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Hey guys, welcome to chapter three of my new series. I’m so excited to be writing again and sharing my imagination with you. I really hope that you’ll hope on this new adventure with me and we’ll sail together till we reach our destination.
This series is sequel to ‘Iron Rose.’ However, it isn’t a continuation but a whole new story. In this series, Miguel, a popular and elegant businessman with a very dark past, plots a twisted revenge against the powerful Montgomery family. All is not what it seems as a wronged soul will go to any extent to destroy his enemies. Hope on and enjoy the show!
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‘You think you have what it takes to have Miguel Marasigan on your magazine!’
Rakesh was seated on his desk, staring at the card that he had put on the table. A lot had been going on in his company and he needed it to be revived. He knew having Miguel in his magazine would really do it for him and maybe even more. He needed it.
“Hey!” A sweet voice said before he felt arms wrapping around him. “What seems to be in the mind of my best friend?”
Rakesh smiled, rubbing on those arms. “A lot, Jasmin.” He sighed. “First with the company and now all the drama being created in my family. I think it’s just becoming too much for me to handle.”
Jasmin raised an eyebrow, sitting on the table. “I saw the whole thing right before it got deleted, and I don’t need to be a genius to know that your father had it taken down. You know, Mason is a bitch but I never thought Hunter would hit him. It was shocking and as bad as it was, I think he deserved it.”
“Yeah, but Mr. Montgomery thinks otherwise.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, and speaking of our company…” She paused and crossed her arms. “…have you found an investor? You know I gave you…”
“I know, Jasmin. But I didn’t exactly find an investor but someone that might just be able to help us regain our fame back.”
Jasmin shrugged, wondering what he was talking about. “What could be more important than an investor at this point?”
“Miguel Marasigan!” He said with a smile on his face. “I have his contacts right here.” He gestured.
At first glance of the card on the table, Jasmin could have sworn it was a joke. But when she picked it up, her eyes became so wide that they’d have popped out of the sockets. She glanced at Rakesh, still shocked.
“The son of Ivy Marasigan?” She gasped. “It’s impossible that he’s gonna do a photoshoot with our company. Nobody has seen Miguel Marasigan before, not to talk of actually meeting him to discuss business.”
“I was with him the other night.” Rakesh said, taking a deep sigh. “That’s how I got the card. That boy is insane, the first time we met he actually injured me.”
Jasmin bust into laughter, shaking her head. “Do you realize this is Miguel we’re talking about here? He’s not only Ivy Marasigan’s mysterious son, but he’s a billionaire heir. Like his mother, he has never appeared in any magazines. So how…”
Rakesh raised an eyebrow. “You think I am lying? I was with him the other night.”
“And you let him go just like that?” Jasmin was shocked. “Do you know what his appearance in our magazines would do to this company? It would bring us lots of clients.”
Rakesh chuckled, combing his hair with his fingers. “I know that. That’s why he’s coming for a photoshoot this afternoon. I’ve already told the team to prepare.”
Jasmin glanced at her watch. “It’s already but…” She paused and crossed her arms. “…why am I feeling like this is a lie? No one has Miguel’s number, we’ve tried before. Are you telling me this so that I won’t bother you about finding an investor?”
Rakesh rolled his eyes, feeling a little bit offended. “I’ll call him right now, then we’ll see who’s lying.”
He quickly took out his phone and dialled Miguel’s line, putting it on loud speaker. It didn’t take long before the phone started ringing.
*
Miguel was hanging upside down on some ropes in his apartment. He wore nothing but a tight boxer brief. His eyes were closed but when he heard his phone ringing, he opened them and made a quick flip, holding a rope that was a little higher. He began swinging, moving like those Kungfu stars during training in movies.
He heard his phone ringing but he didn’t even bother to take it. When he glanced at it, he saw the name ‘Rakesh’ on it and he continued with his training. He was so good at flipping that one would have been so jealous of him.
Meanwhile, Rakesh continued calling until it cut. He tried again but all Miguel did was stare at the phone without even bothering coming down. He continued swinging on the ropes, staring at the phone like he expected something to come out of it.
“Are you now ready to say that this isn’t Miguel?”
“He is the one?” Rakesh groaned as he dialled the number again.
Miguel didn’t even dare come down, but rather continued staring at the phone istanbul travesti with a stain look on his face. He knew Rakesh was getting desperate and that was what he wanted. He had him in the position where he wanted him to be.
“I knew it!” Jasmin shook her head. “You argue with your father so much that you went and got yourself drank the other night. Not only did you do that, but you also mistook Miguel’s number for someone else’s. Let’s be real here, these games won’t save our company.”
Rakesh gripped the phone harder, feeling like he was possessed. “I was with Miguel, how do you explain his card then?”
“That could have been made anyone. I am sorry, but even if you were with Miguel you missed the golden opportunity.” She shrugged, angering him even more. “you’ve been day dreaming because you obviously didn’t get Miguel’s line. You’re remaining with a few days of which if you don’t find an investor, I am gonna be forced to sign with your father.”
With those words, Jasmin rose to her feet and left the office, leaving Rakesh in so much anger.
“I’ll show you that Miguel is real and I will be the first man to publish his picture.” He looked at his phone and wrote a message instead.
Meanwhile, Miguel heard his phone vibrate and he flipped in the air, landing on his feet. He picked up his phone and opened the message.
‘Hey sorry, but I do believe we made an appointment. Everything is ready, just you missing.’
A smirk appeared on his face as he read the message. He could feel the man’s desperation and he enjoyed every bit of it. He quickly wrote a message before he closed his phone and rushed upstairs.
***
Alex was sleeping on his bed when he heard his phone vibrate. He moved his hand slowly, searching the bed for his phone. He was really sleepy. He found it and opened it but jumped out of his bed, a smile appearing on his face. Everything felt like a dream and almost instantly, he felt his heart hammer in his chest. Adrenaline filled his body and he felt hot.
‘I think I might need to try some of that medicine.’ The message wrote. ‘Let’s meet.’
Alex felt his joy unfold like a flower. He couldn’t think of the time he’d ever been happier. He didn’t need to be a genius to know that Miguel was the one that had texted him.
‘Where?’ He quickly replied.
He was intoxicated with happiness. He waited one minute… then two… then three… then five. But there was no reply. The message had been delivered and it had been read but there was no reply.
“You’re so strange, my baby.” He said as he saved Miguel’s line. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to meet again? Why say let’s meet without telling me where? But I’ll wait.” HE kissed his phone. “I have waited for you to reply for so long.”
He threw the phone on his bed and went to the bathroom singing and dancing. He burned with a fierce joy.
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“Here is your order, sir!” The waitress said as she placed his food on the table. “If there is anything you need, you can call me.”
Miguel nodded, dismissing her. He stared at his order, his favourite black coffee and a slice of vanilla cake. He was at a hotel which didn’t have that many people so that they wouldn’t be staring at him like most of them did.
He was in a black see through designer’s shirt that was tucked in a black skinny jean that fit him like it was just meant for him and black sneakers. As usual, he looked amazing and to die for. His hair was just loose and curled and then parted at the middle.
He took a spoon to taste the cake when…
“Black chocolate without sugar and vanilla cake. Two of Miguel’s favourite things.”
Miguel sighed, taking a bite of the piece of cake. “I see you’ve been doing your homework. But if I had to tell you something, you’re wasting your time.” He raised his eyes and stared at Rakesh. “Searching about me won’t do you any good because there’s not much people know about me. Just the information I choose to put out there.”
“I am not wasting my time. But I am making your time.” Rakesh took a sit, staring at the beauty in front of him. “I thought you and I had a deal, Mr. Marasigan. But it seems like you like to play games with people. You have a one chance at coming out to the world, but you choose to play games.”
“I don’t mind staying mysterious.” He said as he took his coffee, moaning softly. “I am a billionaire and whether I do not come to the world or not, I will make billions. That’s how good I am. But you have a last chance to save your company, Mr. Montgomery. You’re not the only one who has been doing your homework. So who needs the other? I am assuming you know the answer.”
He picked up his car keys and wallet, getting up from the chair.
“No one knows you or who you are.” Rakesh rose from the chair, blocking Miguel’s path. “No one has ever seen you or where you stay or where you come from. Till when will you continue like this?”
“Till I choose to, Mr. Marasigan.” He crossed his arms. “And no one has been able to understand me.”
“That’s istanbul travestileri why I am asking for a chance.” Rakesh’s voice was low. “Let me show the world who Miguel Marasigan really is. You don’t need to hide your beauty from the world.”
Miguel chuckled, rubbing on his temple. “I don’t think you’re ready to unleash the heat which you can’t handle for the world to see. I said I would come for a photoshoot but I changed my mind, Mr. Montgomery. Like I said, you wouldn’t understand how Miguel’s mind works.”
He passed Rakesh and started heading out but…
“What’s your price?” Rakesh hollered, making Miguel stop in his tracks. “Everyone has a price, so name it, Mr. Marasigan. What would it take to have you in my magazine?”
Miguel made a quick turn, staring at the man in front of him. He watched as Rakesh walked closer to him, staring into his eyes.
“I am ready to do what it takes to have you in my magazine.”
“Are you that desperate?” Miguel crossed his arms. “But I’ll give you a chance and depending on how good you’ll impress me, you’ll benefit greatly from it. Tomorrow afternoon, I will have a photoshoot at your company.”
“Yes!” Rakesh acted like he had won a lottery. “I promise…”
“I didn’t finish!” He raised his finger, wearing a stern face. “I will have a photoshoot but I want you to be the cameramen. Only the two of us will be present at the scene.”
“What?” Rakesh’s eyes widened. “But…”
“Before you started your company, you were a professional photographer.” Miguel pointed, a smirk appeared on his face. “I love to test all the abilities of the people I work with. I told you I have been doing my homework. You’re not the only one that knows how to search.”
Rakesh had a frown on his face. “Like you said, I used to be but not anymore. We have a lot of…”
“In case you have forgotten, let me remind you…” He paused and slightly bent his head. “… I don’t appear before the media, people or anyone else. Depending on how you impress me, I am still anonymous and I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. So, unless you’re the one taking the pictures, we have no deal.”
He started going but….
“Alright, I will take the pictures myself.” He extended his hand to shake Miguel’s. “We have a deal, right?”
Miguel stared at the hand. “We shouldn’t shake hands just yet. Perhaps that time will come when our relationship has grown. But for now, I suggest you figure out how you’re gonna impress me with that photoshoot. Always keep in mind that Miguel Marasigan is not an easy guy to impress. You’re gonna have to work harder.”
With a smile, Miguel left.
‘Don’t be so confident in yourself, Mr. Marasigan.’ Rakesh thought, rubbing on his beards. ‘I have never been able to fail a task before and this too shall not be different.’
He chuckled softly and left.
***
Magnus was seated in his comfy chair, his legs on the table with his eyes on the tablet that he was holding. He was dressed smartly in a blue and black striped designer’s suit, red shirt and brown shoes. He was in his office, looking as serious as ever and everyone knew better than to disturb him due to his bad mood. God knows how many people he had fired since he had entered the office.
‘Who are you?’ He whispered, his gaze glued on the boy in black. ‘What do you really want from my son? What’s your mission?’
“Sir!”
“Come in, James!” He ordered, throwing the tablet on the table while he rose with a hand in his pocket. “I believe you’ve got some good news for me? I am dying to get my hands on this boy and show him his place.”
James sighed, shaking his head. The tall giant man had nothing for him.
“My men and I have searched but it’s a dead end. We couldn’t find any more information about this except that he was at the party. He came alone and no one really saw his face.”
“What about surveillance at the hotel?”
James shook his head. “I am so sorry, Magnus, but he wasn’t caught on camera. The whole incident wasn’t found on camera.”
Anger boiled deep in Magnus’ system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and he knew it was too much for him to handle.
“What the fuck?” He said, ramming his fist into the glass table. It broke to shards but he didn’t get hurt.
“Magnus!”
“No!” He roared, raising his shaky finger at James. “I want this boy found as soon as possible. I don’t care what it takes but find him and make sure that he is taught a very big lesson.”
“Calm down, I’ll do everything I can.” James assured, trying to make Magnus to breathe normally. “If we do this fast, we’ll mess everything up. I am sure that we’ll find out who this boy is. If he really is after something then he will appear once again and then we’ll find out who he is. Don’t get yourself overworked for this boy.”
“You don’t understand how I am feeling.” Magnus gripped James by the collar.
“Don’t get yourself overworked. You’re Magnus Montgomery and that name puts travesti istanbul the fear of the Lord in the hearts of many.” James said with an evil grin. “You need to calm yourself down. My men are still looking for this boy. It won’t be too long before we find him and we’ll bring him to you. I promise.”
Magnus was running out of patience. He needed to see this boy beg for his life, to see him bowing at his feet and bleeding. He needed to get his hands on him. All this waiting was getting to him and he couldn’t do it anymore. But…
“Alright!” He raised his hands, taking a deep breath. “I will remain calm. But I want this boy found and I don’t care what you do. Just find him and bring him to me, dead or alive.”
“Yes!” James nodded.
Magnus angrily sat on his chair with his fists clenched. ‘And you better hope I don’t find you, otherwise I’ll rip you to shreds.’
There was so much evil in his heart, so much anger. He was swallowed by darkness and hatred, feeling it was flowing through his veins. Only bloodshed was gonna calm him down.
***
Alex was staring at his phone, looking at Miguel’s number like his life depended on it. His whatsapp line didn’t have his actual picture but just some flowers. He had a big smile on his face, hoping he’d reply and tell him exactly where they were supposed to meet.
“Hey!” Someone patted on his back, getting him out of his reverie. “What’s keeping you so glued on your phone? Which hot girl sent you her nudes?”
Alex chuckled nervously, closing the phone. He raised his head and found his best friend staring at him with a curious look on his face.
“Come on, man, your friend is not the same anymore. I am in love with the hottest person on this planet?” He said with such fire in his voice.
“So I didn’t see you after that incident and you’re telling me you met someone?” Josh crossed his arms. “Where did you meet this person? I am sure you just wanna fuck her as usual.”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Alex sighed, shaking his head. “But my actions will speak for me.”
“Yeah, whatever man.” Josh laughed. “Come on, we’re late for a lecture.”
Alex nodded as he picked up his bag but when he rose, he suddenly froze when he looked a distance from him where he saw something that totally took his breath away. There Miguel stood, staring at him with a stern look on his face. Almost instantly, his body lit up like decorations on new year, his arousal tangling with his need. They both stared at each other, catching each other’s gaze.
But just like a flash, Alex couldn’t see him anymore. A smile decorated his face as he took a deep breath, combing his hair with his finger.
“You’re going insane with love, Alex. You keep seeing Miguel almost everywhere. You need to concentrate.”
He rushed to the lecture rooms. But as soon as he left, Miguel came from behind a car and stared at him with a stern look on his face.
Meanwhile, Alex was in his lecture room near the window when suddenly he took a glance outside the window. He froze again when he saw Miguel staring back at him with his arms crossed. Shit! A cold shiver went down his spine and he groaned softly, smiling like there was no tomorrow. Miguel looked so beautiful, those lips that made him think of strawberries and that absolutely smooth skin that made his heart jump. Alex was getting turned and he looked away for a second to compose himself. But when he looked outside the window again, he couldn’t see Miguel.
‘I must be going insane!’ He thought. ‘I need to get some water.’
He picked up his bag and quickly left.
Outside, Miguel was watching as the students came out of their lecture rooms but there was no sign of Alex anywhere. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he slowly turned to find the boy smiling at him like there was no tomorrow.
“I am right, sir!” Alex chuckled, his laugh was like that of a child. So adorable. “I thought I was going crazy but were you following me?”
“Errr….”
Alex laughed. “It’s okay. You just proved to me that while I was thinking of you, you also couldn’t stop thinking of me.”
Miguel smiled sheepishly, fixing his gaze on the ground. He looked so beautiful and that shy look made Alex’s heart to jump.
“Come on, I wouldn’t want to keep you under the sun.” Alex said with a raised eyebrow. “Your skin is too delicate.”
“A-Alex, I-I don’t even know why I am here.” He stuttered, sounding like a scared child. “I shouldn’t have come, I just…”
“Why are you apologizing?” Alex said, taking ahold of his hand. “You don’t know what your coming here has done for me. Seeing you has made this the best day of my life.”
“B-but…”
“Being in love and following the one you love is not wrong.” Alex said. “What’s wrong is having feelings for someone and denying them. The fact that you followed me here actually tells me that you feel the same way as I do.”
Miguel smiled again sheepishly, sweeping Alex off his feet.
“Come on, let’s go. I know a place where we can go and just talk.”
Miguel nodded and Alex led him to the car, opened the door for him and then the both of them drove off. It didn’t take long before they found themselves at a fancy coffee shop. Alex opened the door for Miguel and the both of them went inside.
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