She's a woman with a great grace, beauty, and wealth. She hold a big power, as her company stood might in the market. She knows how big she is, that's why she has a nasty and rough atittude, that everyone can't handle.
The only princess of the Ferrer Group of Companies. The heiress.
She is known for being a brat yet she possess a peculiar intelligence.
She is his father's princess, and his beloved daugther.
She is Louisse Anastasia Ferrer, the one and only daughter of Mr. Mattheus Ferres, one of the most influencial businessman in the Philippines.
On the other side of the coin, here comes the rising, and well-known hot, handsome, and wise bachelor in business industry.
Introducing, Mr. Andrues Psalm Pascual.
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20 years ago...
There were a huge party held at a big residential house. There were men with their formal suites, wearing luxurious watches, and bringing a cost furtune cars. It was parked outside the big house.
There were many visitors arriving, and just by their dresses and coats, you'll know that it is not just a party. There were also faces of some actors, politicians, and famous businessmen, hoteliers, and engineers.
Women were holding their kids on the other hand, and at the other one were presents.
The big residential house was too loud with the sound of men talking and laughing, the cheerful kids giggles and the mother's calling their child.
It was a birthday party held by Mr. Ferrer for her sweet little princess.
Mr. Ferrer called out everyone to gather into the big and large hall of their home, standing next to him was a little kid, staring at her almost and adult height cake.
"We are here today for my princess' birthday. The one and only heir of the Ferrer Group of Companies. Let us all sing her a happy birthday song!" The man named Mr. Ferrer said as he was looking at the people infront of her, smiling.
"Happy birthday to you..." Everyone sang. The little kid clapped as her cake's candle was being lightened. She was smiling from ear to ear as she looked at everyone. At, that moment you can completely see how happy the little kid was. "Happy birthday to you, pretty Anastasia," Everyone ended the song with that line. Yes, indeed, the girl possess a great beauty.
From her straight, long and blonde hair. Her green eyes, narrowed nose, and well- chiseled pink thin lips. Her beauty is enchanting, the everyone that was in the party knew that that pretty kid will be heading into a georgeous lady.
She is Louisse Anastasia Ferrer.
"Oh, blow your candle now, princess." His father said, as she carried her daughter at his arms.
"Dear, God. I have everything now. Just, please keep my Mommy by your side. I'll be a good girl in here, just please grant my wish... and, hmm. Please tell my Mom that I love her, so very much." The little kid uttered, as her eyes were close, ready to blow the candle. His dad shred a tear, remembering his deceased wife.
The kid blew her candle, everyone clapped and formed a line to give their presents to her. She was too pleased and enthusiastic as she was recieving gifts for her.
"Thank you so much, everyone. You don't know how happy I am. That, despite the physical absence of my mom, all that are close to me and to my dad, came. Filling the hole by your presence. Thank you so much." Everyone looked surprised when Anastasia started began her birthday speech. Unlike, the child at her age, she is highly intellect kid. So, she talked like adults and formal.
"Your child will surely be your company's ace, Mattheus," A man wearing a suit said to the another guy, as he patted his shoulder. The other guy chuckled and looked at them proudly.
"She'll surely, indeed." Her father responded as they all let out a heartful laugh.
The party began and everyone was busy catching up. The kids were playing, and roaming around while the women were on their circle, drinking champagne.
"I badly adore that kid. In the near future, I want her to be my daughter -in-law." A woman uttered as she was looking at Anastasia, who was then running around, playing with other kids, including the woman's son.
"Look. They'll surely end up being a good couple. I can tell it," Another woman added as she was also looking at the both kids, patting each other's head.
On the other side, while everyone was busy, there was a man who were putting some powder on the drinks secretely.
The man's hand were shaking, and he was surely tensed and nervous. His hands were shaking, and the drinks that he was holding were almost spilling due to his trembling hands. As, he looked at his target, all he could feel was guilt and fear for his life.
He was left with no choice but to kill his deared friend. He stopped midways, and enhaled a large amount of air, as he put the mask on his face. He put his act on.
He walked towards the circle of men, that was then laughing. He plastered a big smile and walked toward his dearest friend, Mattheus to gave him a drink which as then he put some strange powder.
"What's the tea? Did I missed something?" The man enthusiastically said as he stood beside at his friend. The man turned to his direction and patted his shoulder.
"Man, we were starting ages ago. You're late," his friend, the father of the birthday celebrant asked. The man guiltily diverted his gaze away from his friend and laughed fakely.
"Don't worry man, I'll have a gift for the princess, and got you a drink, so that you won't nag too much at me for arriving late." The man replied as he handed him a glass of liquor.
"Blah, you such a sly." His friend remarked and was about to drink the liqour that he gave when one of the guy's bodyguard whispered at his ear.
After that, the bodyguard glanced at him and left. That was when he felt his heart throbbing in fear. His friend look at the glass, shock and in horror as his gaze were slowly averted at his friend who hand her the glass.
"Dad, I'll just get some food. I'll eat outside." Her daughter said and ran towards the buffet that was served. She picked up a lot of foods in her plata, and ran again outside.
"We need to talk," Mr. Matthues uttered in a cold tone as he walked away from the group. Despite, the nervousness he was feeling, he followed his friend.
Both of them went upstairs, and stood at the terrace. Mr. Matthues put the glass on the table and aggresively held his friend's collar in his fisted knuckles. He was gritting his teeth as he was looking at his used to be friend with a sharp eye.
"How could you," Mr. Matthues angrily said. There were tears forming at the side of his eye, as he was in rage.
"W-What are you talking about, Matthues? What's this?" The guy said, trying to put his act all together.
"I trusted you, Luke. How could you betray me!" Matthues voice were purely in rage as he was trying not to shriek louder.
"W-what are you trying to say, Matthues?" The guy nervously asked, despite his knowledge of what was happening.
"You'll surely regret what you have done, Luke Pascual. I'll make you regret. You traitor!" The man said and walked away, leaving him behind.
And, at that moment, Luke fell on the trap.
The Pascual Refiniry and fishing vessels came to it's downfall.
