Chapter Twenty-Six. Allysa’s POV The interaction between Leo and Nero was palpable, and I couldn't help but find their dynamic amusing. It was like an older brother trying to be tolerant with his mischievous younger brother, urging him to behave. Of course, Leo as the older brother. Randall seemed to sense it too, his eyebrow raising slightly as he observed the silent interaction. As Leo placed the plates of sushi in front of us, Nero leisurely came over as if he wasn’t supposed to be serving other tables and couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Well, well, look who's here. Did the heaven’s gate opened and finally took pity on us mortals, for them to send their best angels and beauty?” he intrude with a silly face as if he was very shock to see us, as if he could just believe what miracle he was seeing. I look at him flustered, flabbergasted, astonished and many redundant word just to describe my reaction. Did Nero just simply complemented and called Randall an angel and beauty
Chapter Twenty-Seven.Randall sat there, unblinking, as if someone had hit him with a truck. Allysa's words hung in the air: "Let's get married today." It wasn't what he had expected from their lunch date, not by a long shot. He didn't even know what to say to her sudden proposal, or more accurately, her veiled threat.Her audacity was breathtaking, almost admirable in its brazenness. He saw the steely glint in her eyes, a challenge she dared him to accept.A chuckle escaped his lips. The woman he was trying to win over was proposing to him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He shook his head in amusement.He had been right all along. This woman was too interesting. She wasn't the first woman to propose to him, but she was definitely the first to boldly try to threaten him into it.He rested his chin on his palm, his gaze unwavering as he studied Allysa. She didn't shy away from his intense scrutiny. Her sweet smile widened even further, challenging him to respond.Should
Chapter Twenty-Eight.Bencio, on the other side of the call, was confused and suddenly depressed. He had just rescheduled his boss's appointments for half a day, a task that took so much time and energy it felt like he was dying.He was dying from contacting others to inform them of the new schedule, and now his boss was telling him to reschedule again, this time due to his sudden marriage! And it wasn't just for a day – it was a one-week delay!But who was he to deny his boss's wedding and honeymoon? He still didn't want to get kicked out of the company. He still needed money to survive in this world run by capitalism."Ah... what an unfortunate soul I am," Bencio silently pitied himself. All he could do was swallow the lump in his throat and pretend.He didn't even have the energy to think about who his boss was marrying or who would marry his boss.He didn't care and didn't dare to care. He would not risk his neck for a momentary curiosity."Cancel all my meetings for a week, at mo
Chapter One.Allysa's POV.It was an ordinary day, my work revolved around meetings and creative planning. My eyes roamed around the ridiculous amount of paperwork on my desk. Grimacing slightly, I spared a glance at the grandfather clock standing still like a guard on duty at the corner of the office.I thought my day would end just like the same, but instead, I was suddenly summoned to my father’s office. I could not even say goodbye to some of my workmates as I was told to make haste.Walking towards the office, I saw some of the executive officers getting out one by one. I smiled at them happily but to my surprise, they looked away and walked directly past me. I was quite dumbfounded but didn't mind, perhaps their meeting didn’t turn out quite alright.It did not take a while until I reached my father’s office, twisting the silver door knob, and the tinted glass double door opened silently.Click.I saw my father sitting on his swivel chair, his back facing me.“I’m here Dad, what
Chapter Two. Allysa's POV. As I walked past the long hallway, I saw the board of directors coming out from another room, and with them my stepmother. Everyone stopped and looked at me, I didn’t give them a chance to look at me with pity as I stopped and glared at them. My stepmother was alarmed and tried to smile lovingly. “Dear, what happened to you? Are you crying? Having a bad day?” My anger almost burst out from the pent-up hatred, I suddenly had the urge to grab her black hair and pulled it. But instead, I smirk at her and everyone. “Nice try joking mother, very funny to the point I have almost forgotten to myself from slapping your stupid face. And I doubt you will ever see me cry, maybe at your funeral I will.” I answered sharply and didn’t bother to analyze their surprised faces. I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button. Thankfully, it opened very quickly and no one was inside. I went in and turned around to see their faces painted with disbelief, confusion
Chapter Three.Allysa's POV. “Ouch,” I whined and the impact made me take a step back. Raising my right hand, I rubbed the gap between my forehead. It didn’t hurt too much but it was pretty hard. And wait? How did a wall freaking get in my back? “Sorry, are you hurt?” a deep voice asked in concern. My body halted as I was processing what happened. I immediately took my hand and looked up, there I saw a tall handsome young man with bright blond hair, he was wearing a black retro wayfarer sunglasses. I immediately took a step back and shook my head. “No, I’m fine. It was my fault for stopping mid-way.” I apologized and offered a smile. He looks down and his sunglasses slip down revealing a pair of bright alluring blue eyes behind the lens. He offered a kind smile and sigh in relief. “That’s great! I really thought you were hurt.” I stared at him, he looked so easygoing and carefree. "By the way, why are you just standing there?" He asked in a curious tone. Suddenly, I got embar
Chapter Four. Allysa's POV It was a sight to behold. Wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, he dominated my eyes. I am not one for an eye candy but that man just screams for attention. I have never dated guys before nor did I entertain one, it was all due to my busy schedule or because of my brazen personality. I was too bold for them to handle, arrogant and shameless as they put it. My word appears arrogant to them, I find it difficult to sugar-coat my words. I don't them to misunderstand and wait like a fool, I don't want them to waste their time, and mine. In the business world, time is gold, essential if you want to climb higher. But I have never said that I was not interested in dating, so how come I would let an opportunity like this down the drain? This opportunity is hard to come by. I won't waste it, rather than sulking here and just witnessing others enjoy themselves, I would rather entertain myself. "Heh." I chuckled as I swirled my drink. Now that I think abou
A gasp escaped from my lips when I heard his voice. I was relieved and I feel much safer than before. But contrary to feelings, the pervert was driven mad. "Who the fuck are you to meddle with our problem! You want a piece of me huh!?" he said with madness as his attention slip away from me and walk towards the raven hair guy. I was suddenly nervous about what might happen. I am afraid that a fight might break out! We can't let that happen! Fighting inside a bar is dangerous, and I don't want this good man to be dragged into my affair. My conscience would not let me sleep if something bad happens to him because of me. "Wait—" I shouted as I tried to stop the man but I was completely cut off when the madman raised his right arm and made his hand curled into a fist. I gasped when the pervert man made a punching action. Leaning backward and raising his hand to ear level, push it forward and swing it. "Oh my gosh no!" I screamed in horror. Smash! Plop. A soft sound echoed, I was v