2 Meet Faithful
Meet Faithful
BORN and raised in Fortress- the richest country in the world, a twenty-two-year-old stunner and a head-turner. With her silky long black hair, paper white skin, and eyes as dark as her hair-she is definitely a beauty.
That is why she is coined as Snow White for a reason. But she is no damsel in distress-not even a princess. But people kneel before her and followed her whims but she is not a spoiled brat who is usually born with golden spoon.
Cause she is the gold herself.
She is also not rich. Never was and will never be.
Cause that term is an understatement for someone like her-scratch that, there is no one like her.
In her world, she is dominant but she is not a boss.
Cause bosses work for her.
But she is not a royalty either. Cause she is too royal for the world.
She is no saint. Cause well-she can't be.
She is not from a powerful family. Cause she doesn't need a family to be powerful.
She is not famous. Cause she is too good for the world to know.
Who is she?
"Who are you?"
He looked at her with the most beautiful blue eyes.
So deep and mysterious. Like an ocean.
How great it would be to be drowned on those eyes?
Indeed, that would be a very beautiful disaster.
Walking without minding 'anything', she walked with grace and authority-blessing every path she passes by.
She removed her Alexander McQueen aviator as she faced the wooden door of the castle.
"H-hey! We cannot let an intruder in this sacred mansion!"
Without removing her Alexander McQueen gloves. She held the doorknob. But even before she can open the huge double doors, she was already cornered by a man. And as she turns around, she was already facing the beautiful eyes that greet her a while ago.
"Who are you?" he uttered with a more serious voice.
But instead of answering, she just turns around and continued opening the door.
And yet the man, still doing his job, held her arms. And asked for the third time.
The moment she stepped her Alexander McQueen ankle boots on the carpeted floor, the man already let her go.
"Who are you?" slowly letting her go.
"She is Faithful."
Her classic Alexander McQueen black bodysuit successfully made their ways to touch her perfect curves. And as she walked through the stairways, she slowly removed her bun and let her long silk black hair wave.
"Is she an Alberona?" uttered by the man.
I never thought men nowadays are now so talkative.
She stops for a while as she heard the man. Interested, she turned around and look down at him.
"I am Attorney Rios Marco. And I am the legal adviser of the Alberona family." he stands straight while trying to control the nervousness he felt as she looks down on her.
Like how a queen looks to a peasant.
Like a lion and a rat.
Like the moon and the waves.
"I have the right to know who you are because this is t-trespassing."
"Forgive him for he was rude and disrespectful your greatness. Let me-"
She raised her hand to stop her butler. Slowly she walked down the aisle and went near the man.
Thou shall not fear for she is no danger.
She removed her gloves as she walks closer to him.
The man remains still but eyes don't lie. She saw fear.
She went closer that their body almost touch. She held his face using her right hand.
She looked at him with utmost longing.
And with the coldest voice he ever heard, she said, "I am not an Alberona and will never be. I am Faithful." she touched his face using the back of her hand.
"Just Faithful..."
And there, he was left dumbfounded.
"ATTY. MARCO, as ordered by her greatness, you can just leave the Carta de Contrata. Her greatness requested to call off this day since she is already tired."
She is tired.
She is tired.
She is tired.
"She's tired huh?!" Rios can't stop raising his voice to the lady in front of her.
"I traveled 5 hours from La Ciudad and walked for about two hours because any forms of transportation are not allowed on this place for some stupid reasons that the fucking guard there cannot utter. And 3 hours, I waited for fucking 3 fucking hours outside this fucking house-"
"Palace."
"-palace, I don't care what the fuck is this weird place! I've been waiting here for a long time because your boss doesn't want any email transactions! Now you're telling me to fucking call this fucking day off?!"
Feeling defeated, the guys have no choice but to sit down on the sofa while caressing his nose bridge. And because the butler near him wasn't even moving at all to call her boss, he just impatiently stood up and rush near the grand staircase.
"Fine! Since you are playing deaf then let me talk to Faithful-"
But before she can even land his foot on the first step of the staircase, strong arms pulled him to turn him around just to kick on his stomach.
Damn, that hurts! How can this butler do that to me easily?! My black belts are shaking!
"No one disrespects her greatness. Don't you dare call her by her first name! You are just a nobody.", the butler coldly uttered.
"L-let me go-"
The butler let him go already but before he can even curse the butler, she saw the women kneeling.
He smirked, "Now, you're kneeling in front of me?! I'm sorry but that's unforgiva" "Kneel! You idiota!" the butler angrily spat at him while pointing the floor ordering him to kneel too.
Instead of doing it and despite the limping, he proudly stands straight and sexily combs his hair. " Why would I follow you?! You almost kill me back then!"
But the latter just drags the cocky bastard and because he is still limping, he was easily dragged down.
"Amazonas!"
The latter didn't mind it as she bowed and focuses on the lady in front." Forgive this peasant, your greatness-"
She raised her hands to stop her butler from talking. Wearing her Alexander McQueen nightdress, she walked elegantly to the man who is still kneeling on the floor due to her butler's aggressive movement a while ago.
She lends her hand to the gentleman while looking intently at his beautiful ocean eyes.
Drown at her beauty, the guy realized that the lady in front is also very beautiful inside. Maybe his impression was wrong at all. She looks might look sassy but she's definitely kind-hearted too. She's really an angel. That is why with no second thoughts, he reached for her hands.
So soft and smooth-
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER GREATNESS?!"
And even before his brain cells analyze what just happened, he already falls on the floor, losing his consciousness as he received a punch straight to his face.
"42 days."
"W-what?Her greatness that was so long and-"
She raised her hands to stop her butler again.
"My faith is in you her greatness. But not on this peasant."
