Ricardo arrived at the private farmhouse and, to his surprise, it was beautifully set up. He was aware of how capable Alana was, but saw the effort she put into it. He couldn't help but be amazed.“You look distracted…anything wrong?” Camilo said with narrowed eyes and handed Ricardo a glass of champagne. “Nothing,” Ricardo simply said and leaned against the counter. The entire hall was filled with different people, both from the media houses and some of his important acquaintances.“Where is Alana…she did a remarkable job as always,” Camilo remarked with a smile, unfortunately, there was no reply from Ricardo. He was worried about Alana, just then two men joined them, they were Ricardo's top clients. He knew how significant the event was, hence he sat with them. While Ricardo was talking to his friends, Marcela was entertaining her friends who didn't stop talking and complimenting the decorations. “Yes of course…my daughter-in-law did this.she's astonishing,” Marcela said with chu
Alana was a little nervous when Ricardo held her hand as they descended the stairs. The entire room went dark and only a single spotlight fell on them. Everyone had gathered around and watched in anticipation. To realize the dress, she was wearing complimented the tuxedo Ricardo was wearing. “Relax,” she heard Ricardo murmur and only then did Alana realize she was sweating so much, her palms were wet and slippery. If not for Ricardo holding her hand tightly.“Aw, aren't they a beautiful couple,”“Ha! She's so beautiful…no wonder Mr. Romero is crazy about her.”“Shush, why do I feel so envious…they complement each other…” Alana heard all sorts of murmurs rising around as soon as she and Ricardo joined the guests. Marcela, who had been smiling from ear to ear, came forward and stood between Ricardo and Alana.“You look lovely, my dear….” Marcela hugged her and Alana did the same. She was worried about the dress she was wearing, what she didn't know was that it looked beautiful and uniq
Early the next morning, Alana woke up earlier than usual. After a scandalous night of trying to keep the secrets happening in her marriage from Marcela. She knew things were turning for the worse. Ricardo had a reputation to keep. If scandals broke out then he was likely to lose a lot."Madam, I didn't check the dress when loading it in the car…" Mrs Marks said when Alana asked her about the dress. It was difficult to know exactly how her dress became like that all of a sudden."Are you sure…I mean you didn't see anyone?" She failed to understand how something so mysterious happened. She thought Santiago must have played with the box and used paper scissors to ruin the dress… unfortunately he was too young to do such a thing."When it was delivered from the office…we didn't open it," Mrs Marks said, sounding agitated. Alana didn't want to sound like she was accusing her servants but she wanted answers."It's okay…I was just curious "Alana said warmly and patted Mrs Marks on the shou
Ricardo sat on the bed holding Alana's hand while the doctor examined her. She had regained consciousness a few minutes ago but he was waiting for the doctor to finish up and tell him what was wrong. "What is it? Doctor, is it serious?" Ricardo asked after a while of silence in the room. Although Alana was saying she was fine. He could see how pale she looked. "I'm fine Ricardo, just stressed," Alana said softly, she didn't know why Ricardo was overreacting when she was okay. "Mr Romero relax…your wife is fine," the doctor said with a smile and finished taking Alana's blood pressure. "She fainted, I'm sure something is wrong, I trust you so please tell me," Ricardo said with narrowed eyes. He trusted the doctor before him. Doctor Thomas was his mum's old friend. It was good he met him in Paris. "Mrs Romero is stressed…please pay attention to her diet….she hasn't been taking care of herself," the doctor said calmly and took out a small notebook. Ricardo's gaze shifted to Alana but
Alana Made sure to call security on the thief she found at the office. He was busy flirting with the receptionist after doing something so bad. "Madam, are you insane huh? Let me go already," the man said, trying, by all means, to fight off the four security guards holding him in place. "Thief, who do you think you are?" Alana lashed out and kept her distance from the man. He was all, with a dark beard covering his face. The contours of his face seemed scary and somehow playful. Despite how tall he was, Alana wasn't going to let him off. "W-what…let go," the man said, failing to believe what was happening. Alana flipped her hair off her shoulders and straightened up. "I already called the police…they'll arrest your big jerk," she spat out disdainfully, making the man look at her in disbelief. "Lady, do you even know me…what…are you doing huh?" The man struggled to get free, however, he couldn't. Alana smirked and prepared to go to Ricardo's office when she came to a halt. "What
“Ha! This is stupid…they can't make you step down because of one mistake," Brigitte said angrily while they had their lunch in a fast food restaurant. “They have a point… Marcela is giving them hell as we speak…but I just don't want drama,” Alana said while sipping on her smoothie. Brigitte frowned and looked around the restaurant. “We, they better get used to it…you are the boss's wife…and you've been working hard for this,” Brigitte remarked with a light smack on the table. Alana was a little bothered by the current drama. She would rather not do anything to tarnish Ricardo's reputation.“Bri, you don't understand…the position is a big responsibility… I'm sure others have been eyeing it and me being given like that… I don't know…” Alana knew too well how big companies worked. Ricardo's company was the best, she was certain some men wanted the position of president. “I don't understand why you are like this…tell me what's happening… I noticed that good-for-nothing ostrich throwin
A Smirk crept on Rocco's face as he walked around the glass table. He didn't have to stoop so low to get his way. But Ricardo was getting on his nerves.“Killing that woman is the best thing, she knew too much,” Eva said disdainfully, she carefully sat down and crossed her legs. The hatred she harbored for Alana drove her to work with Rocco.“Don't even think about hurting a hair on her head… I'll kill you,” Rocco warned with a glare, Eva was bothered. She was irritated by how these men were so bewitched by Alana. She only planned to kill the cleaner,. Unfortunately, Alana was there and an opportunity came.“For now we need to use Joslyn, she's dumb and blinded by jealousy,” Eva said, ignoring Rocco's warning, of course, Rocco was waiting for an opportunity to ruin Ricardo.“Get to work,” Rocco said coldly and left the lounge, Eva watched as the man walked away when her expression darkened. She only wanted Alana to suffer, shifting her eyes to the jewelry. Eva knew Alan did not deserv
(Alana)Joslyn was the princess of the Cooper family. Even when we were young, her parents used to spoil her. Dad danced to her tune. Her mom was pretty, despite her age. She was classy and made her husband do whatever she wanted. Joslyn was their only child.I looked at Joslyn's mom. I called aunt Maria and wondered why she was busy pushing my husband to do what they wanted. I wasn't a stranger to them, they knew my parents. But after this, I knew any better than to trust them.“Alana dear… I'm certain this won't be a problem, right?” Aunt Maria said while creasing my hair, I didn't understand why she was doing this just to make her daughter happy.“I heard you were forced to marry him…maybe it wasn't meant to be…as I see…” she said more shrewdly and trailed her eyes down, I saw as she looked at my belly “Jo is pregnant with Mr. Romero's child…it will be best if you let this go, I'm sure you understand my point,” she added, I was rendered speechless.“He's my husband, and we are unce