Judith's pov. The past two weeks in New York had been wonderful, thanks to my dad. He made my visit so special and memorable. I didn't want to leave him and go back home. It was hard to say goodbye to him, knowing that I wouldn't see him for a while. My dad and I had such a wonderful time in New York, and it was hard to say goodbye. My father had insisted that I get my own car and apartment in the Philippines when I returned, but I didn't want to take advantage of his generosity. He was persistent in his insistence, I finally agreed to get a car but refused to move out of my current place since I wouldn't want to be apart from Amihan and I didn't want to be beholden to him any more than I already was.The knowledge that my car was waiting for me in the Philippines was a constant reminder of how lucky I was to have my father in my life. He had always been generous and supportive, and I felt incredibly grateful for his love and care. No matter what happened in my life, I knew I could
Amihan's pov. As I saw Judith walking towards the airport waiting room, I felt a rush of excitement and happiness. We ran towards each other and embraced in a tight hug, like two long-lost friends who had finally been reunited. It was a moment of pure joy and connection. We stood there for a moment, just holding each other and taking in the moment. It felt like time had stopped, and we were the only two people in the world. We were so happy to be reunited after two weeks, and it was clear that our friendship was as strong as ever. I was shocked to see You won't believe how much Judith has changed since you've been away! She's glowing, and she looks more beautiful than ever. There's something different about her, and it's not just her new hairstyle or clothes. It's something deeper, something that radiates from within."You look stunning, bes," I exclaimed as she twirled around to show me her new look. She was glowing with confidence and self-assurance, and it suited her so well.
Judith's POV, I can't imagine driving without Amihan by my side. She's been such a constant presence in my life, and it's hard to imagine being on the steering without her. I've gotten so used to having her with me in the car, that it's difficult to imagine what it would be like to be on the road without her and our unending gist. On that Monday morning, I raced out of the house, frantically trying to catch up to Amihan's car as she was about to leave for work. I called out to her, waving my arms and trying to get her attention. But she was already pulling out of the driveway, and I was almost too late. Amihan had assumed I would be driving my car that morning, and so she didn't wait for me after breakfast. As I approached her car, Amihan looked at me with a puzzled expression. 'Why aren't you using your ride?' she asked. I sighed and pouted my lips, trying to think of an explanation.I gave her a sheepish grin, "I'd never miss our morning chats - they're one of the best parts of m
Maxwell's pov. With the way Judith smiled at me and looked excited when I walked into the hall that morning I knew nothing had changed. It was apparent I had a big issue at hand, and hoped I could fix it before it was too late. After the dinner my mother and Judith had together, it was clear that her feelings for me had only grown stronger. I knew that whatever they had discussed must have led to all of these. I felt overwhelmed by the stress and worry of the situation.When I first saw her that morning, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was glad she was back, and I needed to have a serious talk with her to clear the air.I had purposely ignored her messages, hoping that it would make her realize that I wasn't interested in her. Yet, instead of understanding my silence, she seemed to interpret it as a sign of my affection. It was time to clear up the misunderstandingIt was alarming to see how differently Judith was behaving towards me. This wasn't the strong, independent lady
Maxwell's POV, After Judith left, I felt dazed and overwhelmed with guilt. I knew she didn't deserve to be treated that way, and I wished I could find the right words to tell her how sorry I was for everything that had happened. I thought about going after her, but I knew it would only make her more upset. I didn't want to create a scene in the office or make the situation any worse than it already was. While we spoke in the canteen, I noticed that some of my coworkers were trying to eavesdrop on our conversation. They must have noticed that Judith was tense and were curious about what was going on. To try to calm the situation, I spoke in a low voice, hoping that no one else would hear what we were saying. The thought of Judith finding out that the woman I love is her best friend Amihan, and that I've chosen Amihan over her, fills me with dread. Would that make Judith finally let go and forgive me? What if it only made her hate me even more? I doubt Amihan would want to have anyt
Victoria's Pov, Since Judith's visit, her image has been stuck in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her and the similarities between us. She brought back memories of my younger self, when, as the only daughter, all I wanted was at my beck and call, I felt like the world revolved around me, and that nothing was ever difficult or out of reach. My whole world changed after my parent's demise and my brothers took control of the family property. It was a time of turmoil and uncertainty, as I struggled to adapt to the new reality and chart a course for the future. I felt overwhelmed and disoriented, unsure of what to do next. Marrying Raymond, who showered me with care and generosity, was one of the wisest choices I ever made. He was a source of comfort and stability, provided for all my needs, and made me feel safe and secure. He made me feel loved and protected, just like my parents had when they were alive. After his passing, life felt much harder and lonelier, especially with o
Amihan's POV, When I saw Judith emerge from the company building fifteen minutes after I arrived at the parking lot, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying. I got out of my car and approached her, my heart pounding with worries. “What's wrong, my dear?” I asked with concern, and she nodded, her eyes filling with tears once again. “Let's get in the car,” she said in a calm but tremulous voice, “I would rather not create a scene — my colleagues are coming out soon.”What happened?” I asked, my voice betraying my growing impatience and anxiety. I was ready to take on whoever had done this to her, be it a colleague or even the CEO himself. Judith was one person I wouldn't let anyone hurt. “It's my annoying colleague,” she said, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back her tears. “What did he do?” I inquired, my curiosity growing stronger with every passing second. “I was blinded by my naïveté, believing t
Amihan's POV, As I walked into Anwil's premises on that sunny Tuesday afternoon, I noticed that something was off. The usually bustling office complex was eerily quiet, with hardly any people in sight. The atmosphere was one of stillness, as if time had stood still.The Company's complex was a far cry from the bustling hive of activity that it used to be when my parents were in charge. Now, it was as if the life had been sucked out of the building, leaving behind only an empty shell. “Hello, Miss Amihan,” Dalisay's secretary greeted me with a warm smile. “Hello,” I replied, returning her smile.“Mrs. Karl asked me to escort you to her office as soon as you arrived, since the other board members have not yet arrived for the meeting,” the secretary said, gesturing for me to follow her. Earlier that day, I called Dalisay to inquire about the date of the next board meeting, and I was relieved to learn that it was scheduled for the afternoon. “Hello, Mrs. Karl,” I greeted with a feign
Three years later, Amihan's Pov, Three years had passed, and everything had changed. I stood at the window, looking out at the world below, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. Nostalgia, regret, wistfulness, pride, hope. It was a complex stew of feelings, impossible to separate or label. I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me like a summer rain.As I thought about the journey that had brought me here, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. It had been a long road, full of twists and turns, but I was finally where I wanted to be. The funeral for Dalisay was a somber but beautiful affair, a fitting tribute to a life well-lived. As she was laid to rest, it felt like her soul was finally at peace.In the weeks and months that followed, Karl and Adams threw themselves into raising Bella. They loved her fiercely, determined to give her everything they could. And as she grew, she began to resemble her mother more and more, both in looks and in spirit. With little Bella by
Amihan's POV, I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head and stomach was excruciating. I could feel the grogginess of sleep slowly fading away, and I became aware of my surroundings. It was a hospital room, and the memory of the shooting came flooding back. "Mom," I said weakly, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Where is Dalisay?""Dalisay's getting the best care possible, honey," my mom said, her voice gentle and soothing. But even as she spoke, I couldn't help but sob. I felt so guilty, knowing that Dalisay had risked her life to save me."She's going to be okay," my mom said, rubbing my back comfortingly. "And you're going to be okay too. We're all going to get through this together."I wanted to believe her, but my emotions were still too raw. I couldn't stop crying. My gaze shifted to the corner of the room, and I saw Judith standing next to my father. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying. I felt a surge of anger well up inside of me."What is sh
Two weeks later, Judith's POV, The last two weeks had been a blur of pain and anguish. My best friend, Amihan, lay comatose in the hospital, clinging to life by a thread same as Dalisay. I blamed myself for everything that had happened. It was my selfish desire for Maxwell that had caused all of this. I had been so jealous of Amihan's relationship with him, that I had pushed her to move into the mansion, even though I knew it was dangerous. And now she was fighting for her life, while I was left with nothing but regret and guilt."Judith, you look exhausted," Amihan's mother said, her face filled with concern. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? You've been here at the hospital for days now."As soon as they had received news of Amihan's incident, her Foster parents had flown down from New York, arriving the next day. They had been at the hospital ever since, taking turns to stay with Amihan. She was right. I hadn't slept in days, and I was running on empty. But I didn't want
Karl's POV,"We have to be fast with whatever we have to do, because Chloe or Susan whichever you want to call her, is a crazy woman and wouldn't hesitate to do anything, her words shouldn't be taken lightly," I said to them who had been listening to me without interruption with my eyes wide open, I swallowed hard in an attempt to quell my panic that had gotten a grip of my heart,I was scared as I spoke which made my voice shake, I was scared if revealing the truth about my status with Chloe, the fear of making Luciana and Dalisay find out that I had been lying to them about my first wife made me pick my words with care."So, what are we going to do now? Because as long as I'm concerned, everyone of you here are suspect, and I'm going to get you all arrested." Maxwell responded unflinchingly, without any iota of panic in him, his expression was grimly as he spoke making everyone shift uneasily on their spot, except Luciana who had been sitting quietly with her fingers resting on her
Dalisay's POV,"Then who did?" he demanded, slamming his hand down on the desk, sending the files scattered across its surface into disarray. His eyes blazed with anger, and his frustration was palpable. "Who was the last person to see her? I need answers, and I need them now!"As I rolled my eyes in thought, a sudden realization hit me. It dawned on me that my mother could be behind Amihan's disappearance. My eyes widened in horror, and I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure. I knew that if I let my emotions get the best of me, this man would see through my facade. "Please calm down, we'll get to the bottom of...""I can't calm down!" he shouted, cutting me off in mid-sentence. His breathing was labored, and his eyes flashed with anger. The look on his face was terrifying, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He looked like a man possessed, and I knew that I had to tread carefully. Fear gripped me as I tried to find the right words to say. I knew that I had to diffuse the situation,
Maxwell's POV,My heart skipped a beat as I saw Amihan's name flash across my phone's screen. I hurriedly picked up the call, but the noise of the airport around me made it difficult to hear what she was saying. She sounded upset, her voice urgent and panicked. I tried to make out what she was saying, but it was impossible. I needed to find a quiet place to take the call.I began to look around for a secluded spot, but the airport was crowded and bustling with activity. Everywhere I looked, people were rushing around, their voices blending together into a cacophony of sound. I had been planning to move to the United Kingdom and start over, but Amihan's call had given me pause. "Babe," I said, my voice quivering as I answered the phone. "I'm sorry. Are you there?""I'm here," she said, her voice trembling. "Please...help me." And then, the line went dead.My heart sank, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. What had happened? What could she need help with? I tried to call her back
Amihan's POV, "Bella, please wait!" I heard Adam's voice calling after me as I ran from the mansion, but I ignored him. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to be alone. "Leave me alone!" I shouted, not even bothering to turn around. I just kept running, my feet carrying me further and further away from the pain and the betrayal.My heart thumped as I hurried away from the mansion, its weight pressing against my chest as if to crush me. Each step I took reverberated in my head, a pulsing reminder of the hurt that lay ahead. As memories of the betrayal that followed my misplaced trust flooded back, they threatened to drown me in despair. The images of the accident that had almost claimed my life ten years ago flashed before my eyes, a maelstrom of chaos and pain. I threw myself into the car, slamming the door shut as if to keep out the demons that pursued me. I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in rapid, panicked breaths. I knew I had to get away, to put
Karl's POV,"Where do you think you're going, sneaking off like that?" Luciana's voice rang out behind me, causing me to freeze in my tracks. She was sitting comfortably, cigarette in hand, a smirk on her lips. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, and I knew I had to think of something quickly."You're... here," I managed to stammer out, trying to regain my composure and collect my thoughts."I was just... I was just getting some fresh air," I stammered, my voice trembling with nerves. "Of course I'm here," she replied, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her gaze was fixed intently on me, as if she were sizing me up, her eyes boring into mine. "I've always been here, and my eyes have always been on you."I felt myself flush under her gaze, feeling like a bug under a microscope. I knew I had to say something, anything, to break the silence that was hanging heavy in the air. But I couldn't think of a single thing to say."You have something urgent to take care of?" she asked, rais
Judith's POV,Despite the shame and pain coursing through my body, I climbed into my car and slammed the door shut. I had no destination in mind, I just wanted to get away. As I sat there, I realized that my hands were shaking and that my entire body was trembling.In a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure building within me, I let out a primal scream. But it did nothing to soothe the turmoil inside me. At that moment, I realized that Maxwell's mother was to blame for much of the mess I was in. She had played a part in orchestrating the events that had led to this moment, and she needed to take responsibility for her actions.The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that the only way out of this situation was to confront her directly.With shaking hands, I rummaged through my bag for my phone. As soon as I found it, I dialed Maxwell's mother's number. The phone rang and rang, and just when I was about to give up hope, she answered. Her voice was cold and uninvitin