Semua Bab The Alpha’s Dionesa: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The day had finally come, a coffin was placed in the middle while people dressed up in black surrounded it. The framed picture of a young girl with a beaming smile sat on top of the closed coffin.“We are gathered here today, to not only console the grieving family but to also pray for and share all the loving memories we had with Miss Layla Johnson.” The Reverend began the service. “We will start with whoever wishes to begin then we will round up with her parents.”Someone from the crowd raised up her hands. “My name is Rebecca Milton, I used to be a classmate to the deceased. Trust me when I say that I was not the least close to Layla. I was actually jealous of her, I envied her beaming smile, her elegant steps, her charismatic words and her beautiful aura. Each time I stared at her I saw a competition and not a human. When I heard of Layla's death I was stunned, I spent half of my life in the shadows trying to surpass Layla. Now I have no idea what to do with my life, maybe I will

Michael sat on the edge of his king-sized bed, a towel draped over his waist, droplets of water still dripping from the tips of his wet hair. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the luxurious room. He reached for his phone on the bedside table. As he scrolled through his emails, his phone rang, displaying an unknown number.Expecting it might be the masked model, he picked up the call. "Hello, this is Michael.""Good morning, Mr. Brown. This is Jerry, the manager of the masked model you spoke to at The Rosewood Hotel, yesterday."“Good morning, Jerry. What can I do for you?""Your business proposal intrigued her, and she informed me about it. I'd like to discuss it further."Michael leaned back against the headboard, his curiosity deepening. "I was hoping to discuss it over lunch with her directly."“I'm afraid that's not possible. Any business matters must go through me. We can meet for lunch, and I'll convey the details to her."Jerry said, politely

Li Sun Mi slipped into her purple pajamas, the soft fabric gliding over her skin. She moved to her room's dressing table and began her nightly skincare routine, applying a hydrating facial mask. The mask felt cool and soothing. She glanced at the reflection of Jerry, who was seated on the edge of her bed, legs crossed with a concerned expression on his face."You shouldn't give out too much information about yourself.” Jerry warned, referring to her discussion earlier with Vince.Li Sun Mi sighed, adjusting the mask on her face. "I guess I got too comfortable.” She admitted.Jerry's brow furrowed. "Your parents would have my head if any harm befalls you.” He said.She turned to face him, leaning against the vanity. "I know, Jerry. It's just... I feel different when I'm around Michael. There's something about him that makes me feel safe, like I can be myself.”Jerry looked at her thoughtfully. "Different how?"Li Sun Mi paused, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. I fe

The day for the remembrance ceremony finally came, guests mingled quietly. At the front of the room, a large photograph of Layla smiled down on them, capturing her vibrant spirit.Imani stood at the podium with her protruding belly, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked out over the assembled guests. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking."Thank you all for coming to remember Layla with us.” Imani began. "She was a bright light in our lives, and though she's no longer with us, her memory lives on in our hearts."Imani paused, glancing at the photograph of Layla. “I remember this one time during a camping trip in middle school, Layla decided she wanted to bake cookies for everyone. But instead of sugar, she accidentally used salt. The look on her face when we all took a bite was priceless! She was so embarrassed, but we all ended up laughing about it for days.” Imani said and the guests chuckled softly.One of Layla's friends, Sarah, stepped forward to s

“I just got a call from my friend.” Vince announced as Imani stepped into their hotel room with a towel draped over her chest.Using a face towel Imani wiped off the water from her face and hands before she stared deeply at Vince. “What friend?” She inquired, making her way to the wardrobe to pick out pajamas for the night.“The one with the information about Layla's mother.” Vince responded and Imani paused in her tracks.“What did he say?” She asked, turning to face him.“He said that he bumped into her again, this time around in a supermarket. He claimed that he overheard her in a heated conversation with someone but he couldn't understand what she said as she spoke fluently in Mandarin. But the last words she said before the call ended were spoken in English.” Vince began.“What did she say?” Imani asked.“I don't want to lose my daughter again.” Vince replied. His words caused Imani to drop her face towel in shock.“Are you sure about this?” Imani asked, her eyes wide open in sho