Charmine turned her head and saw it was Amor Group’s founder and designer, McAmor Houston. An independent 25-year-old woman, McAmor Houston was from one of the prominent families in Shelburne, and she founded her bridal business when she was just 16. With only nine years’ time, she was able to make Amor Group the top bridal brand. Alas, she was not the cream of the crop in the Houstons. That would be the eldest daughter, McKenzie. Ranging from languages to arts, finance investment to even stitching or pottery, McKenzie was a jack-of-all-trades. She was the golden girl. It was also said that McKenzie was the Baileys’ approved daughter-in-law, a match made in heaven with Anthony. Charmine’s heart went susceptible to jealousy when she thought of this. “The makeup artist is already in the make up room waiting for you,” said McAmor, humbly yet nobly at the same time. “Okay.” Charmine followed the assistant to the room located on the first floor. There were various cos
“I’m here to massage and fan you. I don’t mind running errands for you as well.” “Is a photoshoot so tiring? I recalled there being many more jobs which are even more tiring than this. However, I don’t see any one of them getting an assistant to massage them during work?” The crowd was dumbstruck but she continued, “Hiring many assistants can make one look cool but I feel like it’s just to show off. This bad culture within the entertainment industry should be fixed.” The rest were blindsided, somewhat full of admiration at her honesty. Within the circle, it had always been a norm for the artist to have a personal assistant by their side. They even liked to have a personal makeup artist even when the photoshoot team already had makeup artists available. Now with her words, she had made the rest of them realize that there were still lots of occupations out there that were potentially more tiring than being an artist—farmers who worked under the scorching sun, researchers who wor
The afternoon rays were causing her to feel sleepy. She decided to take a nap after the crew left. When she had checked into the Phoenix Hotel at night, she was planning to look for clues on the incident. Five years ago, her plan was to trap Tiffany in jail for poisoning them and have the cops deal with her. She believed that Tiffany would choose to tell the truth rather than lose all her standings and reputation. However, things did not go as well as she had expected. Veronica knocked Charmine’s socks off with her faithfulness toward Tiffany by taking responsibility for all her guilt. ‘It’s impossible for her to tell the truth just to save Veronica now.’ Charmine knew that the guy was the only one who could prove her innocence, but Tiffany must have hidden him somewhere. She needed to find the guy through her own methods! There must be someone who knew who the guy was in the hotel five years ago. “Sister...” A soft-spoken voice echoed behind her while she was still trying to
It was pollen from the tulip. Her memory drifted back to the incident five years ago. That was when she woke up and found out herself in a room full of tulips. The tulips looked wonderful that first springtime. She thought the sight of tulips was her life's pleasures that year. However, reality slapped her in her face during winter on the day she was supposed to get engaged. Since then, she was allergic to tulips. Tiffany must have known. ‘She must be plotting this on purpose so that there will be issues during the photoshoot.’ Charmine started putting the pieces together.Thump! The cake fell to the floor. Tiffany took a few steps back to duck and stumbled. She stared at Charmine, full of deviousness in her eyes. “Ah!”She shrieked as her body fell right into the pond. “Help! Help!” Tiffany was waving for help. Now, everyone’s attention was diverted to the pond. “Charmine, you’re way too much this time!” It was Joey.“Help! Somebody, please save Tiffany!” Joey yelle
Charmine felt as if she had been cut loose, no longer deemed worthy of Joey’s love.“So you’re not gonna give me a chance to explain as usual and just assume that I’m the one who pushed her? Again?” she whimpered helplessly, reminding Joey of the memory they had made yesterday where she had a good conversation with Charmine.“Enlighten me? C’mon, Charmine. I saw what happened with my own eyes. What else can you explain?” spluttered Joey.“What do you expect when you’ve already perceived that I’m the one at fault? Do you think that I’d just push her if I wanted payback? With the evidence I had yesterday, I can easily send her to jail. I pushed her out of revenge? Hah! What a joke!” huffed Charmine.She gazed coldly at Tiffany, somewhat furious. She then ripped her eyes away and walked back to the shade where she had been resting earlier. She was back to being left alone. “I don’t think Charmine would do this. There must be some misunderstanding going on.” The crew was chatting amongst
The shattered glasses cut through her hands. Blood could be seen seeping out of her wounds. The pain shot up her arm like fire as she burst into tears. Tiffany was annoyed by her whimpering. She felt really upset as all her efforts had been in vain. If Veronica was here, this would not have happened. She knew she no longer could rely on Ronnie as she would put her in trouble. ‘I’ll do it myself!’ She put on an evil grin as she thought about Charmine’s weaknesses. [Go on with the thing—the Phoenix Hotel] She sent the text after she left Ronnie by herself and walked to her wardrobe. Meanwhile, Ronnie was trembling in pain. She covered up the wound so that no one could see it. While wincing from across the room, she bumped into Charmine who had just come back home. ‘Isn’t she Tiffany’s assistant? Why is she in tears?’ Charmine was curious but without much questioning, she simply minded her own business. … After Joey left Greenwish Park, Charmine took off the lonely
Charmine held back her anticipation upon seeing the woman as she walked to the table and sat down on a chair. “Come in,” she beckoned.Aunt Cherrie pushed the dining cart forward and placed the dishes on the table one after another. “Have you worked here for long?” Charmine cool-headedly started the conversation. “You look very familiar.”“Why, yes! I’ve been here for at least ten years. Kindly don’t judge me with my old age; I’m more reliable than some of these girls who might spill dishes, however nice they are,” Aunt Cherrie beamed proudly.Charmine noticed Aunt Cherrie’s honest and friendly disposition. She went along with Aunt Cherrie as she agreed to her statement and added, “Oh yes, I prefer people who are reliable workers. Can you sit with me? I’d like to ask you something.”“Oh? Well, ask away,” she answered, pleasantly surprised and liking the flattery.Aunt Cherrie knew Charmine was the Diamond Boss and that she was also a superstar here to shoot advertisements. She dar
How did Julian and Tiffany bring her to this hotel?Julian had to be in it together with Tiffany, but if he was present at that time, how could he have let Tiffany slip up?Aunt Cherrie noted that Charmine was unconvinced with her, thus she continued, “Well, let me get the presidential suite’s manager here to see you. Manager Brown has been in charge of this floor for years, and he knows everyone who’s been in and out of it.“I only deliver food, but Manager Brown provides guests with extra services, so he must know the incident better than me. You can go ahead and ask him to see whether I’m lying to you or not.”“Alright. If the story checks out, I’ll give you the money.” Charmine kept her card swiftly.“Good, good. Still, you shouldn’t disclose the incident to Manager Brown. He’s very strict, and I fear that he’d fire me if he finds out.” With that, Aunt Cherrie stood to leave the room.Charmine nodded.As Aunt Cherrie left, she told her, “Remember: When he comes, open the doo
There was an unnoticeable glint in Sonia's eyes. She nestled herself further into Harry's arms as she added, "Let’s go to Pares. We'll come back after I give birth to the baby.""Alright."Harry stayed by Sonia's side as he watched over her, cared for her, and talked to her until she finally slept in his care.He stood up tiredly and walked out of the room to sit in the living room.Thuck!Something fell out of his pocket.He narrowed his eyes to the source of sound and spotted a USB.Since when did he have a USB in his pocket?With a small frown on his face, Harry curiously picked it up and noticed the front side of the USB glowing. Something was carved onto its surface, too.[Granger].Was it Dior’s USB? Why was her USB inside his pocket?Harry’s clear fingers held on the USB tightly. He thought for a moment before he took out a laptop, turned it on, and plugged in the USB.A moment later, the screen showed what seemed to be peculiar surveillance footage with a descriptio
Dior was still lost in her storm of thoughts when a shadowy figure zipped past her and ran toward Harry.When she spotted this familiar figure, she reacted quickly and held onto him."Let go of me!" growled Guy. "How dare he slap you and misunderstood you? I have to beat some sense into him!"Harry broke free and chased after Harry.Dior, despite having lost all hope and life in her, mustered the last strand of her will to chase after Guy and reeled him back. "Brother, don't," she muttered, "spare your energy…" Her sorrow clouded her eyes as she mumbled, "He’s the man I love. Even though he hates me, I won’t allow you to hurt him. As for the explanation…"Dior smiled ironically. "Whatever. That slap decimated every beautiful daydream I have about him, anyway."She no longer expected anything from him.He had no trust in her, so what would it matter if she finally got him? He did not even love her, and he did not trust her either.Dior smiled elegantly, but her eyes were fille
Dior looked forward to that new shift.She watched as Harry made his way into the restaurant silently, unable to deter her mind from the daydreams she had of him, of the new chapter of their story they would have.He would apologize to her, trying to redeem himself, and kiss her dearly as he embraced her. Later down the line, they would have a child of their own, too.Harry's long legs walked in strides, his dark gaze trained on Dior.The bright light shone on Dior’s delicately stunning face, and she also wore a red dress.He remembered her wearing this back in Mount Village.He could remember how alluring she looked back then, how they stayed in the same room, how she put down her ego to treat him with so much gentleness.Harry’s cold face mellowed down, but recalling a certain memory, the vague wistfulness in him vanished and he sat in front of her.Dior looked at him fondly, like she always would. "Long time no see."Her eyes burned brightly as if she wanted to drink in his
Dior examined the footage the moment she received it.True enough, it showed Sonia and George talking about their little deal. It also showed how Dior was telling the truth while they both ganged up on her.Dior’s frail heart felt as though it was rejuvenated once more, feeling as though blood was once more pumped into her heart. Her dull eyes devoid of hope regained their lost luster once more.Not thinking twice, she dialed Harry's number with this evidence, though he had to be busy, seeing as he did not pick up even after the phone rang for a long while.Just as she was about to hang up, Harry picked up the phone."What do you want?"On the other end of the call was the voice that she had missed for so long. His low, hoarse voice sounded so cold and emotionless.Hearing his voice brought Dior back to the image of his handsome face, and her heart skipped a beat.She tried her best to restrain her fluttering emotions as she tried to speak calmly, "Do you have time? I’d like to
At Mount Village…Inside the elegant bamboo house was Dior, dressed in a beige dress. She sat in the front yard as she took sips of her wine.The sunlight shone past the leaves and illuminated her, yet she exuded an air of loneliness.She swirled the glass and could not help recalling the moments she spent with Harry.In the beginning, she was attracted by his looks; he looked so gentle and elegant.She gave him money, kept him company, and continuously showed up around him in hopes of conquering him.Alas, she ended up in this state.The time she spent with him in Mount Village was the happiest time she had ever had. They had lived inside the bamboo house together, where he took care of her and claimed her to be his woman.They even laid inside the same room.Everything was so beautiful.Cursed was her luck, however, that it was just an illusion. He had been using her from the start, while he chose to stay with the woman who lied to him and even hurt him!No matter how mu
"Although Susan was unhappy, she should've voiced out her displeasure instead of bottling things. Cheating is wrong, regardless. Furthermore, if she wanted a career, she didn't have to stay home and depend on her husband."Grandma Bailey halted.Was that what Charmine truly thought of?Grandma Bailey thought Charmine would find Susan too aggressive unto herself.Charmine glanced at Susan again and apathetically commented, "She doesn't want to make money on her own, but she wants to be rich while complaining about her man not making time for her and taking care of her? If a woman has no ability of her own and also blames others for her miseries, all she's worth is to sit quietly at home and wait for her husband to come home. She also has no right to cheat! This is how the world works."Charmine patted Grandma Bailey’s shoulder and held Anthony’s hand, her words met with everyone's evidently surprised gazes and their silence.Grandma Bailey was shocked. Sure, Charmine sounded rathe
The colossal cruise started to drift away from the pier.Eric stood on the cruise and let the wind blow at him, loneliness and hatred still oozing from his being.He stared at the blue ocean ahead of him as Charmine's words rang in his mind unceasingly.'Will you really feel good after you've killed them?''You saw Susan suffering from a serious wound; would you still kill the one sibling you have left in the world?'"Forgive them and yourself.'Deliberating everything carefully, his lips curled into a bitter smile.It was true, after all, that Charmine understood him the most.Eric poured himself another drink and downed it with loneliness as he allowed the cruise to bring him wherever it would take him.…Susan was still inside the operating room when Charmine and the rest of the Baileys rushed into the hospital.Darryl stood before the room, his expression blank, his figure lonely and helpless.So many things had happened in half a day.He found out about his wife's inf
"No one's stopping you now. Eat!"Anthony clenched his hands tightly and took another glance at Charmine. He was more determined than before, and he was close to eating the pills in the bottle.Charmine, who was held hostage, gradually opened her eyes at that moment. Her gaze drifted toward Eric before she asked, her tone challenging, "Will you really feel good after you've killed them? You saw Susan suffering from a serious wound; would you still kill the one sibling you have left in the world?"Eric halted, and his eyes darkened.Charmine had just woken up, yet what she said…He cast a cold glance at Charmine. "It's my business, and it has nothing to do with you!"They were his family, and he did not want a family like this!Charmine looked squarely at him. "Eric, I don’t care if you used me or plotted against me all these years; I've treated you like a true friend, nothing more nor less. You were the only person who stayed by my side in the past five years, so I hope that you
Anthony's breath hitched when he saw Charmine.He clenched his fists and, without doubting himself, relented "I can agree to your terms, so let her go right away. This has nothing to do with her; you only hate me after all. As long as you let her go, I'll take the pill. Everything will end right away."Susan shook her head. "We'll die after eating the pill. I’m not taking that!"She had just reunited with Eric, and she did not want to die yet. She looked at Eric and begged, "Please let Anthony be, why don't you? He’s your brother, after all, and he doesn’t even know about your existence. If you’re really angry, just kill Charmine, and I'll make it up to you—"Anthony's expression contorted in sheer fury upon hearing Susan's plea, and he glared at her with murderous intent."This was all your fault, so what right do you have to make Charmine take your blame?!""What on earth are you going on about?" snapped Grandma Bailey. "Charmine has been kidnapped because of you, yet you want