Maxwell's Pov. As I moved into my new apartment all I wanted was for the day to end so I would see Amihan once more. Even though I was exhausted from the work I had done that day, I didn't mind, all I wanted was to see her and the sooner we got acquainted the better it would be for my family. I beamed immediately after she forwarded a message with the address where we would be meeting and I hurriedly freshened up as I wanted to arrive a few minutes before her. The moment, Amihan arrived I was dumbfounded by how beautiful she was, with her white top in her purple miniskirt and pencil heels,"You look amazing," I said with a broad smile."Thank you," she replied. For a few moments, we were engrossed in one another's sight, I couldn't believe such a beaut had accepted to go out on a date with me and couldn't wait to have numerous dates with her as my girlfriend soon. "You got an amazing eye too," I said staring at her beautiful eyes, watching an involuntarily smile curve on he
Dalisay's pov. I had never had so much fun as I did with Adams that weekend and I felt bad that it was coming to an end already. I wished I could just shut the world around me and remain in his arms since with him I had no worries. I was at peace with myself away from my nagging mother and my husband whom I couldn't bring myself to love even after all these years and all the chaotic experiences I had to pull through daily. For the first time in a long time, I thought about myself and didn't have to worry about validation from others. I turned to look at Adams who was sleeping next to me and smiled as I climbed on top of him. I wanted nothing but to pleasure him as he had done to me for the past two days, so I tried to watch his face as I sucked on his cock, letting his expression tell me when I was getting it right or wrong since it was my first time having such an intensely intimate moment. “More lip and tongue, less teeth,” he said between gasps as I pleasured him and I adj
Judith's pov. The moment I walked into the restaurant where I was to meet Mrs. Celia I sighed as I didn't know what to expect. I was still holding out hope that it was all a dream and that I had been confused for someone else or that it was all just a hoax. I have lived all my life and accepted the fact that my biological parents would never come for me since they didn't all these years I was in the orphanage. Even though I would have loved to have a family then, it was the same now, Amihan and sister Rose are more than enough family for me since they have never let me feel alone. "Hello Judith Parker," Mrs Cecilia greeted and hugged me as soon as I approached her. She was a beautiful lady in her late thirties with blonde hair. "Please do have your seat," she said as I sat down. I noticed the gentleman across our table was with her and when she saw how curious I looked she planted my hands, "There's nothing to be afraid about, That one of your dad's security. He had assi
Amihan's pov. My Monday started pretty well as I was excited about how my weekend had gone I looked stunning in her pink sleeve blouse and black pencil shorts as I walked around the Company and made sure everything was properly set for the new week then headed to my office. The masculine voice of the company security stopped me at the door to my office. "Excuse me, Miss Amihan, "He said approaching me with a wrapped package. "There's a delivery for you," he added. I rolled my eyes and flashed a smile since I knew who it was from, it was Maxwell's handwork. "How come I wasn't called to sign for it," I inquired as he handed over the box. "The Company delivery guy had given it to me and has asked I give you personally," He said and I smiled. "Maxwell is full of surprises," I murmured silently and smiled. "Were you talking to me? " he asked. "No," I said as I snapped off my thoughts. "Thanks," I flashed him a smile and reached for the doorknob. "Let's see what we..... got.
Maxwell's POV. I beamed with joy as soon as I hung up with Amihan. I had been getting more out of everything than I would have ever dreamed of as things started to gradually fall into place. As I walked to Judith's office, I couldn't help but feel enthusiastic as I quickly saved her number. Since Mr. Antonio had scheduled our meeting with him for the following day, the CEO requested us to brainstorm, and I also wanted to make amends with Judith. I wouldn't want anything to come between me and Amihan's friendship, and enmity with Judith Poses as a threat to it. She sighed and frowned as soon as she spotted me walking into her office, but I didn't care. I had grown used to her unwaveringly resentful demeanor toward me. "Hello Miss Judith," I said with a grin, and I saw her grimace as she waved for me to come in. "Mr. Antonio would love to meet us by Ten in the morning and we have to make sure there are no lapses like the last time," She said, and I nodded. Even though the lap
Amihan's POV. "You are not very busy, are you?" I asked the moment I walked into Judith's room. "You know very well that I am. But I have five minutes to spare if it’s important,” she said and glanced at the wall clock in her room. “It is important,” I said and Judith raised a brow. “Hey! It’s been a while since we hung out together,” I said and she scowled.“And whose fault is that? You are almost always busy and you hardly ever have time for us,” she complained since I had been absent from two previous outings for the past three weeks because I was setting up my dad's real estate and the last Saturday I was on a date with Maxwell. “Are you here to nag? Cause you have three minutes left,” She said and I snorted.“Your timing doesn't work on me you should know better miss," I said and we both giggled. “How are you doing? How is work?” she asked with interest. “I'm fine. Work is fine. I trust you’re fine too. So how about your alleged dad? How is it going with you both? W
Judith's pov. "Just relax, We got this, " Maxwell assured me as he noticed I was tensed and I nodded. The moment we walked into Mr. Antonio's waiting room, I lost my confidence and was afraid he wouldn't love the designs I had stayed up all night just to sort out for him. This contract meant a lot to me. It was the Major shift I needed to push my fashion brand and I wouldn't want it to slip off my hands. Mr. Antonio was not just a Philippine star but he was also recognized internationally, having him wear our brand would boost the company's profile and also my portfolio as his designer for the company.I remembered how I had always dreamt of being the best fashion designer globally and didn't think twice about enrolling in a fashion school immediately after high school. "You can go to the convenience and catch your breath. You look nervous, " Maxwell said as he noticed my trembling hands. "This contract means a lot to me. It would be a childhood dream coming true and a tick o
Maxwell's POV. I never thought Judith would be nervous about anything. I was speechless at how terrified she was about the contract with Mr. Antonio.Judith had always seemed to me to be a bold, strong-willed woman who could withstand any resistance. She had deep-seated anxieties and insecurities, which I noticed as I observed the terror etched all over her lovely face and her hands shaking. Perhaps this contributed to her paranoia, or maybe it was how she maintained her standards high. When we drove back to the office, I turned to observe the gorgeous smile on her face, "How did you do that?" She asked and I raised a brow. "Do what?" I asked and focused on the road. "The magnificent presentation, you spoke like a professional, and for some second I couldn't believe you were the one," She said and I smiled. "I blew all of our minds in there and stirred up my confidence," Judith said and I raised a brow. "Such a compliment from you needs to be added to my C.V. This is
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