Belle,
onti, the most tyrannical businessman that controlled the machinery and electronics
ther, and the women's jewelry shone more tha
of pure gold, on an elevated plat
n East Africa, where he ran a business that was just muzz
king in hushed manners. No one dared to be too merry, and even t
e ones that came to kiss Mr. Francesco's feet, the one
alone, far away from the garden at a corner, like he snuck in, his body backing the re
leading the way. Alessia 's green mermaid evening gown with mini
and symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and ful
n gawked at her until their partn
her faults, left her pleading for her life; she couldn't afford to die-her siblings depended on her. Her heart raced, and her
ationship?" she had cried out. "We were da
you trying to ruin my reputation? You're j
om normal. She didn't know anyone in h
he had never truly touched her. She could still remember the cold, metalli
r like cheap perfume. The whispers grew louder. Young women sco
more out of place. No one brought their secretary to parties like this, so everyone viewed
called. A lady in her twentie
formalities; I'm not
y again? Still no girlfriend?" the l
his chest. "The new company in Atlan
g a girlfriend i
any woman; that's w
leech off you," the lady spat, glancing at Ales
rt skipped a beat as their eyes met briefly. She qui
lady demanded, clearly not
need help because you're not of drinking
t to slap Alessia , but Alessia twisted away. The lady stumbl
os was about to erupt. She didn't bother tur
ac
as he slapped her. The sound of the slap was l
er cheap clothes dripped with wine, now clinging t
adows, clenched his fists, hi
detail gold, rushed over. "Apologies for my secretary. She's not accusto
ulation as their marketing strategy took immense pleasure in crushing a
er? Everything. Her job, her dignity
to speak, her phone rang. She a
er, wondering what news could have caused such a