"Aunty, you're here?" Stella's face lit up with a forced smile as Nancy approached her, asking. Nancy's innocent gaze didn't detect the artificial warmth behind Stella's eyes as she nodded. Her attention shifted from Nancy's face to her phone, her voice laced with curiosity. "Who were you talking to?" Nancy's eyes followed hers , and she replied innocently, "My cousin called. She said her battery died, but she's okay now. Nothing's wrong." Stella smiled as Nancy explained, but her anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by Angel's unreturned calls and messages. "That's a relief." She masked her emotions with a calm tone, carefully choosing her words. " Did she ask for anything?" "Yeah, she wanted me to bring her uniforms to school," Nancy thought for a moment before responding " But then she told me to stop." "Stop?..." Stella's interest was piqued, and she pressed on, "Do you know why?" Nancy had no idea how her aunty was reeling in anger and continued telling her
Love, a glow that fills the heart. It makes you smile whenever it embraces you. The butterflies in your stomach begin to mingle. The shivers it gives you, the tingling it whispers are. But, what if evil lurks in the shadow waiting for its chance to strike?"Chad, please stay by my side," Marlie pleaded, her eyes pleading like a puppy's."Endure with me, my stray cat. I need to tie up loose ends at the office. Do you not wish for my undivided attention? I promise to return swiftly," Chad endeavored to persuade Marlie."But Chad..." she began to protest, yet the reality remained that Chad had duties at the workplace alongside his friends who had been casting annoyed glances in Marlie's direction, especially Spark Winterfill."Your specialty of indulging her always is bearing a result, Chad!" Spark jabbed."Business matters demand attention. Ken and Gideon have responsibilities to tend to. And am sure Mark also has patients to tend to. We cannot linger here indefinitely just because she
"An... An.... Angelina?"Panic seized Marlie as she found herself standing alone in the room, with Chad and the others having departed long ago. The sight of the woman with fierce, penetrating eyes sent shivers down her spine, compelling her to let out a piercing scream at the horrifying apparition before her."aaahhhhh.....!!!!"Her cries reverberated, prompting nurses to rush into the room to investigate the source of her distress."Mrs. Baristanas….." they repeated her name in an attempt to calm Marlie."Angelina is here, she's alive, she's here!!!"She pointed towards the door, persisting in her claim, yet the nurses searched the room and the doorway fruitlessly."I saw her... she was there... she was right there," Marlie explained. Despite her attempt, no one seemed inclined to believe her."Ma'am, you may have imagined it."The nurses were not intentionally dismissive; there was simply no one by the door."No, I saw her there...""Perhaps it was simply a dream, ma'am,"A male nu
18years laterAs she strolled through the school grounds, she found herself growing increasingly tired. Her mid-thigh skirt, paired with a blue shirt and a loose tie resting against her chest, made her stand out in the crowd.Clutching a map of the school in her hand, she was determined to familiarize herself with every nook and cranny of Westford High School.However, there seemed to be a disturbance in the school environment. Girls were yelling and dashing around aimlessly, creating chaos."Hey, transfer student! Why aren't you joining us? The wealthy boys have arrived." A girl extended her hand towards her before darting off in the direction where the crowd was heading.It was intriguing for her. She glanced back to see what kind of rich boys could captivate the attention of all the girls in the school in such a manner. Curiosity danced in her head, she decided to go and see for herself without any hesitation.As she approached the mob of excited students, she couldn't help but fee
"Welcome, Miss Rodriguez. Please come inside; your classroom awaits."With her textbooks in hand and bag slung over her shoulder, Angel entered the room."Good day, everyone." greeted the principal, "We have a new addition to our class. I will allow her to introduce herself," The principal declared, beckoning Angel forward with a welcoming smile.She pivoted herself in front of the class. The attention of the class turned to her."Hello, I am Angel Rodriguez, a scholarship student transferring here," she said, maintaining a constant smile on her face. The class welcomed her in unison, "Welcome Angel.""Wow, we have a beauty in our class.""Do you want to be my friend?""Scholarship? Then you must be brilliant!" Students murmured, impressed. The principal was done with her work and left Angel to her teacher."Any empty seat?" the teacher asked."Yes Miss Mandy, one is .... here" A girl from behind motioned with her hand, an empty seat at the back.However, silence fell over the class
Exactly 10 minutes later.A sleek SUV glided into the school's premises.Taking his time to get down, he appeared charming in his grey suit, his broad and sturdy shoulders commanding attention.His dark, slightly tousled hair, the hint of muscles underneath the coat, and his authoritative strides resonated through the school corridors. His stern expression belied a beauty not to be underestimated.Upon perceiving him, one might easily mistake him for a man in his twenties. The declaration of his true age, 43 years, would undoubtedly spark a debate. Perhaps his slender frame hindered the natural aging process, or perhaps his striking appearance bestowed upon him an air of immortality.He knew the principal's office and needed no guide. The hallway was empty, a suitable environment to address Evan's matters.As he entered the principal's office, Evan was already stationed, impatiently awaiting his arrival— or should we say, Chad Baristanas, as he calls it.The minute he locked a stare w
"The time has come"Angel vividly recalls her strategy. "It appears fate is finally on my side. Now he is in the school, I can't lose this chance" she heaved a heavy sigh. She also checks her uniform, adjusting it well.Confident in her decision yet, anxiety crept in. She glanced at her reflection once more in the washroom mirror, and her heart raced. She was prepared, but as the moment approached, her nervousness exceeded expectations, perhaps even fear. A sharp inhale escaped her lips. The question of whether it was going to work or not lingered in her head. "It has to work... no matter what, I have to meet Chad Baristanas today." She remembered her mother's words clearly. "You must make a lasting impression on him, so he won't forget you every time he sees you, or better yet, dream of holding you in his arms, my darling Angel."Seducing someone as distinguished as Chad Baristanas, a 47-year-old, was no trivial matter, especially for an 18-year-old girl like Angel Rodriguez. But
"So she was faking it?" Mark questioned inwardly. He turned to look at her properly and then he realized the loose shirt. Her pale skin was staring at the man. And her cleavage...?That was not too good a sight for Mark. His jaws tightened. He shut his eyes to shield him from what he was seeing. He had a choice to shove the girl away.But, Evan was also approaching. And Mark could feel the nervousness of the girl in his arms. She had no choice but to tug her face into his coat. "Who is she?" Evan didn't spare the chance to ask. Her face might be hidden but he was not dumb not to notice her features. It hadn't been long since they met each other."Her?... What the hell! " He scoffed irritably, "Of all people, how come she is here?" The displeasure on Evan's face was evident."Wait, you know her?" Mark inquired, surprised by the situation. While Mark was aware they attended the same school, Evan rarely acknowledged girls, let alone interacted with them more than once. He couldn't care