Ricardo was certain, Alana getting sick wasn't a coincidence. He asked Mrs. Marks back home if Alana ate anything bad or had said anything about getting sick. And Mrs. Marks explained everything which transpired before she left. The doctor told him, it was either food poisoning or she ate something she was deathly allergic to. All of it led to her fellow employees. He called three of them to his office. They knew any better than to lie to him.Brigitte was relieved to hear what happened wasn't her fault. Ms hart who normally baked pies for her fellow employees had stated exactly what happened.It turned out the supervisor was busy making the pies; hence she entrusted Eva with the task. Eva admitted to making the pie and adding peanuts. But she defended herself and said it wasn't intentional. That she had no idea that Alana was allergic. “It's not my fault, okay… I didn't know she was allergic to peanuts,” Eva said defensively, she only told the boss what happened. Brigitte was busy
Alana pouted cutely and ate her soup peacefully. In actual reality, she was trying to avoid Brigitte's angry stare. Of course, Brigitte wasn't happy as she waited for Alana to speak up.“So, aren't you going to explain why…you lied to me,” Brigitte finally spoke and Alana licked her lips for a while and glanced up with an innocent facial expression? “Well, it wasn't a big deal,” Alana muttered more like to herself and Brigitte frowned even more.“He's your husband, and you didn't bother to tell me… Alana, I thought you considered me as your friend,” Brigitte lashed out and turned away from Alana, “Seriously, I didn't think it was necessary… and well, I was at peace working there without anyone knowing I'm his wife,” Alana replied hesitantly, Brigitte came to the house to see her after a few days of getting out of the hospital. She didn't stop scolding her for not telling her the truth about being married to Ricardo.“Everyone including me thought you were having an affair with the b
Alana fixed her eyes on Ricardo. He was hesitating. She wanted to know why he did it and saw his blank expression. She guessed he was due to an impulse or something. “Mrs. Romero, are you perhaps expecting a certain answer from me?” Ricardo asked, narrowing his eyes shrewdly, he didn't move but kept his questionable gaze on Alana. She seemed stunned by his reply, but Alana wanted to know.“You didn't answer the question… I'm sure there has to be a reason for you, to break the rule you made,” Alana replied with a mischievous smirk and slowly held the edge of the bed hard enough to push herself up. Until she was on her feet. Ricardo stared at her for a while, then cleared his throat.“It's not a big deal…you are married to me…and if I decided to let everyone know…then why should I explain,” he whispered, leaning down to her, compared to him. Ricardo was a little taller, just seeing how he was towering over her. Alana bit her lower lip awkwardly and tried to move, but she had no way to
"It's just a three-month contract, you'll work for me for three months," Rocco said and placed a file on the desk and half sat near Alana. She adjusted her skirt and shifted a little away from him."What exactly will you achieve huh?" Alana asked, wanting to know what exactly was his problem. Rocco let out a chuckle as his lips quivered upwards."I want you Alana…just say yes to being my wife and I promise to give you everything you desire," he muttered softly looking straight into her eyes. Alana felt uncomfortable under his gaze, hence she averted her eyes from himAfter he forced her to have breakfast with him. He brought her to the headquarters and gave her a tour of the place."I'm a married woman, is it too hard to understand," she only said yes to him because she wanted to protect Ricardo and his company from getting ruined by Rocco. The man was so shameless as to openly say something so shameful. "What do you know about him?" Rocco asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and
(Alana) Nothing scared me more than getting intimate with a man, when I was a teenager, I always stayed away from men. Especially those who showed interest in me. The reason my friends called me a coward was that I was a virgin even in college. After that time at the party with Ricardo, I knew my body and feelings were acting up. It was hard to ignore what my heart was feeling. I sat in front of the mirror, combing my hair, when in actual senses I was reminiscing the times Ricardo and I were making out in his office. What was that, how did we reach that stage? My heart was confused more than my brain was. What happened that evening was out of my hands, I kept asking myself if I was attracted to my husband. “How come?” I thought, only to realize I said the words out loud. Slamming the pink hairbrush on the table. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Creased my hair a little. “I'm beautiful, right?” I muttered while feeling my face, it was smooth. My fingers slid down my ch
The party was vibrant, Alana thanked her lucky stars Ricardo didn't say a word about her phone call situation. She had to pretend as if nothing happened.Both got inside, after letting the reporters take as many pictures as they wanted. Ricardo was equally a celebrity. He was part of the fashion industry; hence he was well known. The question about his private life came, and Alana was shaken. She had to pose for cameras with Ricardo as a couple, as his wife. She heard some good compliments from people and bad ones.Some said she wasn't what they were expecting. They thought he would marry a top model or famous fashion designer or famous actress.Alana wasn't bothered, she was ready for this, despite how uncomfortable she felt.“She's beautiful, I have to say you have good eyes, my friend,” one of Ricardo's acquaintances said referring to Alana. Of course, Alana felt shy hearing the men compliment her nonstop.“She's a gem to keep, now I understand why you chose to hide her from us…she
Alana was feeling awful, she didn't expect Rocco to show up and ruin everything. The party had turned sour after a pointless scandal fueled by Rocco and nosy reporters who kept making up fake news. Rocco left when Ricardo called the police and accused him of trespassing. Either way, the fire was already fueled and Ricardo didn't want to talk to her. He had Dennis take Santiago home.“I can explain, it's not what you think,” Alana muttered and tried, certainly, to explain the situation to Ricardo. He didn't even look at her. He was furious and that scared her. Alana didn't like what happened earlier. She regretted not telling him that she took the job Rocco offered her.“You are just a wife by name…why should I care what you do, huh,” Ricardo said coldly, he didn't care what she did with her life. There was no relationship between them. He was forced to marry her and nothing else.“I'm sorry, I'll still work for you and…”“I don't need you, I hate the sight of you…you disgust me, just
“Good morning, madam,” Mrs. Marks said when she entered the room. Alana yawned a little and stretched her arms and sat upright. “Morning Mrs. Marks," she muttered while stretching herself, but something caught her eyes.“Um, how did I get here?” Alana asked with suspicious eyes and noticed she was wearing the dress from the party. Mrs. Marks didn't know what she meant.“I don't understand, madam?” Mrs. Marks said with a confused expression, and Alana cleared her throat awkwardly. “Where is your boss?” She asked while getting out of bed. She knew he slept outside. How did she end up in their bedroom wearing her nightgown?“Sir left early, should I bring breakfast here?” Mrs. Marks asked with a smile, and Alana was confused. Did Ricardo come back? But she called him and a woman answered. Could it be that he came in the morning?“No, don't mind…is Santi awake?” Alana asked while tying her hair in a bun, and Mrs. Marks nodded.“He's having breakfast downstairs,”“Okay, you may leave,” A