I emptied my rock glass and slammed it on the table, "And you know what he said?" I asked Daniel angrily. "What?" "He said he never really stopped loving me! B*llsh*t, right?!" I exclaimed and leered at him as if he was the one who was making me furious. "After taking me for granted and cheating on me? He would say that? After hurting me so much to the point I've lost myself?! How will I believe that?" I shook my head profusely. I grabbed the bottle of brandy and chugged it down my throat. However, Daniel was quick enough to snatch it away from my grip when he realized I aimed to finish the whole content alone. "That's enough, Brianna.." he said calmly. I didn't protest though. I let him steal the bottle away from my hands as I slouched my body on the sofa I was sitting on. My heart was swelling from all the mixed emotions I was feeling all at the same time. For two years, I actually believed I was numbed already. I thought I had no more feelings aside from anger and nothing c
“Brianna..” I heard Daniel called but I ignored him as I felt like my heart was being crushed. I have never felt so humiliated in my entire darn life and all I wanted to do right now was to just vanish and to never come back and appear again ever. “I didn't mean to--” “I know,” I quickly cut him off and smiled bitterly. Shaking my head, I then let out a sharp and exasperated sigh.Suddenly, my senses went back and my drunkness diminished in an instant. I slowly stood up and staggered a bit. But I quickly held my hand up to stop him from coming to me for help. This might be petty, but I was hurt so I didn't want him to touch me. I know we shouldn't do it, and I understand that he was respecting me. Daniel was only doing the right thing for us, and I also know I will certainly going to regret it if there's something happens to us. Because ever since the beginning of this crazy arrangement, we had already agreed that we will never cross the line. However, I momentarily forgot ab
I pursed my lips and clenched my fist as I watched Hans leaving. “Fiancee?” I asked incredulously. “As far as I remembered, I said no” “Let's talk in your suite” I didn't protest when he started to guide me. As much as I wanted to get away with him, I also didn't want people who knew us to gossip about what's happening between us. It's one of the reasons why we stayed together. To avoid drama. “Are you drunk?” Lorenzo asked as soon as we stepped inside my room. I didn't answer him and just went straight to the bathroom. I cringed the moment I saw my reflection in the mirror. “Where have you been?” he asked critically. I raised my eyebrows when I saw him through the mirror. “Why do you care?” I rolled my eyes. “You left me, Brianna!” “So? Didn't we always do that after having s*x?” Lorenzo's face became murderous after that. But I didn't feel scared at all. I even smirked that I made him look like that because I know I hit the button, spot on. “I already told you everything
I could've left earlier without anyone knowing about it. However, I knew pretty well that it would just be a futile attempt, because Lorenzo and my father had all the resources they needed. They only need to lf a finger to know where I will be. Thus, I went to the hospital to speak with my father first about my plan, than going straight to the office instead. “Good morning, Dad,” I casually greeted. He was alone, sitting on his bed and reading a book with his glasses on. Immediately, he removed his glasses upon seeing me enter the room, then squinted his eyes on me as he watched me slowly walking towards his direction.“You're not mad?” he asked instead of greeting me back. I pursed my lips and didn't answer that. I know it was a rhetorical question and he already knew my answer. He was just asking probably because he was surprised that I visited him. I sighed. After kissing him on the cheek, I straightened my body and directly stared at his eyes. “I'm filling a leave. I need v
“Let's talk now,” Lorenzo said sternly. I didn't move nor didn't say anything. I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes on him. “How did you know I'm here?” I asked coldly. “Does it matter?” “Dad?” I pursed my lips when he didn't answer and just stared at me instead. But his silence was enough for me to know that it was indeed my father who told him about my whereabouts. I didn't need to ask how he knew about it. I'm pretty sure he used his connection and probably asked the airline directly about my booking. I let out a sharp breath and shook my head. “Why did you follow me? I left without telling you for a reason,” I stated. Unconsciously, I took a step back when he started walking towards me. I saw his jaw clenched as his pace increased and with just a few large steps, he succeeded in cutting the distance between us. “Are you avoiding me, Brianna?” he queried. His voice was rasped and it had a lace of controlled anger. He then grabbed my wrist when he noticed
My tears quickly flowed down as I ran back to the rest house. Instantly, I regretted what I've said and done as I realized that I still cannot let him go. I loved Lorenzo so much. And just thinking about not seeing him again felt like my heart was being crushed into ashes. I had been with him for eight years. My whole life depended on him. Even for the past two years, despite our situation, it wasn't that hard for me because I knew he's still with me. What is going to happen to me now? I cried harder as I leaned my body against the closed door until I slid on the floor. My insides were tremendously shaking and I could hardly breathe. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to stop myself from crying but to no avail. It was so painful. Heck, it was more painful than the time I caught him cheating on me. I bit my bottom lips hard until there was a metal taste in my mouth. I hated myself for feeling this way. Now, I couldn't blame anyone anymore, even Lorenzo, because it was my fault. I
I woke up with a throbbing head. I grunted as I moved, thus I covered my face with the pillow. “Good morning, Miss Costales,” someone greeted, which made my brows furrowed.I didn't remember having a companion and I haven't asked for anyone to come here. Slowly, I removed the pillow over my head and looked at the woman standing near the door, smiling. “Your breakfast is here, Ma'am,” she said politely. I stared at her for a long second before I finally spoke, “Did I order breakfast?” I asked, confused. Because I seriously can't remember anything. Did I order while I'm still sleeping? The woman smiled politely, “No, Ma'am. But this is part of the special service,” she answered. “Special service?” I scowled. Never did I had any special service before. Not that I actually wanted one but it was my first time to hear about it. “What kind of special service?” I queried. The woman pushed the cart beside my bed and carefully took the soup bowl and handed it to me. The smile plastered
“Mr. Gomez!” someone called. My chest pounded wildly upon seeing him. My eyes then fixed as I silently watched him turn his head towards my direction. He didn't move at first, and just stood there while looking at me. We stared at each other for quite long before he finally stepped forward.My chest hammered so hard that it hurt and I didn't know whether I would wait for him or run away as I watched him walk slowly towards my direction.I'm not completely sober yet and I'm still hungover from the events yesterday. And upon seeing him approaching, my eyes immediately moistened and I just wanted to run towards him and apologize. However, memories of him calling Julienne immediately popped up like a reminder that I just did the right thing. That's why, before he could even close the gap between us, I already stepped back and ran away from him. I heard him call my name, but I just played deaf ears. I kept running until I reached my rest house and locked it in. Almost instantly, my te