Angela stood at the entrance watching Andrae being taken by the police. She had requested them to go easy on him because of his injuries.Andrew had abused him so hard, one more punch and Andrae would be granted a one-way ticket to heaven. She had also asked the cops if he could get bailed.It was permissible since he is a minor but since it's a murder attempt it would become hard for him to get bailed.  "Are you worried about that kid?" Asked Dion looking down at her. Upclose he could measure her height which was around 160cm. Her reached head was just below his shoulder. He found her short height kinda cutesy. "Mhmm" She answered bluntly. Andrae turned towards the glass pane at the back of the police car. He smiled at her. It wasn't a malicious one rather It was a warm and genuine smile.She smiled back and the car disappeared into the further distance. Dion rubbed his temples frustratingly and asked. "H

Two weeks Later Outside the Hospital front entrance, a group of upscale sleek black cars was neatly parked in a series. Lucifer stepped outside wearing a casual black shirt covering his plastered body underneath and, black pants which enhanced his long legs. To complete the outfit he wore shiny black loafers making his overall appearance casually sexy.  Angela followed behind to send her annoying patient off. Lucifer turned to her, showing off a foxy smile.  "Then I'll be leaving now, hope you did not have a hard time tending me, Dr. Colton," Lucifer sounded polite with those words, but the mockery hidden in the tone could only be identified by Angela.  "No, not at all, Please take care of yourself from now on. And try not to end up in the hospital again," Angela mimicked his exact tone and he caught it instantly. She cannot go through all his bullshit all over again so obviously, he didn't want him to be hospitalized again.&nbs

Angela gracefully stepped outside the car and was immediately recognized by the blaring flashes of the cameras. Paparazzi swarmed outside the aisle ogling for attention.  This is the proof that this event wasn't a trivial one.  This is the Birthday Banquet of the Daughter of Arnold Rogan. He is one of the 7 titans of the Busines Empire in New York. As expected, many renowned celebrities from A-listed Hollywood stars to Multiple Business Tycoons attended the event. There were world-famous designers who also attended the event. The air around her turned intoxicated with ridiculously expensive perfumes from all these filthy rich people.  This very moment felt surreal. There was a time she would be the one who orgulously stood out under the spotlight.  But those days were long gone now. Now, she was nothing but a mere guest to this household.  She heaved a listless sigh and chose to hand the gift to Amelia and, visit her g

A few minutes ago. "See, there she is. All she has to do is drink the juice and you can have your way with her," A woman susurrated cautiously. She made sure no one was there to eavesdrop on their conversation. The smirk on Liam's lips grew wickedly at the thought.  "Take care of my wife until then," Said Liam, hinting at the lovely woman not far away. She was busy conversing with her friends, utterly oblivious of her husband's vile plans.  "You don't need to worry at all," Said the woman. "I want her to lose her reputation tonight." She shot a loathful glare at Angela. Angela looked so careless and carefree that it vexed her to the bone.  Liam is already planning on divorcing his second wife to remarry Angela. Even if Angela had cut ties with her father, the fact that she is the Daughter of Arnold Rogan couldn't be denied on the papers.  Even if Liam is twelve years older than her, that won't hinder their marriage

Angela slapped her face with a handful of faucet water. The docile peachy fragrance of the soap given off from her fresh face. Droplets of glassy water dappled on her smooth rosy tan skin. Her makeup had completely worn out and she didn't feel like her face being weighed by chemicals nor the morning hangover. She dabbed her face using the clean white facecloth hung beside the basin. She had also washed her mouth with toothpaste mixed with water, churning in her mouth like the blender in her kitchen. At least the morning breath was gone.Earlier, she checked her phone to discover the dozen missed calls and text messages from Mr Rogan. The texts were nothing but a long line of 'bad words.'He was 'asking' where she had disappeared and that her car was still there outside their gates. She did not even bother to reply and left him on seen ever so brazenly. Mr Rogan did not care where had gone, he wanted to know if she had caught herse