"Mr Anakin!" The woman shouted again, a bit enthused seeing the CEO directly in front of her. She'd just resumed that morning and so, she hadn't met Nathan yet. The rest of the staff who knew Nathan's identity had been ordered not to say anything. They all pretended like he was a normal staff member as well, because Nathan didn't like the attention from here and there. He let his secretary, Tori, handle issues with the press and other important issues that needed the present of the CEO. Then when Tori wasn't representing him, he was representing himself in secret; replying to mails, signing important documents, giving orders that the entire firm all followed. Pedro turned again to observe the woman's expression and just in that flicker of time, Nathan took the opportunity to signal to her not to say anything. He'd hoped that she would have been orientated before resuming. Fortunately for Nathan, this woman was smart because she instantly acted casual. "Good morning," she said in a

Evelyn Castiel was a mad woman.Yes, even she knew that much. Or would you say, 'selfish'?Her marriage with her husband had failed long before they'd even become husband and wife, yet, she was still with him. And that was only due to one reason. The man was rich.Sure now their business was going down the path of failure, but she wouldn't have been the woman she was if it wasn't for her husband.And the other day she had dared to accuse her daughter of falling in love. Oh what she would have given if she'd been born into a perfectly well raised woman like her daughter. Never would she have married the man she called her husband now. She had never loved any man to heart before, but dear Lord, had she met many men with quite good intentions. If only she hadn't been interested in marriage just for the sake of riches and respect, she would have been with one of those good men out there.She wouldn't have been forced to coerce her daughter to marry that man they called Pedro. She might h

The meeting came to a halt almost immediately as it had begun, and Nathan was glad for the matter addressed already. He'd as well used that as an opportunity to announce to the members of one particular Doris Castiel's bidding, and made it clear to them that she would be made the winner.They could not object.An hour later, Nathan was back in his office, wandering deep in thoughts. That morning, the woman who'd appeared before him hadn't been his wife. Doris never really partied, well, unless that Ronnie Anne of a friend was around. Perhaps she'd been right and truly, all night she spent it with her criminal friend. Perhaps. But why hadn't she picked up all while he'd been calling? Why would she keep her phone on silent? When he saw her in shorts and a crop top, his eyes wouldn't stop glaring at her exposed toned stomach. He'd almost forgotten about the piercing just in her abdomen and it looked even more seductive. Maybe the anger that had channeled through his body had been not

"It's just how things work out, right? I mean, what can we do?"Doris was saying to the blonde lady beside her in the restaurant, cups of hot coffee sitting before them.Tori frowned slightly, her fine face contorted into a befuddled glare. "So, you're just going to divorce him?" She asked, raising a brow. Doris thought for a while. "Well, I don't know. Maybe?" "Are you asking me that, really? Don't you love your husband any more?" "I do. I mean... I think I do. We, uh... We've decided to keep things on a low. Like a pause." There it was again. Another frown on Tori's face. "You would stop the jolly relationship with a pause?" "Jolly?" She scoffed at the sound of the word. "It's not jolly anymore, Tori--uh, I mean, Ms Tori, or Lawyers?... I'm sorry," "It's fine. Really, just call me Tori." She gave a warm smile. "Can I tell you a secret?" Doris said, chuckling. "Sure." Her eyes lit up in amusement. More like in anticipation. "I think I still love him." She was grinning wildly

It was a chilly Monday morning, and Doris was heading straight to a cooking school. She and her husband had a calm conversation the night before, and she had specifically mentioned to Nathan that she wanted to work. To do anything and not just stay at home all day. Nathan had agreed, and mentioned that since she loved baking, she could go to a catering school instead. There were two most prestigious schools in Ettavile and Nathan promised her an easy access to one, mentioning that one of his colleagues owned the place. With a heavy breath, she walked into the fine building. Two hours later and she had already settled in. She was deeply happy for a lot of reasons, and more than half of her happiness was because of Nathan. She was still smiling like a baby when her phone rang. Instantly, she brought it to her face and saw it was Ronnie Anne calling. Terror gripped her hearth tight as she wondered what the bitch wanted with her again. Ronnie Anne had been her friend since she was a c