Edward sighed, looking away from the television screen. There were some news from entertainment channel about his dating rumors with a model, Emma Smithson.The worst thing was the spilling tea about him, being the third party. Something ridiculous, he never intended to come between someone’s romance as a fall guy.He grabbed his gadget and texted Emma, asking for her feeling about the rumors.In seconds, his gadget was beeping and the answer got him to be so surprised. He watched the night crawling in slow pace. It was strolling down to midnight as he tried to recline on the long sofa, in his other apartment. Staying away from the reporters and cameras of paparazzi since the rumor was rolling around. He puffed. ‘Glad Granny didn’t know anything about it. Curtis??? I hope he doesn’t pay attention for something crap like that…’ his thought was running though he tried to close his eyes.A day after, Emma Smithson appeared on a short interview in a tv show. Wearing the same out
Elena sucked a deep inhale. She looked at Angelo, he was on the seat of a parked jet ski and was ready to launch it. “We’ll go with Mr. Emir’s yacht for this case assignment?” she asked and her eyes were directed at an island. The island was predictably located ten miles from the shores, remotely aside, where Fred Tiger and his lover were taking a vacation. A trustworthy informant said the couple were staying inside a nonpublic resort there, belonged to a confidential exclusive club with his yacht. It has been dark already but some lights came from some yachts, coasting in the middle of the ocean but also coming from the private island. Angelo turned his head to her, swallowed her current curiosity as he gave a nod. “We should do. Johnny said he’s going to hire it.” He ignited the jet ski machine. “Will you come with me?” He pulled out his arm for Elena to reach it out. Elena pulled down the glasses for riding the jet ski after taking a sigh. She reached out for An
“Are you ready? We’re going to make execution tonight.” Angelo looked at Elena, she was wearing night dress for beach party, the one that she got from the wardrobe in her room.Emir was taking a seat, not too far from them, watching them without saying any words.Elena gave him a nod, the yacht began sailing after they finished having dinner. The destination was the private island where the resort was located.The scenario would involve Emir as one of the privileged exclusive club members. He gave them the access for first checking to enter the resort. He would introduce them as a couple of his family members and told the management about spending a night of honeymoon.He watched Elena had wore her wig with curly brunette medium hair, she also wore a pair of soft lenses to change her eyes color becoming deep blue. She put some makeup tricks to change her nose, lips and forehead. Appeared differently, she was seen as a different woman rather than a woman named Elena Rogue.Someone
Elena discharged the camera chip from her earrings, the microphones and any tools attached on her. The three of them were on the yacht already and it had sailed off, leaving the island and back to throw the anchor in the ocean, just a few miles from the shores. Angelo put all the things into the bag and he watched Elena not to miss single thing. “What’s next? Will we go back to Johnny’s office?” She glanced at the watch, the time showed three a.m in the morning. Angelo smirked, stopped packing the things into the bag. He looked out, the helicopter had already stood by for taking him to Johnny’s place on the yacht’s helipad. “You stay in the yacht. Only me return to Johnny’s place.” He stood after zipped up the bag and put his hand on the waist. He sighed then he looked at her and Emir in return. “Emir will keep you safe in this yacht. Nobody will throw the suspicions on you.” Emir walked to approach them. “Don’t worry about that. You are safe here.” Elena put
Elena woke up and she glanced at the watch on her right wrist, it was seven thirty in the morning. She yawned, stretched out and got up, realized someone should have brought her to the bedroom. She couldn’t remember anything after she spent one glass and half of wine. “Good morning, Miss Elena. What do you want to have as your breakfast?” The chef greeted her as she walked through the kitchen after taking a tour around the spacious, large yacht with five decks and two luxurious bedroom, three standard rooms for the crews. She had freshen up with a hot water showers in a modern bathroom her room provided. That morning, she got a pair of jeans short pants and a yellow casual shirt that she found from the wardrobe. Elena rubbed her head, looked at the chef and smiled, “Anything you cook and serve, I am going to eat it.” The chef giggled hearing her words. “You’re so funny. But don’t worry I’ll do the best I could to make your stomach smile.” Elena nodded and left the che
Edward entered the lounge, he wiped off his arms with a clean towel the steward of the yacht had given him.He wiped his face and realized, looked a bit surprised to see Edward and Elena were talking in the lounge room.Emir beamed at Elena as she appeared having a quite frowned face. ‘Did they argue about something?’Then, he turned his eyes at the young man who wearing white sleeveless shirt and blue pants with some beachy waves motifs.The young man shifted his sitting pose, turned away from her at the time he knew Emir arrived.Elena looked away when Edward was staring at her, and he clumsily smirked at Emir.“Hello, Edward.” Emir greeted him and gave the towel to the steward again.“I haven’t got any breakfast, will you come with me?” He combed his half wet gray shaded hair with fingers, melted the situation and saved the young man from awkwardness. After a few seconds, he saw the frowning not getting vanished on Elena’s face.‘When she frowned her face like that, I re
Curtis scoffed, he seemed envious to read the headline. ‘Edward’s new girlfriend?’ He flipped over the pages. The picture on the magazine cover showed Edward Philippe put his hand on a waist of a young woman. His wife, Susan, was busy to sort her jewelries and some accessories. She was taking a couch to sit on, near him, it seemed she tried to catch his attention. “Honey, don’t you hear a rumor about Edward?” She turned her head around, paused picking up some earrings to match up with her night dress for the gala dinner that night. She looked away when Curtis threw the magazine on the couch next to her. “What you know about it?” he stared at his wife. Susan smirked. “He’s dating a model, Emma Smithson. She used to be a girl friend of Gabrièl Pinot.” Curtis turned his head to his wife, he spread out his arms on the couch. “Who is he?” “The owner of one of the famous womenswear around the world.” His wife stopped picking up the accessories and she showed him the one
Edward stopped drinking, his eyes were widened gazing at the screen of the television.There was another breaking news presented on the screen, Susan Montegro was caught by a reporter to clarify her husband’s love scandal.‘Damn, after me and Emma Smithson with the involvement of the old guy, Gabrièl Pinot.’ Edward scoffed. ‘Now another crap rumors…’ he thought.“Fred Tiger and Irène Belle?” He blinked his eyes as curiosity attacked his brain, nobody heard about the rumor before and he looked at Emir. ‘We all know about who is Fred Tiger but we only suspect all the scandals because they all were proven only rumors or irresponsible issue. But now the public eyes were opened with the factual facts, his picture half naked with Irène who covered by blanket inside a room. The picture zoomed the floor indicated there was an used protection thrown away.’Edward sucked an amount of air, his broad chest heaved up and down as he sighed.The dishes was half emptied left on his plate. “H