Dalisay's POV.Days had passed since my last meeting with Adams, but I couldn't seem to stop thinking about what had transpired. The event was surreal and disturbing, but what confused me more was his change in demeanor. It was as if he had become a different person overnight, and I was left wondering if I had truly understood who he was in the first place. The whole experience had left me feeling unsettled and unsure of what to think.My thoughts were racing with questions about his transformation, and I was unable to make sense of it all. While I was happy that he had seemingly changed for the better, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came with it. There was a part of me that wanted to know how this change had occurred, and why it had happened so suddenly. I felt like there was a missing piece of the puzzle, and I was determined to find it. My thoughts were so consuming that I didn't hear the door open, and I was startled when I realized Karl was standing in front of me I
Maxwell's Pov, "Where should we meet?" I asked the moment I approached Judith's car after work. Though she had avoided me all day, she sent me a reminder message at the end of the day to make sure we still met up. The tension between us was palpable, and I wasn't sure how the conversation would go. I just hoped we could find a way to move past whatever had caused the rift between us. "I'll send you the address and time," She answered coldly and entered her car. I watched as she sped off. Just as I was trying to process everything that had just happened, my phone buzzed with a message notification from Judith. I hastily opened it, The message read, "My place, 6 PM. Don't be late." My heart sank, and I felt a surge of panic. I had a bad feeling about this, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Was I walking into a trap? I was starting to regret ever getting involved with Judith.I tried calling her, hoping to work out a different meeting place, but she di
Dalisay's POV,As I paced back and forth in my room, my conversation with Adam left me feeling unsettled and uncertain, and I couldn't seem to shake the fear in my heart off. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when my mother came into the room. She had decided to move in with us after we made the difficult decision to sell her mansion, along with the two other mansions.I turned around, and there stood my mother, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed on me. I was taken aback by her presence, and I wondered how long she had been standing there, unnoticed. "How long have you been there?" I asked, still a bit shaken by her sudden appearance."You gave me quite a scare, Mom!" I exclaimed, holding my chest, "I didn't hear you come in. How did you get in without making a sound?" She just smiled, amused by my reaction. "I must be getting better at sneaking up on you," she teased. "Or maybe you're just a bit too absorbed in your thoughts." She said calm
Judith's POV,I tried to sneak out of the house early that morning, not wanting to encounter Amihan. I thought I had gotten up early enough to avoid her, but to my surprise, she was standing in front of my door, dressed and ready for the day, with an insufferable smirk on her face. My heart sank with disappointment. I had hoped to escape without having to talk to her, but it seemed that fate had other plans. I prepared myself for the inevitable confrontation."You almost gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed, clutching my chest as my heart raced from the shock of seeing her. Amihan's smirk deepened as she raised an eyebrow, as if to say "Nice try, but I see right through you.""I wasn't expecting to see you this early," I stammered, my mind racing to come up with a reasonable explanation for my early morning departure. "What brings you up at this hour?" I added, hoping to buy myself some time to come up with a more convincing excuse. Amihan looked at me with a knowing smirk, as if sh
Carter's POV,As her lips met mine I felt a cool sensation. I had dreamed of this moment ever since our last night together and now it was finally happening. I had always had a crush on her, and now it seemed like my feelings might be reciprocated. I returned the kiss, my heart racing as I explored the contours of her lips and I found myself getting lost in the moment. Although I knew I had to be careful, to be sure that she felt the same way before I let myself get too carried away, I had to be sure that we were on the same page.Her abrupt withdrawal from the kiss left me reeling, unsure of what to make of the situation. Had I done something wrong? Had I been too aggressive? Too shy? I racked my brain, trying to figure out what could have possibly caused her to pull away in such a manner. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, it was the first time I was kissing a lady. I might not be the most experienced kisser, but I was determined to improve."How dare you!" she shouted, he
Maxwell's POV, Every morning for the past week, I dreaded the thought of going to work, knowing that Judith would be there, waiting to make my life miserable. Whether it was through her snide remarks, her passive-aggressive behavior, or her constant need for attention, she always found a way to make my work hours unbearable. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in a cycle of misery that I couldn't escape. After my last visit to Judith's apartment, I realized that there was more to her than I had originally thought. The friendly and innocent girl that Amihan knew was just a facade. Underneath the surface, Judith was bitter and resentful. When I pulled into the parking lot and saw her standing there with a guy, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the drama that was sure to follow. I knew from experience that she would be full of theatrics, and she didn't disappoint. From Amihan description, I could tell the guy was Carter, the same guy that Judith had treated with the same call
Judith's POV, I couldn't understand why I had agreed to help Max cover up his mess when all I truly desired was for him and Amihan to be separated. I questioned my own resolve, wondering if I had the strength to see this through. Just then, the shrill beeping of my phone broke the silence, jolting me back to the present moment."Hey, bestie!" I greeted her with a forced cheerfulness, hoping to mask the turmoil I felt within."Hi, girl!" She responded, her voice bright and energetic, obviously excited that I had called. "How're you doing?" Her excitement was palpable, even over the phone. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what I was about to do. "I'm fine," I said, trying to keep my voice level despite the turmoil I felt inside. I forced a smile, though I knew it didn't reach my eyes. I could feel Maxwell's gaze upon me, and I could sense his uneasiness and fear. It only made the situation worse, and I felt my irritation rising."You're not fine," She said, her voice gentl
Maxwell's POV,As I walked into my office and shut the door behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had narrowly avoided a disaster by convincing Judith to help me. If she hadn't agreed, I would have been in big trouble. The thought made me shiver. I sank into my chair, feeling the tension drain from my body. That was close. I wondered how long I would have to continue with this. As I opened the pack bag, the sweet and savory smell of the pancake filled the air. It instantly brought back memories of the times I had enjoyed the treat in New York. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the familiar aroma. I pulled out my phone and dialed Amihan's number. "Hey, sweetheart!" I said, my mouth still half full of pancake."Hey yourself!" she replied, laughing. "Don't tell me you're already stuffing your face with pancakes!"I laughed, too. "Maybe just a little," I admitted. "It's so good!""I bet it is," she said, her voice warm and affectionate. "Enjoy it while it lasts!""Y
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