[3rd Person’s POV]A week passed by in a blink of an eye. Preston was very happy that Katalina and Hunter Jr. was with him all the time during work hours.Indeed. true to his words progressed and find his shop to be more efficient when the two most valuable people in his life were present.Preston excused himself to proceed to the restroom. his office has a built in restroom. he locked the door and stared at his reflection in the mirror.“I have to do things right. I know I must. and this is the perfect opportunity for me to express how serious I am into leveling up our relationship,” Preston said to himself.Washing his hands at the lavatory, she glanced once more at his reflection. Preston love to see the genuine smile appearing on his face. It was as if it has been a long time since he felt so good about certain things that inspires his heart to do good and to be more efficient.As he left the comfort room, he saw Katalina. Talking and rocking the baby in her arms. it was the most
[3rd Person’s POV] “Please, Katalina. I love you! Don’t listen to Amanda. The video was just edited to tear us apart! Don’t let her win.” The wedding was a mess. Katalina thought that it would be the best day of her life. But it turned out that it was one of the nightmares that she's trying to avoid. It seems like unfortunate events were tied to her name. Preston tried to revive their marriage. He begged her. And said and did multiple ways of apologizing. But it was too late. She made up her mind already. They left Preston. Katalina was determined to raise the baby alone. She doesn’t want anymore drama and conflict to her life. Jerry resigned at his job. He couldn’t keep lying on Katalina anymore. The night of her wedding, he texted Katalina the truth. And it checks out all of the things that Amanda said during the wedding. It was painful for her. She wanted to die that day. But then, she remembered her son. And that’s the only reason why he keeps on fighting. Everything was goi
[3rd Person’s POV]Katalina stared at the termination contract in her email. Her supervisor implied to fire her because her output as a writer isn’t clicking anymore.You told me writing was your passion. How come you keep on creating trash after trash?!Those were the words that echoed inside her head. A single tear fell from her eyes. No one understood her hardship. Or even appreciate her effort.She sighed and looked around. Katalina felt useless. Her forté long ago doesn’t align with journalism. But still, in the same field of writing information.Her coworkers were so busy creating exposé, articles after articles, and here she was, as her editor would say, concocting rubbish and futile articles.Katalina dragged her feet to the restroom. She locked herself to one of the cubicles. Latching her palms to her mouth, she cried without any sound. Her shoulders shuddered and her knees were shaking.Everyone has their own different level of sensitivity. But this one shook her to the core
[3rd Person’s POV]She nibbled her lower lip. Confused as she opened the folder. Her lips parted open as she saw a handsome picture of a man. The man that has been the talk of the town before she arrived.“By the looks on your face, I assumed you heard of him?” Jerry asked her.Katalina tilted her head. “Who wouldn’t know him?” she caressed Hunter’s face on the photo.Jerry agreed. “Exactly,” he watched her reading the articles attached to the folder.A line was etched on Katalina’s forehead. She continued to read the exposé about Hunter. “He’s too perfect. These articles are top-notched,” she looked at her editor. “You know I can’t top these, right? These are all different praises for Hunter.”“I know, I was the one who gave you that.”“Then what should I do?”Jerry could see the eagerness in Katalina’s eyes. He knew too well how the lady wanted to reclaim back her glory. “Find dirt on him.”Katalina was taken aback. Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”There was a moment of silence.Jer
[3rd Person’s POV]“Jesus Christ!’ she exclaimed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.Katalina turned on the faucet of the lavatory. She washed her face and stare for the second time in the mirror. “I should definitely sleep,” she commented.The dark bags underneath her eyes are visible, her chapped lips are accentuated, and stress is painted all over her face. She walks out of the bathroom. And headed back to her mini workspace.She sat in front of her laptop once again.“Mafia boss, horny billionaire, leader of a syndicate….” Katalina sighed. This could be the exposé she needed. But netizens are smarter nowadays.She massaged her temples. “Still no proof. But at least, I have a list of his possible motives,” she sounded like a detective, chasing the most wanted criminal.Katalina laid back and inhaled deeply. She’s tired and wishes to sleep. But the caffeine still runs through her veins.After dinner with the waiter last night, she did not stop digging for more information abou
[3rd Person’s POV]Friday came.Two hours before the charity gala, Katalina was ready.She’s walking back in forth, practising her speech in front of the mirror. “Hi! I’m Katalina! A real estate agent. Nice to meet you!” she projected the most alluring smile.Katalina was satisfied with her speech. But something tells her that it wasn’t enough. “Argh!” she groaned in exhaustion.Her room was a mess. The papers are still on the floor. Scattered.She lacks time of sorting things. Katalina was busy embodying what she should have. A fake real estate agent.She even went to an acting workshop to make her skills more authentic. Sighing as she stood in front of the whole body mirror.The red velvet body con dress accentuates her innate curves and medium-sized bust. Her fair skin contrasted the dress perfectly.She sighed. “Finally! I met the crowd’s favorite! Hi, Mister Collins.”Katalina laughed and shook her head. “I won’t mess up. You got this right, Katalina,” she reminded herself. “You’
[3rd Person’s POV]“Geez! Where is he!?” she asked frantically. In a blink of an eye, she lost Hunter in her sight.The waiter just chuckled, thinking that Katalina was just one of the ladies who was into his boss. He left her.Katalina looked around with an eyes as sharp as an eagle. She couldn’t lose Hunter.She sauntered through the crowded place. Hoping that Hunter was there, mingling with the crowd. But she failed.The auction began. “For $90,000 as a starting bid,” the emcee announced. His apprentice removed the cover of the painting.The people gasped.Katalina was curious. She looked at the painting and was stunned as well.“A half-naked painting of Mister Collins and—”“$300,000!” a woman with white hair bid.The emcee chuckled. “Wow. We have a first bidder. Any taker? Do I hear $400,000?”“$1,000,000!”The bidding goes higher and higher. Katalina glanced once more at the painting before she left and resumed to hunt the famous billionaire.He’s intelligent. Katalina praised H
[3rd Person’s POV] Hunter eyed her from head to foot. For the nth time, he was convinced with his instinct. “You’re not lost,” he said. Katalina bit her lower lip. Hunter Collin’s voice arouses something inside her. “W-What?” she asked, feigning innocence. The billionaire walked closer to her. Flashing his infamous charming smile that made her cheeks blush. “The whole finding the restroom thing, it was a charade.” She fell silent. Like Hunter’s admirers, Katalina understood why they can’t stop staring at him. He is a work of art. Hunter’s innate handsomeness and oozing sex appeal precede before his name. Katalina scoffed. “Alright,” she raised her hands in the air. “You got me.” “I knew it,” he smirked. She opened her purse and gave him a fake calling card. With her name, contact details and address of her so-called business. “I’m Amanda Bynes. A real estate agent,” she offered her hand. Katalina lied about her identity. The billionaire seemed confused. So, she added a tin