In a world where supremacy and fame makes the world go round, where money's nothing but mere paper, where beauty's equivalent to power and where everyone seems to be too hungry fighting for the top spot. Only few were leading the horde. Julian Fernandez is one of the few, he sits on his throne and he's his own king. He may be powerful and sly when pushed but mostly he goes to nobility. He's one who had his full of fun in his younger days and tried to be a better person, a better man as he grow and learn. "We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors at the sea." He told her softly, comfortingly. His plam warm against her skin, hand rubbing her back soothingly."I may not know you like Shawn or anyone who'd been with you from the beginning." He continued quietly. "You may say I know nothing about you... maybe you're right but I know that, you didn't need to understand the meaning of life; it was enough to find someone who did, no?" He res
"Julian, you know I've no plans of working here." Shawn scowled. Julian sighed loudly as he rounded his desk and sat on his leather chair. "I don't understand, it's always been in our family's history that Fernandez men are going to be holding the 3 highest positions in the Empire. Look, I don't mind holding the position for you but the position of presidency cannot be vacant for few more years. As of now, Isaac and I are covering the Presidency job. Isaac wouldn't accept the position and father's not letting me to put someone else even that isn't you." Julian clenched. "It's not like you're doing something in your life anyway!" Shawn leaned back on his sit. "I really have no intentions of working or continuing the Fernandez Legacy, the family has you to do that. I mean that's why you exist... to continue the family's legacy!" To Julian's glower, Shawn chuckled and stared to him sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I'm putting so much work into your hands but I'm seriously not ready yet." His
Sandra Parker was born a winner. She is a strong force of beauty and wit; she barsked in fortune and and power. She is a true picture of perfection. That, Julian Fernandez fully knows.“I like the flowers... my favorite.”“I know.” He smiled at her. “I'm glad you finally thought I'm worth your time.”She smiled back. “Today was such a boring day and I thought, breakfast with you won't be that revolting.”Julian chuckled. “It's my pleasure.”“Of course.” She looked up from her plate and meets his eyes. “How ironic. Today is supposed to be our wedding anniversary.”He widen his eyes to infuriate her. “Wow. What a timing, huh?‘Sandra laughed. “Yes, asshole.” She leveled her gaze at him. “You were such an immature prick that time, Fernandez.”Flashback: A few years ago...“I do.” Sandra slipped the ring on his finger.The priest smiled and turned to Julian. “Julian, do you take Sandra whom you hold by the hand to be your lawfully wedded wife, and do you covenant to be true to her, to love
Every dreams of being rich and famous now and then. You see a magazine in line at the checkout, or see a story on the news about another celebrity or socialite, whether making huge amounts of money and spectacularly and publicly running their lives. And if you're like the rest of the world, you probably feel a nagging desire to experience the lifestyle of the rich and the famous. But, as many people have often said, fame often isn't all it's cracked up to be.He leaned of his seat, staring at the screen of his laptop, he was reading an article and he didn't like it, especially with the big picture of his 5 year old daughter attached with a caption that says, ‘FAYE FERNANDEZ, THE LITTLE PRINCESS, A MISTAKE OR DAMAGE CONTROL?’His jaw clenched and decided it wasn't worth finishing the article, he gritted his teeth, snapped his fingers and his secretary stepped forward. “Ruin whoever posted this piece of crap.”His secretary bowed. “Yes, Sir.” She pulled her note and glanced at him. “Mr.
Julian grinned as he watched Faye play with her cousins. He stood there, feeling proud of her. “I'm sure today isn't Saturday.“Julian turned to his half-brother who raised a brow at him. “I'm also certain today isn Saturday.”Isaac, his half-brother on his mother's side obviously didn't like it because his face twisted but then slowly, he grinned. “Sandra's going to throw a fit.”Julian pulled his phone out and looked thoughtfully. “She's probably busy that she didn't know I sneak Faye out today.” He shook his head in disappointment. “She will raise hell for sure.”“Oh... now that sounds dangerous.”Julian chuckled. “Nah, I can handle her. You know me."“The last time you said something along those lines, Sandra got pregnant with Faye."Isaac and Julian turned to see James approaching, they laughed just as James handed Julian a beer. “I just wanted to teach her a lesson.”“I say, you better prepare yourself with it then.” Isaac mused. “Julian you should always choose your battles.”“
“Julian...”He stood behind her in silence, hands on her slender waist, fingers lightly caressing the soft fabric but his touches burn. He lowered his head just enough he can nuzzle his nose against her slender neck, she tilted her head a little to give him more access and he can feel her smile on her neck, she let out a gasp when he pressed a soft lingering kiss on her skin.“I'm so glad we finally had time to be together.” He whispered softly, closing his eyes in contentment.She turned to face him, her smile was genuine and she was glowing, she wore the dress he sent to her and he knew it was perfectly made for her. She cupped his face, her eyes twinkling. “I'm so glad we meet tonight.”“Sophie...” They stared on each other's eyes and he leaned down, kissing her passionately. Terms like secret dating, private dating or secret romance refer to the concept of dating or romance between people who keep it private from others they might normally tell. It often overlaps with concepts lik
Julian blinked, quite taken a back seeing her here tonight. “Am I at the right party?” He walked towards her, nodding to some people who called out on him. “Catherine Hart invited you to this charity event?”He stood in front of her, hovering despite the fact that she wore killer heels. Sandra let out a gasp as if she was surpised then she smiled demurely and held out her hand to him. “Oh Julian... as always and expected. You look very handsome.”He chuckled and took her hand to place a soft kiss on the back of her palm. His lips lingered quite longer and she squeezed his hand approvingly. “Your kisses are always warm too, Mr. Fernandez.”He let go of her hand and smiled at her, teasing. “You always liked them.”“Oh, I don't forget.”They stood and stare at each other with smiles on their faces. It always happen, like they're both waiting and thinking what words to say to each other or to be precise thinking what kind of insult to hurl at each other. Sandra gave him an appreciative on
Once inside the auction hall, the guests started to roam around checking out the paintings, Sophie found herself stuck with Sandra and Julian, her Julian who was ignoring her and wasn't a bit bother of Sandra's hand wrapped around his arm, she was never letting go. She knew they were dating secretly, but his actions right now is hurting and disappointing her.Julian sometime would talk about Sandra, only when Sophie would force him into the topic because he never really likes to talk about the mother of his child but he assured her that there was no love between him and Sandra. They used to be a bad blood but they got over it for Faye. That's what he always say.They stopped in front of a painting. It was painted by some Frenchman back in the 1900 and to put the least the painting was erotic.“J'ai envie de toi desesperement. Fais-moi l'amour.” Julian read in a low voice, intending to say it to himself but Sandra giggled beside him. “I never thought dirty French can sound dirtier and h