Elizalde's POV . After thanking the cab driver, I closed the car door and took a deep breath, watching as the vehicle drove away. The surroundings were bright, thanks to the solar post that provided ample lighting on all footpaths in the front yard. As I stepped towards the house, my heart began to pound with anticipation, wondering if Lizzie was still awake. Upon entering the house, I couldn't help but feel a sudden loneliness in the air, which made me feel guilty. I realized I had contributed to this mess by not being considerate enough to message her beforehand. I should have known better. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on along with the hallway. I washed my hands before examining the cooking pans that were out to dry. I couldn't help but furrow my brows in confusion. Did my wife cook something and wash them by hand instead of using the dishwasher? As I opened the fridge, I noticed the food container and realized that this had happened twice tonight -
Lizzie's POV . Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him. At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a do sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap! I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first. As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his presence. Shit. I swore in the back of my mind, and my lips parted when I saw the bundle of a thick bouquet of roses he was holding. He looks dashing, like a perfect prince, so masculine and mou
Elizalde’s POV . How the hell will I explain to her everything? Damn it. “I don’t know what’s happening, Elizalde. Did Emily stay at the penthouse? You know that Lizzie visits there now, right? She even left some food for you the other day.” I stopped pacing and met Don’s gaze with a sense of frustration. I’m at my wit’s end and don’t know what to do. Despite my repeated attempts to contact Lizzie, she never answered my calls. And now, her phone is not even ringing. I know she’s not home because I’m here with Don, and we are at home. “It’s my fault, and I know that. I only found out that she was visiting the penthouse the other day, and that was the time when Emily dropped me off because I could no longer drive. . . I got drunk, but nothing happened, Don. I swear. I left Emily there, and I got home. The next morning I woke up early and went to the penthouse before coming to work. Emily was no longer there when I got there, Don. So I grabbed the food containers inside the fridge,
Lizzie’s POV . I’m pregnant, and I can’t believe it! No wonder I’ve been feeling off for these past few days. I quickly get angry with Elizalde. I hate him at times, but I miss him a lot. I crave something sweet and get tired quickly. I felt excited when Dr Martina told me about the result this morning, but simultaneously scared. “When are you going to tell him about this?” Emma spoke behind me. I twisted my lips while eating my chocolate buns and looking at Elizalde in the distance. He’s been following us the whole day like a dog. I don’t want to look at him. My blood rose every time our eyes met. He gets on my nerves easily whenever I think of the bitch Emily. “Let him suffer. He deserves it,” I answered and looked away. “Aren’t you going home tonight to your house? You are not comfortable in my bed, Lizzie. So I will sleep on the floor tonight with my extra mattress on. That will help your sickness. You don’t like my perfumes too.” One of her eyebrows rose. I started vomitin
Elizalde's POV . "Thanks, Don. I will see you tomorrow. I will get back inside before she notices I'm not around. I don't want her to think of anything else tonight. I've been persuading her since yesterday, and she just got home tonight." "That's good news, Elizalde. Glad to hear that Lizzie is back. Take care of her, man." "No worries. See you tomorrow, Don." I ended the call and looked back at the door behind me. I will check how's Lizzie doing. I have prepared a lot for her inside. I made sure that the maids prepared all the things that she liked. I even ordered and arranged flowers for her. I have finally resolved my problems with Emily and take full responsibility for my actions. The current concern is trust, and I hope Lizze will allow me to explain myself. I understand that I made mistakes and must demonstrate my sincerity and remorse. However, I should have been more aware of my behaviour. Upon entering the house, Nancy, one of the housekeepers, greeted me with a smile
Lizzie’s POV . “Stop crying, Lizzie! You know that it’s not good for you!” Emma’s voice rose behind me, and I stopped. I feel frustrated with the current situation. Yet, despite the setbacks, I am persevering. I had trusted Elizalde’s sincerity and hoped for change, but it seems like my vision is the only one that aligns with my goals. “Lizzie, listen to me.” Emma sat down beside me and looked at me seriously. I wiped my tears and pressed my lips together. Our eyes locked, and how she looked at me told me something different. “Can you be honest with me? I want to know something.” I nodded weakly. I have no energy left, and my heart is hurting again. I only have one person that I can rely on in everything when it comes to this. It is only her... Emma. “Was Elizalde the father of. . .” she paused. She couldn’t finish her words. “Y-Yes,” I answered and face down. “Shit.” She swore in silence, enough for me to hear it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She sighed. “Did Elizalde knows a
Elizalde’s POV . “Lizzie, please. . . don’t do this to me.” My voice broke as I followed her all the way. She just got out of her father’s office. She didn’t show up at my company today. I thought she would be with the board when I had the meeting this morning. But no. She wasn’t. I immediately came here upon receiving a call from her father. Unfortunately, I have been unable to reach her as she seems to be avoiding me and not responding to my communication attempts. It’s a difficult situation, and I’m unsure what my next steps should be. I recently discovered that she no longer stays at Emma’s place and has returned home to her father’s. I understand this situation is not easy for her, as she now lives close to her stepmother and stepsister. “Lizzie.” I held the car door as she was about to shut it. Our eyes locked, and my heart bled as my eyes were asking for her to give me a little time to explain everything to her. “Not now, Elizalde. I do not want to talk and listen to you.”
Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for listening, Lizzie. I’m glad that you liked the proposal. I promise to make this a big hit for the company. We have done a few test runs, and the public likes it. We don’t need to hire a famous actress or model because we already have one.” Kristoff gave me a cheeky smile. He wants me to guess who will be the model of this. My eyebrow raised while we stared. Then, I glanced at the rest of the team. They all looked at me, smiling. “No way. . .” “Yes, it is. We want you to model for the brand, Lizzie. You are one of the most influential women in the country,” Kristoff added. “Huh, are you kidding me? Why me? We can hire the best one. I-I mean, hello? It’s not like we can’t afford to pay one.” I shrugged my shoulder, and Ms Evelyn, the creative director, stood up for her quick presentation. I was surprised to discover that my employees had chosen me to be the model for our company’s slide presentation. The presentation was well-received and focused on
Lizzie . As time passes, everything falls into place for us. Spending time with Elizalde and our loved ones has been an absolute joy. It's a fact that things are constantly evolving and changing, but these changes work out in our favour. It's partially true that your life will turn into what you want in a good way. You must let go of the people who bring negativity to your life. You don't want them to ruin you. My father has settled his way back to where he wanted. He doesn't wants me to get worried about him. He wants to go around the globe and enjoy his retirement. I heard from Don that he is now in a property somewhere closer to home. I'm okay with it as long as he is happy. Elizalde and I settled really well here in Shepperton. Although the weather is cold in Winter, we tend to escape the frosty season and stay somewhere on the Gold Coast. We bought a small property not so close to the beach but within walking distance. Elizalde's mother was doing well after her chemotherapy.
Lizzie . I couldn't believe it. We are in Italy! "Come on, Lizzie. Don't give me that look, love." Elizalde chuckled and grabbed my hand. It's not that I don't like this. But I am thankful for the little changes. It was right at the immigration board that I realised that we were not boarding to Australia. We are going to Italy, spend a few weeks there and then move to Australia. I didn't sleep well all the way here as I couldn't believe it. The food was good inside the aircraft, but I crave the foods I miss. "Can we stop at the La El Merita?" I can't hide my excitement. It's a local restaurant closer to where Elizalde's place. I love every dish on their menus. "Sure, love. Let's get home first, and Rhys will grab and order it for us." "Okay." I nodded and waited patiently. Travelling from the city primary down to Sorrento shorts was pretty decent. But when we started walking up to Elizalde's house on an inclined surface, I felt the weight was on me. "This is not good for pr
Lizzie's POV . My brows furrowed, and my lips twisted in dismay after hearing Snow's interview. She was obviously jealous, but at least she didn't criticise us in front of the reporters. It was a forced smile like she was holding a grudge against me. The backlash of comments online about why we didn't invite Snow and her mother was harsh. But others understand the situation as it was a surprise. A lot of people noticed, too, that my father wasn't around with my Stepmother. It made me realise that their divorce wasn't publicly announced, and now the public is digging again like scavengers in our life. "Oh, God! When are they going to leave you in peace!" Emma flicked her hair behind her shoulder and shook a head. She made some cheesecake for me, which I love to eat at the moment. Now that Emma is here, the house smells good because of her baking expertise. Tomorrow night is our flight, and Elizalde is at his mother's place, fixing some stuff as his mother asked him to do somethi
Lizzie's POV . "Please look after my little furry baby for me, Emma." I squeezed my cat's face and kissed him. My life has turned into a full degree without my cat's knowledge. And bet unknown to my aging and aloof feline companion. I can almost hear him muttering whenever he casts a disdainful gaze. 'What the heck, Lizzie! Get over and get them, gurl!' The threatening look that could kill a bird but can't catch them. "You don't have to remind me that. Your cat will only come to me for a treat." She pouted, looking at the furry being beside her. Emma will be staying at our residence for the time being. This is what Elizalde and I had decided. No one will be looking after our place as we are going overseas. Don temporarily occupies Elizalde's penthouse, and Emma will stay in our house. It's good, anyway. This will save Emma money from renting. "Just keep everything tidy, and water all the plants around the garden." I pressed my lips together. "Okay. No problem. The gardener can
Elizalde's POV . "Please watch over your mother and little sibling inside Mommy's tummy, baby. I love you to the moon and back, sweetheart." A guttering pain pierced inside my chest is buried deep inside me. And no matter how hard I try to calm my senses, there's no way I can get it out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to control the tears not to fall. Lizzie smiled slightly like an angel, and her eyes were shut while offering a small prayer. It hurts like hell. A type of feeling that covered the whole of me. I felt guilty, broken and useless at times like this. There's no point in talking to the Gods because I can never return what I have lost. "I wonder if we are having a boy or a girl?" Lizzie's eyes beamed with excitement. She's now facing me, and her lips pouted. "It doesn't matter what it is, love. A girl or a boy. I want it to resemble you." I tucked her hair back to her ear, and she giggled slightly. "Oh? But I want it to look like you. If it's a girl, then she will
Lizzie's POV . "This is not you, Lizzie, my dearie. I'm sorry if Snow and I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but I love you as my daughter. What happened to your father and me was hard to explain. I-I love him, and I want to be with him. But -" "But Dad had enough of you," I cut her off. "I'm sorry, but I can no longer help you. You have to talk to Elizalde and not to me. I don't have the right for this. And if I do, I will not help you either. Just be thankful that Elizalde didn't put you behind bars. That would be more embarrassing to your friends." I avoided eye contact and walked away. She called my name repeatedly, but I had nothing to say to her anymore. Emma was smiling while waiting for me outside the car. Next to her is Elizalde's driver, Mr Kim, our chaperon for today. "Thank goodness you came back okay. I was about to get inside, you know." She sat down beside me as soon as I got inside the car. The car started. "D
Elizalde's POV . Meet me outside the garden, in front of the fountain. I have something to tell you. Wear your best smile, okay? Please don't ruin my mood, or you will get something else. Lizzie. . I slightly shook my head and chuckled a little bit. I folded the little paper she gave me earlier. I knew that it was a letter. But then, what really made me smile was the drawing that came with the message. It's a drawing of two hearts engraved on the sandy beach. There's a saying in the background that says: Love will keep us alive through eternity. The penmanship surrounding it was way back when she was only secondary, and I was at college. I was crazy with her at that time, in love and stupid. She was my world, and I couldn't live a single day without her. And even now, Lizzie is still my everything. I hurriedly walked towards the garden. That's where she wants to see me. She's probably waiting there for me. I was right. She's standing on her back while adoring the fountain's li
Elizalde's POV . I was taken aback when Emma messaged me, and for a brief moment, I felt as though my soul had left my body. Despite this, I immediately stepped down from the board of directors meeting. The safety and well-being of Lizzie are of the utmost importance to me, and I cannot forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. I was extremely concerned and anxious. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow, Zalde." Don sighed in the line, and I gritted my teeth. "Thanks for that, man. See you soon. Bye." After concluding the call, I resumed driving. Lizzie remained silent by my side throughout the journey. I stole a glance at her and noticed her stillness. Her gaze was fixated on the road, mirroring my own. I will discuss this matter once we reach home. I held the car door open for her and silently led her to the kitchen. Once there, she started up the coffee machine with the intention of making a cup for me. I rested my body against the counter and held my arms together unde
Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for coming, Lizzie. I didn’t expect you would show up.” Kristoff formally stood up and offered the chair to me. I sat down and smiled a little bit at him. “I’ve ordered your favourite drink.” As I gazed upon it, I realised it was no longer my preferred choice of drink. I motioned towards one of the staff members stationed nearby, and she promptly acknowledged my signal. “Can I have a fresh orange juice, please? Thank you.” The staff nodded and trailed off. Kristoff cleared his throat while looking at the drink he had ordered for me. “Sorry, Kristoff, I can no longer consume strong coffee blends. I am only permitted to have decaf, and I already had one cup this morning. I cannot handle another one.” He sighed and nodded a little. “That’s alright. I’m sorry. I forgot that you are pregnant. My bad,” he smiled, trying to act cool about it. But the truth? I know Kristoff is confused and guilty about what happened to us. He made several attempts to contact