"In this circle, Irma, it doesn't work that way. It hurts, but we can't be!" The sweet, despotic, icy voice that used to thaw her down now imperiled her cool, evoking shivers of immense heartache and incredulity. "Our pedigrees are way too distinct, Irma! You can't fit in. I am sorry!" He ascertained, as if he rigorously knew where to drill through. Her bleeding heart was shattered by his impudence. This pain was unlike anything she had ever felt prior. It was immense. The man she had given her all without holding back anything now hurt her without a second thought. It stung her more than a double-edged dagger piercing through human flesh! "Someday, you pathetic son of a bitch, you will eat back this shit you just puked now! That I vouch in the name of the thriving fruit of the love I sowed in you!" She thought as she bitterly wore her crown of pride and dignity and turned her back on him. But those were her words and wishes, which contradicted the ways of fate. Nobody knows the ways of fate, and Irma was about to get a taste of the mischief of fate. What lies ahead for poor Irma? Join me on this lopsided but prodigious love story of two bleak soles!
I slightly snarl, twirling around in the most habitable place there is in this whole world-in his arms. My sweet, gentle, and loving prince charming
Snuggling closer to him while still tightly buckled to him, I sample his sweet pheromones as I cruise around his sin-screaming beauty. From the finely refined jaws to this sugar lip that I dream about every single night for the last year, and lastly, the peaceful shut-eyes Even in his embrace like this, I still crave him.
I can clearly deduce the megawatt grin that will bloom on his face when his beautiful dark brown orbs peel and catch my sight. Unless he is pretending to be benumbed, he doesn't know I am here.
Ooh, Yes!
My wild, mischievous brain thought it sweet to welcome the beautiful morning in his arms, the sweetest, safest, and most peaceful place I know. So, I sneaked out of my cubicle in the servant's chamber and tiptoed my way here, to my junior master's bedroom.
We are both intoxicated with love-the great love that we both share. And in case you are wondering, I would have you know that this has been going on for one good year.
I moved in here at the Mazur's palace three years ago when my dad died and my witchy stepmother finally got the opportunity she had so long yearned for to get rid of me. I wasn't even given time to grieve for having turned into an orphan. The heartless witch kicked me out like a useless dog the same day we buried my dad. By sheer chance, after a few nights at my best friend's parent's house, she got me this job as a maid, and I grabbed it without a second thought. What other choice did I have? Absolute Z-e-r-o choice!
The Mazurs are a prominent household whose legacy goes back way into the era of their forebears. They are the kind of family that you can't mention this country without their name popping up. They are like the owners of this country. Wealth should be their middle name. Talk of business, and their Insurance and water companies have been at the top of the list for the longest time since Memorial Day. Despite stiff competition, they have maintained a fair and just badge. Speaking of investments, they practically own the biggest communication network in this country, not to mention the other sources of their wealth. Even as maids, we savor every single minute here as a golden opportunity that will never come again.
Life here is sacred heaven. There is lots of work, yes, but the pay is mind-blowing. To top it all, why wouldn't it be heaven if I charmed the heart of their only son? It wasn't intentional, believe me. Far from it, actually, because never in my life had I dreamt of hitting such a jackpot, or better yet, being favored by the heavens this way.
Reyson Drew Mazur is the firstborn and the only son of this affluent family, his only sibling being Ana Mazur. While Reyson is the brain behind the Mazur Waters and in charge of overseeing the smooth running of the family empire, Ana is a top model. With the kind of brain he has and the beauty she exudes, I would say they both perfectly fit in their careers.
You might be wondering what I am thinking about loving someone who is like heaven on earth-unreachable, right? Well, have you ever heard of the phrase that love knows no bounds, nor pedigree, nor nothing? Love is just love, but I won't blame anyone who doubts me and our love right now.
I was there too, full of qualms and incredulity. I couldn't believe it when I started noticing him steal long and weird glances at me whenever he caught my sight. I fought hard against the urge to submit to the invitation of his bewitching eyes. I battled with myself every single time I felt the tinge of butterflies stroking me whenever I thought of him. I dodged his unnecessary conversations every time he tried to chat with me. I tried averting him like a pandemic until I couldn't anymore.
The inner battle didn't just end with me realizing that I was developing a thing for him, because the echoes of the reverberating slap I served him that particular day he stole the first kiss from me are still so fresh in my mind. I almost spit on his face when he confessed his feelings to me. Because I thought, "The jerk just wants some fun because, heck! He is a certified Mazur, the heir apparent to a multi-billion-dollar empire, and me? I am a pathetic nobody!" Yeah, that was my first impression.
I couldn't give in just yet, despite how much my heart yearned for him. I couldn't let myself be fooled by a lie or a lust that was so obvious, according to my cautious, uptight self back then. I couldn't allow anyone, including a breathtakingly alluring and reeking-to-high-heaven billionaire like him, to use me. I sent him to hell with his supposedly fake feelings, and I tried to tuck mine where they had been lying before our paths crossed.
Unbelievably, he wasn't the spoilt, dominant jerk that I thought he was. You know, those despotic fools who don't understand the word "no"? He was different. So different. He stayed away. He respected my decision, and that moved me a great deal. I dedicated myself to what brought me here and forgot whatever games my heart and body were playing with me.
But then again, can you cloak love? Can you fight love? Maybe. But has anyone ever won against love? I doubt it, and I didn't break the record by being the first.
I heeded the echoes of my heart; to the cravings of my body, I bowed; and to the desires of my body, I surrendered. I swallowed my pride and took it upon myself to right this, and since then, Ray has been just to me. A ray of light, hope, peace, love, satisfaction, and everything that the word sweet depicts. We are both basking in the glee of love.
But...
"I would give the world to wake up every single day like this." His sweet voice strokes through the walls of my ears, summoning my eyes to him and coercing a smile from me.
The smile, however, doesn't stay for long as our lips find each other, diving into a glorious morning kiss. Who wouldn't want this, huh? I can anticipate what beauty, immense pleasure, and joy married life holds. I mean, I would give the world to have him completely to myself in all senses from this minute on.
"Really?" I implore when we take a break to search each other's eyes.
"Of course, baby! I would give my all to have this." He affirms, stroking my cheeks in a show of assurance as he cups my face.
"And you know that that decision lies solely on you, Ray, right? any time you want. I am ready for us." I state, diving through his dark brown orbs. "We can be..."
"Ssshh!" He crashes his lips gently on mine again. Like always, I get what the memo says.
It's not yet time! I have to be silent about this concern and just enjoy it. This is beginning to stink, honestly!
I cut the kissing off. Not because it's any less sweet than before, nor because I do not want it, but because I do not want to pretend that I am freaking okay with this anymore. He needs to know how I feel about this.
"Why, Ray?" I brat out, fighting with the chunk in my throat. "When will you tell them?" I added, forcing my glare to stay strong on him.
I get it-this will not be juicy news to his distinguished parents. I can't get a clear picture of how they will react to this news. It also won't be easy for him to break this to them. They have much higher expectations of him, and I know I can never be their choice for their beloved son. But he chose me and made me believe that this would work.
So, why delay it any longer? Why do we need to keep hiding it? Why don't we just let them know once and for all? There is no point in keeping our relationship a secret because they are bound to find out sooner or later, right?
"Babe? We've talked about this, right?" His voice echoes, and today, I may be paranoid, but I don't like the look I am seeing on his face.
It's like he is also uncertain as to when or how he will drop this bomb. Worse, I feel like he doesn't want to tell them. Like he is afraid of confessing what we have to his parents.
I push this annoying chunk down my throat, but another one forms right after.
God knows that aside from loving this man with all my heart, I also respect him as much. I do not want an altercation this early in the morning. I can't ruin his day this early. He has a series of important tasks to do and crucial duties to fulfill. I can't be the reason he will lurk in his duties and responsibilities.
I didn't realize I was making my way out of bed, nor was it my intention to disrespect him by leaving him in the middle of a conversation, and my manners are spanked back to me by a strong wave of strange dizziness that leaves me almost collapsing to the floor. If he wasn't quick enough to catch me, I would perhaps be nursing a broken bone from the fall.
"Are you okay?" Worry and care are what I can make out of his voice as I snuggle and cling to him for support.
Jeez! Why the hell do I feel like crap all of a sudden? Where did all the energy in me evaporate?
I muster the little strength left in me, my head still spinning a little with dizziness.
"I... Am... Ooh..." My formulated lie doesn't make it to my lips.
I collapse back into his arms, and darkness invades my world.
"You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy-blood-stained hands off me!" Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!" The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man's vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. "But if you don't watch your sweet-dirty-mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet wild pet, "Is that what you want, huh, little kitten?" A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia and unfortunately, she crashes with LUCCA DE'MATTHEW - the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?
"What if I tell you that you can actually, live that dream?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. She tensed, everything in her body responding to him in ways she had always dreamed of. But it was so wrong for her to even dare to dream about her boss like that. "You crave for your boss? Wish Granted. You can have me," his words resonated with so much assurance that shook Sofia to her bones. Her breath caught in her throat, the wave of Ethan's unbelievable words shaking her. The tension thickened as he sealed the tiny gap that was separating them. "The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?" A cold boss with the darkest insatiable desires that a naive, inexperienced girl like Sofia could never match- what could they possibly have in common? Love? However, even love needs a common ground, and these two are different in all ways, and everything stands in their way. With a possessive fiance who is a perfect match for Ethan in all aspects, perfect even for his darkest desires, is there anything that can make Ethan choose Sofia against all odds?
"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees! Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. Cold shivers jolted down my spine, almost paralyzing my entire being. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."