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She's Wearing A Red Dress

She's Wearing A Red Dress

The cold breeze hit my face, I kept looking into the distance while puffing on the cigarette I was holding. I was sitting in the rooftop, I inhaled heavily before closing my eyes. "I should bring alcohol, what a waste of time if I go down here right now." I whisper to myself. the sun is going down, its like telling me that the day is ending here. But no, this is not the end of the day. I sighed again and again, inhaling the smoke. "That's bad in your health, you know." I tsk before looking at my back. "And that's not your business, leave me alone Fairon." "C'mon, mom has been looking for you for a while now." I heard him sigh. "I know, just.. just leave me alone, I need to finish this before I go down," I continued to puff my cigarettes and look away. "You still brat, okay fine. Just please wash your mouth before going down." I didn't answer him. I heard his footsteps walking away. Few minutes past and I'm done what I'm doing. I left where I was and started walking away. It's not that far, there is also an elevator connected to the rooftop so I quickly reached the bottom of the hotel. I caught up with my family sitting together in the living area of ​​the hotel. If I were someone else, I might mistake them for members of the dead people. It's not just a joke their social look, they look perfect, you'd almost think they couldn't break a plate, they're even better than royalty if they act, very modest. I walked into them, as what I though they were looking at me weirdly like if I'm a ghost. "Look at you REIN." the emphasis on my name is really well known here. I look at myself from toe to head, I'm not kidding I literally look at myself just what this old woman told me. "Is there anything wrong?" "C'mon you smoke again rein? jusko iha smell that smell," I simply smelled my breath and it smelled okay fine. I heard a sigh and I looked at my brother looking at me. Shaking his head, he turned and left. I shrug my shoulder and sit beside my cousin. he looked at me weirdly, and i ignored his stare. "You smell cigarettes," he whispered to me. I frown and look at him, "of course I do, tsk." "What a shame, pfft." I simply stepped on his foot, I felt him look at me so I ignored it. "Rein, can you stop doing that?" I looked at my dad when he said that. "What?" "Oh my gosh, sister! Aren't you ashamed my gosh look at yourself!" It's a real animal. "And what for??" I said to her, she smiled sweetly at that. "Bruh, you always wearing that dress, then you still smoke like yuckk!" Oa it said. Other people looked at it so I just sighed. This witch's head is so good, her brain will come out when I bump it!! "Why do you care about that? Hmm?" I calmly said to her. I saw her make a face after she heard what I said. "B-because I'm your sister hahaha, I do take care of you sisss!" Oh, this is crazy, we're not close when you're a shet! Ahem! I laugh sarcastically, the way people look at me makes me happy. Why? Nothing. "For your information, I'm not your sister, Ena. I'm not part of your family, I hope you understand that." I said before standing up. I look lastly and my whole family, they're looking at me with mixed emotions in their eyes. I don't blame them. What a shame.. "W-what?" "Flag." "Hey!"
The Artist's Billionaire

The Artist's Billionaire

In the opulent and tumultuous backdrop of modern-day Rome, "The Artist's Billionaire" weaves an intricate tapestry of passion, power, and peril. Isabella Rossi, a gifted artist with a soul as vibrant as her paintings, finds her world irrevocably altered when her work catches the eye of Alessandro Bellini, a magnetic and enigmatic billionaire. Their chance encounter at Isabellas art gallery ignites a whirlwind romance that transcends the boundaries of their disparate lives. Alessandro, a man of immense wealth and influence, is drawn to Isabella's unpretentious charm and profound creativity. As their relationship deepens, Isabella is thrust into a world of luxury and danger, far removed from her modest beginnings. Alessandro's business ventures, which intersect with the shadowy underworld of the Vero Neri mafia, place them both in the crosshairs of a deadly game. The serenity of their blossoming love is shattered by a violent attack orchestrated by the ruthless mafia boss, Enzo Moretti. The assault on Alessandro's associates and the invasion of his home force him to unleash his formidable resources, revealing the depths of his power and the lengths he will go to protect Isabella. Amidst the chaos, Alessandro orchestrates a counterstrike, demonstrating his dominance and demanding a reckoning from Moretti. In the ensuing confrontation, Alessandro's strategic brilliance and unwavering resolve bring Moretti to his knees, securing a tenuous peace. Yet, the harrowing experience leaves Isabella grappling with the realities of her new life. The allure of Alessandro's world, with its blend of passion and peril, is both intoxicating and terrifying. She yearns for the simplicity of her past while being irresistibly drawn to the man who has vowed to safeguard her at any cost. "The Artist's Billionaire" delves into the complexities of love and loyalty, set against a backdrop of wealth and danger. As Isabella and Alessandro navigate the treacherous waters of their intertwined fates, they must confront their deepest fears and desires. This tale of romance and intrigue explores the delicate balance between vulnerability and strength, and the transformative power of love in the face of adversity.
Tears Of A Mistress

Tears Of A Mistress

"Yes, let's say I fucking love it." he said making me smile. We stayed in that position for a while and I shivered again for the second time. he changed our position so he was on top again. He put his hand on my side and moved freely on top of me. "Ohhh! Fa-Faster please." "I can't hear you, baby?" He was still teasing and slowed down his movement as he entered with full emphasis. I held his seat to make him lean more. "Alright, hurry up." "Next, baby." he said and sped up again. While he wasn't moving as fast as he was, he was relentlessly kissing my lips. I like this. I want to give him everything. he is the man who made me feel strange feelings. I feel that I will be very hurt when he leaves me. So I will do everything to be the only woman for him. We hugged each other and I was amazed by his last strength. I rested deeply and accepted the warm liquid he released from my insides. We kissed again and smiled at each other. He pulled out his length and left on top of me. He stood next to me and hugged me so I leaned on his chest and closed my eyes. "Flirt!" I woke up when someone grabbed my hair so I winced in pain especially when it pulled me down on the bed. "Suzanne!" "You're an animal! You're an animal, Atreo!" I was confused as I wrapped the blanket around my naked body. I looked at the woman who was beautiful, sophisticated, well dressed, and maybe the same age as Kuya. "Suzane, please, don't come here." I looked at both of them because I couldn't understand why the girl was crying. The woman looked at me when I stood up. I was shocked when he slapped me so I held my cheek and looked at it. I can see his tears and anger on his face. "You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!" I was almost pierced and couldn't breathe from what he said. Husband? Is Atreo his wife? I looked at Atreo Ripler Alvarez. The guy I thought was single. The man I thought I could have. "Grace, let me explain." I cried and almost wanted to sink to the ground in my situation. I hate myself. I ran outside with only a blanket covering my nakedness. I could hardly see the road because of my flooding tears that blurred my vision. "You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!" "You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!" "You're flirtatious! You managed to hook up with my husband!" What the woman said kept echoing in my mind. I sat down on a rock and hugged myself as I continued to sob. "You are nothing but a mistress, Grace."
Possessive Womanizer Husband

Possessive Womanizer Husband

"Vincent, Mama is looking for you. Aren't you going home?" Athan asked the twins. I faced Ethan, who was staring at the girl next to him at the bar. "Nope. I'm busy," he said absentmindedly. I just shook my head. Ethan remained focused on the girl's thigh beside him. Damn playboy. "Ah, okay. I'm leaving then. Text Mama, okay?" Athan bid farewell. Without a word, he walked away, leaving me dumbfounded, watching him go. "You like my bro?" Ethan teased. I faced him before taking another sip. "Like is for kids, Ethan," I rolled my eyes. Shortly after, a tray of shot glasses arrived. It was placed in front of us. He smiled at me before locking eyes. "Oh, then love?" he chuckled. I took a shot glass before shaking my head again. I rolled my eyes. "Like, duh! Yuck, you believe in that?!" "Hell, no. Of course not," he replied. I glanced at him before nodding. "At least we have something in common," I said, taking another shot. He followed suit. "Really, I thought girls like you believe in fairy tales. Like Mr. Right," he teased, barely holding back laughter. I choked on my sixth glass before shaking my head. "You say that again, and I swear, I will make you shut up," I said in irritation. Ethan's thoughts about fairy tales and Mr. Right disgusted me. Did I look like a naive twelve-year-old girl? "Oh, you can't make me shut up, baby," he arrogantly replied, moving his face closer. I inched mine towards him too. "Wanna bet?" I challenged. His lips quirked up, mischief gleaming in his green eyes. He stood up and approached me. "Sure. If I win, you'll stay at my pad tonight," he confidently said. I resisted the urge to blush at his words, meeting his gaze. "And?" "And I will rock your world, babe."
The Jilted Bride's Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Billionaire Brother

The Jilted Bride's Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Billionaire Brother

I stood alone in the grand lobby of City Hall. It was exactly noon, and my marriage reservation had officially expired. My fiancé, Caleb, didn't show up. Instead, my best friend sent me a video of him at a high-end Manhattan club. He was wearing his tailored wedding suit, pushing a massive five-tier birthday cake for his sister, Isla. When I rushed to the VIP booth to confront him, Caleb wasn't apologetic at all. He instinctively shielded Isla behind his body while his wealthy friends laughed at me. "Are you done throwing a tantrum? Did you really have to come here and humiliate her on her birthday?" Isla leaned into his chest, fake-crying and begging me not to be mad. Caleb glared at me, warning me that if I walked out the door today, I should never come back to beg him. Looking at the man I was supposed to marry, I felt completely disgusted. For three years, he had canceled our anniversaries and dinners every time Isla had a headache or felt lonely. He genuinely believed his blatant favoritism was justified, leaving me to look like the villain. I realized I had just wasted my youth on a dog. I pulled off my diamond ring, smashed it hard into the top of the expensive cake, and walked away. Just as I left the club, my phone rang. It was Julian Blackwood, Caleb's ruthless, billionaire older brother. "Since you planned on getting married today, you might as well change the groom," his deep voice said. "Become his sister-in-law, and make him bow his head to you." I clenched my ID card and walked straight toward his Rolls-Royce.