As Alana anxiously sat in the waiting room, her mind raced with worry and fear for Ricardo's well-being. The minutes felt like hours, and even breathing seemed to require an immense effort. Thoughts of the worst outcomes consumed her, threatening to suffocate her fragile hope.“Relax Alana, he's going to be fine,” Brigitte whispered to her friend, urging her to keep calm in such a situation. Marcela placed her hand on Alana's shoulders, assuring her everything would work out fine. Finally, the doctor emerged from the emergency room, his face calm yet weary. Alana's eyes locked with his, searching for any sign of good news. To her immense relief, he informed her that Ricardo had been shot in the arm. “The bullet had fortunately not penetrated very deeply, leaving behind just a shallow scratch. But he'll be fine,” The doctor remarked assuredly, despite that, Alana wanted to see Ricardo. “Did you hear that…he'll be fine, sweetie,” Marcela whispered with a smile.“Cheer up and eat some
Alana was delicately wrapping a fresh bandage around Ricardo's wounded arm, her face conveying both worry and frustration. Ricardo had recently been discharged from the hospital following a tragic incident, and the doctor had strict instructions for him to rest until his right arm fully healed. However, despite this recommendation,"Ricky, you can look at your work after you have fully recovered," Alana said with a frown. Ricardo seemed unable to tear his gaze away from his office files, infuriating Alana."Sweetheart, it's just one arm…not my head," Ricardo retorted with a chuckle when Alana slammed his laptop shut."Focus…you need to obey me," she threw him a deadly glare as she tightened the bandage, securing it in place."I feel special," Ricardo mumbled and cupped Alana's face. She shrugged his hand away but Ricardo managed to hold her in place."I'm one lucky bastard, hehehe…wifey, how about…" he added and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear seductively. He began closing in
Stacey sat behind her desk in her office, engaged in a conversation with a group of clients who had once been faithfully served by her rival, Alana. Stacey had managed to instigate them to join her side, showcasing her persuasive skills and business acumen. It had been a long, productive discussion, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as the women and men finally departed, seemingly content with their decision.Just as Stacey was about to take a moment to relish her triumph, her attention was abruptly diverted by the entrance of an unexpected visitor. It was Rocco's right-hand man, a figure known for his loyalty to his boss and his reputation for being formidable. Stacey's lips curled into an evil smirk as she observed him stepping into her office, already anticipating the potential benefits this encounter might bring.With an air of confidence, Stacey leaned back in her chair and locked eyes with the right-hand man. Her voice dripped with intrigue as she inquired.“And what brings
After the servants from the restaurant meticulously arranged the food on the table, Alana courteously asked them to leave, eager to enjoy a delightful lunch with her husband and son. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and joy as they settled in, ready to relish their meal and engage in lively conversation. "You are spoiling him too much," Ricardo said with a frown and fed Alana who happily accepted and glanced over at Santiago enjoying his meal."He's my son…I have to spoil him," she said and winked at Ricardo playfully. Ricardo couldn't help but stare at his wife wondering what good he did to deserve such a kindhearted woman."Does that mean I'm…left out…not fair," Ricardo grimaced with a pout only to earn a smack on the shoulder from Alana."Grow up…we need to spoil him more…and well…" Alana started but soon stopped when she noticed how uncomfortable "Sweetie, everything okay?" Alana asked as she put her plate on the table and scooped closer to Santiago. "Santi…" Alana d
Alana let out a sigh as she sat down and Brigitte handed her a cup of coffee. It was early in the afternoon. Brigitte came to visit her after what happened. “It's not your fault, Alana…” Brigitte said seeing how worked up Alana was. It had been days and Alana seemed to be running away from Ricardo. She spent her time overworking. “It's my fault… I ordered the food…how careless of me…he will never forgive me,” it was easy for Brigitte to say. But she saw that look in Ricardo's eyes. The love he had for his son. “Ricardo loves you…he would never blame you for anything,” Brigitte tried to reason with Alana, but unfortunately, Alana couldn't see a way out. Ricardo was so angry that he shut down the entire restaurant and nearly had the owner jailed.“Not more than his son,” “It's all that girl's fault…who sent her and why did she do that,” Brigitte scoffed disdainfully and rose from the chair. It turned out that one of the employees at the restaurant poisoned the food. When Alana and R
Alana woke up to the early morning sun streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on her face. It was a big day for her - the day she would meet with important event planners to discuss her upcoming party. After a series of unfortunate losses in her business, this event was Alana's chance to redeem herself and show the world her true potential.As she brushed her hair and got dressed, a mischievous smile graced Alana's face. She had a surprise planned for the event planners, a unique theme that would leave everyone speechless. "This should do," she muttered, satisfied with her makeup, just then Santiago walked into the room, his tiny feet pitter-pattering on the hardwood floor. He looked up at Alana with his big, innocent eyes, filled with curiosity. It was hard for Alana to resist his infectious laughter and playful antics."Aww look at you are you excited…of course you are…," Alana said as she scanned Santiago from head to toe. Making sure she fixed his clothes and hair. Mrs
(Alana)I sat in front of the mirror, contemplating what was happening. Tears filled my eyes with no way of escaping. My heart ached agonizingly. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. To stop whatever was going onI couldn't do this anymore, the nightmare seemed real, I was scared. Afraid, but I had no choice. This was my fate. I let the ladies doing my makeup and styling my hair do their work. I sat like a zombie, a string doll controlled by others. Waiting for someone to save me. Unfortunately, this was happening It was my wedding, the day I was getting married and the six women in the room with me were hired to help me get ready. It was just a week ago that I wrote my final exams. I was studying a bachelor's degree in Visual Arts. I was a few steps from starting my life as an adult and using my skills to become the best fashion designer in the country and make my parents proudI even applied for a job at a well-known jewelry company as an assistant to raise money for myself. Un
(Alana)Like a dream, I was guided outside the farm house. It was luxurious and completely beautiful. I was told all the Romero children got married here. It was their tradition to marry at their old mansion.I also met two lovely girls, they were twins. Kira and Kiara. They were Erin's daughters. They dressed in pretty white similar dresses and nice white sandals. Not only that, but they carried two lovely baskets decorated with white flowers. Erin told me they would walk in front of me while throwing some flowers Immediately we got outside, my mom dropped the veil over my face, I was grateful to her knowing I wanted to avoid being seen. Or for people to look at me and see how red my eyes wereMy dad hooked his arm with me, I heard cheering and the wedding song instrumental played. It was a BEAUTIFUL IN WHITE song. I loved the song, maybe my mom requested for it to be played knowing how much I bragged to her to play the very same song on my wedding dayI felt even more emotional, I