"Love can start as a war or friendship, but it is better to be pleased than to be displeased about your part of love," ~Unknown~Lorena Cicero POVEntering the luxurious White plus elegant penthouse, I was stopped by a young lady who looked my age—ignoring her as I clipped my gloved palm together. She bows at me slightly."How may I be of help to you?" She asked, looking sternly at me.I looked from her feet back to her face. "And why are you like this?" I asked, looking disgusted by her maid outfit. It looked so seductive, exposing the coverage of her breast slightly. She looks down at herself. "Who are you?" "Who am I?" I looked around once more, then back to her face. "Where is your unflattering boss?" She immediately looks shocked at my face due to my statement. "I'm so sorry, My lady, you must be lady Cicero. The resemblance is true," she bows apologetically."Indeed I am, and what resemblance? If I may ask," I asked, confused."Your sister, I've been seeing her on the tabloi
Unedited versionLORENA CICERO'S POVGlancing through my phone with my leg crossed, feeling refreshed in my room, suddenly, my phone rings, it was from an unknown number calling; I frown as I pick up, taking the phone closer to my ear."Who are you, and how may I be of help to you?" I frown at the silence.I was about to hang up when a baritone voice was heard from the other side of the phone. "Hello, emerald,"Hang on, that voice it is...That good for nothing taut."How did you get my number, you freak?" I flamed up again."My dearest soon-to-be wife, I can get any number that I choose to; as long as you're my soon-to-be wife, I have every right to know your number." He voices out in a cocky tone. "Listen, as my woman, and you have to remember...firstly, you can't turn off your phone, secondly, on no account will you hang up on me, or else, the orphanage-" "Blah blah blah blah consistently whining, I have heard you, don't talk about the orphanage. Are you happy now?" I Yelled at hi
The smell of waffles woke Lorena up. She opened her eyes to see Tanika setting a small table beside her bed."Good morning, my lady." The maid bowed when she noticed Lorena was awake.Lorena rolled her eyes in-between a yawn and a stretch combo. "We're not in the sixties, Tanika. You don't need to bow to me.""Oh." She blushed and bowed her head in wait for Lorena's following command.Shaking her head, Lorena pulled out of the bed into a sitting position. "These smell good." She said, rubbing her hands together, her feet wobbling beneath her."Go on, and take a bite." Tanika urged on happily, with a big smile on her pretty face.Lorena returned her smile and took a massive bite from a piece of the waffle. Her eyes widened as the flavors hit her tongue. She broke into an even wider smile."Tanika?""My lady." "Did you make this yourself?" She asked, taking a more significant bite."Yes, my lady." The happy girl bobbed her head in excitement. She wanted to be on good terms with the futu
"This is not funny, Signor! What are you doing in my room?" She said, covering her body with her hands. That action alone drew his attention from her ethereal face to her body. He didn't know what color that dress was, but it was divine on her. He had never seen anything like it before, never seen a woman like her before.He laughed, amused by the pure fire her eyes were spitting toward him. His soon-to-be wife had some wildfire in her, but even the heavens knew she was beautiful. "Trying to help with your zipper." The sarcasm dripped out of his tongue, further enraging her."Like hell, you will!"She bit her tongue immediately. If her father heard her speaking so vulgarly, he would have her whipped. However, she couldn't help the rage Makris always sparked in her."You can't go to the luncheon with your zipper down." He winked and began to walk towards her."Stay right where you are." She warned, taking a step back. "Oh, common Emerald. Why do you have to be so mean?" He pouted mo
"What the fuck is Marcielo doing here?" "Language, Lorena. But to answer your question, I'm not quite sure. I just saw him from afar and was immediately on the lookout for you." "Verona?" Lorena grabbed her sister's shoulder, temporarily forgetting about her aching arm. "I need you to help me out here. If Papa sees anything suspicious, we're both going down." She counted her words carefully."Don't you think I know that? That's why you must tell him to leave before Father sees him.""Lorena?" They both turned around at the same time to see Marcielo standing behind them."I'll leave you two alone," Verona drew closer to her and whispered. "I'll be on the lookout for anyone we know. Make him go away." She turned around, giving Marcielo a smile before walking away.Lorena took a moment to gather her best thoughts before raising her head up to Marcielo."Lady Lorena?" He called in that soft velvet voice of his. So different, terribly different from the thickness of Makris's voice."What
Makris spotted his friend Jorginho at their exclusive spot at the corner of the bar and sighed in relief. Moments later, he frowned when he noticed the woman sitting beside him. He couldn't say he was surprised, though. If there was one thing Jorginho loved more than money, it was women. Jorginho's face lit up when he spotted Makris. He quickly whispered to their standby bartender, who hurried away."My man." He said, stretching his hands to greet his friend.Makris stretched out his hands and grabbed the shot of tequila instead. In one gulp, he downed it before taking his seat. The two girls beside Jorginho giggled while openly gawking at him. The redhead stroked a strand of her hair, batting her eyelashes at him. She was calling dibs already. The blonde looked disappointed, but one look at Jorginho, and she was smiling again."Someone seems tensed." Jorginho teased, withdrawing his ignored hands."There should be more drinks on the table," Makris said, ignoring his friend. He loo
Lorena ensured Makris was deep in sleep before she mustered all her strength to push him off her body. Gently, she rolled off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. Only when she was safe in her room, did she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Now, she was angry."Beg him? Will I beg him to touch me? Who does he think I am? Some pathetic, desperate chic craving his touch? Stupid, stupid bastard!" She thought aloud."He's not even all that. I blame the multiple women that have made him believe he is some catch. My Marcielo is a better man than that asshole!" She landed with a thud on her bed. She crossed her legs and folded her hands tightly. Scrunching her face, she allowed the events of the past twenty-four hours to resurface. Then she got teary-eyed."I hope you're okay, Marci. I do." The suspense was killing her. She unclasped her sweaty palms as a thought struck her mind. She turned around to reach out for her phone on the bed stand, but it wasn't there. She searched
Lorena marched into the living room, where Makris and Lauren had made themselves highly comfortable. The blonde beauty sat too close to him for comfort as they discussed. Lauren would brush her hands against his bare chest at intervals, then giggle like a schoolgirl. Lorena tried to convince herself she didn't care as she watched them, but she couldn't shake the anger swelling inside her."Makris, I need to talk to you alone." She called from the position she was standing. He raised his head and gave her a once-over."Why can't we talk here?" He raised a perfect brow. Lauren laughed but quickly covered it with a fake cough.Lorena's face turned crimson, and her eyes grew with rage. It was apparent he was provoking her now. Hell-bent on embarrassing her. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She didn't trust herself not to lose it. "You need to walk away, Lore." The saner voice in her head said."Shut it, goody! She needs to give that arrogant prick a piece of her mind." Th