Noella’s POVAs soon as I stepped inside the nightclub, I immediately felt uncomfortable. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted from every corner of the room, mixing with the thick scent of sweat and cigarette smoke. Brothel men with wild gazes roamed around, looking for prey among the scantily clad and gaudily dressed comfort women. The music thumped loudly, vibrating the floor and making conversation difficult. The flickering neon lights made the atmosphere even more chaotic and dizzying.In the corner of the room, several men seemed to be engrossed in conversation with women who were laughing excessively while their hands were boldly touching without permission. In the center of the dance floor, a group of people danced provocatively, almost without paying attention to their surroundings. Glasses of alcoholic beverages clatter as waiters rush to serve guests who keep asking for more. All the bad things about this place made me want to get out.As we approached a table in the center o
Noella's POV A short while later, I arrived at Calend's modest apartment. I convinced Darren to let me take a taxi home alone after pleading that I had an urgent call from Uncle Martin. Darren was reluctant at first, but I did my best to convince him that there was no need to take me home. After getting out of the taxi, I walked quickly to the door of Calend's apartment, hoping to find the answer to all this mess. I knocked expectantly on the door. Shortly after, the door opened, and Calend greeted me with a serious expression. "Noella, come in," he said as he made room for me to enter. Calend's apartment was cozy despite its simplicity. The walls were decorated with several photos and miniature paintings, and the atmosphere was warm. I sat down on the small sofa in his living room, feeling relieved to be able to escape from the burdensome night. "Thank you for coming, Noella," Calend said. "I know it's sudden, but I have something significant to tell you." "What is it, Cal
Noella’s POVA feeling of joy welled up in my heart. Like a ray of hope amid darkness, I finally found a name that might help me find Enrick and save him. Isabella. Yes, that woman has enough connections and power to save Enrick. I'm sure, if I talk to him, he'll send his people to bring Enrick home.I turned to Calend with an even wider smile. "Calend, I have great hope now. My friend can help us. I'm sure she'll tell her people to bring Enrick home once I talk to her."Calend frowned, looking skeptical but also curious. "Really? That's good, then. Mr. Enrick will surely survive and return home again. But, may I know who your friend is that you believe can help Mr. Enrick?"I nodded vigorously. "My friend's name is Isabella Molina. She is the woman I helped yesterday."Calend's face changed instantly. His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised high, and his lips parted slightly in surprise. He seemed to not believe what he had just heard. For a moment, he was silent, processing the inform
Enrick’s POVI looked around, making sure no enemies were in the vicinity of my location. The shadows of dusk began to fade, and darkness began to envelop my surroundings. Every little sound and movement caught my attention, alerting me. Sitting near me, John looked calm, but his eyes remained alert, like a guard who was always ready."How's your wound? Does it hurt anymore?" he asked, his voice full of concern and worry.I shook my head and smiled faintly. "No, John. I'm already feeling much better than before," I replied in a calmer voice. "This disguise makes me feel safe and calm. Soon, help would arrive. My bodyguards will pick me up here."John nodded slowly, but I could see a glint of sadness in his eyes. "I see. So after this, we'll go our separate ways?" he asked heavily.I looked at him gratefully. John had sheltered me and cared for me during this difficult time. "No, John. Of course, you will come with me to leave this place. You deserve to be rewarded for your help to me.
Noella’s POVThat morning, I stood in front of the large mirror in my room, looking at my reflection with an unavoidable nervousness. Today was significant, and I knew that my appearance had to be perfect. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down while ensuring my makeup looked natural but exuded confidence. I had also put on the formal clothes that Enrick had bought for me neatly. It felt like, even though Enrick wasn't here, he was still with me through every element of my appearance.After feeling quite satisfied with my appearance in the mirror, I stepped out of the room. Not long after, I heard Calend's car pulling up in Uncle Martin's yard. I quickly gathered my things and left the house to meet him. Before leaving, I saw Uncle Martin sitting in the living room, enjoying his coffee."Uncle, I'll go first," I said, sounding more confident than I felt.Uncle Martin turned around and smiled warmly. "Be careful on the road, Noella. And remember, be confident like Enrick. You
Noella’s POVI had expected this to happen. All eyes looked at me sharply. Some were confused, while others looked suspicious. But that wasn't the case now.Darren's mother, sitting haughtily at the end of the table, stood up and pointed at me. "You have no right to interfere in Enrick's company business because you're not Enrick's anyone. You're not married yet but already living in the same house. What kind of woman are you? How rude and unethical!" she railed in a sharp voice that echoed throughout the room.Some board members were shocked at her accusation, and I could feel their glares. Darren's mom then called security, "Security! Get this woman out of here immediately!"However, I didn't flinch in the slightest. Standing up straight, I looked at Darren's mother with a look full of conviction. "What I said is true. Enrick will return. And you, the Stuart family, have no share or right in this company or the Enrick fortune. You're not competent to take care of Enrick's estate eit
Noella’s POVThe moment the figure stepped into the room, all eyes immediately fell on him. His dashing and dignified figure stood tall in front of the entrance. I was transfixed, too happy to describe how glad I was to see him again. After a few days of disappearance, Enrick had now returned, making my heart overflow with unspoken happiness.He spoke loudly and confidently, "Of course, no one can take what is already mine."Darren, who had been so confident and arrogant, now looked like he had seen a ghost. His face paled, and his eyes widened with shock. He tried to compose himself, but it was clear he was unprepared for Enrick's sudden appearance."How did you get here?" asked Darren in a nervous and shaky voice.Enrick looked at him sharply, a faint smile etched on his lips. "So what? Are you surprised? You really want me to die so you can get everything, don't you?"Darren swallowed hard, his face now flushed, showing a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He tried to maintain his
Noella’s POVIn a quiet and cozy private room, I sat with Enrick. It was just the two of us there, separated from the crowd and the chaos that had just happened. I looked at his face, trying to capture every detail lost in my memory for the past few days. His face looked tired but still exuded a calmness and strength I had always admired.I grasped one of her hands with both of mine, feeling the warmth slowly flowing from her to me. It was as if if I let go, he would disappear from my life again. I was genuinely grateful that Enrick was back by my side despite still feeling anxious and worried about everything that had happened and might happen.Both of our faces were so close, but no words were spoken. There was only a meaningful silence. We understood each other without speaking, knowing how deep the longing was. My trembling, teary eyes met his calm but longing eyes, and in that look, I could feel all the feelings we had been holding back.Enrick squeezed my hand gently, signaling
Noella’s POVAfter a beautiful wedding, Enrick and I embarked on our honeymoon to Paris, France, a city known for its romance. I felt very excited as the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. This was the beginning of a new adventure for both of us.We arrived at a luxurious hotel located near the Eiffel Tower. From the balcony of our room, the view of the majestic Eiffel Tower was mesmerizing. "Look at that, Enrick. It's beautiful," I said, holding his hand tightly."Do you like it?""Very much. I like it a lot, Enrick," I replied happily.After a short rest, we decided to walk around the city. We visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed to the top. The view of Paris from the top was amazing. We took pictures and enjoyed every moment. "This is amazing, Enrick. I've never felt so happy," I said, smiling at him.After enjoying the view, we decided to try some French cuisine. We had lunch at a small restaurant famous for its traditional cuisine. I ordered escargot, and Enrick tried coq
Noella’s POVThe atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.My heart was pounding, and I felt agitated. I stared at the mirror, trying to calm myself down by taking a deep breath. Uncle Martin walked into the dressing room with a big smile. "Noella, you look so beautiful," he said lovingly. I smiled nervously, feeling a little relieved by his praise.Uncle Martin came over and held my hand gently. "Don't be nervous, Noella. Everything will go well. You'll make Enrick and your mother very proud."I nodded slowly, trying to absorb the calmness of hi
Chapter 140Noella’s POVAfter enjoying a delicious dinner, we moved to the living room. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, with soft lamplight shining. The aroma of warm tea and the prepared snacks spread out, creating a truly relaxing atmosphere. We sat on the sofa, enjoying each other's company and making small talk.With his friendly smile, Uncle Martin took a photo album from the shelf and brought it to the table. "I have something to show you," he said, turning to the first page. The album was full of pictures of my childhood, from when I was a baby to when I grew up. Each photo brought back sweet memories of our time together."This is Noella when she was just starting to learn to walk," Uncle Martin said as he showed me the photo where I looked cute with chubby cheeks and wobbly little steps. Mama Isabella smiled at the photo, her eyes twinkling."You've been active since you were little, huh," Mama Isabella said jokingly.Uncle Martin continued to tell me stories, describing f
Noella's POV"We can make vegetable soup with this meat," I said while chopping vegetables. "A soup that's warm and full of love."Uncle Martin smiled, his spirits beginning to rise. "That's a good idea, Noella. I'll prepare the pot and start cutting the meat."We worked together in the kitchen, the atmosphere full of togetherness and joy. I felt the warmth of Uncle Martin's home, a warmth that made every meal special. We cooked with gusto, sharing tasks and stories."This dish reminds me of my childhood," Uncle Martin said as he stirred the soup pot. "Back then, your foster mother and I used to cook together, just like today."I smiled and added some spices to the pot. "Cooking together like this always makes me feel happy, Uncle."After a while, our vegetable soup began to boil, and a delicious aroma filled the kitchen. I checked the taste of the soup and added a little salt to my cooking. "It seems to have the right flavor, Uncle." "This will be the perfect dish to welcome your ma
Noella's POVI grasped Uncle Martin's hand tighter and looked into his eyes earnestly. "Uncle, I will never leave you, no matter what. So, will you stay with me at my mama's house?"Uncle Martin shook his head slowly, his face filled with doubt. "I'm not sure, Noella. I don't think I deserve to live in a rich man's house. My place is here, in this simple house."I looked at him warmly and reassuringly. "Uncle, you're like my own father. You've taken such good care of me all these years. I want you to come with me, to be part of my family."He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right, Noella. Suppose that's what you want. But I'm worried that this house we live in now will fall into disrepair if it's not lived in. Who will take care of it?"I smiled and grasped his hand tighter. "That's a small matter, Uncle. I'll make sure this house is maintained. You don't have to worry. this tonight, I will visit your house to thank you."Uncle Martin looked at me with eyes
Noella’s POVI visited Uncle Martin in his modest but always warm home. We sat across from each other in the memorable living room. I warmly clasped his hand, feeling his skin's rough texture from years of hard work. Uncle Martin looked at me with affectionate eyes, slightly confused by the seriousness on my face."Uncle, you know that I love you very much," I said in a slightly trembling voice."Of course, I know that, Noella. You always do everything for me. You always remember celebrating important moments in Uncle's life, like birthdays and other special days. You often prepare little surprises or cook Uncle's favourite foods to show your affection for me. I always feel that you are the greatest gift in my life. But why are you asking me that?" asked Uncle Martin, curious and confused.I took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Uncle, I consider you like my parents. Just like my adoptive parents, too."There was a frown of concern on Uncle Martin's forehead.
Noella's POVA few days passed, and today, Enrick took me to the most famous diamond dealer in town. When we entered the luxurious store, the atmosphere of elegance was immediate. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the red carpet that greeted our steps made me feel like I had entered another world of luxury.Several waiters in neat and formal uniforms immediately greeted us with warm smiles. Before long, the shop owner, an elegant and friendly man, came to greet us. "Welcome to our shop. We are honored to serve you," he said with a smile. "You two look very good together."I felt awkward at his compliment, but Enrick smiled and thanked me. "We are looking for wedding rings. So show us the best ring you have," Enrick said firmly.The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, sir. Please take a seat. We'll show you our best collection shortly." He signaled to the waiters, who immediately rushed to prepare some rings.We sat on a comfortable sofa while the servant
Noella's POV Enrick and Mama Isabella gathered in Mama's dining room when lunchtime came. The dining table in front of us was full of various appetizing, luxurious-looking, and diverse dishes that could only be found in the homes of the rich. There were main courses such as beef tenderloin with truffle sauce, elegantly presented lobster thermidor, and roast chicken seasoned with exotic spices. On the other side of the table are platters of fresh salads with a mix of organic vegetables, premium cheeses, and homemade dressings. Not to forget the crispy and soft artisan bread served with smooth and fragrant butter. For dessert, there are melt-in-your-mouth chocolate soufflés, rich tiramisu, and neatly cut fresh fruits. We ate our lunch quietly, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. However, it was suddenly shattered when Mama asked Enrick abruptly, "Enrick, so when are you going to marry my daughter? Do you love her? Or are your feelings not serious with her?" I was stunned to h
Noella’s POVIsabella took a deep breath before continuing as if gathering strength to convey something very important. Her usually stern face now looked soft, filled with deep affection. "I know that Uncle Martin is a very good man. I also know that your life is hard out there. You were often insulted and belittled by arrogant people like Darren and Emma. They who never liked you," she said in a tone of concern.I nodded slowly, recalling all the bitter experiences I'd had. "So, if someday mom leaves this world, all the assets that mom has will belong to you. You're my only heir," she continued firmly, but her voice was still full of tenderness. "My wealth is par with Stuart's, if not a little richer. Mama even recently purchased the assets of an island in your name to celebrate your return home."I looked at her with teary eyes, finding it hard to accept everything she said. "Mama," I said, holding back my eyes from watering. Isabella grasped my hand tightly, giving me strength thr