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
Dianne stroked her newly adopted pigtail last Saturday and gave it an affectionate look. "Luna, it's lucky that you're around so my nightmare didn't seem so bad."Luna, the Persian cat, just looked at Dianne with her puppy eyes and continued licking its paws.Dianne's heart skipped a beat as her phone rang, jolting her awake from a deep slumber. With bleary eyes, she fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, the screen casting an eerie glow in the darkness of her bedroom. The name "Nicolas" flashed across the screen, sending a wave of confusion through her sleepy mind."Why is Nicolas calling so early in the morning?" she wondered, her voice cracking with fatigue as she answered the call."Hello?" Dianne croaked, trying to sound more awake than she felt."Dianne, it's me, Nicolas," came the urgent voice from the other end of the line. "You need to get up, something incredible has happened!"Dianne's curiosity was piqued, momentarily overshadowing her exhaustion. "What do you mean, some
Dianne frowned as she heard Nicolas' complaints about Detective Arez. "Wait, you're saying that Detective Arez didn't help you at all," she snapped. "Before that, I'd like to know how you got to know Detective Arez. I mean, someone must have brought you two together, right?"Nicolas nodded while adjusting his hair. "Yes, Keenan introduced me to the private detective," he replied. "So what?"Dianne shook her head. "No, I was just wondering why Keenan would put you in touch with an incompetent detective. I think it's a bit strange."Thinking about Dianne's words made Nicolas quite overthinking. "You're right, Detective Arez was very helpful to me at first, I mean, he gave me a lot of options for some suspects. Do you know what surprised me at that time?" The man stopped what he was saying for a moment."What?" asked Dianne, eager to hear Nicolas' next sentence."Detective Arez even included Keenan's name as a candidate for suspicion," Nicolas continued."Really? Isn't it ridiculous to s
Nicolas drove his vehicle out of the basement of his office building. The CEO was not driven this time by Lucas, the personal driver he had recently hired. The man was on leave today because he wanted to accompany his mother to surgery. It sounded familiar, accompanying Mom to surgery, but Nicolas wasn't sure where he had heard of it.The man stopped his car at a red light, occasionally whistling as he watched the countdown on the Traffic Lights that was less than thirty seconds away.While he waited, Nicolas called Dianne while wearing the air pods he had taken from the dashboard of his car.[Dianne Rosallee:] "Yes, Nicolas?"Dianne's voice was heard on the other side."Have you arrived at your part-time café?" asked Nicolas.[Dianne Rosallee:] "Yes, as always. What's going on?""I'll be at your place when I get back from my therapist's office," Nicolas said, stepping on the gas as the traffic light turned from red to green.For a long time, there was an answer from the other side. I