock standing still like a guard on duty at the corner of the office.I thought my day would end just like the same, but instead, I was suddenly summoned to my father’s office. I could not even say goodbye to some of my workmates as I was told to make haste.Walking towards the office, I saw some of the executive officers getting out one by one. I smiled at them happily but to my surprise, they looked away and walked directly past me. I was quite dumbfounded but didn't mind, perhaps their meeting didn’t turn out quite alright.It did not take a while until I reached my father’s office, twisting the silver door knob, and the tinted glass double door opened silently.Click.I saw my father sitting on his swivel chair, his back facing me.“I’m here Dad, what
Chapter Two. Allysa's POV. As I walked past the long hallway, I saw the board of directors coming out from another room, and with them my stepmother. Everyone stopped and looked at me, I didn’t give them a chance to look at me with pity as I stopped and glared at them. My stepmother was alarmed and tried to smile lovingly. “Dear, what happened to you? Are you crying? Having a bad day?” My anger almost burst out from the pent-up hatred, I suddenly had the urge to grab her black hair and pulled it. But instead, I smirk at her and everyone. “Nice try joking mother, very funny to the point I have almost forgotten to myself from slapping your stupid face. And I doubt you will ever see me cry, maybe at your funeral I will.” I answered sharply and didn’t bother to analyze their surprised faces. I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button. Thankfully, it opened very quickly and no one was inside. I went in and turned around to see their faces painted with disbelief, confusion
Chapter Three.Allysa's POV. “Ouch,” I whined and the impact made me take a step back. Raising my right hand, I rubbed the gap between my forehead. It didn’t hurt too much but it was pretty hard. And wait? How did a wall freaking get in my back? “Sorry, are you hurt?” a deep voice asked in concern. My body halted as I was processing what happened. I immediately took my hand and looked up, there I saw a tall handsome young man with bright blond hair, he was wearing a black retro wayfarer sunglasses. I immediately took a step back and shook my head. “No, I’m fine. It was my fault for stopping mid-way.” I apologized and offered a smile. He looks down and his sunglasses slip down revealing a pair of bright alluring blue eyes behind the lens. He offered a kind smile and sigh in relief. “That’s great! I really thought you were hurt.” I stared at him, he looked so easygoing and carefree. "By the way, why are you just standing there?" He asked in a curious tone. Suddenly, I got embar
Chapter Four. Allysa's POV It was a sight to behold. Wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, he dominated my eyes. I am not one for an eye candy but that man just screams for attention. I have never dated guys before nor did I entertain one, it was all due to my busy schedule or because of my brazen personality. I was too bold for them to handle, arrogant and shameless as they put it. My word appears arrogant to them, I find it difficult to sugar-coat my words. I don't them to misunderstand and wait like a fool, I don't want them to waste their time, and mine. In the business world, time is gold, essential if you want to climb higher. But I have never said that I was not interested in dating, so how come I would let an opportunity like this down the drain? This opportunity is hard to come by. I won't waste it, rather than sulking here and just witnessing others enjoy themselves, I would rather entertain myself. "Heh." I chuckled as I swirled my drink. Now that I think abou
A gasp escaped from my lips when I heard his voice. I was relieved and I feel much safer than before. But contrary to feelings, the pervert was driven mad. "Who the fuck are you to meddle with our problem! You want a piece of me huh!?" he said with madness as his attention slip away from me and walk towards the raven hair guy. I was suddenly nervous about what might happen. I am afraid that a fight might break out! We can't let that happen! Fighting inside a bar is dangerous, and I don't want this good man to be dragged into my affair. My conscience would not let me sleep if something bad happens to him because of me. "Wait—" I shouted as I tried to stop the man but I was completely cut off when the madman raised his right arm and made his hand curled into a fist. I gasped when the pervert man made a punching action. Leaning backward and raising his hand to ear level, push it forward and swing it. "Oh my gosh no!" I screamed in horror. Smash! Plop. A soft sound echoed, I was v
They say that if you want to catch your prey, you must not only put the bait. You also need to catch them off guard but must be also wary of the other lurking predators.In the wild, never assume you’re the only one hunting. There’s more a lot of hunters than prey.“Hi, there! Can you grant this miserable woman who’s never been in a relationship, a favor?” Allysa asked pretty boldly, cheeks flushed red due to alcohol.The girls around him paused and straight look up at the new woman. Their eyes scanned her whole frame as if they were some re-tribunal judges, here to pass down judgment.Women.One of the most amazing and sympathetic living beings lives in society.Ah yes, besides that title they are also the nastiest creature on earth.They will not back down on a challenge, especially on a delicious prey sitting right next to them. If it comes to the things they want, they would tear the limbs and cut them out. Leaving no other hunter alive to pry on her prey.They will do anything, e
Randall’s eye were wide open as he tried to process everything. His gaze landed on the beautiful woman long think lashes, as her eyes were closed. Her hair was dark yet against the light that was shining from a small disco bar, it looked like there were stars twinkling within the strands.She was indeed pretty, and bold. Randall just stood there like a statue for moment before the woman’s eye slowly opened. Her light eyes were looking straight into Randall’s jet-black eyes and for some reason, it sent small thunders down his spine; and when he trailed up and down her body subtly, not that she was doing that too, he tried his best not to stare at where her fitted jean was hugging her thighs.There lips were still connected, both were not pulling apart and staring to each others eyes. Randall was having a headache and Allysa’s heart was pounding loudly.Allysa move pulled back and give the man a sly grin. She sniffed at the lapel of Randall’s dress shirt as she let out a small giggle, “
Chapter Thirty-Four.“Tell me, what are your future plans together?” Amanesis pressed, leaning in with the tenacity of an investigator digging for answers.“I can’t exactly predict the future,” I replied playfully, “Perhaps something simple—cooking together, leisurely strolls through flower markets, and, of course, impromptu journeys to wine tastings.” “And maybe some historical tours too?” Randall injected with feigned seriousness, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Just to keep her well-rounded.”“I’m sure it’ll only add to my charm!” I quipped back, feeding off his playful energy.“Honestly, the way you two interact, it warms my heart,” Amanesis exclaimed, her previous strict demeanor disappearing as her protective maternal instincts began to show through. “You both deserve happiness. And Randall, don’t you dare allow anyone else to distract you from what you have here.”Randall’s expression softened slightly, and he inclining his head slightly as a grateful acknowledgment.As l
Chapter Thirty-Three.After what felt like an eternity planning the intricate details of our relationship charade, I departed the terrace with Randall’s chuckle hanging in the warm, fragrant air. The sun stood high in the sky, casting a shimmering glow across the expansive estate, filling the mansion with an air of quiet elegance.“Are you ready for the culinary emporium the maids are about to unleash?” Randall mused as I led the way back inside. The sound of commotion grew louder as we neared the kitchen—the cheerful chatter of servants echoing through the halls, punctuated by the clatter of pots and pans.“Let’s hope they’ve stocked up on enough comfort food to win over your mother,” I replied, biting back laughter. “And I still need to figure out what to do with my hair. Got anything inspiring on you?”“Can’t help you with that,” he said with a feigned look of innocence before a more genuine smile crept in. “But you’ll look wonderful in anything. Just be yourself.”As I entered my
Chapter Thirty-Two.Sitting at the terrace of Randall's grand mansion, I watched the sun descend over the expansive estate, the golden rays glistening off the carefully trimmed maze garden that borders the property. I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me as I took in the view. But my peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of Randall’s phone ringing, followed by him snapping it up with an incredulous expression on his face.Bringing the cup of coffee to my lips, I looked at Randall waiting for him to pick up the phone.“Bencio?” Randall’s voice was laced with calmness and a hint of confusion.I leaned back in my chair, my curiosity piqued as I caught snippets of the conversation floating towards me through the warm, evening air. “Please don’t kill me,” Bencio’s voice echoed, making it hard for me to suppress a laugh. I stifled the chuckle, maintaining my composure as I watched Randall's expression turn alarmingly serious. “What do you mean my mother is coming over?” There was
Chapter Thirty-One.The sun shone gloriously over the sprawling garden of a mansion that had seen better days; its once-vibrant flowers were wilting slightly under the unrelenting afternoon heat. Yet, at least one thing still radiated with energy and color: Amanesis. She buzzed around the estate with the enthusiasm of a hummingbird, her vibrant dress swishing as she made her way to the office where Bencio was stationed.“Bencio, darling!” she called out with the flair of a theatrical heroine, throwing open the door without knocking. The assistant looked up, startled, as if summoned from some far, distant realm of paperwork and duty. “You will never believe the tragedy that has befallen me!”“Uh, good afternoon, Madam,” Bencio began, sliding his glasses up his nose as he attempted to shift his thoughts from spreadsheets to the whirlwind of drama that was Amanesis. “What seems to be the problem?”“Sit down, dear! You’re going to want to hear this,” she urged, waving her hand as if becko
Chapter Thirty.As our lips met, time seemed to come to a standstill, the world around us fading softly into a blur. The initial shock that coursed through my body melted away, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation enveloping us both like a soft blanket draped in tenderness. It wasn’t merely a kiss; it was a silent acknowledgment of the journey we were embarking on together, a beautiful testament to the intertwining of our lives in the most profound of ways.When we finally pulled away, breathless and a little awestruck, I saw a flicker of mischief dancing in Randall's deep blue eyes. "Did that meet your expectations?" he teased, his voice low and warm, sending delightful shivers racing down my spine.I couldn't help but chuckle, a delightful concoction of nerves and joy bubbling up inside me. "I suppose it will do for now," I said, my own teasing tone emerging, echoing his playful spirit. Somehow, the tension that had been momentarily knotted in my stomach loosened, replaced by an
Chapter Twenty-NineThe helicopter sliced through the sky, the setting sun a fiery explosion of orange and yellow on the horizon. Beneath us, Amadeus unfolded like a vibrant tapestry. Lush green parks dotted with vibrant flower beds gave way to cobbled streets lined with quaint buildings in pastel hues. The majestic Amadeus River, a serpent of silver, snaked through the heart of the city, its surface reflecting the dying light of the day.I'd been to Amadeus before, but those visits were a blur of neon lights, throbbing nightclubs, and the relentless energy of a city that never seemed to sleep. This was a completely different Amadeus – bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, peaceful and serene. A city that held its breath, waiting for the cloak of night to fall.It didn't take long for the helicopter to descend on a neatly manicured helipad nestled amidst a sprawling estate. The manicured lawns were a vibrant emerald green, dotted with vibrant flowerbeds that burst with color –
Chapter Twenty-Eight.Bencio, on the other side of the call, was confused and suddenly depressed. He had just rescheduled his boss's appointments for half a day, a task that took so much time and energy it felt like he was dying.He was dying from contacting others to inform them of the new schedule, and now his boss was telling him to reschedule again, this time due to his sudden marriage! And it wasn't just for a day – it was a one-week delay!But who was he to deny his boss's wedding and honeymoon? He still didn't want to get kicked out of the company. He still needed money to survive in this world run by capitalism."Ah... what an unfortunate soul I am," Bencio silently pitied himself. All he could do was swallow the lump in his throat and pretend.He didn't even have the energy to think about who his boss was marrying or who would marry his boss.He didn't care and didn't dare to care. He would not risk his neck for a momentary curiosity."Cancel all my meetings for a week, at mo
Chapter Twenty-Seven.Randall sat there, unblinking, as if someone had hit him with a truck. Allysa's words hung in the air: "Let's get married today." It wasn't what he had expected from their lunch date, not by a long shot. He didn't even know what to say to her sudden proposal, or more accurately, her veiled threat.Her audacity was breathtaking, almost admirable in its brazenness. He saw the steely glint in her eyes, a challenge she dared him to accept.A chuckle escaped his lips. The woman he was trying to win over was proposing to him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He shook his head in amusement.He had been right all along. This woman was too interesting. She wasn't the first woman to propose to him, but she was definitely the first to boldly try to threaten him into it.He rested his chin on his palm, his gaze unwavering as he studied Allysa. She didn't shy away from his intense scrutiny. Her sweet smile widened even further, challenging him to respond.Should
Chapter Twenty-Six. Allysa’s POV The interaction between Leo and Nero was palpable, and I couldn't help but find their dynamic amusing. It was like an older brother trying to be tolerant with his mischievous younger brother, urging him to behave. Of course, Leo as the older brother. Randall seemed to sense it too, his eyebrow raising slightly as he observed the silent interaction. As Leo placed the plates of sushi in front of us, Nero leisurely came over as if he wasn’t supposed to be serving other tables and couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Well, well, look who's here. Did the heaven’s gate opened and finally took pity on us mortals, for them to send their best angels and beauty?” he intrude with a silly face as if he was very shock to see us, as if he could just believe what miracle he was seeing. I look at him flustered, flabbergasted, astonished and many redundant word just to describe my reaction. Did Nero just simply complemented and called Randall an angel and beauty