"SHE WAS MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND" AS THEIR farm tour continues, their conversation went astray into different topics as well since the Ladignon couple has been very energetic and too nosy about Zandro and Blythe's love story. Their sudden arrival feels like a test they actually prepared for a long time but it is still shocking and stressing them out. After a very long and exhausting walk, they finally settled themselves into the comfort of the soft picnic blanket arranged for the four of them underneath the huge Narra tree. From there is the breathtaking view of the greenery that brings them the aroma of crisp air that soothes their bodies, as well as the lake that was as silver as diamond flame; the melody of its peaceful current is a piece of music to anyone's ear. It feels amazing to connect with these wonderful creations, it's taking all of her stress and heavy emotions away. Blythe gently shut her eyes and a sweet smile crept upon her pretty face. "So, Blythe..." it's Mrs. Ladi
"HIS SCENT IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT" CURRENTLY WALKING back to the mansion, all exhausted and having too much of the day when Zandro suddenly started another show by going her way with his broad back and guiding her to ride on it. Blythe knows it very well, but don't they have done too much for today?"I know you are very much tired," he uttered while pulling her closer to his body. "Common, Mi Amor.""B-but I can still manage it, Zandro... I might burden you.""I rather suffer than you." An encouraging smile flashed on his face. "Now, would you please..."Blythe can actually feel the pain piercing her feet because of walking almost the whole day, but they have to be with their special guests as they stroll nearly the whole farm. To support them, she never let anyone see that she's in pain because they were in a show and she's an actress; she should act better but the pain in her feet just won't cooperate.Zandro gently guided her over his masculine back, and as she embraced his neck s
"LULLABY"HOW MANY times did Blythe admit to herself that Attorney Vizmanos is a God's gift to women? Well, it's been a long time already since she first saw him being featured in one of the famous magazine folds, and then on the day she personally met him in the club where she's working as a waitress, she found herself developing a deeper feeling for the guy. Blythe refused to label it as an attraction because it seemed too deep for her simple admiration, but admiration can also be a shallow word for the way her heart feels... Now, she's confused.A simple fight happened between them that day when Blythe insisted to help him with the wounds he got from her boss— Mr. Vizmanos, who's also Zandro's brother— who just suddenly punched him in the face even though Zandro just saved her and her fellow employee from those pervert customers back then. Blythe presented herself as his fan and also one of his scholars in his foundation, but instead of being friendly to her, Attorney Vizmanos th
"RED-EYED WOLF AND THE MONOGRAM" "YOU ARE no different from your mother and your father, Claudia. You are also weak and worthless!" The cuts made by her abuela's words in her chest have been much deeper than those she got from the trouble she encountered the other night, it has sharp daggers that continuously penetrate inside her. Claudia was left unmoving while her head was hanging low, it was a good thing though because the old woman won't get the chance to see the emotion she was failing to hide in her swollen eyes at the moment. The building up of any emotions on her face would get her into more punishments, she can't be weak! "I can't believe you let that scoundrel take your attention off the Monroes, Claudia! What if you've missed a very important detail in their conversation, huh?" Senora Constanza motioned her well-painted fingers in grace, then the server next to her automatically flicked the golden fan to bring her some cool air. "Que barbaridad! I personally picked you
"THE NECKLACE" BLYTHE'S JOY was endless as she and Zandro headed to the dining room where they were going to have their breakfast with their guests. Zandro didn't allow her to walk by herself because her husband was still worrying that she might be relapsed, so he insisted on carrying her bridal style as they went out of their room. Bythe could feel many eyes watching the two of them, it doesn't feel good but since she was with Zandro they had to bow down and bit the bitterness to themselves."Oh! The love birds are here," Mrs. Ladignon greeted in glee. "Good morning."Zandro gently deposited her in an empty seat, then Blythe smiled sweetly as she greeted the couple back."How do you feel now, Blythe? I heard you've got an aching leg yesterday.""Unfortunately, yes, Ma'am. And I'm sorry that I failed to spend dinner with you.""No, hija. We understand," Judge Ladignon interjected. He put his cup of coffee down as he looked at Blythe with a small smile on his lips. "But you made your
"THE GARLIC" BLYTHE AND MRS. LADIGNON were both startled by a voice that suddenly joined their conversation, her body froze more when she felt her husband's warm arms envelop her small waist. Zandro planted his chin on her shoulder blades and his every breath on her skin were kisses that caused her electric shocks, making the hair on her nape rise. "Zandro!" Mrs. Ladignon reprimanded, amusedly shaking her head. "My goodness this man! We're still starting here and you're here again?" "What's wrong? I miss my wife," he said like he really meant it. "Can I join you two?" "And what about Lorenzo?" Mrs. Ladignon placed her hands on her waist. "You left him alone?" "Well, he got an important call." Zandro tightened his arms on her like he doesn't care about anyone's presence. "Hmmm... still no. Go back there because this is a girly bonding." Then Mrs. Ladignon turned to her like she was asking for help. "Blythe, please scold that stubborn." Their faces immediately met the second that
HUSBAND AND WIFELOVE IS like the luminous full-phase moon glowing from the night sky; it doesn't usually appear every single night but when it does, everyone makes sure to cherish it a lot...Just like what Blythe used to believe in life; her principle about love and marriage was as sacred as every sanctuary in holy places like churches. Even though growing up with her real parents has never been her fate, and the old woman who stood up as her second guardian never had any man beside her. Yet, never a chance her belief in the importance of the presence of love for the two persons who will be bound to marry or live together was laid aside.For the twenty-year-old lady, one of the most important ingredients of marriage is love. But in their hole right now, their countless necessities; and not to mention her unending problems... it seems that her principle and belief have no part to take in her life at the moment. An accident happened to her Mama Celia days ago which put the old woman in
"ALL FOR MY DEAREST"WATCHING the luminous Luna up in the night sky used to be Alezzandro's pastime when he was looking for something to blame for the troubles coming into his life. The thick clouds around her seemed like protecting their muse from the dagger look that his eyes have been throwing since he leaned on the railing of the balcony outside his penthouse while drinking his favorite red wine. To escape the sudden rise of hell in his mansion was his plan, only to be ruined by the memories of what happened hours ago. They keep on flashing inside his head and it's making him go through the roof. What Zandro feels towards that damn monster is something beyond fury, the word is too shallow to describe the fire blazing hotter in his chest for a decade now. It didn't just burn him alive but it ruined everything inside him that Zandro actually lived in the dark for the rest of his life.And that ineffable wrath used to multiply like a virus every time he sees her delightful heart-shap
"THE GARLIC" BLYTHE AND MRS. LADIGNON were both startled by a voice that suddenly joined their conversation, her body froze more when she felt her husband's warm arms envelop her small waist. Zandro planted his chin on her shoulder blades and his every breath on her skin were kisses that caused her electric shocks, making the hair on her nape rise. "Zandro!" Mrs. Ladignon reprimanded, amusedly shaking her head. "My goodness this man! We're still starting here and you're here again?" "What's wrong? I miss my wife," he said like he really meant it. "Can I join you two?" "And what about Lorenzo?" Mrs. Ladignon placed her hands on her waist. "You left him alone?" "Well, he got an important call." Zandro tightened his arms on her like he doesn't care about anyone's presence. "Hmmm... still no. Go back there because this is a girly bonding." Then Mrs. Ladignon turned to her like she was asking for help. "Blythe, please scold that stubborn." Their faces immediately met the second that
"THE NECKLACE" BLYTHE'S JOY was endless as she and Zandro headed to the dining room where they were going to have their breakfast with their guests. Zandro didn't allow her to walk by herself because her husband was still worrying that she might be relapsed, so he insisted on carrying her bridal style as they went out of their room. Bythe could feel many eyes watching the two of them, it doesn't feel good but since she was with Zandro they had to bow down and bit the bitterness to themselves."Oh! The love birds are here," Mrs. Ladignon greeted in glee. "Good morning."Zandro gently deposited her in an empty seat, then Blythe smiled sweetly as she greeted the couple back."How do you feel now, Blythe? I heard you've got an aching leg yesterday.""Unfortunately, yes, Ma'am. And I'm sorry that I failed to spend dinner with you.""No, hija. We understand," Judge Ladignon interjected. He put his cup of coffee down as he looked at Blythe with a small smile on his lips. "But you made your
"RED-EYED WOLF AND THE MONOGRAM" "YOU ARE no different from your mother and your father, Claudia. You are also weak and worthless!" The cuts made by her abuela's words in her chest have been much deeper than those she got from the trouble she encountered the other night, it has sharp daggers that continuously penetrate inside her. Claudia was left unmoving while her head was hanging low, it was a good thing though because the old woman won't get the chance to see the emotion she was failing to hide in her swollen eyes at the moment. The building up of any emotions on her face would get her into more punishments, she can't be weak! "I can't believe you let that scoundrel take your attention off the Monroes, Claudia! What if you've missed a very important detail in their conversation, huh?" Senora Constanza motioned her well-painted fingers in grace, then the server next to her automatically flicked the golden fan to bring her some cool air. "Que barbaridad! I personally picked you
"LULLABY"HOW MANY times did Blythe admit to herself that Attorney Vizmanos is a God's gift to women? Well, it's been a long time already since she first saw him being featured in one of the famous magazine folds, and then on the day she personally met him in the club where she's working as a waitress, she found herself developing a deeper feeling for the guy. Blythe refused to label it as an attraction because it seemed too deep for her simple admiration, but admiration can also be a shallow word for the way her heart feels... Now, she's confused.A simple fight happened between them that day when Blythe insisted to help him with the wounds he got from her boss— Mr. Vizmanos, who's also Zandro's brother— who just suddenly punched him in the face even though Zandro just saved her and her fellow employee from those pervert customers back then. Blythe presented herself as his fan and also one of his scholars in his foundation, but instead of being friendly to her, Attorney Vizmanos th
"HIS SCENT IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT" CURRENTLY WALKING back to the mansion, all exhausted and having too much of the day when Zandro suddenly started another show by going her way with his broad back and guiding her to ride on it. Blythe knows it very well, but don't they have done too much for today?"I know you are very much tired," he uttered while pulling her closer to his body. "Common, Mi Amor.""B-but I can still manage it, Zandro... I might burden you.""I rather suffer than you." An encouraging smile flashed on his face. "Now, would you please..."Blythe can actually feel the pain piercing her feet because of walking almost the whole day, but they have to be with their special guests as they stroll nearly the whole farm. To support them, she never let anyone see that she's in pain because they were in a show and she's an actress; she should act better but the pain in her feet just won't cooperate.Zandro gently guided her over his masculine back, and as she embraced his neck s
"SHE WAS MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND" AS THEIR farm tour continues, their conversation went astray into different topics as well since the Ladignon couple has been very energetic and too nosy about Zandro and Blythe's love story. Their sudden arrival feels like a test they actually prepared for a long time but it is still shocking and stressing them out. After a very long and exhausting walk, they finally settled themselves into the comfort of the soft picnic blanket arranged for the four of them underneath the huge Narra tree. From there is the breathtaking view of the greenery that brings them the aroma of crisp air that soothes their bodies, as well as the lake that was as silver as diamond flame; the melody of its peaceful current is a piece of music to anyone's ear. It feels amazing to connect with these wonderful creations, it's taking all of her stress and heavy emotions away. Blythe gently shut her eyes and a sweet smile crept upon her pretty face. "So, Blythe..." it's Mrs. Ladi
"SUN ALLERGY" ANSWERS slapped Blythe right as they went out of his room with their fingers intertwined like it was made for such a purpose, they stayed like that while they were walking towards the garden where their visitors were waiting for them.Right from the rectangular white garden table is the old yet, famous and great magistrate, Mr. Lorenzo Ladignon in his not-so-formal white linen short-sleeve, dark linen shorts, and comfy deck shoes. The air he was carrying matched his casualty, and beside him stood his sophisticated wife, Mrs. Jamilla Ladignon in her white floral maxi dress and blonde curled hair. Both were busy talking about some funny things when they saw them coming, Judge Ladignon helped his wife to rise for them. "So, is she the lucky girl?" Mrs. Ladignon inquired as she greeted her with a cheek kiss and warm hug after. "You're so pretty, hija. Attorney Zandro never go wrong with his choices. Really excellent at everything, I would say again." "Of course, sweethear
"PART OF THE CONTRACT" BLYTHE FURRED like a contented cat when the sweet and refreshing morning came peeking through the glasses of her big window, inviting and teasing her half-opened eyes to watch it and savor the melting fog on the amazing view of the horizon. This morning feels so special, far different from all the mornings she had in her whole life of existence; and it fazes her a bit why. What's with this morning that her chest feels lighter and so is the whole room? When she finally decided to open her eyes, it was welcomed by this grayish and shiny ceiling above. So different from the serenity that used to bring by the colored cream gypsum ceiling in the room she's been using these past weeks. This one looks wider and pretty amazing that she shut her mouth from yawning the second that she realized she was not in her room. Oh, dang it! The whole room looks classier from all the clear glasses around, plus the chandelier on top. The domination of neutral colors makes it a lo
"YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS, ZETA!" "So, you two knew each other?" Zack asked in awe, looking at them with curiosity. "I just can't imagine how you've changed through the years, Zandro. From the guy who's broken-hearted over one woman, to this playboy who's collecting pretty—" "I don't know this criminal that much, but we have things to settle," Zandro answered without lifting his sharp green eyes away from the woman he has been looking for for so many years already. "You go to Antonette and tell her to get the car ready." It was as if Zandro and Claudia's gazes were brushed with the strongest adhesive that they can't lift their eyes away from each other, they can't even blink in fear that one of them might start an attack. But Zandro knows better that his father was just around and he won't risk his precious image just for the sake of his molten anger towards this thief, he's too good to be like Dimas. Of course, he has another way and he won't let her slip away again. "Are you le