Paramour of Hell

Prologue

"Madame, your scheduled board meeting will happen in less than an hour." Kriselda, my secretary, informed me.

"Thanks," I replied. Kriselda's been working for me for almost two years now. Hindi ko alam sa babaeng 'yan at natitiis ang pag-uugali ko.

But well, congratulations to her. After a year of puro trabaho, she earned my trust and respect. I'm not going to lie, but I am indeed rude.

"Madame? Ano na? Galaw-galaw po tayo, ano?" In just the blink of an eye, Kriselda is now in front of me. Seeing how annoyed she is already, I laughed mentally.

She's always funny whenever she feels irritated. Her voice says patience, while her face does not.

I'm proud of her though. My parents used to call me 'the hard-headed heir of the family'. That's why sa akin ipinamana ang kompaniya. Well, wala silang choice. Nag-iisa nila akong anak.

I graduated as Summa c*m Laude at Harvard University in the United States. I know where to place myself. And as the CEO of Villamor Corporation, hindi ako ang pinaghihintay. Ako dapat ang hinihintay.

"Madame, bilis."

"This is my runway, Kris. I don't do that." I heard her sigh in defeat.

That's true. Rosella Szaphirra? Tatakbo para lang sa isang board meeting? Are you f*****g kidding me, sweetheart? Over my drop-dead-gorgeous and sexy body. No way. Not gonna happen.

I am the only daughter of Alejandrrino Villamor and Matilde Atienza-Villamor. The first grandchild of Enrique Quejano Villamor and Roselda San Juan-Villamor. None other than the spoiled but not so spoiled heir of Villamor Corp., Rosella Szapphira.

I'm a sapphire. And sapphire is associated with royalty. That's why I don't run just to chase a board meeting. Ano ba sila? Gold?

When my private elevator finally opened, halos tumakbo na si Kriselda.

"Szapphira, Madame, mauuna na ako ha. Rampa ka lang d'yan." then she ran.

Good thing she's wearing flat shoes. Whatever, Kris.

Wearing my not-so formal corporate attire, I entered the board room, Kris opened the door for me. 

Gamit ang nanunuring mata, tiningnan ako ng lahat. 

"Ganiyan ba ang tamang pag-uugali ng isang CEO, Szaph-"

I smiled and cut his words. "It's Madame Szaphirra Villamor, Mr. Sanchez."

"Madame, with all due respect, you're always late sa ating meetings. May mga gagawin din naman kami." 

With that, I unbelievably looked at her and then chuckled nonchalantly. 

"Mrs. Castro, I didn't even tell you to invest in my company. I didn't force you. Why? What do you want me to do? Ako ang paghihintayin ninyo? Ano ba ang binebenta ng kompaniya ninyo? Gold?" I mockingly looked at them. "Sweethearts, I'm actually a lawyer now kung hindi sa akin ipinamana ang kompaniya. Did I force my grandfather to inherit everything for me? Did I?"

Napa-iling muli ako.

"Villamor Corporation needs me. Admit it or not. This company is my runway. I don't chase board meetings, they chase me. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes, Madame." titiklop naman pala, kukuda pa.

"Perfect! Let's start."

"Ah, Madame. May hinihintay pa po tayo." hindi makapaniwala kong tiningnan si Kris.

My eyes then settled on the man who had just entered my boardroom. Ang kapal naman yata ng mukha niyang mahuli pa kaysa sa akin. Ano ba siya? Gold?

Oh my God! Ang gwapo niya!

I mean his butterscotch orbs are looking at me. Walang emosyong makikita dito pero hindi din naman cold. He's wearing all-black corporate attire. 'Yong lalaki pala kanina is secretary niya!

Shit na malagkit, Szaphirra!

His jaw is in a square shape. Oh b***h, look at his hair! It's a top tank knot! Maputi rin ang kutis niya, his hands made it visible. His fingers were long, f**k! Still amused, I remained my stoic face. Hindi por que gwapo siya at mukhang anak ni Zeus ay papayag na akong mas malate siya kaysa sa akin.

"My apologies, Ms. Villamor." even his f*****g voice! It's so f*****g attractive, bilog na bilog ang boses niya. 

As a well-trained artist by my granddad, I rolled my eyes at him. But the truth is, basa na po 'yung panty ko!

"And who are you? Who do you think you are? Late ka pa sakin? Bakit? Ano ka ba? Gold?" I don't know why, pero, that's already my mannerism siguro.

Mocking everyone with a question 'Ano ka ba? Gold?'.

I saw how amused he was but then hid it using his serious face.

"I'm really sorry, Miss."

The board f*****g meeting is already done. It should be 'bored meeting' wala man lang ka-thrill-thrill! 

"Kriselda!" I called her. I'm now at my office.

Nakapatong ang paa ko sa mesa habang may hawak na ballpen at pinaglalaruan ito.

"Yes, Madame?"

"Sino ba 'yong lalaking mas late pa sa akin kanina?" I asked her, persistent to know his name.

"Ah. 'Yon ba?" She sat in the visitor’s chair.

Kriselda and I had this hobby na mag chi-chismisan saglit before going back to work. It's fine for me though, ako naman ang boss niya.

"Narinig ko kay Sir Sigismundo kanina tsaka sa sekretarya niya na Lucifer daw." napa-ngisi siya. 

"Lucifer? What the hell? Gan'yan ba siya ka hate ng parents niya para gawing Lucifer ang name niya? Poor him. 'Welcome to the Christian world', Lucifer ang nakalagay sa tarpaulin niya noong bata." I even imagined that way. Kawawa naman siya.

Malakas na tumawa si Kris. "Para ka namang tangina, madame!"

If she wasn’t just someone who’s close to me, I'd literally slap her to death.

"Hindi lang 'yan ang nalaman ko, Szap."

"Eh ano pa?"

"His full name is Lucifer Ares Sandoval. Ni-search ko kanina sa i********:, dai! Grabe ang gwapo niya pala talaga! Subukan mo!"

Well, wala namang mawawala kung susubukan 'di ba?

I reached for my phone near the documents. I immediately went to i********: and searched for his account!

With a whopping 2.4 million followers without any following and only 1 post, I smirked. What a catch.

Hmm... Lucifer Ares, I see. I don't mind seducing you, Mister.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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