Claire woke up from hunger and was greeted by the white ceiling. “Venice? Venice, you’re awake!” Claire turned to the voice and saw Zekiel beside her, a smile on his lips. “W-water,” she managed to say weakly, and the man immediately obliged, handing her a glass. “How are you feeling? I was so worried about you and our baby,” Claire paused mid-sip as she remembered her child—especially since her stomach had been hurting before she lost consciousness. “How’s my baby?! Is she okay?!” she asked, her voice trembling with tears. “Calm down, stress isn’t good for you. The baby’s fine, but the doctor said what happened earlier must never happen again, or she might not make it next time.” Claire breathed a sigh of relief at his words—until she remembered Zayne. “Zayne,” she murmured softly, but Zekiel heard her. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. Look, there he is,” Zekiel pointed to Zayne, who was sitting on the sofa wearing his headphones. Claire couldn’t shake off her confusion—how
“I thought what you were watching was sad, so why are you blushing?” Claire froze at Zekiel’s words and quickly took another spoonful of ice cream, but she was startled when Zekiel suddenly grabbed her hand and ate the spoonful meant for her. “Hmm… It is delicious,” Zekiel said with a grin, expecting her to get annoyed, but instead, she burst into tears. “M-My ice cream!” Zekiel panicked at her reaction. “I-It was just one spoon, why are you acting like it’s your whole life?!” he tried to calm her down, but Claire only cried harder. “You stole my ice cream! That was mine!” Zekiel immediately hugged Claire, making her stop because she could smell his cologne—and she loved it. “Stop it! I’ll buy you tons of ice cream, just don’t cry,” Zekiel coaxed, making Claire look up at him. “Really?” “Really, really! So stop crying, okay?” “Okay! I’m easy to talk to!” Claire said, wrapping her arms around Zekiel’s waist and sniffing him. “Ah, Venice, I haven’t even changed yet
CLAIRE “HEY Venice, wake up,” I was startled when someone called my name. I had fallen asleep early last night because I was so exhausted. I opened my eyes and saw Zekiel, but it was still dark around us—did that mean it was still night? “S-Sir, did you just get back?” I asked, yawning right after. “No, I got back last night. It’s almost dawn now. We have somewhere to go, so I’m waking you up early.” Hearing that, I just rolled over—I didn’t want to go. “You guys go ahead, I’ll just sleep here.” “What? No way. Zayne’s coming with us.” That made me pause. If my son was going, that meant I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway. “No, it’s fine. I’ll stay here. There are plenty of guards anyway. Go ahead, be careful.” I waved at him while facing away, hugging my pillow again. “Kyah!” But I yelped when I was suddenly lifted from the bed—Zekiel was carrying me. “Zekiel, what the—?! I was still sleeping!” I snapped at him, gripping his neck tightly because I suddenly felt nervous. “So
“Why are we really here?” I said, crossing my arms as I sat on a single sofa while the father and son were on the longer couch. “For vacation,” Zekiel replied simply, making me raise an eyebrow. “Vacation? What about your work?” “Hero can handle it for now.” My eyebrow rose even higher at that. “Poor guy, you just dumped all your work on him.” “Tita-Mommy, don’t you want to spend time with us?” I blinked at what my son said. It was unusual—lately, he’d been noticing me more and actually talking to me, unlike in the past few days. “Of course I do, but—“ “No more ‘buts.’ We’re already here, so let’s just enjoy ourselves,” Zekiel said with a smile, making me frown. “I’m always sleepy. How am I supposed to enjoy anything?” His smile faded at my words. “This is your fault! You got me pregnant, and now I can’t even move properly!” My voice cracked, on the verge of tears. He immediately stood up, took my hand, and pulled me toward the couch, making me sit between them. “D
Claire stood frozen in place, unable to move, speak, or even breathe properly after what she had just discovered. It felt like a nightmare—one she never wanted to happen in real life. “Hey! Say something, Venice—or should I say, Claire Sanchez?” Camille smirked, making Claire instinctively step back. “H-How did you know?” Claire stammered, her voice shaky as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hands trembled, and cold sweat trickled down her skin. “How? You think I’m stupid enough to tell you? I know you, Venice, so stop pretending!” Camille snapped, making Claire flinch. A flood of questions raced through her mind, but fear overpowered them all. What if Zekiel found out? What if Zayne knew? What would they say? Worse—what if they got angry and left her? Over the past few days, Claire had grown closer to Zekiel, especially since they often sat together at night, talking before sleep. He was the one who comforted her during her pregnancy mood swings and even went out of his
(FLASHBACK) The father and son woke up to find Claire missing from the bed. Zekiel was about to rush out to look for her when Zayne spoke up, stopping him in his tracks. “Daddy, Tita-Mommy went for a walk!” They saw the sticky note she had left on the table, and Zekiel nodded in understanding. “Oh, I see. Let’s just leave her be for now. This is the first time she’s gone out alone, and I know she’s safe here in the resort.” Zayne nodded at his father’s words, and they began fixing the bed—until Zayne suddenly thought of Zoey. “Daddy… is there any chance that—I mean, if another child were to become part of our family, would that be okay with you? Especially if it’s a girl?” Zekiel paused in arranging the sheets and looked at his son. Zayne’s heart pounded at his father’s reaction, especially since he was just staring silently. “What do you mean?—Oh! You’re talking about Venice’s daughter. Of course, I’d be more than okay with that. Remember, Zayne, family isn’t just abo
“So we thought you’d be happy once you see your child, so we’re leaving right now!” Claire’s eyes widened at what Zekiel said. “Right now?!” “Uh, yeah? I only have five days of vacation, my life—I’m sorry, but we’re running out of time,” Zekiel said, scratching the back of his neck while Claire fell into thought. If they went to Paris, they could avoid Camille, and she could find a way to delay the meeting between father and son. The thought lifted her spirits. “Okay! Let’s go!” she said cheerfully, making the father and son cheer in agreement as they packed their things. Once they were done, they immediately left, with Zekiel driving them to the airport. Claire felt nervous as they exited the hotel room—there was a chance Camille and Zekiel might cross paths—but she was immensely relieved when it didn’t happen. When they arrived at the airport, she was surprised to learn they’d be using Zekiel’s private plane. She had forgotten that the man was wealthy enough to own one
They quickly left the mall, which made Claire and Zayne breathe a sigh of relief. “What’s going on between you two?” Zekiel suddenly asked while driving, making them both glance at him. “Nothing,” Claire replied, trying not to draw his attention. “Daddy, I’m just worried about Auntie-Mommy,” Zayne shrugged, making sure Zekiel wouldn’t suspect anything. Zekiel could only shake his head, unable to understand the two of them. They switched malls that day and later returned to their hotel room. Zayne had already called his twin while they were still at the mall, saying their plans were canceled because something unexpected happened. Zoey had even gotten worried, thinking something had happened to her dad, but nothing did. They were exhausted from their outing, so they fell asleep almost immediately. THE NEXT MORNING, Zekiel woke up to Claire’s loud voice. “What?! But I didn’t know that!” When he looked toward her, she was by the window, talking to someone on the phone. “
They were already on their way home because after that encounter, they didn’t stay much longer, especially since the weather was getting hotter. They only had lunch at a restaurant, and now the twins were asleep in the back of the car. While on the road, Camille suddenly crossed Claire’s mind. “Zekiel, where is Camille, by the way?” Zekiel glanced at her briefly, his brow furrowing because she had brought it up so suddenly. “That girl? According to Hero, she’s in jail.” “Jail? Why? Is she locked up permanently?” Zekiel’s frown deepened at her question. “What do you mean ‘why’? Of course, she deserves to be there! She almost got you all in danger because of her, and I won’t let that slide.” Zekiel’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, while Claire fell silent, lost in thought. ’In danger…’ she whispered in her mind before her eyes suddenly widened. “Do you think Camille was the one who did that to Zoey?!” Zekiel looked at her briefly. “Impossible, my life. She had jus
“Z-Zekiel, fine. I’ll introduce you to Mama, and we’ll visit her grave. But I have one question,” Claire said nervously. She didn’t want to reject him—it would hurt him, even though she did want what he was offering. It just wasn’t the right time. “Go on,” Zekiel replied quickly, making Claire sigh. “The kids, Zekiel. We can’t just forget what happened to Zoey. What are we going to do about it?” Zekiel fell silent, then immediately felt anger rise within him. In the brief moment of happiness with his family, he had forgotten about the person who had tried to kill his child. “I’ll find him,” Zekiel said firmly. “I’ll go with you, Zekiel.” He turned to her, his expression softening. “No. I won’t let you put yourself in danger, Claire—especially not while you’re pregnant.” “Who said anything about fighting? I’ll just help you plan and search.” Zekiel was taken aback—how did she know they were going to fight? “How did you know we’d be fighting?” “Huh? O-Oh—“ Claire flinc
“Daddy, I’m so happy that we are complete now,” Zoey said with a smile as Zekiel adjusted the blanket for her, while Claire did the same on the other end. “Me too. We’ll never be separated again, okay?” “Your daddy is right. We won’t let anything tear us apart,” Claire said sweetly, making Zekiel glance at her and smile, which she returned. “Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy!” Zayne suddenly said, already lying down and yawning, making them laugh before they settled in as well. “Goodnight, twins,” Claire turned off the lampshade beside her and hugged Zayne, who snuggled into her. Her eyes met Zekiel’s from the other side of the bed, their children nestled between them. ‘I love you,’ Zekiel whispered into the air, and the woman understood, replying softly. ‘I love you too.’ --- THE NEXT MORNING, Claire woke up early and saw that her family was still fast asleep. She quietly walked to the veranda and opened it to breathe in the fresh air. She closed her eyes, savoring the p
Everyone had dinner together after arriving at Zekiel’s house. The noise around them never stopped, especially because of the kids—Bea and Dylan’s child was there. “What’s your baby’s name again, Bea?” Quinn asked with a smile, holding the baby’s tiny hands. “His name is Fritz.” “What a beautiful name, baby boy! And you’re so cute!” Quinn cooed happily. “Do you want one like him?” Bea teased, grinning as Quinn nodded while playing with the baby. “Then tell your boyfriend that,” Bea added, making Quinn widen her eyes in shock as she stared at her friend. “How did you two even happen?! I was only gone for a few months, and now you and Kuya are together?!” Claire pretended to scold her friend, making Bea burst into laughter at her reaction. “W-wait! I had nothing to do with that—“ ”Oh, Claire! Quinn here loves me so much—she’s absolutely obsessed with me,” Quinn’s eyes nearly popped out when Timothy suddenly appeared. “You’re so shameless! You twisted the whole story!”
“Y-You’re right, okay okay! Thank you, Louise! I wouldn’t know what to do if everything you said actually happens.” “Don’t forget, I’m always here, Claire. I’m your friend, and I’m ready to stand by you. Alright, bye now, Claire—my meeting starts in five minutes.” “Okay, Louise, thank you. Take care there!” After that call, she went straight to Zoey’s room and saw that the twins were already asleep, while Zekiel was waiting for her. “Why did you take so long?” the young man greeted her. “Louise called to check up on me.” Zekiel frowned at her words. “Louise? I blocked that guy—how was he still able to call you?” Claire’s ears perked up at what Zekiel said, remembering Louise mentioning he couldn’t reach her. “You! You’re the reason Louise couldn’t contact me right away!” Claire whispered sharply, almost shouting, making Zekiel freeze. “M-Me? What did I do?” he stammered, seeing the pain in her eyes. “Louise told me he couldn’t reach me, so he couldn’t tell me sooner
“WHY did you tell him?!” Claire said with wide eyes, whispering to her friends. “S-Sorry, Claire. We had no choice at that time,” Quinn replied. “Besides, it was your brother who came up with that plan, not me!” Claire could only sigh at Bea’s words, unable to look at Zekiel. “Wait, your brother? But isn’t that Timothy? He didn’t say anything back then.” Bea glanced at her friend, realizing that even she didn’t know the full truth about Claire’s past. “Why don’t you ask Timothy? I’m sure he knows something since he’s acquainted with Claire’s brother, Clark.” Quinn shot her boyfriend a sharp look. “A-Ahh, well… it’s a long story,” Timothy awkwardly laughed at his girlfriend. “Hey, my life,” Zekiel called out, causing Claire and her friends to freeze. “I think we should head out now. Let’s go, guys,” Bea said, pulling them away. “Wait, you all still have a lot of explaining to do!” Hero called after them, leaving the two standing by the door. Zekiel approached Claire
“Wait, Bea, I have a question,” Zekiel said, making everyone turn to him—even Claire waited for what he was about to say. “What is it?” “Did you have anything to do with why Mom and Dad showed up at my meeting with the board members back when Camille and I almost got married?” Suddenly, Claire remembered that incident—the very reason she had to go to Gray’s Company in the first place, because of the arranged marriage between Zekiel and Camille. “Ah, about that… Quinn was the one who made that decision, Claire, not me!” Claire frowned at the sudden shift in Bea’s expression, especially since she was looking at her when it was Zekiel who had asked the question, not her. “Why am I being dragged into this?” she asked, glancing between the two friends. “What do you mean you? It was Bea!” Claire only got more confused by what was happening—until the men approached them and Timothy spoke up. “They both said you were the owner of Cs Boutique.” (Flashback) “This is a huge mes
CLAIRE I couldn’t move from where I stood because of what I heard. Suddenly, the words of Kuya Clark and Timothy flashed through my mind. “How did that person get in here?! Don’t you have security?!” Zekiel’s voice rose, and I didn’t stop him because even I was furious about their negligence. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Gray, but this is a hospital. Anyone can enter, and we didn’t expect something like this to happen.” The doctor was right—we shouldn’t blame anyone because, first of all, no one wanted this. Who would’ve thought our daughter would be in danger? “Z-Zekiel, that’s enough. The doctor’s right. All we need to do now is find out who did this,” I said, tightening my grip on his hand, which made him sigh. He stared at me for a long moment before forcing a smile. This was one of the changes in him that I liked—he’d become humbler for me, unlike before when he was so prideful and quick to yell. “Okay, fine. Give me the footage, Doc. We’ll handle it.” The doctor nodd
“Wow! Zekiel said you’d all go out once Zoey recovers,” Bea suddenly said, saving them all and allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief. “Is that so? I hope our daughter wakes up soon,” Claire said sadly, looking at Zekiel. “M-Mommy…” They were startled by the weak voice, but it was loud enough for them to hear. When they turned toward the source, they saw Zoey was awake. “Zoey!” Claire immediately approached the child and asked how she was feeling. “Z-Zoey! You’re awake! How do you feel? How are you, sweetheart?” Claire asked rapidly. “I-I’m okay, Mommy… I’m thirsty…” “She wants water! Call the doctor, hurry!” Claire said frantically. Zekiel moved quickly and handed Claire the water. “Hey, calm down, okay? You’re panicking too much,” the man said to the woman, holding her hand that was clutching the glass of water. Claire finally snapped back to reality and seemed to relax. “Our daughter is fine, take it easy,” Zekiel added with a smile, making her unable to re