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“I’m a chef from the restaurant a few minutes away from here,” she answered. Valentine noticed William’s face, he appeared to be that he was really listening intently to what she said. “What about you? What do you do for a living?”
“I work at the Lux Style company.”
Valentine’s eyebrow pushed upward. He was talking something interesting. The Lux Style was founded on 1983 by the great Alexander Fajardo. She nodded slowly, now getting the point. It all made sense to her now. The r
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Cheers and claps filled the room when the audience heard Valentine shriek her answer. With a forced smile, she watched William stand up, hold her hand and gently inserting the ring through her finger. It was beautiful. The ring was made of white gold, its mount had no tiny diamonds engraved in it. The only thing that captured her attention fully was the sapphire gem gazing up at her. She wondered how much the ring would have costed. Valentine hoped he didn’t spend thousands just for an engagement ring. On the brighter side, the ring must have been an old one he found in the attic. She knew he wouldn’t even spend thousands of dollars for her. He was her bully after all. They hated each other.Speaking of hatred, Valentine snapped herself out of her thoughts and whipped her head to look at William. His smile was big as there were a few people who approached him, congratulating. She wondered, did he still hate her like before? Will he be humiliating her again now tha
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Horrified at what she heard, she sighed heavily and surrendered. He was right. He knew she hated him. If she knew what his plans were, she would definitely walk to the other side and flip things around. “Just… take me to my house,” she muttered and turned her back against him. She was now facing the window where street lights looked blurry due to how fast the car went. “Wake me up when we get there.” She tried to close her eyes shut and erase her thoughts to lead her to a peaceful sleep. It didn’t take her more than five minutes to dive down in her dreams and snore. Meanwhile, William pushed the rear-view mirror to face his fiancé. His eyes looked straight at her through the mirror. Her soft snores did make him think she had now fallen asleep. The next morning, Valentine stretched her arms out and yawned with her eyes still completely closed. The soft cushion under her made her think that she was finally at home. She wanted to take more minutes of
Probably His Wife 6.1
They were eating without exchanging any words. She took a bath straight after washing the plates and utensils she used. And that’s when it hit her, she was only trying to avoid from talking to him all morning that she forgotten that she had no other clothes with her. Once she was done, she opened the door slightly but enough for her head to pop out. Her man—which she wouldn’t prefer calling him that—has been sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come out.“Will?” she called out his name sheepishly. She didn’t offer him a minute longer to reply and continued, “do you have oversized shirts with you that you don’t use anymore? And maybe some skinny jeans?”She felt like an idiot for trying to avoid him yet still asked for his help an hour later. Her hair was still damp and the water from each strand kept falling onto the floor. The air conditioner from inside William’s bedroom had crept in through th
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“So, after all this time, Valentine has been dating the young handsome millionaire,” Delilah summed it all up, genuinely trying to make Sofie even hear it better. “Valentine, you’ve got taste,” She added. Based on her words, she was proud.“Let me read the article… please.” Valentine begged.“Found it on Paul’s blog.” Delilah handed her phone over for Valentine to read.Her eyes travelled from word to word. Both the narration and the information written were literally on point—just like how it happened yesterday during dinner. There was no point hiding this from everyone. She bet maybe almost every person living in the city knew about the news. All thanks to Paul.“Engaged?” Sofie repeated the words. She was still surprised with the sudden information she received.“Yes, Sofie! The ring and the article proved it.” Missy once again held Valentine’s
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Valentine sucked in a deep breath, straightened her back then started, “Well… we met.”“How?” Missy asked, blatant enough that she was eager to know more about her best friend’s story.“W–We met at the bar?”“Why does it seem like you’re questioning?” Delilah asked, confused.Clearing her throat, Valentine repeated. “We met at the bar.”“You went partying?” Missy asked, surprised. “Why didn’t you invite me? I’m confused… why did you went out partying? Didn’t you like parties? You even refused our invitations a thousand times. What’s with the change of–.”“Please, let her talk,” Sofie interrupted them and both Delilah and Missy behaved.Valentine officially got the time to herself, explaining how she and William met but, that was the problem. She didn’t know which story she&
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Her fiancé pushed the door open to his house and she stepped in, greeted by a girl who appeared to be in her early teenage years. She ducked her head slightly. She was dressed like she’s at her own house–her shorts reaching mid-thigh and she wore a shirt bigger than her size. Every strand of her raven hair was tied up into a ponytail.“Welcome back, sir. I arranged miss’s properties according to what you told me to.”“Very good, what about dinner?”“All cooked,” she replied promptly, raising her head up to see them. The girl had tanned skin and scars on both arms and legs. Her smile was too wide to the point where it reached her eyes, her slightly yellow teeth exposing themselves at Valentine. “Pretty…”“Baby, this is my helper, Mary,” William introduced. “Mary, say hi to my fiancé, Valentine.”“Baby?” She felt her heart sink.
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To Valentine, it was quite a bit of a shock but she still had to lie. William was out, heading Mary back to her house to her mother. He insisted on bringing Valentine along but she politely declined, looked up for an excuse to be left alone as she didn’t want to talk to Mary. In her young age, she’d be curious of so many things.As she entered the room William told her to go, she was rather enthralled with the sight of it. This was one of the rooms she entered yesterday morning since it was locked. It wasn’t really that huge compare to his but it had enough space.It felt like she was in William’s room. The arrangement of the bed, the mirror, the cabinet and the bedside table were exactly the same but the difference was, all her properties are stored within the furniture.“Do you like it?”Her body instantly shivered as William’s warm breath tickled against her ear. “Don’t get near me.” She warne
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“Miss?”Valentine’s ears perked up at Mary’s voice. “Yeah?” she yawned.“Sir William told me to wake you before 8. It’s already 9 and the seamstress is here with loads of wedding dresses ready for you to choose!” she shrieked in excitement.Valentine’s eyes shot open and realized that she had overslept. It was unusual for her to be oversleeping. Plus, they were supposed to talk to Sofie today about her requesting for three days off.“Where’s William?” she asked, trying to make herself listening intently to Mary regardless of how much her head still wanted to drop on the pillow.“He’s already gone off to work. But… I think I remember him telling me that he will take care of your three days off… was it?”“Ah.” She sighed, she was worried for nothing. “What about the seamstress?”“She’s still a
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