Dalisay's POV. I waited impatiently for the staff to gather as I roamed the board room in a frenzied manner. How in the world was it possible for such a large amount of money to disappear from the company's account without my supervision? The fund could not have left the account without my signature as CEO; Regina and I were the sole signatories. Regina better have a good explanation for this. My mother and Karl, who were on the board of directors, were among those seated in the boardroom a few minutes later. "Without my consent or signature, a substantial amount was taken unlawfully from the company's account. I replied fiercely, observing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces as they gazed at one another. "I wonder how that was possible in the first place and who did that," I muttered. I got more and more enraged as I observed them staring at each other. "Why isn't anyone speaking up? We're not here to gaze at one another; rather, we're here to identify the perpetrato
Karl's Pov. I had never seen Dalisay so furious with her mother. My suspicions were correct; Luciana had taken money out of the company's fund without her daughter's consent and I wondered what could be the excuse she would give when Dalisay was done investigating since I knew She would. For a moment, I had never realized that the man I had met in her apartment the previous night was not only one of her gigolos; he was the one who was seen with her on the footage. For all this time, I had assumed that my feelings for Dalisay were unfounded, but after our intimate moment last night, everything inside of me craved her, and I wasn't going to let anything stand in our way—not even Luciana. Dalisay was beginning to love me with how passionate she was with me last night and even that morning she had asked the maid to let her serve my breakfast. I was scared Dalisay would not hesitate to file for divorce if Luciana dared to inform her of my involvement in all of this. "What were you t
Judith's pov. "How do I look?" I spun around so Amihan would get a full view of my outfit. "You look stunning and breathtaking girl," As I would be the center of attention for the majority of the activities, I took extra time to get ready for the company's dinner date. "Your beautiful smile is a bonus," Amihan added as she noticed how excited I was. That morning, I felt energized and for the first time since my breakup with Jake, I was truly happy and optimistic about being around people. With Maxwell's help, I was able to attain such a height, and I felt grateful he came through at the very moment I needed him, the first thing I did that morning was to send him an appreciation text, which he responded to swiftly. Whenever his thought flashes through my mind, I catch myself smiling, instead of my typical frown, "What if he asks me to be his girlfriend?" I questioned inwardly and was shocked to hear Amihan giggle. "What's funny?" I questioned her, "Wait, did I say that loud
Maxwell's and Judith's Pov. (This chapter is written in the Third pov. )“Are you sure you want to hit the dancefloor in that outfit? You’re going to have a hard time keeping the guys away,” Maxwell warned, and Judith rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen ladies who are dressed sexier than I am in here like your busty admirer,” Judith said as she rose, and dragged Maxwell to the dance floor. Maxwell did everything within his power to avoid Judith's seductive advances as they danced. On a few occasions, she leaned on him and tried to kiss him but Maxwell stylishly ignored her and gulped down more alcohol to keep his mind busy and distracted from whatever Judith was trying to do. They both felt exhausted a while later with sweat dripping from their bodies, while Judith giggled a bit tipsy, as they made their way back to their seat. She had consumed more Alcohol even when Maxwell had tried to stop her. A few minutes later they were both laughing at each other's jokes as Judith tried to tune
Judith's pov. The next morning, a moan escaped my lips as i slowly opened my eyes and raised a hand to my head, which was banging severely. The ray of light coming inside the room from the window did not help as I was having a serious case of photosensitivity. My mouth and throat was dry, and i needed water as soon as possible. I slowly sat up on the bed and the first thing I did when my feet hit the ground was to put down the window blind. I didn’t need the light yet.Once I had done that i looked around the bedroom to take in my surrounding which looked a bit different. I guessed I had too much to drink last night and my head hurts badly. Thinking about last night I narrowed my eyes as i remembered the events that happened at the club and outside of it, and groaned softly and slapped my lips.How did I initiate the kiss with Maxwell? How did I lose my sense of reasoning to that extent? I grunted as I wondered what he would be thinking of me. I hope he didn't misunderstood
Amihan's Pov. As I got out of bed that morning, the aroma coming from the kitchen made my tummy growl. To my amazement, I saw Judith cheerfully making breakfast for us in the kitchen. given her dislike of cooking and preference for eating out, it was unusual for Judith to cook with such zeal. While we ate, I noticed she was in a happy mood and full of energy. The genuine smile on Judith's face after her date with her annoying colleague coupled with the news of her being the legitimate daughter of Mr. Parker a renowned millionaire in New York made me so happy. I had seen Judith at her low state severally and I was genuinely happy things were working out so perfectly for her. She deserves all the happiness in the world. I was scared she wouldn't get over Jake so easily because of the bond they shared but I never knew Destiny had another plan for her. I recalled my fear when my dad first introduced me to Judith and how frightened I was to accept her into my life. I was wary of letti
Dalisay's pov. I got up around eight thirty-five in the morning which was one hour later than my usual time feeling nauseated and exhausted. I slept so deeply that when my alarm went off not even it could wake me.The previous day at work, I felt feverish and battled with Nausea and lightheadedness. I had instructed all the chief staff to work even on the weekend so we could find a way out of the situation before it became too noticeable to the public. I awoke feeling lethargic and extremely weak, as though I hadn't gotten enough sleep. I was perplexed as to why the day was so bright, so I hurriedly grabbed my phone off the side of my bed in the hopes of seeing that I had gotten up earlier than my alarm and was startled to discover that I had slept one hour extra. I felt so weak and didn't have the strength to move from my room. Karl had left for his daily workout, and I wondered how he never bothered to wake me up. "My head hurts," I muttered, holding my head in pain, and lay
Maxwell's pov. I couldn't wait to see Judith and clear up the mess we made before it was too late. How did I even allow that to happen? Even knowing she was drunk, I had kissed her back in return. What was I thinking? Did she hypnotize me? That was not even possible. I was the last person she would be attracted to. All I wanted was to meet her, tell her everything, and perhaps also confess to her that I was in love with Amihan before it was too late and Judith assumed I was being flirtatious. (Alright. I'll meet you later in the evening then. You can send the address. ) I sighed in relief as her reply popped in on my phone. This time, I was not going to screw anything up. Before it's too late, I'll make sure to be honest with her.At exactly seven in the evening, I was at the garage of the restaurant she had suggested waiting for her arrival. "You look breathtaking," I said with admiration written all over my face the moment she walked up to me. She was dressed in a long pi
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