Antonius Rockwell, the enigmatic CEO of a prestigious company, leads a life of power and influence yet feels a hollow void in his existence. That changes the day he notices Kirsten Zaldua, a diligent delivery girl whose quiet determination and sincerity intrigue him. Struggling to support her ailing mother and balance her studies, Kirsten unknowingly becomes a beacon of hope in Antonius’s sterile world. One fateful afternoon, Antonius watches her collapse from exhaustion in his company lobby. Acting on instinct, he rescues her but conceals his identity, fearing the threats surrounding his life could endanger her. Instead, he sends his brother to assist her, an act he later regrets. To Antonius’s dismay, Kirsten mistakes his brother for her savior and begins a relationship with him. From the shadows, Antonius watches as his brother manipulates her into a toxic situation, leveraging her debts and her mother’s health to control her. Powerless to intervene without revealing the truth, Antonius retreats, heartbroken by his inability to protect the woman who has unwittingly captured his heart. Months later, a chance encounter reignites his connection with Kirsten, leading to an intimate one-night love affair born of misunderstanding. Though their bond deepens, Antonius remains tormented by guilt and longing. When Kirsten discovers he was her true rescuer, a spark of hope reignites between them, but Antonius’s brother, jealous and desperate, threatens her mother’s care, forcing her to break things off. Will Antonius’s love and determination be enough to rescue Kirsten from her nightmare? Or will the weight of her sacrifices pull them apart forever? Only time will reveal if their love can triumph against all odds.
view moreNEWSHe leaned back slightly, studying me with a thoughtful expression. “Helping? Kirsten, you’re making a difference. It’s not just the work you do—it’s the way you carry yourself. People see that. I see that.”My heart fluttered, and I quickly looked down at my hands to hide the blush creeping up my neck. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention, but it felt... good. It felt deserved.Before I could respond, a customer walked into the restaurant, interrupting our conversation. Mr. Reyes gave me one last nod of acknowledgment before turning toward the new guest.“Go ahead and take care of the customer,” he said with a smile. “We’ll talk more later.”I nodded, still flushed from the exchange, and walked over to greet the new arrival. As I made my way to the table, I couldn’t help but replay Mr. Reyes’s words in my head. It was more than just praise—it was validation. For once, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was meant to do.The evening carrie
POVIt wasn’t entirely true, but he wasn’t ready to admit, even to himself, that his curiosity was entirely personal.Antonius’s mind raced as he watched Kirsten disappear down the street, the soft hum of her bike fading into the distance. He tried to shake off the feeling of curiosity, but it clung to him, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched.His assistant, still standing by his side, glanced at him, unsure of the abrupt shift in his mood.“Are you sure, sir?” the assistant asked, trying to assess the situation.Antonius gave a small nod, his gaze lingering on the empty street where she had vanished.“Set up the meeting. I want to know everything about the delivery company she works for. The sooner, the better.” His voice was steady, but there was an underlying edge to it, one that betrayed just how much his thoughts had been consumed by this simple, yet inexplicably compelling, girl.The assistant, though still puzzled, didn’t dare question him further. “Of course, sir. I’ll mak
NOTICEDWalking into the sleek lobby, I felt the familiar pang of inadequacy, but I kept my head high.“Delivery,” I told the receptionist, handing over the package.As I waited for her to sign the receipt, I couldn’t help but glance around. The polished floors, the soft hum of air conditioning, the sharp-dressed employees—it was a world so different from my own. But for a moment, standing there, I let myself imagine what it would be like to belong.“Thank you,” the receptionist said, snapping me out of my thoughts.I nodded, forcing a polite smile before turning to leave. As I stepped outside, the cool evening air greeted me, carrying with it a sense of both relief and longing. Another day was done, another small victory won.And as I pedaled home under the glow of the streetlights, I reminded myself of the prayer I had whispered the night before. Strength, not miracles—that was what I needed. And with each passing day, I felt myself growing stronger, ready to face whatever tomorrow
NEW DAYBefore heading to bed, I glanced at my phone and saw the delivery schedule for the next day. Another drop-off at Rockwell Corporation. My heart gave a small flutter—was it excitement, or just the hope that tomorrow might bring something new? I wasn’t sure.As I lay there in the dim light of the small room, the weight of the day settled on my shoulders. I could feel the thin mattress beneath me, the fabric worn and soft from years of use. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, but it was a silence I had come to know well—a kind of quiet that wrapped itself around my thoughts, leaving me alone with my hopes and fears.Tomorrow felt like another battle, another challenge to face, but I had learned not to fear the challenges. They were part of the rhythm of my life now. My heart still fluttered at the thought of the delivery tomorrow—Rockwell Corporation. Every time I stepped into their sleek, glass-and-steel building, I couldn't help but feel a spark of something. Maybe i
DELIVERYHer teasing softened, her gaze turning more tender. I caught a glimpse of something in her expression—maybe understanding, or maybe just the kindness she always extended to me. She’d seen so many faces pass through this lobby, yet there was something about me that seemed to linger in her mind. Perhaps it was my humility, or maybe the quiet hope that I carried, despite the weariness that seemed to be etched into every inch of my body.“I’ll see what I can do,” Grace said, her voice gentle as she took the package from me.“Thank you,” I said, offering a small but sincere smile. I adjusted my bag and turned to leave, my feet moving faster as I neared the door. I wanted to escape this grand lobby, this world that always reminded me of the gap between my life and the one I dreamed of. As I hurried to exit the lobby, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something in the air had changed. It wasn’t that anything specific had happened, but the weight of this building, the polished floor
THE BEGINNINGI am Kirsten Zaldua.I stood in front of the towering Rockwell Corporation building, feeling small and out of place. My reflection stared back at me from the glass doors—tired, determined, but undeniably weary. Hugging the insulated delivery bag tightly against my chest, I braced myself for what lay ahead.This wasn’t my first delivery to this company, but somehow, the nerves always got to me. The polished marble floors, the sharp suits of the employees walking briskly inside, the hum of luxury and power that seemed to fill the air—it always reminded me of a world I desperately wanted to be part of but knew I didn’t belong in.Tightening my grip on the bag, I took a deep breath and tried to push away the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind. But they always found a way to resurface. Life wasn’t always like this for me.When I was younger, we had a simple but happy life. My mom, Olivia Zaldua, was an accountant for a small company, while my dad, Elias, worked as a cons
THE BEGINNINGI am Kirsten Zaldua.I stood in front of the towering Rockwell Corporation building, feeling small and out of place. My reflection stared back at me from the glass doors—tired, determined, but undeniably weary. Hugging the insulated delivery bag tightly against my chest, I braced myself for what lay ahead.This wasn’t my first delivery to this company, but somehow, the nerves always got to me. The polished marble floors, the sharp suits of the employees walking briskly inside, the hum of luxury and power that seemed to fill the air—it always reminded me of a world I desperately wanted to be part of but knew I didn’t belong in.Tightening my grip on the bag, I took a deep breath and tried to push away the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind. But they always found a way to resurface. Life wasn’t always like this for me.When I was younger, we had a simple but happy life. My mom, Olivia Zaldua, was an accountant for a small company, while my dad, Elias, worked as a cons...
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