70••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Lucia sat comfortably with George, chatting animatedly. She had no idea they were being watched."I don’t think he’s just her bodyguard," Fernando said, sipping his drink."Yeah," Chandler agreed, "looks like there’s something more going on between them."Fernando scoffed."Shouldn’t you call off the engagement? You’re not the marriage type, so how do you plan on treating my sister?" Chandler asked pointedly. "Plus, she’s a tough one."Fernando remembered when he first found out he was engaged. They were still in high school, and he had convinced himself he didn’t like her. She was spoiled, always getting whatever she wanted. He even made fun of her small breasts once, calling them peanuts."I didn’t know how to tell her back then that I actually like peanuts," he muttered under his breath."What?" Chandler gave him a confused look.Realizing he had said that out loud, Fernando quickly shook his head. His phone rang
Camila sat in front of the mirror with her eyes closed, allowing her makeup artist to work on her face. There was no other way out; she had to get married. It was for the sake of her sick father, her family business, Perez Innovation Design. She was the only one who could save her family from crumbling after so many years of struggling to stay on top.She wouldn't have minded getting married if only the groom wasn't Alejandro Ruiz, the boy she once rejected during their childhood—a memory that haunted her no matter how hard she tried to forget.She could still see the hurt in his eyes when she told him no. She had liked him, but she was the beautiful Camila Perez, everyone's crush, and he was seen as a disgrace. Camila would always remember the day he knelt, offered her a flower, and asked, "Would you be my date for the Valentine's party?"Camila looked around, surrounded by people on all sides. She could already picture the look of disappointment on her face if she said yes. One wron
"I'm sorry I'm late," Alejandro casually walked towards the altar where Camila stood in her wedding gown, her veil covering her face. "I had to attend some business meetings. I hope I didn't miss my wedding?" He sounded unapologetic as he spoke.Camila gazed at his face carefully. He had changed a lot from how she remembered him. Gone were the chubby cheeks and acne, replaced with a sculpted jawline, smooth skin, and a well-built body, visible underneath his suit.Alejandro had grown taller, probably six foot three, and there was something different about him. He wasn’t that vulnerable boy anymore; she could see it in his cold, serious eyes."Outrageous! How can he attend a business meeting on his own wedding day?""The nerve of him to show up wearing a suit instead of a tuxedo!"People murmured among themselves, but Alejandro didn't seem to care. He just wanted to get the wedding over with."Since the groom is here, we may proceed," the priest said, stepping forward while holding his
3He didn't look the same as he did in the church earlier. His face had gotten darker, his eyes colder, and the energy surrounding him seemed more tense. For some reason, Camila felt like she couldn't breathe.What happened to: "Trust me mom and dad, I will take care of your princess"?"I want you to understand the concept of this marriage," he said, giving her a serious look. "We both know this is a loveless marriage, and I only agreed because I also need your father's help. So, don't expect much from me now that you're here," he told her.Camila wanted to open her mouth and say something, but she couldn't. Instead, she just nodded."Rule number one: Don't touch what isn't yours," he stated.Camila looked confused and angry at the same time. What did he mean by "Don't touch what isn't yours"? It seemed like Mr. Ruiz had forgotten she was also from a rich family, and all this gold didn't faze her. For some reason, she wasn't courageous enough to say what she was thinking."Rule number
Camila was woken by her ringtone. She stretched and squinted her eyes open. Her arms still ached from carrying the heavy luggage last night. The bags were still on the floor where she had dropped them as soon as she got to her room. She reached for her phone on the nightstand.It was Isabella calling. Camila rolled her eyes as she answered."Sis, happy married life! How was your first night at your husband's house? Are you sore? Did you do the deed?" Isabella bombarded her with questions."Isa, give your sister a break. She just got married, and you're already grilling her," Camila heard Sofia's voice, along with the sounds of frying and kitchen clatter.Camila could guess what was going on: her mother was making breakfast, and Isabella was present but glued to her phone. If she wasn't recording for her lifestyle vlogs, she was making calls or video chatting.Camila couldn't help but smile. It had only been a day since she left, but she felt like running back to her family."How are y
Camila came down to join Alejandro for breakfast after dressing up. He was crossing his legs and flipping through his magazine, but the moment he sensed her presence, he stopped and eyed her from head to toe.Camila felt uneasy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, confused and unsure."The real question is, why are you dressed like that?" Alejandro shot back."What do you mean?" Camila looked down at herself. She was wearing a big tee with joggers and her favorite fluffy animal slippers. It was her go-to outfit when she had nothing to do or when she decided to work from home."You can't dress like that if you're going out with me," Alejandro replied."Where are we going, then?" she asked again.Alejandro sighed and closed his magazine, as if her question bored him. "We are going to the company. You're my wife now, and I want you to involve yourself in my business.""I have my own business," Camila replied angrily.Alejandro only smirked. "That isn't why we
Alejandro smirked, suddenly letting go of her hand and reaching for her waist, pulling her close to him. His sudden move made her eyes widen."What the hell, Alejandro!" Camila tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, leading her toward the company entrance. The security guards at the door immediately opened it for Alejandro."Let me go," Camila whispered through gritted teeth. He held her waist tightly, and everyone was watching."Congratulations, Mr. Ruiz.""Happy married life, Mr. Ruiz.""Congratulations on getting married, Mr. Ruiz."Every employee that passed greeted him, but he didn't respond. He pulled Camila into the elevator before finally letting her go. Inside, she used the small mirror to check her face, fixing her hair and clothes."I told you I don't like being controlled. If you want my respect, you have to respect me too!" she scolded him.Alejandro rolled his eyes. "You don't deserve my respect. I married you to do you a favor. You practically owe me. I bought y
7BRIARWOOD SCHOOL *****A red Mercedes-Benz CLA-Class stopped in the parking lot. The car door opened, and a pair of Chelsea boots stepped out, catching the attention of the crowd outside.Isabella emerged from her red car, wearing her uniform: a white shirt, a black and red flare skirt, black pop socks, Chelsea boots, and a black jacket with the signature "B" for Briarwood Academy." Briar make way, the queen is here!"Welcome back, Isa!"" I love your boots, Issa!"" I love your hair! Can I get you coffee every morning?"" Can we be best friends, Isa?"Isabella walked into the enormous building, her chin held high, a proud and confident smile on her face. She was their queen, and she knew it."Isabella, I missed you," Chappell exclaimed, coming to hug her. Chappell was one of Isabella's three friends, known for her natural red curly hair that Isabella loved."I missed you too. Where are Gloria and Abby?" Isabella asked."Gloria can't make it today. Her curling iron exploded this mo
70••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Lucia sat comfortably with George, chatting animatedly. She had no idea they were being watched."I don’t think he’s just her bodyguard," Fernando said, sipping his drink."Yeah," Chandler agreed, "looks like there’s something more going on between them."Fernando scoffed."Shouldn’t you call off the engagement? You’re not the marriage type, so how do you plan on treating my sister?" Chandler asked pointedly. "Plus, she’s a tough one."Fernando remembered when he first found out he was engaged. They were still in high school, and he had convinced himself he didn’t like her. She was spoiled, always getting whatever she wanted. He even made fun of her small breasts once, calling them peanuts."I didn’t know how to tell her back then that I actually like peanuts," he muttered under his breath."What?" Chandler gave him a confused look.Realizing he had said that out loud, Fernando quickly shook his head. His phone rang
69"That's what I thought, Lucia. You don’t have a choice, and I don't have a—" George's words were abruptly cut off as Lucia stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his.George’s hands instinctively gripped her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he couldn't stop. His tongue explored her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her.When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless."Come to the party with me," Lucia said, her eyes pleading."I—""Please," she urged again before he could refuse. George nodded, and her face lit up with a smile as she took his hand, excitedly leading him inside.•••••••••The mansion was elegantly decorated and filled with the perfect number of guests. Although the music hadn’t started yet, people mingled and sipped their drinks."Okay, bye." Camila hung up her phone and faced the gathering. "Turn off the lights and hide under the tables! Dad’s coming!" she announced. Everyone quickly co
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••A few minutes later, the house was fully decorated, and the cake was ready, sitting proudly on the table. The doorbell rang, and Camila opened it to find Lucia, who threw herself into Camila’s arms."I can’t believe you made it!" Camila exclaimed, hugging her tight."I told you I would, didn’t I?" Lucia smiled."Where’s your ‘bodyguard’?" Camila asked, using air quotes."He’s party-shy and refused to come in, but don’t worry, I’ll go drag him in," Lucia laughed, turning to leave but then paused. "And by the way, he really is just my bodyguard," she added with a smirk."Sure," Camila replied, giving her a knowing smile."I’m serious!" Lucia scoffed. "I’m not standing here to explain myself!" Then she left.Alejandro walked up and hugged Camila from behind. "Birthday decorations are exhausting," he mumbled.Camila smiled, holding his hands around her waist. "Haven’t you ever helped with birthday decorations for your family?" she asked."We don’t do that. We
67••••••••••••••••••••••••••••The next day, the security team helped Alejandro and Camila load their bags into the car. Peter hurriedly opened the door for them, and the ride to the Perez mansion began."My dad's going to wake up and find no one home. He’ll be so confused, but I don’t want him to worry too much," Camila mumbled.Alejandro rubbed her thigh. "He’ll be fine."Camila shared more stories about her father, and Alejandro listened attentively. Soon, the car stopped; they had arrived at their destination.Alejandro opened his door and then helped Camila out, leading her down."What time should I come back?" Peter asked."I’ll call you," Alejandro replied, grabbing their bags and heading inside. The house was quiet—no one had arrived yet."I guess we came a little too early," Alejandro muttered."We’re not early. It might take a few minutes to bake the cake," Camila said, setting down the bags she brought, along with everything she needed to bake."Do you need help?" Alejandr
66It was George.He glanced at her briefly before turning to face the men. "Leave, now," he warned."Or what?" the man with the knife sneered."Or this," George said, landing a swift kick to the man’s face. The second man tried attacking him from behind, but George caught his hand, twisting it until the knife fell to the ground.The first man stood up, trying to punch George, but George dodged his attacks, delivering several punches in return. The second man, now recovered, lunged at George, but George easily evaded him, throwing him into his friend.Realizing they were outmatched, the men retreated. George brushed himself off and walked back to Lucia."What were you thinking, coming here alone?" he shook his head, frustrated.Lucia, pushing some stray hair back from her face, looked down. "I’m still your boss. Just because you saved me doesn’t mean you can call me a fool," she muttered.George stepped closer, gently lifting her chin so she could look him in the eyes. His thumb wiped
65"Fernando?" Lucia called out, looking surprised at the man seated with her parents."Peanuts," Fernando smirked, causing her to glare at him."You two already know each other? That's wonderful!" Mrs. Landon smiled. "Why don’t you sit down so we can discuss everything?""No!" Lucia shook her head."No?" Mr. Landon gave her a disappointed look."I’m not marrying Fernando or anyone else!" she declared firmly. George, though trying to seem disinterested, couldn’t help but glance at her, surprised to hear about the marriage."Why not? You’re not getting any younger, sweetheart," Mrs. Landon gave her a sympathetic look."I know, Mom, which is why I brought him here." She grabbed George’s arm and pulled him forward. "Mom, Dad, Fernando—this is my boyfriend, George Williams. I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want you to judge me. I know you always wanted me to marry someone wealthy, but George makes me happy," Lucia explained, while George looked at her, confused."Interesting," F
PEREZ MANSION***Isabella was lying in her bedroom when a soft knock sounded at her door. She sighed, pulling the blanket over her head. Her mother had been knocking non-stop.The door opened, and Sofia entered, her face filled with concern.“What do you want this time, Mom?” Isabella asked tiredly.“Your friend is here to see you,” Sofia replied.“I don’t have friends,” Isabella scoffed, rolling her eyes.Sofia stepped aside, and Chappell slowly walked in. Isabella leaped off the bed, glaring at both her mother and Chappell.“Mom, what is she doing here?” Isabella demanded angrily.“Sweetie, calm down. She just wants to talk,” Sofia said softly, trying to soothe her.“I don’t want to talk to her or anyone! Tell her to leave!” Isabella shouted, turning her back to them.“It’s okay, Isabella. I understand I’m not the person you want to see right now, but hear me out. I’m sorry about everything. I never really liked Valeria,” Chappell said apologetically.“It doesn’t matter now. Why are
63Sandra paced back and forth in the women's restroom, her phone pressed to her ear. After several rings, the person she was calling finally picked up.“Hello, Julian. Can you put Rafael on the phone? I need to speak with him,” Sandra demanded impatiently, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.“I’m sorry, I can’t help you with that. Rafael is busy,” Julian replied curtly.“It’s urgent! I need to talk to him. Put him on the damn phone!” Sandra fumed.“I don’t need to repeat myself. Mr. Rafael is busy. If it’s that important, leave a voice message,” Julian said flatly.“Julian, don’t you dare—” Sandra’s words were cut off as Julian hung up. She cursed under her breath and dialed another number.“Sorry, this customer is not available at the moment. Please leave a voice message. Thank you.”“Rafael, I’m warning you, don’t play games with me. Alejandro is conducting a massive search at the company. I’ve helped you for so long, and if you abandon me, I’ll bring you down with me. I
62 RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE**"Are you going?" Sandra asked Diego, who was frantically searching his desk for some files, barely paying attention to her."Are you going to the party? Camila’s father’s birthday," she asked again."What would I want to do there?" Diego responded angrily."I mean, you’re Alejandro’s personal assistant. You’re supposed to be with him wherever he goes, especially for events like this," Sandra replied."I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. This is the boss’s wife we’re talking about. I don’t involve myself in his family affairs, so why would I want to go to her father’s birthday party? And do you even think she’d give me an invite?" Diego replied, still searching for the file."She’s so mean. She can’t even inform you after everything you’ve done for her," Sandra rolled her eyes, then looked at Diego, narrowing her eyes."What are you looking for?" she asked. Diego didn’t answer at first. "I believe I just asked you a question."Diego sighed. "I’m lo