A growing stack of orders at the counter demanded immediate attention, and some customers wore expressions of impatience. Raymond shot a look at the waiters, telling them to serve the customers some freshly baked macaroon cupcakes first while he quickly looked through the orders. They were all signature desserts. Raymond hurried into the kitchen to check out the situation inside. As soon as he slid the door open, he breathed a sigh of relief when the tantalizing smell of pastries wafted into his nose. Mango soufflés were left to rest to get their perfect fluffy textures. Chocolate mud cakes would be out from the built-in ovens in another minute. The scones and croissants were done too. All that remained were the cream puffs. Raymond quickly searched the fridge, retrieving packs of fresh aloe vera as he got to work.The tall chef in a black apron cast him a brief look and asked, "Are you doing the puffs, 'mond?" "Yeah. Leave them to me." "Great," he muttered, carefully placing the
In the heart of the bustling Sengrilla city located a luxurious mansion, adorned with pristine glass windows and an expansive second-floor swimming pool that stretched outward. A path of polished black granite meandered through a lush floral garden, leading to a contemporary patio. Bathed in the soothing radiance of the setting sun, the outdoor oasis resembled a perfect spot for a quick escape from reality. Evelyn took a deep breath and patted her cheeks to summon up the usual smile. Upon pressing the numbers on the smart lock, the door swung open effortlessly like she was the owner of the mansion. One more step to go, and she could bid a forever goodbye to this facade she had been putting on over the years.She could do this... right? "Aunt Evelyn!"Evelyn's heart trembled, and at that instant, her legs couldn't seem to move any forward. Something was holding her back. Was it her last shred of conscience? Again, that voice was making her waver again. "Aunt Evelyn?" Evelyn reco
Clover curled herself up on the chair in the deluxe room, her face buried into her knees. She was trembling all over. "Clover?" Danise offered her a glass of warm water. She didn't respond. From the moment they left DreamMare until they checked into the hotel, Clover hadn't been saying a word, and on top of that, she was ashen. Danise couldn't help but worry about what was wrong with her. Thinking about the sudden change in Clover after Evelyn's appearance, he asked with hesitancy, "Do you happen to know... Kyle's mother?" Clover gasped. "Clover?" Danise called again, gently patting her on the shoulder. That touch startled her so much that she jerked and fell off the chair directly. "Clover!" Danise hurried to help her up, but she remained seated on the floor. He furrowed his brows and immediately froze in his tracks when he saw the tears coursing down her wobbling cheeks. "What is it, Clover? What happened?" He bent lower to meet her eye, his voice filled with concern. "Dan
Stella took off her black cardigan and hurriedly left the performance hall. Her fan meeting had ended. She pushed her hair back and doffed her pink feathery earrings, dumping them into her bag like they were nothing but a piece of worthless belonging.Kenny walked beside her, shielding her from the enthusiastic crowd. A long line of fans eagerly extended their hands, yearning for a touch of hers. She grabbed a couple of hands at once and shook them several times before letting go. She had no time to attend to all. "Are we going to Kyle?" Kenny asked as he started the engine. She nodded.Kenny fastened his seatbelt and released the handbrake, smoothly reversing out of the parking space. As Stella rolled down the tinted window to bid farewell, her fans showered her with exuberant screams and beaming smiles. All of a sudden, a pang of bitterness surged up in her heart. She had the adoration of the public—everyone loved her, everyone but Kyle. While she might appear to revel in the fa
Clover was awake, and so was Danise.He sat at the round table, engrossed in the same romance novel he had been reading since the day they arrived at the hotel. She rustled under the blanket as she stared at the water droplets trickling down the casement, signaling the end of the rain.Her throat constricted. She pondered if there'd be a day when her life could be free of storms. Too many things had happened recently—from the scandal to Evelyn becoming Kyle's mother and everything in between. She felt utterly overwhelmed.When she got out of bed and slipped into the slippers, her feet flinched at the coldness of the floor."Hey, Danise.""Oh, you're awake." He picked up a clean fork and poked a sliced honey-glazed apple, offering it to her. "Here, have one."She shook her head and sat opposite him."Feeling... better?" he asked in a careful tone.Clover faked a smile and lowered her moist eyes, refusing to meet his worried gaze. She looked down at the carpet under the glass table, coun
The crews hustled up and down, meticulously inspecting the LED lighting and ensuring the seating arrangement could accommodate up to a thousand people. Vans arrived in quick succession, carrying boxes filled with the essential props for the music show later. Hasty footsteps echoed all around as the clock continued to tick away. A multitude of tasks had yet to be completed.Kyle was the second last to perform. He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the box beside him as he waited for them to setup for his rehearsal. Standing at the corner of the stage, he stared across the vacant spaces laid in the open with a longing gaze. He wondered if she would show up tonight. "Brandon, is the pen drive with you?" A guy with spiky hair and torn jeans shouted from the side wing, his voice cutting through the loud, ongoing beats."It's on the black table! Put it on now, Leo!" As soon as the melancholic rhythm drifted to Kyle's ears, a thick and sour lump formed in his throat. The bottl
Half an hour more to go before the music performance kicked off. Two crew members stood at the stadium entrance, collecting admission tickets from the never-ending lines. A group of fans hoarded the merchandise stall nearby, splurging on lightsticks, posters, and banners featuring their favorite idols. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Colorful spotlights danced to the beats, flashing across the enthusiastic crowd. Kyle sat in the dressing room, clad in a ripped vest. It had no buttons or zips, perfectly showing off his abdominal muscles. His fans outside would probably go crazy and be sleepless for nights when they saw him.Adorned with broad metal wristbands, rings, and silver stud earrings, Kyle stared at his reflection in the mirror. A spearhead pendant hung around his neck, sending a chilly touch across his skin.He was hot and seductive—the image the public wanted him to be. Kyle nodded along as Brandon went through the event flow with him once more. Well, he wasn't going
The streets were dimly lit, and the stars gradually lost their twinkle as they disappeared behind the thick, gray clouds. A gentle wind, tinged with a hint of chill, brushed against her skin, sending a peculiar tingle down her spine. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't because of the breeze, but the fact that Kyle was still holding onto her hand, and she showed no signs of telling him to let go. Standing in front of a metal guardrail that separated the land from the shimmering lake, he asked, "Why... Why are you hiding from me, Clover? I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" "You did nothing wrong," she muttered, finally twisting her wrist to break free from him. "Then why won't you stay?" "Because it's not meant to be that way." "What do you mean by that?" Kyle pointed to his heart, his tears seeping in from the corners of his eyes. "You're everywhere inside here. Without you with me, I can barely keep it beating." "Kyle, I—" He took a step closer to her. "I like you, C
Sirens blared, cutting through the air, as Jack and his henchmen, hands cuffed, walked out of his mansion. The evening sun descended in a blaze of warm hues, casting a mesmerizing orangy glow that bathed the city in a soft, amber radiance. Was it to celebrate their victory? Well, perhaps it was. Pausing her steps in front of the entrance, Clover tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "It's finally a bright day." "I can finally live with myself now." Upon hearing that, Clover turned around, and the first thing that caught her eye was the sight of cuffs encircling Evelyn's hands. A relieved smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I've surrendered to the police. This is what I owe you, Clover. I don't seek your forgiveness, but I hope you won't hate my child. I can tell that he cares a lot about you," Evelyn said, darting her eyes from Clover to Kyle at the back and back to Clover again. Clover tried speaking, but words couldn
"Kyle!" Clover screamed. Her face was filled with fear."Don't be scared, Clover. I'll bring you out," Kyle uttered, his eyes emanating a murderous aura as he glared at the man standing before him. "Tsk. What are you talking about? You're gonna die right here, right now," said that man. In a flash, he shuffled to the left and pinned his ankle to Kyle's, tripping him down the next second. Before Kyle had the time to react, the man swiftly seized him by the hair, unleashing a flurry of punches on his face.Clearly, Kyle wasn't his match, and in no time, his face was awash with blood.Tossing Kyle aside, the man grabbed the bat at the corner. As he dragged it across the ground, sparks danced at its edge, their eerie screeches piercing the tense atmosphere. Clover paled, watching him hold it above his head and thrust it down with all his might. "No..." She wept, shaking her head frantically. “Wait, Andrew.” A cold, familiar voice came through. As obedient as a dog, Andrew dropped the
The wind chime gently tinkled, and there sat Kyle, staring at the huge Amethyst Geode next to the 105-inch television. Its purple hues dazzled brilliantly. He flicked his gaze around. The walls were adorned with perfectly framed certificates, newspaper articles, and magazine covers featuring the nation's lawyer for everyone to admire.His uncle was indeed very successful."Oh my my my! Look who's here!" "Uncle Jack!" Kyle stood, reaching out for a warm hug."My boy!" He laughed, tightening his arms around him. "Life's good? I heard you just had your comeback not long ago."Kyle returned him an awkward smile and didn't say anything much. "What's wrong?" Jack asked, bending down slightly to meet his nephew's lowered gaze. "Want some drink?""My friend has gone missing, and I'm really worried." He sighed, his sentence trailing off with a rise in tone as he cast a doubtful look at his uncle. "WHAT?! MISSING?" Jack freaked out. Kyle arched his brows. Was he wrong about his uncle being
As fate would have it, Clover was back on the icy bed, her gaze vacant. She made no attempt to struggle or free herself, almost as if she had submitted to her destiny and abandoned all hope of leaving this place. She had been escaping since the tragic death of her parents. Yet until now, her efforts had proven futile. Exhausted and disheartened, she grew weary of everything. Jack tied Evelyn to a cross. "You lured me out for this, huh?" he hissed, sending a slap across Evelyn's face. "Who gave you the guts to go against me, slut?" "You should've seen this coming when you spilled the story. Did you really think I'd turn to you for help?" Her intense gaze remained fixed on him. "I'm tired, Jack." He smirked. "Don't you think it's a bit too late to regret things, considering all that you've done?" Jack casually walked over to the bed and sat beside Clover, tenderly stroking her from her hair down to her curves. Needless to say, he was craving for her body. Clover swallowed hard and
Clover followed closely behind Evelyn as they walked up the stairs.When they came to a stop, Clover stood on tiptoes and looked past the woman in front. A ray of light fell onto her cheeks like a comforting touch to her intimidated soul as Evelyn pushed open the ceiling.That was the exit and also the entrance to the hidden basement of the mansion. Poking her head out, Evelyn scanned the room, sweeping her glance across the piles of documents, the switched-on laptop, and the watercolor paintings adorning the marble wall. No one was in sight. She crawled out and reached back into the darkness for Clover's hand."Careful," Evelyn said. Clover joined her soon after. She darted her widened eyes around and paused at the hanging grandfather clock with the pendulum swaying at the bottom. The ticks were louder than usual; she couldn't help but be distracted. As her curious mind processed the surroundings like a buffering stream, Evelyn abruptly tore the maroon curtain, sending it cascading
Evelyn descended the curly stairs, shifting most of her weight onto the steel railing. She breathed through her lips. Creaks mustn't be heard, lest she end up doomed. As she moved forward, her heart pounded against her chest so hard that she thought it was just a matter of time before it leaped out. When she finally reached a grey stone wall, she hid behind it and stole glances at the view ahead. The men were there, standing with their feet apart while guarding the room in the corner. They didn't realize her presence. 'What should I do?' she thought, looking at her weaponless self. She darted her dreadful eyes around. The moment her gaze fell on a metal bat left abandoned underneath the dusty steps, a glimmer of hope illuminated her expression. Crawling on her fours, she dragged her body through the dirt and stretched out her arm. The weapon was too far. She couldn't reach it, but determination fueled her. Gritting her teeth, she hauled her body forward for another time, finally h
The middle-sized rented room reeked of aged furniture, a blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke lingering in the air.Frowning, Stella waved her hand over her nose as she glanced around, disgusted with the smell. In one corner, the uncleaned pans and pots were left huddled with the trash. Meanwhile, on the bed was a jumble of inside-out T-shirts that were stained by broths. Kyle took each step with full precaution. If he accidentally tripped and fell, he might need to spend hours in the bathroom getting rid of the stench. Obviously, this didn't seem to be the living place of a normal person, let alone the manager of a superstar. "Check around and see if we can find anything," Kyle said, casting a wary look at the broken cupboard that seemed to be toppling at any moment.As he pulled it open, a rusted hinge clinked to the ground, and a wave of musty clothes tumbled onto him within seconds. He flopped onto the bed, his hands now smeared with an unknown green slime—totally gross. Danise
Kyle stood by the window, biting his fingers as he waited anxiously for her to show up. She sounded thrilled when he called her just now. Brandon sat cross-legged at the table with Danise, busy skimming through their phone contacts to reach whoever they could. Clover was missing. And they were on their own. "Heyy guys!" Stella's voice resounded from a distance. "It's me—" Before she could finish speaking, she was forcefully dragged into the house. There wasn't even a need to knock. Her heels were flung off from her feet like there was a magnet repelling them away. Startled, she looked up and saw the three men staring at her. "W-What's wrong?" Nobody said anything. They moved closer, their intense gazes pushing her back against the long couch. "Guys... What's the matter?" Unable to bear the sudden overwhelming presence they exuded anymore, she quickly hopped over to the opposite seat. "Where's Clover?" Kyle asked. "C-Clover?" She darted her eyes in panic for a moment before s
The air hung heavy with a peculiar, musty smell, enveloping her in the clammy atmosphere. Each of her limbs was cruelly tied wide apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Yes, Clover was undeniably awake, acutely aware of her dire situation. Her fingers subconsciously recoiled as water droplets seeped from tiny cracks above and fell onto them. The drug's effects were starting to wear off, and she slightly regretted that it did.She craned her neck to look out of the glass panel on the steel block that confined her. Two men were there; one on the left, and the other on the right.A continuous shudder coursed through her veins, every second reminded her that she was awake and was more conscious than ever. She shut her eyes, struggling to stop them from flickering. A glimmer of light shone onto her lids as the gray door opened, accompanied by the ominous sound of steps approaching. She dared not picture who they belonged to. Her heart leaped to her throat, and her muscles tensed. The