Arwena felt dazed as Tandre led her out of the coffee shop. She could hear her mom calling her, but it was as if she had lost the ability to turn around. Her gaze remained fixed on her hand, which was being held by Tandre."Arwena, what's going on?" her dad asked in a hushed voice.Arwena felt like she had just woken up from a deep sleep. She blinked repeatedly and pulled her hand back from Tandre's grip."N-nothing," she replied, but her eyes drifted to Nathan, who was sleeping soundly in her dad’s arms. She then glanced briefly at Tandre."Good evening, sir," Tandre greeted her dad politely, though his eyes lingered on the child in his arms.Thankfully, Nathan was asleep. If he had been awake, it would have added to Arwena's worries—she was certain he would have called her "Mama."Arwena intentionally positioned herself between her dad and Tandre. She had noticed that Tandre kept staring at Nathan as if wanting to see the boy's face, which was resting against his grandfather's neck.
"Tandre," Arwena said, pulling away from Archie, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief.Archie’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists, visibly annoyed. He was seconds away from confronting Tandre, but his restraint—thanks to Arwena’s presence—kept him in check. If it weren't for her, Archie would have already thrown Tandre out of the coffee shop without hesitation.The two men shared a brief but intense stare. After a long moment, Archie shifted his gaze back to Arwena."Do you know him?" Archie’s voice dropped, taking on a deeper, more commanding tone that surprised Arwena. His restless eyes shifted between her and Tandre, clearly trying to gauge the situation.Arwena forced a small, strained smile. She knew this was part of their plan—Archie pretending to be her fiancé and Nathan’s father—but the awkwardness of the moment was almost too much to bear."How do you know him, Wena?" Archie’s voice grew more insistent, his frustration evident in the silence that followed her no
"Fiancée?" Tandre echoed, stunned, his fists tightening as he watched Archie gently stroke Arwena’s chest.He could have touched her back—why her chest? Fury surged within Tandre. He had no right to feel this way but couldn’t stop it. His breath quickened, and he feared he might punch Archie at any moment."Yes, she's my fiancée," Archie responded confidently. "So back off! Leave us alone!" he added, his tone dripping with arrogance relishing the jealousy eating away at Tandre.Tandre’s face reddened, his eyes narrowing with fury, but instead of storming off, he smirked and sat down in the chair beside Arwena. He wasn’t going to let anger or jealousy get the better of him."What are you doing?" Archie asked, irritated, but Tandre shot him a sharp glare.Archie realized that his brother wasn’t just emotionally stubborn but physically bold too. Tandre grasped Arwena’s hand, shamelessly stroking it just as Archie had stroked her chest."Are you alright, Arwena? Do you want me to take you
"Arwena, what is it? Are you going to stay quiet? Are you just going to let me go crazy trying to figure out what kind of special connection you have with my brother?"Archie had been repeatedly asking his friend Arwena about the "special connection" his brother mentioned.After what Archie had seen and done earlier to Tandre, Arwena was terrified. She feared Archie might use whatever he discovered against his brother, and she didn’t want Nathan to be caught in the crossfire of their sibling rivalry.“Wena, if you think I’m going to stop bugging you, think again. So you better spill if you want some peace around here,” Archie said, his voice impatient.Arwena regretted going with Archie. She hadn’t had a choice; if only she hadn’t raised her voice at her mother earlier, she and Nathan could have gone home to their place instead of ending up at Archie’s condo.She knew how relentless Archie could be. He wouldn't stop until she told him the truth.“I’ll tell you tomorrow, Archie,” Arwen
Farah’s smile widened as Tandre clasped her hand and drew her closer to his body. Though she had been the one intent on seduction, she now found herself succumbing to the magnetic pull of his presence.The simplest touch from him sent a thrilling jolt through her. Heat rose beneath her skin, and her thoughts spiraled into forbidden fantasies she could barely contain.Who wouldn’t fall for a man like Tandre? Handsome, wealthy, and utterly captivating. The thought of being with him made her pulse race. She longed to explore every inch of him, to experience the kind of pleasure she knew she’d crave forever.Sliding her arm around his, she leaned in, her voice soft and inviting. “Where are you taking me, Tandre?”Tandre’s expression remained unreadable as he cast her a brief, wordless glance.Undeterred, Farah pressed her chest against his arm, determined to shatter his calm exterior. If anyone could light the fire within him, it was her.“It’s fine if you don’t answer,” she said, her ton
"What the heck, Farah? You smell terrible!" Jake pinched his nose, glaring at his girlfriend as though she’d just crawled out of a dumpster. "Is this your idea of fun? Playing in trash or sewers?" he asked with a sarcastic laugh.Despite his disgust, Jake couldn’t help but laugh.He knew how much Farah valued her cleanliness and appearance, so whatever had happened to her, it was clear it wasn’t intentional."Seriously, Farah! Where have you been? Did you get tired of cozying up to the wealthy men you’re trying to con, so you decided to dive into a dumpster instead?" Jake teased, barely containing his laughter as he watched her face twist in frustration."Shut up! You’re not funny!" Farah snapped, stomping into their room, anger radiating off her.She was livid at Tandre for what he had done to her. He had humiliated her in front of everyone, leaving her utterly embarrassed as the crowd laughed. Even worse, no one helped her; they let her walk away from the dumpster while Tandre didn’
Arwena felt lethargic and unmotivated, as if she were utterly exhausted. She hadn’t slept well the night before; not only did her conversation with Archie drag on for too long, but she also couldn’t get Tandre out of her mind.Now, she stood dazed, staring at the keys in her hand without knowing which one to use to unlock the coffee shop door. Her thoughts were consumed by Tandre and Archie and the potential developments in the coming days that she knew she had to prepare for.“If you just tell Tandre the truth, Wena. He’s Nathan’s real father, so he has the right to know. It’s wrong to hide this from him,” Archie had insisted the night before, urging her to take this step.But no matter what Archie said, Arwena remained resolute in keeping the truth from everyone, especially Tandre. What she wanted was to resolve the issues with the coffee shop, return to Maine, and have a peaceful life with Nathan. That’s why she had chosen not to tell her parents what had happened to her; she didn’
“Stay away! Please leave me alone!” Arwena shouted repeatedly.She couldn’t even bear to look at Jake. Instead, she sank to the floor, covering her ears. Her trembling hands shocked Jake.He stood frozen, confused, just staring at Arwena. But after a moment, he seemed to gather himself. Despite his confusion, he slowly approached her.He sat down in front of her. “Weng, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I have no intention of doing anything bad to you,” he explained.He reached out to comfort her, but she shrieked even louder, pleading for him to leave her alone as if something terrible was about to happen.“Weng, what’s happening to you? Why are you acting this way?” Jake asked, his voice laced with concern.He admitted to himself that he had been looking at Arwena differently earlier. He had felt an attraction to her. He couldn’t help it; she was incredibly beautiful. But it was just a fleeting desire, nothing more.He never intended to harm her. He wanted to comfort and pamper
After Arche and Louie's wedding, Tandre and Arwena quickly returned to the country, knowing that in just a few months, their little bundle of joy would arrive. The excitement and anticipation of meeting their baby girl filled their days.Finally, the long-awaited day had come—the day Baby Natalia would be born.Inside the hospital, the family gathered outside the labor room. The atmosphere was tense with excitement, worry, and impatience. Everyone was eager to see Baby Natalia and to make sure Arwena was safe.Tandre, however, was the most restless of them all. He paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair and glancing at the labor room door every few seconds. His heart raced with joy and worry, unsure of what to expect.Minutes felt like hours as they waited. Tandre tried to calm himself, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. “Will Arwena be okay? What if something goes wrong?” he thought, his palms sweaty and his breathing uneven. He wanted to be str
Four months after Tandre and Arwena's wedding, Archie and Louie decided to get married. Despite being family-centered and private, their wedding day was filled with deep emotion and beauty, but it was not without its challenges and moments of tension. Although it is a joyous celebration for them, it comes with society's judgment and harsh opinions that, at times, overshadow the happiness they are trying to embrace.Archie and Louie have been together for months, sharing a bond so strong that no amount of prejudice or criticism can tear them apart. But, like any same-sex couple in a world that isn't always accepting, their love is met with judgment from the people around them. From family members to strangers, their relationships face obstacles that are impossible to ignore.For Louie, the pressure was too much. Growing up in a family that still held traditional values, he heard whispers and hurtful words. Some family members, including some distant relatives, could not understand why
Two months after Tandre’s romantic proposal at the gazebo of Hotel Denovan—a place that once bore witness to one of the saddest chapters in Danreve’s life when Arwena rejected his marriage proposal—things took a different turn.Danreve had knelt, holding a ring in his hand, as the sky lit up with fireworks he had prepared for the woman he cherished most. He had promised himself to replace all of Arwena’s painful memories with joy.The proposal fulfilled one of Arwena’s long-held dreams. Danreve put in great effort to decorate the gazebo with small lights that look like fireflies, along with red and white roses, symbolizing pure and genuine love.Arwena’s heart overflowed with happiness at Danreve’s grand gesture. She hadn’t expected him to go to such lengths. Although she once resented him for forcing her to sign a marriage contract, that was in the past. Danreve had kept all his promises to her, never falling short as a husband and a father to Nathan and the baby in her womb.For Arw
Archie sighed repeatedly, his gaze following Louie as he retrieved an umbrella from the car. His heart stirred with a mixture of longing and frustration. He liked Louie, deeply, but he had learned to keep his feelings at bay. He had stopped flirting with him, knowing full well where it would lead—only to heartache.Louie was a real man, strong and genuine. Even though Archie couldn't help but notice the small signs that Louie might feel something for him too, he was afraid to take the risk. He knew that someday, Louie would find a woman who could give him the love he truly deserved, a woman who could fulfill the needs he had as a man.And so, Archie had learned to keep his emotions in check. Every time Louie came into his presence, his heart would thunder in his chest, but he had forced himself to accept that Louie was nothing more than his assistant and friend. Nothing more."Sir Archie..." Louie called out, his voice snapping Archie from his thoughts as Louie ran toward him, umbrell
"My queen," Tandre whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. His voice was tender and full of affection, and his touch made her heart skip a beat.She had been on the verge of drifting off to sleep, the peaceful lull of the night calling to her, but how could she refuse her husband, who had just returned from work and seemed determined to work his magic on her?“You smell so good, my queen,” he murmured, his voice warm and inviting, just as she turned to face him.His gaze was intense and inviting, and he bit his lower lip, his eyes dark with desire.Without thinking, her hands instinctively found their way to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. His eyes sparkled even brighter, and his smile deepened in response.She couldn’t help but feel as though she was being drawn in by the way he looked at her. His eyes spoke volumes of his love for her, conveying that she was the most beautiful woman in the world—his world.“You’re
"My queen," Tandre softly called to his wife, a gentle affection in his voice. Arwena immediately smiled, her heart warming at the sound of his words. He had been watching her for a while, patiently waiting for her to finish what she was doing. And now, with her task finally completed, he couldn't resist approaching her. Arwena shook her head with a knowing smile, fully aware of the silent longing that had been building in her husband. She knew he was eager to be close to her. He wanted to embrace her, to kiss her, but because of the warning she'd given him—that she wouldn’t join the Denovan Jewelry launch—he had held back. "Are you done?" he asked softly, his hand resting gently on her shoulder, caressing it with tenderness. Arwena responded with a sweet smile and a playful sparkle in her eyes. How could she not smile? Tandre's intentions were as clear as day. He wanted something more. He wanted to kiss her, and she could see it in the way he bit his lower lip, his gaze never le
After a deafening gunshot that made Arwena squeeze her eyes shut tightly, a series of explosions reverberated through the conference room, causing her breath to catch in her chest. Time seemed to slow as the violent sounds echoed in her ears. She was crying, but no sound came out—her mouth was open, but her voice had abandoned her. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and her lips quivered as her body shook with the shock. Tandre, on the other hand, held her firmly, pressing her against him as if to shield her from the chaos. He held his breath too, certain that it was the end for them. He had accepted that it was their last day together. They remained locked in that embrace, a tense silence stretching between them, until the frantic shouting of police officers and the bomb squad’s urgent commands filled the conference room. The sharp contrast between the quiet aftermath of the explosions and the chaos of the responders was disorienting. Farah, caught completely off guard by th
“No, Wena! Don’t go in—” Tandre shouted, his voice desperate, but his plea was abruptly cut off when the cold barrel of a gun was shoved against his forehead.“Shut up!” Farah snapped, her voice trembling with rage as her finger twitched dangerously on the trigger. “You’ve been pushing me too far, Tandre! I’ve had enough of you!”“Don’t do this, Farah, please!” Tandre pleaded, his tone raw with sincerity, his eyes locking onto hers. “I’m begging you. I’ll do anything—just leave Arwena out of this.”Even as he faced the weapon aimed at him, not once did Tandre fear for his own life. His only concern was for Arwena. The mere thought of her being harmed made his chest tighten with a suffocating pain.Janica clenched her fists at his words, the weight of them stabbing into her like a cruel dagger. Hearing the man she loved beg for another woman crushed her heart, each word twisting the knife deeper.“I said shut up!” Farah’s eyes blazed with fury, her voice rising. “No amount of begging wi
“F-Farah!” Janica exclaimed, her voice trembling as though she had been jolted awake from a deep sleep by the gunshot that echoed in the room. Her lips quivered, and her wide, panicked eyes fell on the man lying lifeless and bloodied on the floor. “What the…” Her voice trailed off as she clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block out the deafening chaos. Her gaze darted around the room, searching for an explanation. Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on Tandre, crouched on the floor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The veins in his arms bulged, a silent testament to his barely contained fury. She wanted to scream, to lash out at Farah for her brutality. The man Farah had mercilessly shot was innocent, unrelated to their petty grievances and unending hatred. “How…?” Janica’s voice cracked as the words faltered. Shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes welled with tears. Her gaze lingered on the bloodstained hole in Tandre’s suit, and her trembl