"Just tie it tight!" commanded Dealova, despite the pain as the ballet corset was tightened.Dealova held on, clinging to the wall with her eyes forced shut. Her belly had begun to grow. The pregnancy that she had to hide to keep performing on the theater stage."Dealova, are you sure you want to perform?" said one of Dealova's ballet partners who had noticed her condition."I'm very sure! No one can stop me from performing." Dealova stood tall in her ballet outfit. He looked at the reflection of his face and posture, nothing had changed so far. Her stomach was a little tight but Dealova was confident that she could endure the pain and would soon get used to it."Your baby." "Shut up Cia! I own this body. I'm the one who feels," Dealova retorted with sarcasm.Dealova walked out of the dressing room. She was hanging out with the rest of the ballet, they would be performing in a few minutes. Everyone was warming up while Dealova was sitting on a wooden chair lacing up her ballet shoes.
Sunlight filtered through Zella's window curtains. She was still staring at the apartment door; Kenneth had returned from the evening in the morning. She tried contacting Kenneth many times, but none of the calls and messages got an answer.Was she too selfish? She hurt Kenneth's feelings too much.After thinking for a long time, there was no use in feeling regret for so long, and Zella had to go back to being herself. Hasn't she said from the beginning that no love can influence solving all her affairs? Now that her words have come true without Kenneth, Zella will still finish everything.She picked up her cell phone and dialed someone. Only one person in her agency had strong enough connections, so Zella hoped her leader, Audrey, could help her, even though it was unlikely."Hello Audrey, I need your help.""Tell me what you need.""Can I come to your place? Or meet you outside.""I can no longer go out Zella. Leonard forbade me, just come to the Mension.""Alright wait I'll be righ
PRANG!The glass shattered against the wall. Mike threw it angrily. His eyes were red with intoxication, having gulped down almost two bottles of the golden-colored liquid. With his shirt only covering his back, Mike fell back on the sofa with his head up.He was back at Christopher's Mension and had been making a mess since last night. The servants only peeked out from behind the walls, afraid to show their faces as they could be the target of the young master's wrath."Stop peeping at me!" scolded Mike with his eyes closed.Not at the Villa and not at the mension. Every place felt unsafe to him, every corner like someone was stalking him. Mike hated that, whoever was behind all the terror he was receiving. Mike would make sure they died at his hands and drank their blood, the sad face and jet black mane that touched the nape of his neck had a piercing gaze, and the fine hair that grew along his jaw, the youngest son of Zaverio Christopher was devastated. It had only been two weeks s
Eyes closed hands clenched tightly. With his head slightly raised Mike was holding back his anger, it wasn't the only time bad luck had happened to him lately, he had received another rejection but was still trying to negotiate with the person on the other end of the line. They were the place where Mike had been getting his supply of drugs for the past three years, but this was the first time they had returned the money he gave them to cancel his drug shipment."I'll give you double the original agreement. Give the goods to me.""Sorry again. The big master still refuses to give it to you.""Fuck! What's going on?""We're not selling for the time being and some time in the future.""Then where am I going to get it from if not from you!""No need to worry Mr. Christopher. I'll introduce you to someone I know, but they sell face-to-face.""Why do you have to meet. I don't care! Just introduce him to me, and I'll send someone else to pick him up.""If that's the case, I'm sorry you won't
Another heavy inhale was heard as it was exhaled along with the smoke billowing in the air. The cigarette is still clutched between delicate fingers with a blank stare at the sea. Zella was there trying to fight the noise in her head. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks celebrated her heartbreak, Zella just smiled a little and took one last drag on her cigarette before putting it out. Not only was she thinking about her feelings. But she also thought about what retaliation she would do to Mikequel. Today it is certain that Mike is wanted by the police, Zella has submitted all the evidence she wants. Those who have won the mission by proving Mikequel Cristopher is the mastermind of the serial murders over the past year. But Zella would not let Mike be arrested by the police, Mike's business was only Zella who would solve it. Her cell phone rang instantly, she reached into her pocket to check for the caller and answered the call quickly."Hello.""Zella where are you rig
Everyone at the center of the secret agent division was again surprised by Queenzella's return. The news of her return as a secret agent caused pros and cons, some gave her praise for the disguise Zella did to sacrifice so much to complete the mission. And some showed hatred which was a sign of envy because, they couldn't do as well as Zella and her division."What's going on, the youngest heroine is here," said a large man staring intently at Zella. The booming voice of one of the other division leaders who came with a haughty face. As well as his dismissive gaze, Zella didn't take the slightest offense and even walked past him. Did she have to answer the question of an old man barking for praise, unfortunately that didn't apply to her.Zella continued to walk past the many people staring at her. She only focused on the front, a room that was her destination point for stepping back into a place that was full of curses for her. Zella knocked on the door slowly, until she got an answe
3 years later."Luis. Have you studied all the files?" someone asked, adjusting the glasses that framed his face."I have Mr. Christopher," Luis replied steadily with a nodding head."Good Luis. You'll be in charge for the next few months," said Kenneth taking off his glasses and placing them in a box and storing them in a drawer.Kenneth stood up from his desk chair and went into the room. Within minutes, the cold face reappeared in a different suit. No longer in a shirt suit, and also that boring expensive suit. Kenneth appeared wearing jeans and a leather jacket complete with sunglasses."How do I look?" asked Kenneth, putting one hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Staring at Luis with a haughty face with his sunglasses slightly lowered, Kenneth's appearance looked perfect having dyed his hair jet black. "Mr---" Luis' words were cut off as Kenneth raised five fingers to stop him."No Luis. Don't say I'm not fit to look like this, 33 years old is the time to exude the matu
Zürich, Switzerland, is familiar to everyone. It is a country often nicknamed Heaven because of its mountain scenery. It is also famous for its vineyards and many valleys that spoil the eyes. Angelica Gabriella Christopher, the second daughter of Kenneth Christopher and Queenzella Perrson, the owners of a wine factory that is very famous among the old money, was born in this beautiful place, blessed with a perfect body, a gorgeous face, and a brilliant brain.A pair of eyes scanned the altar. Her business partner had just gotten married. Rumor had it that women Angel's age were getting married in arranged marriages, which was no stranger to those who wanted to further enrich their personal accounts. Angel couldn't help but smile. She didn't believe in romance, let alone a marriage based on business."Why is he so stupid? Will choosing not to get married make her starve to death?" muttered Angel, taking another sip of wine and clinking then frowning slightly. Her tongue was too sensiti
3 years later. "Luis. Have you studied all the files?" someone asked, adjusting the glasses that framed his face. "I have Mr. Christopher," Luis replied steadily with a nodding head. "Good Luis. You'll be in charge for the next few months," said Kenneth taking off his glasses and placing them in a box and storing them in a drawer. Kenneth stood up from his desk chair and went into the room. Within minutes, the cold face reappeared in a different suit. No longer in a shirt suit, and also that boring expensive suit. Kenneth appeared wearing jeans and a leather jacket complete with sunglasses. "How do I look?" asked Kenneth, putting one hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Staring at Luis with a haughty face with his sunglasses slightly lowered, Kenneth's appearance looked perfect having dyed his hair jet black. "Mr---" Luis' words were cut off as Kenneth raised five fingers to stop him. "No Luis. Don't say I'm not fit to look like this, 33 years old is the time to
Logan looked from the balcony. Angel looked very happy talking to the man named Prince, they chatted in the garden sitting side by side with two mugs with steam still rising. Logan continued to stare. He felt his presence was no longer needed, but leaving like a coward was not Logan's nature. There was no way he would lose before the war even started. A small pat on his shoulder suddenly made Logan aim from the corner of his eye, Asher appeared and stood right beside him. The man's eyes also stared straight at Angel, Logan was very sure that after this Asher would laugh at him. Asher chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the side. Looking at Logan's face, Asher was completely sure that the arrogant man beside him was currently burning with jealousy. "Are you jealous of Prince? That man is handsome, rich and my parents definitely know his parents better. Did you know that Angel and Prince were once matched." Logan's head also tilted. He stared at Asher's face seriously, hearing mor
The sound of a knock on the door was heard, then paused for a moment and knocked again. Kenneth, who was still finishing some company work in his private room, looked up slightly and glanced at the clock that showed 11 pm. Was it his wife who came? But usually Zella would come straight in accompanied by a loving call to him. So who would come to see him at night like this?"Come in." Kenneth invited someone who was outside to come in.His daughter appeared with a slightly bent expression. Who knows what else was bothering his daughter, that she had to meet him at night which almost never happened."Daddy, are you busy? I want to talk a little," said Angel approaching her father's desk."Is this topic very important? To the point of disturbing your sleep time," replied Kenneth, leaning back slightly and opening the thin glasses that framed his face. He stared into his daughter's eyes, restless. The first thing that crossed Kenneth's mind. "Talk about what's bothering you," continued Ke
"Soon. Soon, Daddy will get it.""I'll be back soon. Be nice to him.""I assure you! I don't love him."Logan hung up the phone from his father. The old man always asked when he would get the island. What was wrong with the island? Why was his father so determined to get a small, remote island. Still standing in the backyard, Logan put his phone in his pocket. Pulling the lighter out of his pocket, Logan didn't smoke but he had a zippo lighter that he always carried everywhere.Ting..Ting Opening and closing repeatedly he did that with a straight gaze. Empty, Logan didn't know what was happening to him right now. Being in Christopher's family's residence for a few days taught him a lot. Not only violence, but also the warmth of a family that often crossed his mind. They did look cold and so strict in their upbringing but Logan could see all the siblings and Angel's parents were so supportive.But Logan didn't love their daughter. That's the fact!"Miss! Don't, it's too dangerous!"
"Miss, Mr. Greyson is injured.""What! How could that be!"Angel's body immediately jerked to her feet, her fingers pressing the glass table with anger. The maid was also shocked, bowing in fear. Angel lifted her dress a little and widened her steps leaving the pavilion, and headed to the main mansion.Angel's feelings were a mess right now. She had been trying not to care about Logan, the man was being tested by her two brothers. Angel didn't want to be there and watch, she didn't want to be seen siding with anyone.Her brown hair fluttered in the wind. The sound of her shoes could be heard loudly stepping on the marble floor, still with both hands tightly holding the dress she was wearing. Angel's goal at this time was only to see Logan's condition, arriving in front of a wooden door. Angel stopped her steps and was silent for a moment."What happened to me? Why do I care so much," Angel thought."Give it to me," said Angel taking the first aid kit brought by the maid.Angel opened
Logan woke up from his sleep. The knock on the door was loud, repeatedly without a break. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was now four in the morning. Who is the crazy person who disturbs other people's sleep."You took so long to open the door."Logan's eyebrows furrowed as he saw Asher, Angel's oldest brother, who was wearing neat clothes. With riding boots, not forgetting the helmet in his right hand."What's wrong?" asked Logan who was also confused about what to call Asher. In terms of age, they were not much different."Get ready! Come with me to the horse race," replied Asher in a cold tone.Although he was a little shocked. But Logan would not refuse Asher's invitation, he would show the best he could do. Logan immediately changed his clothes into a polo shirt, also wearing the same boots as Asher."He looks so confident," thought Asher.Still with a cold gaze full of hatred, Asher couldn't sleep thinking about how to make this man back down and cancel his desire to ma
Angel's small hand pulled the curtain a little. Peeking down, she saw her two siblings, her mother followed by her father approaching Logan who was still standing in the garden. She didn't know what they were talking about, making her so curious. Still wearing her wet clothes, Angel's eyes continued to guess the movements of Logan's lips, but when the man's eyes glanced towards the balcony, Angel quickly closed the curtains of her room. Angel pressed her heart, she took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. "Angel! A respectable woman like you, doesn't need to worry about a man like Logan who is a jerk, itchy and crazy about holes," Angel muttered, further instilling hatred in her heart so that her common sense would function normally again. Her slender fingers took off all the wet clothes. When she was about to take off her bra, she remembered the incident when they were on the boat. "Are you angry because I rejected you in bed?" That's what the man said to her when they were still
"What other evil plans does he have," Angel muttered looking at the two men who were quite a distance apart in age. But strangely his father looked much more comfortable talking to the young man in the white polo shirt, and the golf club in his right hand.Since yesterday Angel had been suspicious of Logan's sudden appearance. The man said he wanted to learn more about wine, but it seemed like an image. Instead of being interested in wine, Logan seemed to be interested in penetrating his family's defenses. Taking away his father's sympathy, and no doubt it would spread to his mother and two brothers.Angel sat with her hat protecting her head from the sun, it wasn't her head that was hot but her heart that was burning. Gone was his appetite for playing golf with his father, his father seemed happy to find an equal opponent. Because of his soulmate, Angel felt like a dead display that looked stupid.seeing two people who had the prowess to play golf balls. The sound of laughter was als
The sound of clattering footsteps came closer and closer. Soon, the sunlight came in quickly, but it didn't change the position of Angel, who was closed up with a chest-length blanket. His face was so pale that cold sweat kept pouring down his face."Angel, are you okay?" Zella asked, panicking when she heard that Angel hadn't woken up yet. "Mommy," mumbled Angel with slightly open eyes."Your fever is so high. When did all this happen? Have you taken your medicine?" said Zella, panicking as she saw Angel looking limp. Angel rarely got sick, but when her daughter did, it was not something to be taken lightly."What time is it?" "noon. Wake up, Mommy will call the doctor." Zella stroked Angel's face as her hands busily searched for their doctor's number."No, no. No need Mommy, I have to go to the factory!" Angel replied, getting up from the bed. She refused to be hospitalized, let alone have to gulp down drugs that only made her feel worse."Angel! Mommy will still forbid you to go!