"Seriously, Trixie? Do I looked like your fucking servant?" Krysie said, raising the folders filled with sales report that Trixie needs to review before submitting them to the boss."No!" Her co-worker laughed and shook her head. "I already reviewed that one. Just submit it to the boss.""Why me?" Her forehead knotted in confusion."The boss wants to see your goddamn face, Krysie. Just go," Trixie replied and continue working on her computer.Krysie glanced at her wristwatch. It's early seven in the morning and here they are, arguing about this matter. And this always happens every fucking day!Since she started working on this company, Krysie never got the chance to meet their boss. She was interviewed by his secretary and got hired immediately even without formal interviews or such a company needs in hiring their employees. That kinda feels weird, but she got used to it. It's been a year and she's still here, so yeah.She stomped her feet on the ground like a child that wasn't given
"Are you excited to meet them?" her mom asked in joy.Krysie blew a loud breath and closed her luggage. She picked up her brown shoulder bag and see to it if she ever forgot something before they'll proceed and left this small apartment of hers."No, I'm not," she replied bluntly. "You know, mom, I'm already eighteen. I can manage on my own. I am in my legal age. Stop acting like I'm a baby.""You are my baby." She walked in her direction and caressed her face. She tucked some strands of Krysie's hair behind her ears and smiled. "You are the only treasure he left to me. I can't stand watching you living alone in this world and not being able to attend your school because of your part-time works."You can live with me and Hermano until you finish your study. He would be happy knowing my princess will be living with me."After her daddy died three years ago, she started living and working on her own. She barely attends school because of her part-time works and thankfully, the administra
Krysie was silently chewing her food. She felt suffocated. She could barely swallow her food because of her mom's family's presence. The cold and intimidating aura coming from the two sons of Hermano."What are you thinking?" the eldest, Hunter said. "Why did you let your mistress' brat move here?""Hunter, watch your words," Hermano said.The man named Hunter dropped his spoon and fork and it created a very unwanted noise as it touches the crystal plate. He leaned against his seat and look at her in pure disgust. "What do you think of our manor? An adoption center?"Krysie completely lost her appetite. She slowly put down her spoon and forced herself to drink the glass of water that was just right beside her. She then wiped her lips using the tissue and took a deep breath."Krysie is Millet's daughter. She's your step-sister." Hermano's voice came out cold."Hell, no." The man abruptly stood and eyed her making the latter look down in shame.Hunter stormed out of the dining area, lea
“GOSH! My daughter looks pretty on her uniform, don't you think, hon?” her mother said the moment she arrived inside the dining area for breakfast.Everyone looked at her and she suddenly felt awkward after seeing how her stepbrothers eyed her from head to foot.She's wearing a wrist-length plated pink skirt, white button-up polo covered with a pink blazer that has the logo of their school at her chest, black shiny mary joy shoes, and knee-length socks. A perfect image for a high school girl.“She is,” Hermano agreed. “Have a seat, Sey.”She showed her tight smile before walking towards the chair right next to Carson. She awkwardly took her seat as he felt some stares coming from her stepbrothers.“Your brother, Hunter will take you to school, is that okay with you?” Hermano asked.Krysie lifted her gaze to her stepbrother who's now silently eating and didn't even bother to disagree with what his father said.Is he planning something?“S-sure.” She doesn't wanna look rude or something
Want 5KRYSIE pursed her lips while glaring at her notebook. She should be in Carson's room by now, but she has still this unfinished assignment that will be checked tomorrow.“What kind of magic should I use to balance this shit?” she muttered.Since they arrived home, she focused to finished her assignment early. But things didn't go on her way because she thought that her assignment would be easy as a freaking pie!She picked her pen and started analyzing the problem again. Well, she almost memorizes the problem. There must be something wrong with her comprehension of the problem and she's starting to get frustrated.The door opened, but Krysie didn't bother lifter her gaze. She's busy analyzing, people. Entertaining disturbances won't help her with her assignments. She's also shy to ask her classmates through google mail because that would be so pathetic.“Hey, baby.”She bit the head of her pen and turned to look at the person who called her. “Hey, Kuya.”It was Carson who entere
“Mommy, what are you cooking?” Krysie asked the moment she entered their kitchen.It's still six in the morning and she's already up. Her first class would be this nine in the morning so she had time to rest before going to school.“Cooking for my baby's breakfast,” her mother replied.Krysie raised her brows. “Babies?”Her mother chuckled with her confusion and continue cooking. “My children. You and your brothers, what else?”Krysie pursed her lips and nodded her head in understanding. She heads to their fridge and looks for something to eat or drink. She's hungry.“What happened to your hand?”She looked at her mom and to her hand that was wrapped with a bandage to avoid the ointment, she applied last night to touch her duvet and sheets.“Oh?” She showed her hands. “This is just nothing, mom. Besides, it was Kuya Elias who cured my burn last night.”“Kuya? What's that mean?”She pulled out a single apple fruit and closed the door of the fridge. She sat at the high stool of their ki
SHE WAS walking the hallway like a lifeless zombie. Hunter's lips against hers still linger in her mind and she can still feel the softness of his lips, and his scent that's messing up her head."Hey!" Someone approached her and it was Ivan. "You weren't in your shoes today, are you alright?"Krysie blinked several times and cleared her throat. "I-I'm good. Just thinking of something."They continue walking through the hallway, and Krysie is not numb not to feel the stares she get from the students. But her mind's busy thinking about the incident— scratch that— kissing incident that happened this morning."Are you done with our homework?" Ivan asked, trying to lift a conversation.Krysie glanced at him and nodded his head. "Yeah, sort of."She's not in her mind to talk right now. Seriously. She wants some time to be alone even just for a moment or two, and Ivan pestering her didn't do any help. It just made her headache worse."Krysie," he called her and she hummed in response. "Do yo
“Do you think they would like it?” she said; sounded very hesitant and unsure.Her mother nodded her head happily and kissed her forehead. “Your dish tasted great, my baby. I'm sure Elias would be happy and love your dish!”She smiled tightly. It's already eight in the evening, time for dinner. She made an effort for cooking a simple dish to thank Elias for aiding her burn last night. She was careless of her actions that's why it happened, and now she owes him one.Krysie helped the maids distribute plates and other utensils on the table, including the dishes and other foods for tonight. Some of the maids stopped her but she didn't listen. She's not a princess of this house, so she had to work her ass off. Who knows her stepbrothers are talking about her behavior behind her back.“Change yourself, Sey. Then call your brothers for dinner,” her mother instructed her.She nodded her head and headed upstairs. She really needs to change because she looks like a mess. She can even smell her