Novels by Gloria Salvador

Freya's driver brought the car to a stop in front of Desmond’s mansion. The towering estate stood firm, silhouetted against the deep orange evening sky, staring back at Freya through the car window.She exhaled slowly, glancing at Noah, who sat stiffly beside her, his wide eyes glued to the mansion and his lips pressed into a thin line. The tension between them was palpable.Though she had grown used to Desmond's outbursts, the thought of his reaction to their 24-hour disappearance unsettled her."You ready?" she asked softly, though she already knew the answer.Noah nodded, his movements jerky and uncertain. "Will Daddy Desmond be...mad?" he whispered.Freya forced a reassuring smile. "I don’t know, sweetheart," she admitted, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "But whatever happens, stay close to me, okay?""Okay," Noah murmured, his voice barely audible.She reached over and squeezed his hand, drawing strength from the bond they shared. Then, steeling herself, she opened the

10:30 PM The event had come to an end, and guests were trickling out in large numbers, leaving the venue abuzz with faint remnants of laughter and conversation.Desmond stood near the entrance, scanning the thinning crowd for Freya and Noah. His jaw tightened, a knot of unease forming in his chest as neither of them appeared. He had been searching for the two of them ever since the event drew to a close but to no avail.“Where are they?” he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting across the room. Freya’s sudden disappearance felt deliberate, a silent defiance that only added fuel to the growing fire of his rage.How could she leave her own event like that without supervising its conclusion? And how dare she not tell him where she was going?He moved purposefully through the venue, his commanding presence making the staff glance nervously his way. Each one he passed offered polite nods and smiles, but none dared to stop him as he searched every corner. The restrooms, the bar, the

The event had finally begun to wind down, the last notes of music fading away as the guests began to disperse. Freya felt the weight of the evening pressing on her shoulders, evident in her tired eyes and robotic movements. Smiling and thanking the guests had taken its toll, and she needed a moment to herself. Quietly excusing herself from Noah and a few other guests, she slipped away from the main room, heading toward the restroom at the far end of the hallway.Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, the sounds of the celebration fading behind her. She let out a slow breath, grateful for the brief relief.But just as she turned a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, stunned.Diego was walking toward her, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, his steps unhurried. The soft lighting of the hallway highlighted the familiar features of his face—his sharp jawline, the kind warmth in his eyes, and the faint trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.Freya fr

The main event began and Freya mounted the podium, a wide smile plastered on her face. The soft murmur of the crowd faded as the spotlight centered on her. She stood tall, her posture exuding confidence, yet her expression carried a quiet intensity. She adjusted the microphone, glancing briefly at the audience, where dozens of faces waited expectantly.Diego sat with Noah at the table in the front row which Freya had reserved specially for them. Freya's driver had brought Noah to the event quite late, but just in time for her speech.Noah was very happy to see Diego once again. He was more glad to know he was still in touch with his mom—being at the event proved that.They had a little father-and-son bonding time before Freya mounted the stage. Diego was especially grateful he was given a chance to see Noah again. He couldn't contain his happiness, which was evident in his wide grin.However, Desmond was seated away from the front row—Freya had arranged it that way. She had reserved t

Freya's gaze softened, and her heart fluttered in her chest as happiness warmed her entire being. He made it eventually—Diego honored her invitation. Even if he didn't show up at her event, she wouldn't hold it against him. He had every right to be mad at her. Yet, he showed up and her pleasure showed outwardly in a soft, subtle smile. Diego didn't mirror her smile, his expression still neutral. However, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes that Freya didn't miss. He didn't take his eyes off her, his gaze unwavering as if he were under a spell.Just in time, Desmond’s disdainful voice broke Freya out of her reverie. “Look what we have here. I see Diego decided to grace us with his presence. Bold of him, considering the circumstances.”Freya’s eyes suddenly darted to Desmond, a hateful intensity in their depths. Her expression switched from soft to cold in an instant. Her pulse quickened, but she tried to maintain her composure. “He was invited,” she replied icily. “He’s a valued s

The atmosphere after Imelda's departure was now tense. And Freya seemed to have lost her smile. She sat in a corner, cradling a glass of champagne in her hands but not taking a single sip. The P.A she had recently hired, by the name Kira, approached her, wondering why she was staring blankly into space when she should be getting ready for the night.“Freya!” she called out, a mix of surprise and confusion etched on her face. “What's the matter?”Freya snapped out of her thoughts, her expression turning professional. She looked up at her P.A, forcing a faint smile.“Just wanted to have a drink. Let's go,” Freya said calmly, rising to her feet.Just before she could take a step, she caught a glimpse of someone at the entrance and halted abruptly.Desmond had just arrived.Freya didn't flinch or react, she simply stared Desmond down, her piercing tawny eyes boring into his soul.As Desmond walked in, flanked by his bodyguards, his domineering presence commanded the room and attracted at