Keenan stared at Dianne, his eyes filled with suspicion and anger. As the deputy CEO of the company, he had always been protective of his best friend, Nicolas. And now, seeing Dianne by his side, he couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment.As the deputy CEO of a well-known company and Nicolas' closest friend, Keenan has long held Dianne's secret. He remembers how furious he was when he found out that Dianne was posing as a fake fiancé for personal gain. Keenan cannot bear the thought of Dianne deceiving Nicolas, as he believes that true love should not be tainted by lies.Keenan's anger began to subside, replaced by a flicker of doubt. He had never seen Dianne as anything other than Nicolas' assistant before the accident. And now, seeing the love and sincerity in her eyes, he couldn't help but question his initial judgment."How long have you been with him?" Keenan asked, his voice sharp and accusing.Dianne met his gaze with a steady resolve, refusing to be intimidated. "I've be
"Aren't I going to leave just as soon as Nicolas's memory returns, it's not a matter of salary as a personal assistant but the terms of the employment contract that we both secretly signed behind Nicolas's back!" Dianne snapped at Keenan firmly.Dianne and Keenan sat facing each other in the quiet coffee shop, their voices filled with tension. The air crackled with secrecy and anticipation. Dianne's words hung in the air, revealing hidden truths that had been kept in the shadows.Keenan's eyes widened, his mind racing to process Dianne's revelation. He had always suspected that there was something Dianne was holding on to as a means of survival, that contract, but now it was confirmed."You ... don't bring up our contract!" Keenan stammered, his voice barely audible.Dianne nodded, her face showing determination. "Yes, a contract that binds us together. You need to, given the circumstances."Keenan's mind went back to the day he found Nicolas, lying with no memory in the hospital bed.
As Dianne and Nicolas stroll through the streets, the smell of freshly baked bread fills the air. The sun bathed the cobblestone streets in a warm golden color, casting a magical glow over the bustling shops and cozy cafés. They had embarked on a mission to find the perfect gift for their beloved Aunt Bianca, who had always been the epitome of warmth and love in their lives.The display cases were filled with sugar and flour-decorated buns, adorned with colorful pastries and mouth-watering delicacies.Their eyes sparkled with excitement as they approached a charming bakery, with a display case adorned with a variety of breads and desserts. The warm scent of cinnamon and sugar danced seductively in the air, beckoning them to come closer. The sight of perfectly frosted cupcakes, crispy croissants, and crusty baguettes made their mouths water."Looks like the bread will be good!" Nicolas exclaimed, his eyes wide with anticipation. Dianne nodded in agreement, her heart pounding at the tho
Nicolas wore his luxurious and expensive suit. Last night, he had the pleasure of making a precious first meeting with Aunt Bianca, Dianne's aunt.Every morning, Nicolas would meticulously select his outfit for the day. Today, he had a particularly important meeting with a high-profile client, and he wanted to make a lasting impression. He walked into his walk-in closet, filled with rows and rows of designer suits, each one more luxurious and expensive than the last.As he stood in front of the mirror, Nicolas carefully examined each suit, considering the message he wanted to convey. Should he go for the classic navy blue with a hint of pinstripe, or perhaps the sleek charcoal gray that exuded confidence? After much contemplation, he settled on a dark, tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and gave him an air of authority.With his suit selected, Nicolas moved on to the accessories. He carefully chose a crisp white shirt, perfectly complemented by a patterned silk tie tha
Nicolas watched from outside the fitting room, his heart skipping a beat as he caught a glimpse of Dianne in the gown. It was as if time stood still, and he couldn't help but imagine her walking down the aisle toward him on their wedding day.After trying on a few more gowns, each more breathtaking than the last, Dianne finally found the one that stole her heart. It was a breathtaking creation of blush pink tulle, with a corseted bodice and a cascading skirt that seemed to float on air. As she stepped out of the fitting room, a gasp of awe escaped from her lips.Nicolas couldn't believe his eyes. Dianne looked like a vision in the gown, her eyes sparkling with joy and her smile radiant. "You look absolutely stunning," he whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.Dianne blushed, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. "Thank you, my love. This is the one."As they left the boutique, Dianne couldn't help but twirl in her gown, the layers of tulle billowing around her.
Whispers and rumors filled the corridors of Buenos Solar Company painting Dianne as an opportunist who had used her position to climb the corporate ladder. The once-admired secretary was now the subject of scorn and disdain.Dianne, however, remained steadfast in her love for Kairav. She knew that their connection was genuine and based on mutual respect and admiration. Despite the backlash and judgment, she refused to let the opinions of others dictate her happiness.She overheard the whispers of the employees, their words dripping with doubt and disdain. They spoke of her as if she were unworthy of being Nicolas, the CEO's, fiancée. The news pierced her heart like a thousand tiny daggers, leaving her feeling vulnerable and isolated.Beth and Lia were known for their sharp tongues and their knack for spreading rumors. They tended to see the worst in people, and their words often caused harm. When they heard about Dianne's encounter with Mr. Nicolas, they were quick to assume the worst
Dianne grabbed her clothes from the hanger behind the door and got ready to go to the office. She liked her side job at the coffee shop that had recently become her part-time job, not only because she wanted to open her own coffee shop, but also because Dianne wanted to hone her skills at the coffee shop.Lately it seemed like she spent more time there than in her own home or even Nicolas' penthouse. When she worked at the coffee shop, it meant she didn't have time to relax, which she really liked as her boss at the coffee shop was very friendly.That afternoon, Dianne took off her suit jacket and threw it on a chair in her wardrobe. It hung neatly with all her coats. She put on a pair of leggings and put her hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting too tangled.She could get ready and take a few minutes to go over her duties as a secretary in Nicolas' office and make sure everything was in order. If she checked everything one last time, she would be ready when she woke up tomorrow
Dianne was quite affected by the anonymous email. Is it true that Nicolas had a hand in his mother's death? "Is it true that mom died because of Nicolas' involvement in it?" thought Dianne who either believed or disbelieved.Dianne sat in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her worried face. Her heart raced as she read and re-read the anonymous email that had landed in her inbox earlier that day. The words seemed to dance before her eyes, each syllable cutting through her like a knife."Is it true that mom died because of Nicolas' involvement in it?" Dianne's mind whirled with a mix of disbelief and fear. Nicolas, her older brother, had always been a bit mysterious, but she never would have imagined him capable of something so sinister.Her mind flashed back to the day her mother passed away. It had been a tragic accident, or so they had all believed. But now, doubts crept into Dianne's thoughts. Could it be possible that there was more to her mother's death t