Caprice’s heartbeat spiked in an instant, her cheeks became flushed with red. "I... It wasn’t on purpose," she explained frantically while removing herself from Liam’s lap and throwing herself on the seat, sitting only roughly ten centimeters away from him. Liam glanced at her. Caprice was afraid that he would be upset and lowered her head in shame. A stiff and unnatural silence loomed over the air around them. While Caprice was still reeling back from the awkwardness of the situation, a gray package hovered in front of her eyes. It was Liam who held it in front of her. Caprice asked curiously, "What is this?" Liam said nonchalantly, “It’s for you." "Why are you giving me this?" Caprice was confused. "You'll know why when you get home and open it," Liam spoke in an unsentimental voice, it sounded like he was slightly upset. Caprice promptly took the package. It was heavier than it looked, and she wondered if it contained an iron box inside. She won
However, Caprice was aware that strong-arming Liam into a marriage was no way of winning his affection. When she was a child, she heard her mother tell her stories about how Uncle Odell was once forced to marry Aunt Sylvia. It was the reason they got off to a poor start. It was only later on when they realized that their mutual animosity was all a great misunderstanding that they managed to reconcile their differences and stayed together as long as they did. If she had forced Liam into the same situation his parents once found themselves in, she was sure that their marriage would be a replay of what happened to his parents in the past. This was why she decided against forcing him into a marriage. … Meanwhile, Liam's car made a U-turn at an intersection and went in the opposite direction where they were originally headed. Not only was the car getting farther from the dormitory, but it was also driving away from the direction of that nightclub. Inside the car, Liam s
Ding! Another message followed. “Remember how I used to teach you how to solve a Rubik's Cube?” Caprice's eyes glowed. Could it be... She held each side of the box in her palms and twisted it around until eventually, she heard a mechanical beep. An interface appeared on one side of the cube. It was a three-by-three grid numbered from one to nine. This was all she could see. There were no hints as to what the password may be or any other visual cues. How was she supposed to guess the password? She racked her brain for a while but in the end, still resorted to texting Liam for help. “Liam, what's the password?” Liam replied swiftly, “You know.” Something that she knew? Could it be his birthday? When she entered Liam’s birthday, the box glowed red. Caprice subsequently entered the birthdays of Liam’s parents as well as his siblings. She even tried to enter her parents’ birthdays, all to no avail. What could the password be? She thought she must
Caprice quickly picked up her phone. It was Liam. “Have you opened it?” Caprice smiled with pride and replied, “I did.” Liam replied, “Not bad, so that head of yours isn't just for decoration.” Caprice was struck speechless. She brushed it aside, then she grinned from ear to ear and sent another text. “Liam, thank you for the gift!” Liam asked, “Do you like it?” Caprice was ecstatic. “Of course, I do, I love it!” Liam sent replied cooly as usual, “Good.” It was immediately followed by another message. “From now on, you are forbidden from going to nightclubs for birthday celebrations.” Caprice suddenly sat up as something just dawned upon her. He knew that today was her birthday all along. That was why he had prepared a birthday present for her! She thought about all the tales she tried to spin up tonight to explain to Heather why she was at the nightclub. To make it seem like she was a model student, she told her that she was only at the nightclub to celeb
Heather stepped through the crowd and began to approach Caprice. She asked while wearing a bright smile on her face, "Caprice, why are you here? Are you graduating this year?" Before Caprice could form a reply, people began to whisper among themselves, “Caprice? Isn’t she the girl from the 21st intake in the faculty of business?” “It is her. She's only a sophomore this year. What is she doing here anyway?” “I don’t think this job fair is open to students from her faculty.” "Definitely not, nor will it ever be. Everyone knows that her faculty is the worst in our university.” “She’s not here to job hunt, I can tell you that much.” “But it looks like she knows Miss Manson. That’s pretty impressive.” Based on her looks alone, Caprice attracted a lot of albeit unwanted attention from her peers from the very first day she entered Sparkrow University as a freshman. Being the quiet and reserved person she had always been, she preferred keeping her social circle restricted
Somebody in the crowd cried out, “She must have found herself some gross old man to leech off!" Freya quaked with anger. "I did not!” “Haha…” “As if we’d believe that…” Freya grew red with rage and was on the verge of crying as she was practically dry-heaving. Suddenly, someone gestured at Caprice and turned the spotlight back to her. "Look, Caprice wears a lot of designer brands all the time too, doesn’t she?” "I noticed that some time ago. Also, I saw her being dropped off at the school gate in a Mercedes S-class at the beginning of this semester, and she tried to be sneaky about it.” “No wonder she’s not interested in the boys in our university. She’s had a sugar daddy out there all this time!” Caprice stayed silent. Concerned about drawing unwanted attention, she always refused to have her parents pick her up from university during the semester breaks. However, her parents were worried about her and would assign their drivers and bodyguards to pick her u
Caprice stared at Heather with gaping eyes. She made herself look as vulnerable as possible to a point where it seemed like she was going to break out into tears at any second. It was a look that garnered sympathy, and it seemed to hold up a mirror against the ones who made fun of her and made them question themselves. The ones in the crowd who were mocking her only a second ago had become silent. They looked at her and were at a loss for what to do. The rest of them stared at Heather expectantly. There was a subtle shift in her expression as she said, "Caprice, we might not know each other very well, but I know you’re nothing like what they’re making you out to be.” This was a deflective answer to cover her hind. She was trying to suggest to the crowd that she did not know enough about Caprice to make any further comments. In her mind, Caprice scoffed at the subversive reply. Before anyone else could get a word out, she remarked, “I know, but even if we’re not very c
She was the one who bought all the designer apparel worth well into the thousands using her hard-earned money. Caprice was the one who sourced her part-time jobs for her. In fact, she always made sure to secure high-paying part-time positions for her. Even Lana, who did not have many financial concerns, eventually took up the part-time positions Caprice recommended as well. Except for Piper, both Lana and Freya did not know that she was the business owner the entire time and that she was the one who had been offering her friends part-time positions. Freya was bawling her eyes out. Lana and Piper tried to console her, but they could not get through to her. What eventually got her to calm down was when Caprice told her about another lucrative part-time vacancy. Lana teased Freya by commenting how her eyes lit up at the prospect of making money. The two exchanged banter, and Freya was back to her usual self. After seeing that everyone was in a better mood, Caprice
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t