Herveaux and Gwendolyn arrived at the glass house earlier than required. They sat down on the comfortable, black, shimmering, fluffy sofa. Gwendolyn took the spare time to apply her makeup. Herveaux, on the other hand, wasn’t fully aware. He was bronzing. "What is it? You're boring me out, Herveaux!" Kimberly said lowly."Those morons can’t get anything right, just like your son too!" Herveaux screamed at Gwendolyn as he rackingly fisted all around the living room."Leave him out of this!" she arched angrily. They also heard about Brandon’s desire to continue with his marriage plans. They all assumed that he would call it off after the storm Olvido staired at his parties. "Leave him?" "He never does anything right!" Herveaux arcged. "What about our sources at the club? We can use that. We didn’t go there for nothing, did we?" Gwendolyn asked intently. Herveax shunned her off."That's for the latter! And you should keep your mouth shut!" he shouted. Gwendolyn felt overwhelmed, but
FORE THE WEDDING.Vanessa was waiting at the mansion for Brandon. She helped out with some chores along with Nanny Carlotta. They sat down to eat together after cooking a sumptuous meal."You're a good enough woman, Vanessa, why stay?" Nanny Carlotta asked earnestly. "Why? Is it because he’s likely to get married?" Vanessa asked her."Vanessa, if you choose to play the side woman, it might hurt," Nanny Carlotta advised. "It will hurt, I’m not playing the side woman Nanny Carlotta, the spot has been filled up by numerous women who are still to come.""I am getting him back; I saw him first; he belongs to me, and I will make sure of that." Vanessa sliced hard on the meat. "Be careful, you might cut yourself," Nanny Carlotta placed her hands on Vanessa’s. "I have a girl just your age, I would tell her the same," she replied. "Uh huh, urh urmm" Vanessa cleared her throat. "I would wait upstairs; let me know if Brandon shows up, please," Vanessa pleaded. She hurried off the stairs.Van
The solemn, piercing sounds from the violin accentuating the voices of the choristers. The peached gleamed voices ushering in the bridal train with blossoming purple petals sprinkled on the floor as they made their way through the hall. The gentle but amazing gaze of the guest on the stars of the day. In anticipation of the couple's or Brandon’s most likely downfall.After a few strides to the middle of the hall, the gentle music begins. Anxious Brandon stands at the end of the aisle, trying to keep his countenance blissful as he waits for Kimberly. His face should be glittering and beaming with smiles when he sees her, but it was only the colorful entrance that was alluring. "Do you think she backed out?" Marcellus whispered to Brandon. He took Olvido’s place as the best man. "She must be here!" "We had a deal!" Brandon remarked angrily. He had a lot on his table last night. He still looked tired from the stress. Hailey arrived at the hall. She was seated among the guests. "Who
"What just happened, Madrigal?" Marcellus asked him. Branodn was fine; he was being attended t by the doctor. "Were you the dummy that called me?" Nathalie asked Marcellus. "That's not cool, I was scared!" He replied meekly. Esmeralda was seen leaving the hospital. She was also wounded. "Won’t you get treated before you leave?" Madrigal asked her. He gave the tape he was holding to Marcellus. "It’s just the two of us; talk to me," Marcellus teased Nathalie. She snapped at him angrily."Esmeralda!" Madrigal called out to her. "What is it? You helped me already. That’s enough!" She shouted. Esmeralda pushed Madrigal away from her. "I knew you had something against me, you just wouldn’t say anything!" Madrigal shouted back."Yes, I do, I know I'm shit and all you think of me is shit too, but last night when I called you, I overdosed myself!" Esmeralda muttered. "Try a better lie; I'm no fool, Esmerada, so you sent away all your guards just because you overdosed?" Madrigal held he
THE GLASS HOUSE.Gwendolyn walked perfectly in her high heels, like a model on the runway. She was on her way to the general sitting room, where the meeting might take place. Looking through the beauty of the glasshouse, Gwendolyn's attention was drawn when she saw Herveaux's door open."Is he in there?" she asked herself bracingly, and she went in to see. Herveaux was in bed. He appeared tired, like someone who just woke up. "Come back here, Gwendolyn," he said coarsely as she tried leaving. "Why, how long have you been here, and you didn’t bother telling me?" She snapped and flicked her black ponytail."You look so sexy, Gwendolyn," Herveaux said flirtingly. "I asked a question, and just stop there, I have no time for this!" Gwendolyn replied briskly.Herveaux drew her into his arms. Her tightly fitting gown wouldn’t give her the freedom to free herself from him. It appeared that this was not the case after all. Gwendolyn shared a kiss with Herveaux. Her soft, nicely painted lip
Brandon didn't go back to the mansion after his night with Hailey. He was almost caught snooping around in her room. He had to lie about looking for clothes that he could wear. Brandon saw something in there that baffled him. He wanted to have that file, no matter what. "Madrigal, are you at home?" Brandon called him outright. "Yes, boss," he responded. Estrellia was still with Brandon on the bike when he rode to Madrigal’s house. He has moved away from the apartment where he used to live with Thomas. He sent the new location to Brandon."Boss, why bring this woman here?" Madrigal asked irritatingly. He hated the sight of her around him. "We need as many people as we can use." Madrigal," he replied softly. "Come in, Estrellia," Brandon replied. "Should I call for Nathalie and Marcellus?" Madrigal asked sharply. "Yes, please do so and call Esmeralda first," Brandon replied. Brandon's expression changed when he mentioned Esmeralda.He put a call out to them all. "Have you spo
THE SILVERRIO’S"Am I too late to join?" Vanessa uttered these words as she walked inside Fredrick’s mansion. Aliana was already seated there alongside Don Silverrio. She gave her greetings to her father and went to her seat. "Not too late, but then, if you have something to offer," Fredrick replied.Vanessa smiled wildly. It annoyed Aliana. "I heard you were at the wedding." "I was afraid you might have died," Aliana exclaimed. "As you can see, I'm all right; your ex-husband actually saved my ass; I could have died," she winked and smiled. It annoyed Aliana the most. "Enough ladies," "We are almost at the edge.""Is the slot still available? I might have something to offer," Vanessa said meekly. Frederick scoffed. "I think you took things too seriously." Frederick added"Yes, it's still available, and the best part is that the person would be working closely with our source; he will be here today," Fredrick replied."I mean, he's not coming in here, but he will meet with us; I mean,
AT MADRIGAL’S HOUSE. Everyone’s attention was on Esmeralda when the coffee cup slipped from her hands. "Torillio De Guzman?" she asked Estrellia weirdly. "Yes, do you know him?" Estrellia asked her leniently. "No…Yes…" "Forget it" Esmeralda said sadly. She couldn’t eat the left over beard she collected playfully from Marcellus. She obviously lost her composure and aptitude. She went inside Madrigal’s kitchen to get water for herself. "Is she alright?" Marcellus asked innocently. Brandon and Madrigal had an idea of what was going on. Judging from the picture, they knew it was the same guy who harassed her that day. Estrellia continued with her update. "He is the renowned owner of ….." "That’s enough, Estrellia" "It’s the same as the guy I asked you to check, do you remember?" "The clip I sent you," Brandon explained."The hard copy stuff," he tried to help her remember. "Yes, sir Brandon, that’s true," she responded. "You can go now; I will get back to you, or just hang arou