Chapter Ninety-Six: That's Embarrassing
Samantha's POV It's been a week since it happened—him as one of our professors while I try to avoid him, seeing him talking with our professors who have a crush on him, including the other students who are drooling over him. It irritates me, and at the same time, I want to drop his class. But I can't. Luckily, it's the weekend. I went to the mall alone. I wanted to relax. As I was walking alone, I saw someone's back. It looked familiar. When he turned around, our eyes met. He seemed surprised when he saw me. "Samantha!" He hurriedly walked toward me and hugged me. "I thought you were abroad?" I asked him. He chuckled and shook his head. "I just got home yesterday," he said before we separated from the hug. "It's been months since we last saw each other. Oh wait, how are you and Diego?" he asked me. I immediately felt uncomfortable with the question. "We'Chapter Ninety-Seven: Serves You Right Samantha's POV It's been days since I last talked to Mom and Dad. I miss them. I sighed as I walked toward the library. It's actually our sports day, but I didn’t join any of the events. Maybe I’ll just spend the day here in the library. Since it was windy, Anna and Jane joined the volleyball game. Adrian is also practicing for tonight's game. He's been asking me to watch his game tonight, but I don’t think I can go. I’m actually not a fan of sports. I’m not a nerd; I just get tired easily with those kinds of activities. I opened the library door, and my gaze immediately went to two people talking inside. I lowered my head as I walked past them. They seemed to be talking seriously. I wanted to hear their conversation, but I chose to walk further away. Why are they here? They’re supposed to be on the field. My heart ached at the thought of how close they seemed. I bit my bottom lip,
Chapter Ninety-Eight: Problem Samantha's POV “Mom, I'm worried. You told me you'd come home at the end of the month,” I said. They looked at each other. Dad let out a heavy sigh while looking at the screen. They had just messaged me that they can't come home this month. “Baby, we can’t. We’re still dealing with something important,” Dad said. I frowned. I thought they were going to come home today. “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to come back. It’s just that we’re too busy, sweetie,” Mom added. I could see how tired they both were. “Mom, Dad, is something wrong with the company? Please, tell me,” I pleaded. Mom looked away while Dad seemed uncertain about whether or not they should tell me the truth. “We don’t want to worry you, Sam, but we’re facing a lot of problems with the company. We’re losing investors because of some stupid mistakes! Your mom and I are doing everything we can to make up for it, but it’s hard,” Dad admitted
Chapter Ninety-Nine: I'm Sorry, I'm Late Samantha's POV “Go, Adrian!” The girls cheered for him. We were sitting on the bench, watching his game. His gaze met mine, and he winked. “I think he really likes you,” Windy said, chuckling. After that annoying meeting in the guidance office, I was about to head home when Adrian stopped me. He was already in his jersey when he showed up, telling me he had a game tonight and asked me to come watch. I was about to decline, as I really just wanted to go home, but he kept insisting. So here I am, with my cousins and Windy, watching his game. He pointed at me, mouthing, “For you,” before sinking a three-point shot. Windy, Jane, and Anna screamed along with the other students as the ball swished through the hoop. “Go, Adrian! Go, Adrian!” The cheerleaders kept shouting. I chuckled at how silly he was being. “Damn, you just laughed,” Anna said, and the three of them stared at
Chapter One Hundred: It Wasn't A Dream Samantha's POV I woke up to find myself in my room. As I sat up, the events of last night rushed back to me. “Nita!” I called out, my voice shaky. She hurried into my room. “Jesus, you're okay,” she said, her voice full of worry as she held my hand. “What happened to you last night? Diego brought you home, and he was bleeding.” So it wasn’t a dream. “Where is he, Nita?” I asked anxiously. She sighed. “He left after bringing you to your room,” she told me. “Wait here, I’ll get your breakfast. You still need to go to school,” she added before leaving. He was bleeding last night. Is he okay? Did he go to the hospital? How did he know where I was? I hurried to the shower, washing off the lingering fear from last night. After getting ready, I put on the red dress we had bought at the mall the other week. I grabbed my sling bag and left the room. “You should eat
Chapter One Hundred-One: Where is She Diego's POV “Why don’t you just tell her?” Jana asked while fixing the bandage on my hand. “What do you think? Does she even believe him?” Harold chimed in. I sighed as Jana finished wrapping the bandage around my arm. “Honey, she would understand if Diego explained everything to her. Samantha seems strong; she would get it,” Jana said to her husband, Harold. “I doubt it. She’s mad at me, and she probably thinks you’re my girlfriend or something,” I said, sitting down beside Harold, my secretary. Harold and Jana had been married for eight years and had kids. Jana would be my acting secretary at the school while Harold managed my company’s paperwork. “By the way, your properties and Jasmine’s assets were divided equally. Your lawyer said everything is settled,” Jana informed me. I nodded. The divorce was done, but my problem now was Samantha. I could tell she was ups
Chapter One Hundred-Two: Am I Dreaming? Samatha's POV I open my eyes and realize I’m in the clinic. “Sam,” Adrian stood up and walked over to me, looking worried. “Are you alright? You just passed out. How are you feeling?” he asked, holding me. But my gaze shifted to the man standing there, staring at me. He stood up. I was about to speak when he walked out of the clinic. He was there, but why didn’t I notice him? “Sam,” Anna, Jane, and Windy rushed inside, looking worried. “Are you okay?” “How are you?” “You didn’t tell me you had a fever.” They all spoke at once, and I couldn’t even understand them. “Guys, relax. Her head will hurt if you keep asking questions. Calm down,” Adrian said. “Who brought me here?” I asked. They exchanged looks. “It was Mr. Presley,” Windy said. I sighed. “Do you want something?” Adrian asked, not waiting for my response. He sto
Chapter One Hundred-Three: Worried Samatha's POV I bit my lower lip, remembering what happened last night. Did he really kiss me back, or was I just dreaming? “What’s wrong with you? Why are you biting your nails?” Nita asked. I stopped what I was doing and pouted. “Why is it that Diego always brings you here unconscious?” she asked curiously. “He looked worried but also angry when he was carrying you last night,” Nita said, looking at me with interest. “I don’t know. He always seems to know where I am. He always shows up when I need help,” I told her. She looked at me. “Are you guys okay now?” she asked while placing cookies on a plate. “We’re not. I mean, I don’t know,” I answered uncertainly. She sighed and gave me my key again. “His assistant gave this to me last night,” she said. I nodded. She was about to say something when her phone rang. She excused herself to answer it. She si
Chapter One Hundred-Four: Problem Samatha's POV I was about to sleep when my phone buzzed. I thought it was Jane or Anna, but I was surprised to see it was Mom calling me. I hurried to answer it. I smiled at the screen, but it faded when I saw their sad faces. “Mom, what is it? What happened? Why do you guys look sad?” I asked worriedly. They looked at the screen while Mom’s face was on the verge of tears. “Tell her, Philip,” Mom said as tears started to fall on her cheeks. I bit my bottom lip while my heart raced. “What is it, Dad? Don’t make me worried,” I told them. Dad looked at me, holding his forehead in frustration. “We’re already bankrupt, baby. We did all we could, but—” Mom began. Dad hugged her. I couldn’t believe it. I covered my face and cried. How could this be happening? “Dad, what about my studies? What about Nita?” I asked. “We’re sorry, baby, but I think we have to fire her now. We couldn’t ev