Sitting at the long bar table facing the sunlit sky, she stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. Scenes from ten years ago began to flicker in the depths of her mind. Brown netted leaves swaying from the tree outside blurred into her memories. The nutty smell of her caramel macchiato slowly dissipated, replaced by the overwhelming stench of her shameful past. Before long, she found herself transported back to the days when she sold her pride and dignity... He was in his usual apparel—black suit, black pants, black striped tie, and a pair of black Crocodile shoes. It wasn't the first time for her to be here. In fact, she had lost the number of times she stepped into this office. "Make use of that girl to steal the information," he ordered, drawing deeply on his Cuban cigar before exhaling a plume of smoke. "B-But she's just a kid..." "It's exactly because she is still a kid." He slammed his foot onto the edge of the desk and cast her a piercing gaze. "Only by making use of her can t
A growing stack of orders at the counter demanded immediate attention, and some customers wore expressions of impatience. Raymond shot a look at the waiters, telling them to serve the customers some freshly baked macaroon cupcakes first while he quickly looked through the orders. They were all signature desserts. Raymond hurried into the kitchen to check out the situation inside. As soon as he slid the door open, he breathed a sigh of relief when the tantalizing smell of pastries wafted into his nose. Mango soufflés were left to rest to get their perfect fluffy textures. Chocolate mud cakes would be out from the built-in ovens in another minute. The scones and croissants were done too. All that remained were the cream puffs. Raymond quickly searched the fridge, retrieving packs of fresh aloe vera as he got to work.The tall chef in a black apron cast him a brief look and asked, "Are you doing the puffs, 'mond?" "Yeah. Leave them to me." "Great," he muttered, carefully placing the
In the heart of the bustling Sengrilla city located a luxurious mansion, adorned with pristine glass windows and an expansive second-floor swimming pool that stretched outward. A path of polished black granite meandered through a lush floral garden, leading to a contemporary patio. Bathed in the soothing radiance of the setting sun, the outdoor oasis resembled a perfect spot for a quick escape from reality. Evelyn took a deep breath and patted her cheeks to summon up the usual smile. Upon pressing the numbers on the smart lock, the door swung open effortlessly like she was the owner of the mansion. One more step to go, and she could bid a forever goodbye to this facade she had been putting on over the years.She could do this... right? "Aunt Evelyn!"Evelyn's heart trembled, and at that instant, her legs couldn't seem to move any forward. Something was holding her back. Was it her last shred of conscience? Again, that voice was making her waver again. "Aunt Evelyn?" Evelyn reco
Clover curled herself up on the chair in the deluxe room, her face buried into her knees. She was trembling all over. "Clover?" Danise offered her a glass of warm water. She didn't respond. From the moment they left DreamMare until they checked into the hotel, Clover hadn't been saying a word, and on top of that, she was ashen. Danise couldn't help but worry about what was wrong with her. Thinking about the sudden change in Clover after Evelyn's appearance, he asked with hesitancy, "Do you happen to know... Kyle's mother?" Clover gasped. "Clover?" Danise called again, gently patting her on the shoulder. That touch startled her so much that she jerked and fell off the chair directly. "Clover!" Danise hurried to help her up, but she remained seated on the floor. He furrowed his brows and immediately froze in his tracks when he saw the tears coursing down her wobbling cheeks. "What is it, Clover? What happened?" He bent lower to meet her eye, his voice filled with concern. "Dan
Stella took off her black cardigan and hurriedly left the performance hall. Her fan meeting had ended. She pushed her hair back and doffed her pink feathery earrings, dumping them into her bag like they were nothing but a piece of worthless belonging.Kenny walked beside her, shielding her from the enthusiastic crowd. A long line of fans eagerly extended their hands, yearning for a touch of hers. She grabbed a couple of hands at once and shook them several times before letting go. She had no time to attend to all. "Are we going to Kyle?" Kenny asked as he started the engine. She nodded.Kenny fastened his seatbelt and released the handbrake, smoothly reversing out of the parking space. As Stella rolled down the tinted window to bid farewell, her fans showered her with exuberant screams and beaming smiles. All of a sudden, a pang of bitterness surged up in her heart. She had the adoration of the public—everyone loved her, everyone but Kyle. While she might appear to revel in the fa
Clover was awake, and so was Danise.He sat at the round table, engrossed in the same romance novel he had been reading since the day they arrived at the hotel. She rustled under the blanket as she stared at the water droplets trickling down the casement, signaling the end of the rain.Her throat constricted. She pondered if there'd be a day when her life could be free of storms. Too many things had happened recently—from the scandal to Evelyn becoming Kyle's mother and everything in between. She felt utterly overwhelmed.When she got out of bed and slipped into the slippers, her feet flinched at the coldness of the floor."Hey, Danise.""Oh, you're awake." He picked up a clean fork and poked a sliced honey-glazed apple, offering it to her. "Here, have one."She shook her head and sat opposite him."Feeling... better?" he asked in a careful tone.Clover faked a smile and lowered her moist eyes, refusing to meet his worried gaze. She looked down at the carpet under the glass table, coun
The crews hustled up and down, meticulously inspecting the LED lighting and ensuring the seating arrangement could accommodate up to a thousand people. Vans arrived in quick succession, carrying boxes filled with the essential props for the music show later. Hasty footsteps echoed all around as the clock continued to tick away. A multitude of tasks had yet to be completed.Kyle was the second last to perform. He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the box beside him as he waited for them to setup for his rehearsal. Standing at the corner of the stage, he stared across the vacant spaces laid in the open with a longing gaze. He wondered if she would show up tonight. "Brandon, is the pen drive with you?" A guy with spiky hair and torn jeans shouted from the side wing, his voice cutting through the loud, ongoing beats."It's on the black table! Put it on now, Leo!" As soon as the melancholic rhythm drifted to Kyle's ears, a thick and sour lump formed in his throat. The bottl
Half an hour more to go before the music performance kicked off. Two crew members stood at the stadium entrance, collecting admission tickets from the never-ending lines. A group of fans hoarded the merchandise stall nearby, splurging on lightsticks, posters, and banners featuring their favorite idols. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Colorful spotlights danced to the beats, flashing across the enthusiastic crowd. Kyle sat in the dressing room, clad in a ripped vest. It had no buttons or zips, perfectly showing off his abdominal muscles. His fans outside would probably go crazy and be sleepless for nights when they saw him.Adorned with broad metal wristbands, rings, and silver stud earrings, Kyle stared at his reflection in the mirror. A spearhead pendant hung around his neck, sending a chilly touch across his skin.He was hot and seductive—the image the public wanted him to be. Kyle nodded along as Brandon went through the event flow with him once more. Well, he wasn't going