"I am telling you, Elvis, that girl is something else! She has been pretending to be a weak little bunny, but she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing! I hate how she changed up as soon as she had the money!" Wendy kept on blabbering about Lyra and how she changed up after getting everything that she did not have before: company, money, and power. "And to tell you the truth, I can’t believe how fearful you looked when she began to talk! Are you sure that you have a plan, Elvis? To be honest, you look like you are talking without knowing what your next step will be like. Are we on a sinking ship? You better tell me now before it all goes to sh*t!" "To what?" The old man yelled. The driver of their car almost accidentally hit the brake because of how shocked he was. The old man yelled at the top of his lungs, almost popping the veins on his neck. "To jump into her side and help her take me and my whole empire down? I am watching you, Wendy. I saw how your eyes flickered as soon as she mentione
Lyra was tense and on edge as she sat in her restaurant office, still shaken from the confrontation with her evil aunt and father. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her breaths came in short gasps, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail as if searching for a way out. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a drumbeat of fear and anxiety. She felt trapped, caught between two people she had always feared and never fully trusted. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger. She was completely tense, completely on edge, and completely uncertain of what the future held. Lyra took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She reminded herself that her aunt and father had already left and she was safe, at least for now. She repeated a mantra to herself, focusing on the sound of her own voice and the slow, steady r
Derrick and Lyra drove home, the sound of the rain tapping against the windshield creating a peaceful ambiance. As they drove, they reminisced about their first drive to the beach together, which was as peaceful as this is. "Do you remember our first drive to the beach?" Lyra asked with a smile. "Of course," Derrick replied, his eyes twinkling with fond memories. "It was such a beautiful night; the stars were shining brightly, and the waves were crashing on the shore. It made me realize that even if everything on land changed, the stars were still the same, dancing and playing in the night sky." Lyra nodded. "And we talked for hours about our hopes, dreams, and fears. I felt like I could really open up to you and be myself. I saw a whole new side of you, something that I never knew I needed." "That was the night I realized that I could never exist without you." Derrick added, squeezing her hand. "It was a very scary moment for me, knowing that even if I am powerful and capable of
The old man, Elvis, was reading an article about Lyra's Restaurant with a sense of satisfaction. The article highlighted the challenges that the restaurant was facing, including the controversial hiring of women with questionable backgrounds to run the establishment. The article that Lian posted was perfect for what he wanted. It might not be blatantly showing Lyra’s name and the people that they were trying to expose, but it would serve the purpose that he wanted it to serve. It is enough to make his daughter think about their past encounter and wonder if she made the wrong choice. It was enough to make Lyra see how terrible it is for her to act all tough and mighty in front of him. He knew that Derrick had the capability to ruin his business, but he was also aware that targeting Lyra and those women would give him enough time and perhaps a chance to get out of this hell pit."This is perfect, Wendy! Have you read it?" Elvis asked, his evil smile growing bigger. "I knew that dragging
Lyra's POVIt's still dark outside, but I can hear the sounds of Derrick's steady breathing next to me. I slip out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so I don't disturb him. I make my way to the kitchen, flicking on the lights and getting everything I need to start cooking. I can already feel the excitement building inside of me as I start to prep the ingredients for breakfast. I'm determined to make this the best breakfast Derrick has ever had. I move around the kitchen with ease, quickly and efficiently, as I put together a delicious meal of eggs, fried rice, and sausages. As I open the door to head back to the bedroom, my heart beats a little faster. I can't wait to see the look of surprise on Derrick's face. And just as I suspected, as soon as I opened the door with the tray of food, Derrick woke up with a start, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in bed. I tried to give him food, and we enjoyed giggling about anything we could under the sun. It was a beautiful day for me, but
Derrick sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space, his mind lost in thought. Zin, his loyal servant and magical friend, watches him with growing concern. "Master," he said softly. "What's troubling you? I can sense that something is wrong."Derrick looks up at Zin, a haunted expression on his face. "I had a dream last night," he said. "Lucifer was calling me back to hell. with wants me to return there and fulfill my job as a little devil, shouldering some of his work instead of meddling in the affairs of humans."Zin's eyes widen in alarm. "That's a serious matter, Master," he says. "If even Lucifer is getting involved with our matters after all those years of him letting us run around and do stuff, this might have turned out to be as serious as we thought."Derrick sighs deeply. "I don't know," he says. "I just can't make that decision. I am not going to go back down there. I am not ready to do that.""But master, Lucifer called for you.""I love Lyra, and I don't want to leav
Elvis was in the middle of a meeting with his advisers when his phone rang. He excused himself and answered the call, only to be greeted with a voice full of worry and urgency on the other end. This isn't the morning that he expected; it's been too stressful for him already with Lyra threatening him."Mister Watson, it's bad news," said his secretary. "I heard that every single one of your business partners is trying to sell their shares all at once, and our investors are pulling out. If this continues, I fear for us because the whole company would be in shambles. We wouldn't last for even a week."Elvis felt a knot form in his stomach. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded."We're not sure, but we're looking into it," his secretary replied. "It's possible that someone is trying to sabotage the company, and I am afraid that it might work if we don't find any solutions quickly."Elvis hung up the phone and turned to his advisers, his eyes blazing with fury. "This is a disaster," he
Derrick and Zin were sitting around the couch with steaming cups of coffee in hand, deep in conversation about Lyra."Do you remember the first time we met her?" Zin asked.Derrick took a sip of his coffee and nodded. "Yeah, she was so quiet and reserved; she barely said a word. It was like she was afraid of her own shadow."Zin chuckled and said, "That's definitely not the case anymore."Derrick smiled and said, "No, it's not. She's come a long way since then. I remember when she first told us about her father and how she was afraid of him. It broke my heart to see her so scared.""Yeah, but now she's brave enough to face him and stand up for what's right," Zin said with a hint of pride in her voice."She's amazing," Derrick said. "I admire her so much for putting herself on the line to protect the people she loves. She's grown into such a strong and confident young woman."Zin nodded. "She's always been like a big sister to me, and it's been incredible to see her transformation. I'm