"THE FORBIDDEN ROOM""DON'T, PLEASE..." she pleaded while bullets of perspiration kept on coming on her clean forehead. "No. I'm not doing anything bad, please!!"Blythe rose from the bed feeling the shortness of her breathing, the way she clutched her blanket looked as if she was going to ruin it. God, another nightmare struck her peaceful sleep again, and just like what happened after her mother's accident, nobody is there to comfort her and give her a glass of water. In her throat were embers that were drying it so much. Probably she gets it from crying and screaming once in a while.Still panting, she turned to the photograph standing on the table beside her bed. Seeing the pretty face of her Mama Celia and her condition right now makes her chest collapse once more. To survive and live, she'll be needing the operation sooner and Blythe has to go for extra measures for that to happen...Eventually, she decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to get herself some water. Blythe was cu
"I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO ACT THIS WAY"ZANDRO WAS clenching his wounded jaw really hard to not feel too much pain while Antonette has been dabbing cotton with alcohol on it. Dimas has gone through the roof the other night and his fist nearly ruined Zandro's face. And since he was a lucky man last night, he also get it accidentally collided on the wall after he ran in a hurry out of fear that Blythe might catch him in that creepy look.Damn his poor handsome face!"I don't really know what's going on with you, Zandro. The other day, I caught you having your sweet time with her. Then, what now? Watching her sleeping in her room for goodness sake?"Slightly, he dodges his face away from his friend who has been nagging about nonsense things since earlier. Zandro stared at her with creases on his forehead. "What sweet time are you talking about?"Antonette put the cotton down and slightly leaned to Zandro as she looked at him straight into his eyes."Mi Amor," she said while mimicking his c
"SHE'S ALIVE AND VERY HAPPY"IT'S BEEN five years now since Claudia learned about the tragedy that happened to her loving sister— the death of Cassidy at the hands of the man she trusted and loved so much. Out of the molten fury that wrapped her heart, she accepted the agreement of alliance from Dimas Vizmanos against his younger brother who is also the one who murdered her sister.Again and again, Claudia keeps on tossing the small jar in the air that contains this magical thing that surely Zandro was raving about since she stole and kept it that night. Just like what's inside her plan with Zandro's older brother— Dimas Vizmanos— she did her best to get his trust while she's acting as a daughter of their house servant and she's needing a law-related help against her boyfriend who'd been harassing her.The brilliant attorney had never been easy to tame nor to fool, the way he asked questions and investigated gave Claudia frequent heart attacks. In her fear of getting caught— she used
RULE NUMBER: 2NEVER MEDDLE in each other's personal life. They are allowed to ask a few questions like the shallow ones; a favorite color, food, movie, book, and such. But the personal sorts are foul...Does Blythe have been too much when she heads to Attorney Vizmanos' room and accidentally hears Antonette's moan from there?To interfere or meddle over Zandro's life has never been her plan because right from the start Blythe was already informed of how many lines she can only step on in the life of her fake husband. She's just too grateful and because of overflowing joy in her chest, she's been heedless of the outcome of her hasty actions.And it's not like she stayed there just to listen more, yet she also apologized for what she's done. But what does she get from Alezzandro? Insults and more painful words.Zandro didn't just say them, he slapped them in her chest like Blythe is no different from the girls out there he's paying to satisfy his needs... On second thought, what is it
"SPIDER""A-ATTORNEY." Her greeting came out broken, shocked by the presence of the man standing behind her and looking like listening to her conversation with her boss. "Do you need anything?"From leaning lazily against the cream-colored wall, Zandro gently walked towards Blythe. So opposite of that, his face was sculpted with the aristocracy that it can't even show some tenderness. It's always darkly menacing, constantly intimidating, and always gorgeous. Zandro came close to face her better, his face lits up when he lessen the crumples on his forehead. He then took a deep breath before he caressed her cheek."I'm so sorry," he started out. Lost in what he was doing, but Blythe still tried hard to keep it to herself. To trigger another heated argument with this brilliant man is the last thing she wants to happen, her emotion got the best of her this morning when she raised her voice and even turned her back on him. His eyes held nothing as he stared at her. "What I told you earl
"FAVOURITE"BUT SINCE they were at the top of his mansion and his butler looked nowhere around, Val has never came along which causes Zandro from freezing harder in his place. Fearing that he would faint any time, Blythe quickly attended to him. From his abdomen equipped with rock-hard muscles, Blythe grabbed the eight-inch spider away.As the scary spider disappears from his body, his breathing gradually calms down. Blythe took it far from him as she freed it, and before she faced Alezzandro again, she first picked up a glass of water and gave it to him."Are you okay now?" she asked as she watched him gulping the water. "Do you want me to call Val to check on you?"Zandro put his glass down, but instead of answering her queries he suddenly pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in a very tight hug. Dumbfounded as F! She nearly had a heart attack because of his sudden movement but once again, it was his magical embrace that sent her into comfort as if she were lying on top of the s
"HIS CALMING PILL"DIMAS NEARLY lost his jaw when his father struck his face with a powerful blow for the fifth time now and he did nothing but be on his feet, rooted like an unmoving log in his front. Clenching his jaw as hard as possible to remain expressionless and invincible. This has been happening for three decades now, his body was used to the pain already."I really can't figure out where did you get that stupid mind of yours!" he growled in a very furious voice while his nose crinkles in loathe. "Do you really have a mind or you are really nothing but an airheaded, worthless as*hole?!""Arquero, please..." cried by his mother while she was trying hard to keep his father's fingers from pointing at him. The pity she's feeling for her son is making her weep louder, but it can't do anything about her husband's wrath. "Our son's hurting.""Do you see any sparkle of care in my eyes?" he spat without any tone in his ice-cold voice.His father moved a little further from him, but the
"THE PRECIOUS MEMORY OF CASSIDY"WATCHING THE sun setting behind the thick group of Cumulonimbus clouds; the shaft of lights also called the crepuscular rays were now radiating in every part of the peaceful sky but inside Zandro's chest, there is no peace left. It's always the void that's growing wider and wider each day, the loneliness is a foe that is always there for him to fight. But what keeps on hurting him more is the memories that never left his head despite how busy, how sleepy or drunk he was.After signing the last paper from the pile on his table, Zandro dragged his back on the backrest of his swivel chair, he shut his eyes tightly as he let his long fingers dance against his temple.It's been quite a long and tiring day yet, he doesn't feel like going home because dealing with his thoughts and loneliness, also faking his niceness towards that stupid Monroe will get him more exhausted for sure.Ugh! That girl is getting him into trouble every freaking chance possible. Not
"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