All Chapters of Star-Crossed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

In order to win, one has to be thoroughly prepared. Leaving no chance for her opponent to fight back, and worse, ultimately crushing her enemy’s will until that said opponent succumbs to defeat. Well, the last statement is an overstatement, but that’s how Meira does things.After their dreadful conversation in the morning, Meira locked herself in the study to continue her left-over work last night. And after long hours, she’s staring at the monitor while concocting a plan that will earn her sister’s ire. If Annika learned what she’s doing r

Kieran never planned to intervene. However, before he realizes what he’s doing, he is already crossing the room towards the small scuffle that is about to turn violent. He immediately recognizes the bastard who’s about to bash a defenseless woman in the head. This isn’t the first time that Anthony Zamora has done something like this. Wisdom really doesn’t come with age. Despite being a married man, Mr. Zamora is spending his sweet time in a bar with an escort woman in his lap. And as if he and his acquaintance are not satisfied with the women they paid to provide the services for the night, he makes advances to another drunken woman.

Meira is nervous—no, scratch that she is now a nervous wreck. She’s been standing in front of the office for almost ten minutes, but she couldn’t force herself to take a step inside. This is the first time Meira has felt cold fear and tension slithering inside her system that makes her body grew numb. What she’s feeling right now couldn’t even compare to what she felt when she first attended her job interview. A few years ago, Meira just remembered feeling intimidated because of the towering building built with twenty-four floors and the employees coming in and out of the office wearing expensive-looking suits and dresses. At that time, Meira couldn’t see much of the expressions on their faces because they were hurrying along, determined to do thei

Meira is stricken with anxiety and dread; that’s why she couldn’t do anything but stare at President Delos with her mouth hanging open enough for an insect to fly straight inside. She couldn’t find her voice, and it felt like a large lump got stuck in her throat. Meira couldn’t even voice out her protest when he suddenly uses his handkerchief to wipe off the spilled soup on her hands. He was concentrating so hard while his eyebrows scrunch together that she just couldn’t stop him from doing it. When President Delos is finally done, he pushes her back on her seat while he went directly to the counter to buy something.