"I hope you take care of me while on set," Raffaele said while I listened confused as to where he is driving at "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked me "Oh, you were listening?""You were so loud and happy, and I'm not hard of hearing," he said What should I say back to him, I have no idea, slowly he turned around to stare at me "Is he the one?" he asked "The one that?" I asked back now understanding where he is heading to, "Sir, please you said you have a project for me," I said changing the topic "And you believe that, what am I, your manager?" he questioned "Since when did you get so chatty with him?" "I have no idea what you are talking about" I feigned ignorance avoiding his strong gaze, "What is his name, Zephyr, I see both of you bounding""And what about it, are you jealous," I said pausing to take a look at his face, watch your mouth, Rosa, my heart raced, I shouldn't provoke this man "What do you mean jealous" he chuckled sitting on his office desk while fac
"What business does the both of you have?" Antonio asked me immediately after he approached me "Both of you meaning me and your brother?" I asked him "We both know the answer to that" His tone is different from what I am used to "I have told you, whatever I have for him is in the past" I whispered with a frown "I believe you, I didn't but now I do but..." he whispered then paused to look at his brother who was talking with the director "What?" I questioned "He is here for you, he said you both have a business and that's why he is here" "What? He is here because of me?""Why else would he be here, have you ever seen him in a movie set before, he insisted on coming together with me to see you, so Am confused now," Antonio said "Hello" Zephyr's whisper made the both of us jump "what? I'm I interrupting something?" he asked looking at us concerned "No no, not at all" I immediately replied still flustered from the near heart attack he gave us both "I'm sorry for that, I just saw
..."Cut!" the director shouted followed by applause, Emilia immediately ran up to me with a bottle of water "You have done nothing but left me speechless Demetria, I'm pleasantly surprised," He said, his words making me shy "You are really wonderful today" Emilia added making my head swell up "I love this side of you," Antonio said with a smile "You had no scene today?" I asked him while he shocked his head "I don't have a scene throughout this week, to be honest, I'm just here because somebody dragged me here," he said sulking "It's not a bad idea being here even without having a scene, it's not like you are busy," I said while he frowned "What do you mean, I have a reality show ongoing," he said "To my knowledge, your reality show is on a hold now because of this drama" ..."That was something, huh?" I said suddenly feeling the need to talk about something before he ends up asking about asking me something I can't answer especially regarding his brotherHe nodded instead,
...The restaurant Emilia chooses for us to have lunch is a thirty minutes drive from the set, I had a tiny scene to film and I couldn't wait to get out of there, so far Amber just knows how to get on my nerves, and only the heavens know how long I can tolerant her before I pop off."You like the pasta that much?" Emilia asked getting my attention "No, I'm just relieving stress," I said while she smiled "I hope the company picks a right Manager for you," she said "Right? It's the company that will choose right?" "Deme" I almost spit my food seeing the face of the voice, uninvited he took a sit beside Emilia opposite me "You don't pick up my calls why, it really makes me sad," he said mimicking a sad face before turning into a smirk, "The audacity of men," I said unable to hold in my disgust "What?" he asked his face slowly turning into a frown "It's true that your attitude actually got worst since the accident," he said nodding "Yeah, I know right, I'm trying to get like you,
"Yes she is, did I answer your question now," he said before walking into the VIP section.As I walked through the entrance door, like a demarcation from the rest of the restaurant, I was immediately struck by the opulence of the VIP section. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, and the soft glow of crystal chandeliers filled the room. The staff, dressed in sleek black suits, greeted me with warm smiles and escorted us both to our table.As I took my seat, I couldn't help but admire the lavish decor. The walls were lined with plush velvet curtains, and the floors were adorned with sparkling tiles. The tables were covered with crisp white linens and shimmering silverware, and the chairs were upholstered in buttery leather.I looked around admiring their details to personal space giving each dinner a wall around their table, like a small room for you and your person, Emilia had mentioned that the major dinners here are a mix of celebrities, business tycoons, and high
"Whatever," I said to her not even interested in what she had to say but as I stepped out of her presence, feeling a mixture of panic and dread. The last few weeks had been a nightmare, as I had become the target of constant media scrutiny and rumors. The press had been hounding me for days, ever since those photos surfaced of me out with two different men on completely two different occasions. Despite my protests that I had simply been hanging out with a colleague, and ex-boyfriend the headlines had been brutal, painting me as a promiscuous, two-timing cheater, while the debate whether I'm lying or saying whatever brewed hot, this celebrity life is really something. Even when I didn't want to head ears to Ambers's taunts, I still could see her laughing and pointing fingers at me while thinking she was being slick with it, something was different also. Everywhere I went, people seemed to be looking at me strangely, with expressions ranging from pity to contempt. I couldn't shake the
"We can't be seen together it will only spoil your reputation more but I'm still here to pick you up," Marcus said with a smile, it warmed my heart because it seems that the words I told him pierced his heart and kept him up."Why don't you want to ask for help, With just one word from Mom the media won't mention your name ever," He said with desperate eyes, there must be a reason why Demetria doesn't want help from her parents or in a very bad relationship with them, and I don't know what that is so staying away sounds better to me, I believe a mother can tell the difference in their child, I already feel Marcus is onto me now think more her mother."I heard from your assistant that due to the accident, you forgot some things, is that what you call selective dementia?" He said while I only opened my mouth and dropped them, what I'm I supposed to say to that "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but just ask me anything you want to know, I am here to help you, you are no lon
...I woke up to the delightful aroma of freshly cooked food wafting through the air. My senses were immediately aroused, and my stomach growled with hunger. I rubbed my eyes, yawned, and stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness in my muscles slowly dissipate."Oohhh" I yarned The smell was coming from the kitchen, and I could hear the sound of pots and pans clattering as someone was preparing breakfast. This is a first, I can't even give a memory picture of what the kitchen looks like because I rarely use it, I swung my legs out of bed and slipped into my slippers, still feeling a bit groggy from a night of deep sleep.I ironically had the sleep in a while even with the bucket full of problems that I have lying at my back.As I made my way to the kitchen, the smell grew stronger and more tantalizing. I couldn't wait to see what was cooking. When I arrived, I found Emilia in her pajamas, busily stirring something in a pan, as this point she should move in, I can count w
...(Demetria)It's been Three weeks since I moved and changed my number. Slowly I have adjusted to a new routine. Emilia refused to leave even when I threatened not to pay her, she stuck around me. I have since resigned and went on an indefinite hiatus. I still think about him but it doesn't matter. Does it?I have refused to go online and no one is allowed to talk about what is happening online near me.Since Kiera suddenly went missing the investigation went on hold. It seems like my life is on hold. It's been peaceful and I know with time I will overcome the constant thought of him.The only persons with my new number are Steven who has since traveled out of the country, he really was serious about not going back to the industry and was only here because of me.Emilia who is with me and my mother whom I called out of frustration. Today I have decided I was going to go see them. By them, I mean my family.No matter how I thought about it, I can't continue to not meet them.I booke
"How many month's break are you taking?" he asked while I folded my hands and looked down."You don't know?" he asked while I remained quiet till my phone began to ring. It was Emilia."We are on our way, and I forgot to let you know the villa is an almost eight-hour journey," she said as I nodded.I just need to put the location and drive, I have made up my mind to leave this city behind now that I am still strong, I feel nothing but anger for some reason, and feeling it into getting things done is better."What did she say?" Steven asked."It's an eight-hour journey," I said while he nodded."I will drop you off and then go," I said while he smiled "I will drive you," he said going ahead to the driver's side while I just rolled my eyes. Men are their need to lead. "I don't think you have had anything today," he said while I just frowned."I know how this your appetite is, I hope you start eating well from now on," he said while I turned to look at him, for some reason he seemed to
The ride went quiet as I drove out of the hospital my blood boiling for some reason, rather than curling myself up I felt energized.Looked like I was preparing myself all this while for this. Or does this have anything to do with me suddenly seeing Rosa?The ride was eerily silent and I was thankful for it, different emotions going through my mind and beneath it all was an unexpected surge of anger.Felt like I was building a war against myself. I was suppressing a certain emotion within me and that was anger, I am angry at everything. So many things were upsetting me the more I thought about it but I was driving and was not alone so I repeatedly breathed in and calmed my nerves as I drove straight to my apartment.And surprisingly but very much expectedly they were media houses packed around. I wonder just how bored and jobless they have to be to be camping near my apartment complex."You can't continue driving towards them," Steven said "They don't recognize this car," I said driv
..."Is there proof of this engagement you speak of sir?" I finally mustered enough courage to ask."So you are saying that am lying," his father said with a smirk plastered on his face."I don't know what you think of me, sir, am not just the woman your son sleeps with," I said confidently looking at him not avoiding his gaze anymore. "It's a relationship, courtship in other words," I added, the look on his face signified he was taken aback while his mother on the other hand had the look of an angry bird."If there is proof of me being the other woman then I would quietly withdraw," I said while his mother scoffed."What is this? Acting all dignified," she said."What is your issue with me ma'am, "I tried to sound as respectful as possible."People like you paint bad names for women around the world, you continue to do stereotypically what Actresses are known for, two-timing and going after rich men just to claim the social laser," she blasted me."People like me, you say?" I repeat
Georgiana, ever the gracious host, insisted on helping me prepare for the meeting with Raffaele's father. I hadn't brought any clothes with me, so she guided me to her room, where I could borrow something appropriate.Her room was elegant and well-organized, reflecting her refined taste. She opened her closet and started selecting a few outfit options for me. "Let's see," she murmured thoughtfully. "Something professional, yet not too formal."I watched her with gratitude as she chose a tasteful blouse and a pair of tailored slacks. "These should work nicely," she said, handing them to me."Thank you so much, Georgiana," I replied, feeling a sense of relief that she was there to help me in this unexpected situation.She offered me a comforting smile. "It's no trouble at all, dear. We women have to look out for each other, especially in times like these."I quickly changed into the outfit she had picked out, and she even offered some accessories to complete the look. As I looked at mys
(Demetria's pov)In the midst of our heartfelt conversation, Raffaele's phone suddenly rang, jolting us both from our intense emotional exchange. He frowned, his brows furrowing as he reached for his phone, glancing at the caller ID."I'm sorry, Deme, I have to take this call," he said apologetically as he answered the phone and moved a few steps away to speak privately.I nodded, my heart heavy with the abrupt interruption. It was clear that whatever had prompted the call was important. As I watched him talk on the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Our conversation about his family and the challenges we might face together had left me emotionally vulnerable, and this unexpected interruption only added to my uncertainty.Raffaele's voice remained composed as he spoke, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his expression shifted from concern to seriousness. It was evident that something significant was unfolding on the other end of the call.Minutes pas
(Demetria's pov)Slowly I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking sleepily as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. The room was softly lit by the gentle morning sun filtering through the curtains. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and as my consciousness fully returned, a contented smile curled at the corners of my lips.I'm wrapped in warmth and comfort, nestled against a solid, reassuring presence. I turn my head slightly, finding myself face to face with Raffaele. He's still in deep sleep, his features relaxed and peaceful. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and a few errant strands brush against his forehead.I can't help but admire the man beside me. His long lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, and the faintest trace of a smile plays on his lips. His breathing is slow and steady, matching the rhythm of my own heart. His strong arms, which have held me throughout the night, feel like a protective shield.My thoughts drift back to the whirlwind of events from
(Emilia contd)Slowly and shamelessly I began to raise, my eyes facing toward the window away from him."Emilia," he called my name as I closed my eyes tightly my heart beating fast, slowly I turned around to face his direction."Good morning," I said still with my eyes closed as I slowly opened them to look at him, he stood by the door, his hands folded with a smirk on his face, I swear I thought he was closer to the bed."Hey," I followed up, oh I wish the ground could swallow me who just to avoid this torture."I would allow you to sleep but I know you are awake," he said taking a step forward."What!" I let out a low scream as I looked at his legs."What?" he asked as my heart continued to beat against my chest."You don't want me to approach?" he asked taking another step with his brows raised."Please," I pleaded as he stopped looking at me weirdly."Is this about yesterday?" he asked while I face-palmed myself. Of course, it's about yesterday. How can he be so casual? This migh
(Emilia's pov)I woke up to the gentle chorus of birds outside, their melodious singing filling the room as the morning sun bathed everything in its warm glow. As I slowly shook off my drowsiness, I couldn't help but notice that something was amiss.The room around me felt unfamiliar at first, and for a moment, I couldn't quite place where I was. Then, it hit me like a lightning bolt, and my jaw practically hit the floor."Steven's room?" I whispered in disbelief, my eyes widening as I took in my surroundings.Slowly I raised the heavy duvet covering me as I noticed I had on only his shirt. My heart immediately began pounding against my chest as the memories of last night began creeping back.. "Can't you see that it's you? You're the one making me like this!" I remember it like it was said minutes ago. Those were my words although I didn't mean to blunt it out like that, it was too late, the damage had already been done as he smirked at me."You what?" he had asked as I covered my mo