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Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for listening, Lizzie. I’m glad that you liked the proposal. I promise to make this a big hit for the company. We have done a few test runs, and the public likes it. We don’t need to hire a famous actress or model because we already have one.” Kristoff gave me a cheeky smile. He wants me to guess who will be the model of this. My eyebrow raised while we stared. Then, I glanced at the rest of the team. They all looked at me, smiling. “No way. . .” “Yes, it is. We want you to model for the brand, Lizzie. You are one of the most influential women in the country,” Kristoff added. “Huh, are you kidding me? Why me? We can hire the best one. I-I mean, hello? It’s not like we can’t afford to pay one.” I shrugged my shoulder, and Ms Evelyn, the creative director, stood up for her quick presentation. I was surprised to discover that my employees had chosen me to be the model for our company’s slide presentation. The presentation was well-received and focused on
Elizalde's POV . "What do you think? Are you okay with that?" Her eyes beamed while looking at me thoroughly. What the heck? Is this for real? My mind speaks. I'm out of words. I'm expecting a different conversation today rather than a work-related one. I've been holding my voice because I want to listen to her first. But I expected something else. I'm okay with the proposal with the two of us in one commercial project, but I want something else. "Yeah. If you are happy with it, I am okay with it." I weakly nodded, still looking confused at her. She smiled and put down the empty cup of chocolate drink that she was having. "Okay. Then, that's settled. Our first photo shot will happen tomorrow morning. Are you free?" My brows slightly raised. Am I free? What sort of question is that, for Pete's sake? It's not like we are strangers. "I'm your husband, Lizzie. You don't have to ask me about time because my time is well dedicated to you. I will make it free for you, Lizzie," I sigh
Lizzie's POV . "Great work, everyone! Mr and Mrs El Del Real, thank you so much for your cooperation today. You clearly have a wonderful relationship, and it was a pleasure to see Elizalde's affection for you, Lizzie." Ms Nimfa Ferrer, the director of Q&M Magazine, greeted us enthusiastically after our photo shoot. Elizalde smiled warmly and praised her impressive accomplishments. And as we left the place, we were followed by a few media members, capturing every moment. "What can you say about the humour, Mr Elizalde? Is it true?" One of the reporters asked Elizalde. His hand tightly holds mine as we step outside, heading toward our car. "Hello, Miss Lizzie. I've heard that you are now the sole owner of Amantes Minings. I'm curious. How were you able to achieve this? As far as I know, your husband, Mr Elizalde El Del Real, played a significant role in saving the company from going under. Did you purchase all his shares to avoid being labelled a gold digger and a user of your husb
Lizzie's POV."I'm so happy things are going well with you and Elizalde, Lizzie. I told you, right? Elizalde is a different person now than how he used to be. You are his priority. What else do you need?"Quietly, I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking of what happened last night.I enjoyed the food, the staff, the new Italian Resto and Elizalde. I almost forgot about his promise when we were in Italy. Many things had happened, and I forgot my promise to him.I promised him that I would stick to him no matter what. We will work out our marriage, and divorce will be the last option if we find no hope between us."I will ask you again, Lizzie. When are you going to tell him about your pregnancy?"I blinked my eyes and thought about it last night too."Soon, Em. I will tell him.""And when is soon? Next month? Months? Or not. It seems like you like being alone now. Aren't you? I-I mean, your father was no longer here. Your Stepmother and Snow have flown somewhere. Who knows where th
Elizalde's POV."I have no idea where she is. Her phone is unattended, and I need help to think of anybody. She has no other friends except me."After spending two hours travelling between my house, penthouse, and offices, I arrived at Emma's place. Despite knowing that Lizzie is not present, I have nowhere else to search for her. The time is already midnight, and I find myself nervously pulling at my hair.I sank into the cozy chair of my friend Emma, feeling mentally drained. Suddenly, my phone beeped, causing a momentary spark of excitement within me. However, the feeling quickly faded as I realised it was just a message from Clinton, my trusted bodyguard.Despite their inability to locate her, they continued to search the area. I advised them to persist in their efforts and scour every possible location to find her."Here, have a warm coffee. Luckily, I still got one packet left. I don't drink coffee. It's only Lizzie, but she's not allowed one now."My eyes narrowed after tastin
Elizalde's POV . A sudden shiver crawled up my spine when I stepped onto the ground, sending chills down my body. I clenched my teeth and glanced towards the ominous alley ahead. This is a place meant for the dead, not for the living. As I requested directions, the responsible security guard welcomed and directed me towards my destination. As I strolled along, my thoughts dwelled on Lizzie and the heartache she must be experiencing. The unexpected turn of events left me devastated. The bitter end to our shared history was something I never foresaw. My poor darling… As I approached the building, the solar pole lights twinkled in an array of colours. Upon entering, I couldn't help but shed tears as I searched every corner, despite the lack of people present. "Let me stay here with you tonight, baby. Don't worry about Mommy, I am fine… we are fine, right?" My jaw clenched, and my shoulder dropped as if I were carrying a heavy weight on each top. Lizzie is standing down the corner,
Lizzie's POV . For the first time, after so long, this is the first for me that I slept well after I left Elizalde. It's been a while, but I finally had a good night's sleep. I woke up feeling refreshed and renewed. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Elizalde cooking breakfast, and I couldn't help but smile. Seeing him wear my pink polka dot apron brought a warm feeling to my heart. "Good morning, love." His warm and lovely man scent lingers in my system after he hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek. I pouted as we stared. "Is everything alright? You seem unwell." He gently placed his hand on my forehead. "A kiss on the cheek? Huh, seriously?" My brows raised, and he smirked. His other hand still looped around me. "I see. Here you go." I smiled and pressed my lips together. I love to tease him in times like this. I miss this silly moment of us. "Even if you pressed your lips tighter, love, they will eventually part for me." He licked his lips, and the anticipation made me blu
Lizzie's POV . "Congratulations, Lizzie," Don greeted me. "It's a double celebration, after all. First your pregnancy and second for having the company back now in the full title," he continued. "Thanks, Don. I did this to make everything right. It's unfair for Elizalde. I am thankful for him because we probably lost the company by now without him." "I concur with your statement, Lizzie. Elizalde is always forward-thinking and determined. He focuses on achieving his goals and doesn't let anything distract him. His perseverance has won you over, Lizzie. I acknowledge that he has made some errors in the past, but it's not entirely his fault. . . At times, when we are infatuated with someone, we may resort to using manipulative tactics to have our way." I smiled and shook my head, remembering what Elizalde had done in the past. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. "You have the original, and I've secured a copy. Elizalde had done it even before you requested it, Lizzie." T