@mrsschuet:   The Charity Gala   Three days later, the Grand Imperial Hotel glowed under thousands of warm golden lights.  Luxury vehicles lined the entrance, carrying business magnates, international investors, public figures, and celebrities—all gathered for Bangkok’s most prestigious annual charity gala, where representatives from both Schuett Global Holdings and Holland International had been honored guests.  Inside the grand ballroom, crystal chandeliers cast soft light across polished marble floors.  An orchestra played gentle melodies as guests mingled, and waiters circulated with flutes of champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres.  Then the announcer’s voice rang out: “Please welcome… President Lena Schuett of Schuett Global Holdings.”  Every head turned toward the doors.  Lena stepped forward in a flowing black evening gown embroidered with subtle silver thread, her hair styled neatly, wearing only a pair of delicate earrings.  Elegant, poised, and effortlessly striking—the room seemed to hold its breath for a moment.  “That’s President Schuett?” “She’s even more breathtaking in person.” “I hear she’s one of the youngest leading executives in the region.”  Kit walked over with a warm smile. “You look absolutely magnificent.”  “Thank you,” Lena replied politely. “You look very distinguished yourself.”  Minutes later, the announcement came again: “And now… Director Miu Natsha.”  The doors opened once more. Miu entered in a sleek tailored midnight-blue jumpsuit with a flattering neckline, paired with a sheer emerald silk sash draped over one shoulder and fastened with a small silver brooch. Her hair, usually tied back loosely or left messy, fell in soft waves past her shoulders; she wore delicate drop earrings and heels that added just enough height without taking away from her easy stance.  Gone were her usual casual blazers and playful grins—tonight, she stood tall, composed, confident, and undeniably stunning.  Bam stared wide‑eyed. “Wow.”  Tan blinked twice. “Is that really her? Where’s the messy hair and oversized coats we know?”  Kate laughed softly. “I had no idea Director Miu could look this… breathtaking.”  Miu walked over with that familiar lopsided grin. “What? Did I get something on my face?”  “No,” Bam shook her head. “You clean up incredibly well.”  “I always do,” Miu said with a wink. “You just never pay close enough attention.”  Lena’s gaze lingered on her—for a heartbeat, she forgot what she’d meant to say.  Miu caught it instantly. “What? Am I that beautiful?”  Lena looked away quickly. “Your sash is crooked.”  Miu reached up immediately to adjust it. “Is it really?”  Lena sighed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “No. I was teasing you.”  Miu froze for a second… then laughed loud and bright. “ President Schuett—did you just make a joke at my expense?”  Bam gasped dramatically. “Mark this date down! History has officially been made!”  Lena folded her hands, though her smile wouldn’t fade. “I was simply returning the favor.”  Miu pressed a hand over her chest, beaming. “I am so proud of you.”  The host stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s Charity Gala. Before we begin dinner, we invite everyone to enjoy our traditional opening dance.”  Applause rippled through the hall as the orchestra shifted into a slow, graceful waltz. Couples began drifting toward the dance floor.  Kit turned to Lena and offered his hand gently. “May I have this dance?” Before Lena could reply, Miu quietly stepped back. She smiled without a trace of rivalry. “Go ahead. He asked first.”  Everyone looked at her in surprise—even Lena.  Miu shrugged lightly. “I told you already. I want you to choose me. I’m not going to rush you or force your hand.”  Kit nodded respectfully. “And I will understand completely if you’d rather not.”  Lena stood between them, her heart beating faster than she’d expected. continuation ➡️ Comment Section ⤵️   #lenamiu #miunatsha #lenalalina #gxg

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

3️⃣ . Lena stared at her for a long moment. “And if I never had?” .  Miu’s smile softened. “Then I’d keep practicing anyway.” .  They turned slowly beneath the glow of crystal lights. .  For the first time, Lena became aware of all the eyes fixed on them—and her shoulders tensed instinctively. .  Miu squeezed her hand gently. “Hey. Look at me.” .  Lena met her gaze. .  “Let everyone watch,” Miu said softly. “Right now, they don’t matter. Only you do.” .  Lena held her gaze—and this time, she didn’t look away. .  Halfway through the melody, Miu’s heel caught on the edge of her jumpsuit’s wide leg. . She stumbled forward with a yelp, and Lena caught her by the shoulders before she could lose her balance. .  For a heartbeat, they stood frozen, only inches apart. .  Miu laughed sheepishly. “Well… I ruined the moment.” .  “Not at all.” Lena’s lips curved into a familiar, teasing smile. “You’ve always been clumsy.” .  “I was trying so hard to impress you!” .  “Failed miserably.” .  “True.” Miu’s eyes sparkled. “But look—you caught me.” .  Lena rolled her eyes, but her tone was warm. “There’s the annoying Miu I know.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. “…I missed her.” .  Miu’s smile faltered for a second. “You… missed me?” .  Lena looked away quickly. “I meant—the office. The office felt too quiet without your noise.” .  Miu beamed. “Sure you did. I’ll pretend I believe every word.” .  “Keep pushing your luck,” Lena warned lightly, nudging her shoulder. .  The music faded to its final note. .  Applause rippled through the hall as other couples bowed and parted—but Miu and Lena stayed exactly where they were, neither willing to let go just yet. At last, Lena gently withdrew her hand. .  “Thank you,” she said quietly. .  “Thank you,” Miu replied earnestly. “Tonight… you gave me something I only dared to dream about.” .  Before Lena could answer, the host’s voice boomed from the stage. .  “Ladies and gentlemen—one final announcement before we take our seats for dinner! We have a special surprise charity auction lined up for you now!”

liza andy :

Can we have someone who like Miu too. Let Lena jealous too.

BINIbee :

pls pagbigyan mo na kami..pwd na ba mag selos c lena or miu na nmn kawawa🥹

ᵖˡˢ 🐣 :

i trully hope this time someone into miu, but makes her aint aware of it at all till the end n till lena eventually claims miu herself, i cant bear seeing miu hurting more hiks

ᵖˡˢ เทอร์รี่🌵 :

This time si miu naman pag aagawan Thor HAHAHA

Rowena :

Masasaktan na naman Miu namin eh 🥺

ᵖˡˢTintin :

Pag nasaktan Si Miu dito gawa ka nalang plostwist gawin mo nalang thor na give up na si Miu kay lena tas makahanap sya ng mag mamahal sa kanya tas marealize ni Lena gusto na niya si Miu kaso too late na kasi may iba na si Miu .. 😆 charot lang

h :

kailan Ang nextt

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

4️⃣ .  Applause broke out again. “Our very first lot,” the host continued, “is an exclusive private weekend retreat, generously donated by Holland International!” .  Kit walked onto the stage and took the microphone. .  “Thank you all—we hope this helps raise much‑needed funds for our causes.” As he glanced out over the crowd, his eyes met Miu’s for a moment. . He smiled—open, genuine, entirely free of rivalry. Miu nodded back respectfully. .  Whatever race they had run… it had ended here. .  No winner, no loser—only two people who loved Lena enough to let her heart lead the way. .  Lena had taken her first step forward. But the night was far from over. .  Unnoticed in the shadows near a pillar, a woman swirled golden champagne in her glass, her lips curving into a cold, knowing smile. . She watched Miu and Lena, her gaze sharp and calculating. .  “So… that’s Lena Schuett,” she murmured to herself. “And the one who’s been chasing her all this time.” . Her eyes lingered on Miu. . “Very interesting indeed.” .  Applause faded as the charity auction officially began. . Paddles rose one after another—luxury retreats, rare art, vintage jewelry—all sold to fund children’s education across the region. .  Lena sat beside Miu; for the first time ever at a formal event, their seats were side by side. . Neither spoke of the dance, yet every so often their eyes would meet across the table. .  Usually it was Lena who looked away first, cheeks faintly pink. .  Miu leaned closer, voice low. “So… you chose me.” .  Lena kept her gaze toward the stage. “For one dance.” .  “One dance I’ll remember for the next fifty years.” .  Lena sighed, though a tiny smile tugged at her lips. “You really are impossible.” .  “I’ve heard that before.” .  Across the room, Kit watched them with quiet amusement. . His mother Amelia nudged his arm gently. “I told you so.” .  Kit laughed softly. “You did. Looks like I lost before I even knew the race had started.” .  Amelia shook her head. “Not lost. You simply walked back into a life where her heart already had a place waiting—one you never saw being built.” .  Kit looked again at Lena, and knew she was right.

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

5️⃣ . That place had filled up slowly, day by day, long before he’d stepped off the plane. .  Just then the ballroom doors swung open. . Heads turned as a tall woman in a vivid crimson gown walked in, her long black hair falling over one shoulder, moving with effortless, commanding grace. .  “Who is she?” . “Never seen her before.” . “Stunning—must be someone important.” .  She greeted investors and diplomats with easy warmth, until her gaze settled straight on Lena. .  A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. There you are. .  Moments later the host stepped forward. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special late arrival—please welcome Miss Isabella Laurent, CEO of Laurent Capital, visiting us from France!” .  Polite applause rippled through the hall. Isabella inclined her head, then walked directly to Lena’s table and stopped beside her chair. .  “President Schuett.” .  Lena stood politely. “Miss Laurent. It’s an honor.” .  “All mine.” Isabella’s smile was warm and steady. “Schuett Global’s work is widely respected. And so are you.” .  “Thank you,” Lena replied. “We’ve followed Laurent Capital’s investments closely. I hope we may find opportunities to work together.” .  “I look forward to it greatly.” Isabella shifted her gaze to Miu. “And you must be Director Miu Natsha. Your recent restructuring projects are being discussed all over Europe.” .  Miu stood to shake her hand. “That’s me. Thank you.” .  Their grip was brief, firm, professional—but Isabella’s smile lingered just a little too long, and something sharp hid behind it. . Miu’s instincts prickled instantly. .  “President,” Isabella continued smoothly, “I’ll be in Bangkok for three weeks. May we schedule a private discussion soon?” .  “Of course,” Lena nodded. “My team will coordinate with yours.” .  “Wonderful.” Before moving on, Isabella glanced between them, her tone playful yet pointed. .  “Forgive me—did I interrupt something?” .  “Not at all,” Lena said quickly. .  “Good.” With one last knowing look, Isabella glided toward the VIP section. .  The moment she was out of earshot, Bam leaned toward Miu. “Don’t even think about it.” .  “I’m not doing anything!”

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

6️⃣ . “You’ve got that scowl again.” .  “What scowl?” .  “The jealous one.” .  Miu huffed, then slumped back in her chair. “…Fine. Maybe a little.” .  “I don’t trust her,” she told Lena quietly. .  Lena raised an eyebrow. “You’ve spoken to her for thirty seconds.” .  “Thirty seconds is all I need. My gut is never wrong.” .  “Your gut is also dramatic.” .  “It’s kept me going all these years!” .  “From what?” Lena laughed. “From bad coffee?” .  “From your rejection.” .  Lena rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “There you are again.” .  “You said I could tease you now.” .  “…I’m starting to regret it.” .  Miu beamed. “No you don’t.” .  Lena didn’t argue. Truth be told—she wasn’t sure anymore. .  Hours later, the gala drew to a close. . Guests filtered out past lines of waiting cars. Kit paused by Lena and Miu. .  “I’m heading off. Good night to you both.” .  “Drive safely,” Lena said. .  Miu offered her hand. “All the best with the new partnership.” .  Kit shook it firmly, then looked straight at Lena. . “You made exactly the right choice tonight. Don’t ever doubt that.” .  Lena blinked. “Kit—” .  “You don’t need to explain,” he said gently. “I’ve made my peace with it. Truly.” With a final nod, he got into his car and drove away. .  A short distance down the street, another black sedan waited behind tinted glass. . Isabella watched through the window as Miu opened Lena’s door and waited until she was settled before closing it carefully. .  Her assistant leaned forward. “President Schuett is every bit as capable as the reports say.” .  “More than capable,” Isabella murmured. “And Director Miu?” .  Her smile widened, cool and curious. “Fascinating. Completely devoted—and very protective.” .  “They seem quite close,” the assistant noted. .  “Exactly.” Isabella rested her chin on one hand, eyes gleaming.

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

7️⃣ .  “I wonder… what would happen if someone stood right between them?” .  The assistant frowned. “You mean—” .  “I never back away from an interesting challenge.” .  As the car pulled smoothly into traffic and vanished into the night, neither Lena nor Miu had any idea. . A new presence had entered their lives—not merely as a business rival, but as someone who might just decide to fight for more than just market share. . . . To be continued

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

1️⃣ . One represented the precious memories of her childhood; the other had woven herself into every single day of her life for seven long years. .  The music swelled, guests circled onto the floor… and still she hesitated. .  Finally, she turned to Kit with a soft, apologetic smile. .  “I’m truly sorry. I think… I’ll sit this opening one out.” .  Kit blinked, then smiled warmly—no hurt, no disappointment at all. .  “Of course. Perhaps another time.” He bowed politely and walked away to greet other partners. .  Miu stayed quietly by her side. . She said nothing—after all, she’d been turned down just as many times before. .  Lena watched the dancers gliding across the marble, then spoke so softly that only Miu could hear: “…Do you still remember those steps you tried to teach me back in college?” .  Miu blinked. “…Pardon?” .  Lena turned fully toward her, a tiny, genuine smile brightening her face. “I asked—do you remember them?” .  “Every single one,” Miu said slowly, still unsure what was happening. .  Lena took a deep breath… and for the very first time, extended her hand toward Miu. .  “Then… teach me again.” .  Time seemed to stand still. Bam’s champagne glass clattered loudly into an ice bucket. .  Tan’s jaw dropped. . Kate covered her mouth in shock. .  Even Kit, halfway across the hall, turned just in time to catch the moment. .  Miu stared at Lena’s outstretched hand as if it were the most precious thing she’d ever seen. She looked almost breathless. . “You… you’re asking me?” .  Lena nodded once, steady and sure. “You said you wanted me to choose. So… for this dance. I choose you.” .  For several long seconds, Miu simply stared at Lena’s outstretched hand. .  The grand ballroom faded into nothingness—no music, no chatter, no glint of chandeliers. . There was only that hand, and the frantic thud of her own heart. .  “…Lena.” Her voice was barely a breath. .  Lena lifted an eyebrow. “Are you planning to leave me hanging here all night?” .  Miu jolted back to reality.

ᵖˡˢLenaMiu_AU :

2️⃣ .  “Oh! No—definitely not!” She reached out and closed her fingers around Lena’s hand carefully, reverently—like holding something rare and fragile, something she had dreamed of for eight years and feared breaking if she breathed too hard. . Their palms fit together, warm and steady, undeniably real. .  Around them, whispers rippled fast: . “Did you see that? She picked Director Miu.” . “Turned down Kit Holland completely!” . “Thought she’d said no to both of them earlier!” .  Even the orchestra seemed to soften its melody as the two stepped onto the marble floor. .  Across the room, Bam came to stand beside Kit. .  “You’re very quiet. Are you alright?” .  Kit watched them move together, a gentle smile in his eyes. “I am. I’m not even surprised.” .  “Most people would be,” Bam said quietly. .  “I think… this is the choice she’s been making all along, one small step at a time.” Kit’s gaze stayed soft. “She just didn’t know how to name it until tonight.” .  Bam smiled warmly. “You truly are a remarkable man.” .  Kit laughed softly. “I’d far rather see her shine like this than pick me out of old memories or obligations.” .  On the dance floor, Miu moved with obvious tension. Lena noticed immediately. .  “You’re trembling.” .  “I know.” Miu let out a shaky breath. “I’ve closed multi‑billion‑dollar deals without breaking a sweat. But this?” She glanced down at their joined hands. “This feels terrifying.” .  Lena laughed quietly. “I’ve never seen you this nervous.” .  “Only when it matters most,” Miu admitted. “And I ramble when I’m scared. Sorry in advance.” .  “I’ve noticed,” Lena said with a faint smile. .  The waltz wrapped around them. . Miu rested one hand lightly at Lena’s waist, keeping the other laced firmly through hers, leading with careful, deliberate steps—almost hesitant, as if one wrong move might wake her from this dream. .  Lena matched her rhythm easily. “Your footwork has improved.” .  “Of course it has!” Miu looked mock‑offended. “I’ve practiced.” .  “For business events?” .  “For you.” .  Lena blinked, surprised. “All this time… eight years?” .  “Every year,” Miu said simply. “Just in case you finally said yes.”

Lalee Natsha :

I think Lena already loves Miu she just hasn't figured it out yet. Sometimes love doesn't hit you all at once. It grows slowly through the little moments, the constant presence, and the person who quietly becomes part of your everyday life. I think Lena is still trying to understand what she's feeling, and once she finally realizes it, everything she's been doing and feeling will start to make sense. That's what makes this slow-burn journey so worth reading.

Lopez :

😳 Oh, this is getting very interesting now. Next Please!!! I want to know what happens too!!! 🤔😶

angelia1598 :

make lena jealous this time please

Budak M🌹 :

Nany🦋🧸🏳️‍🌈 :

Here we go again🤦🏻‍♀️