Alana stirred in her sleep. Her body felt stiff…she couldn't move. Even her eyes seemed heavy. She shifted a little trying to find a comfortable position "Ah, " she rubbed her eyes, finally getting a grip of herself. "Ricky, stop it," she muttered when she felt someone run their hand on her face. The hand felt manly and she knew who that person was."You know I hate…" Alana said, opening her eyes only to stop when she found the last person she expected to see staring at her."You were dreaming about him?" Rocco asked coldly but a shocked Alana only shrugged him away and sat up."W-what did you do…tell me!" She lashed out when she looked around and found herself in a strange room. Rocco ignored her anger and rose from the bed."A good morning greeting will be nice," Rocco scoffed and walked to the table. Ignoring the sharp pain in her head, Alana tried to stand but she fell back down. "You had too much to drink…probably a hangover taking effect," the man said nonchalantly and came ba
Alana returned to her chair and gracefully sat down. The woman before her used to be her friend, but now she wasn't. Joslyn, on the other hand, had a stern expression plastered on her face.“Do you think I can stoop so low, huh? Alana, your husband is a man and…”“You didn't answer my question….you claim to be my best friend, but know… I'm thinking otherwise,” Alana remarked, cutting Joslyn off. She was disappointed in Joslyn. The fact that she claimed to have slept with Ricardo broke her heart. “He was drunk, Alana, we both know what a man can do… I didn't…sobs…we've been friends since childhood…sobs…why would I want to do that…"? Joslyn broke into sobs, and Alana crossed her leg over the other.“I don't want you to work here anymore,” Alana simply said and dragged her laptop closer to her. Joslyn looked up in awe.“Are you doing this because you are afraid…people might find out…why he did,” this time Joslyn sounded irritated, at that moment Alana's gaze turned sour. “I don't beli
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