For years Hyacinth tried hard to live her life after leaving her childhood home. But she was taken by her father's men and forced her to marry a random rich man to save their company after her sister ran off. Surprisingly, she's marrying her ex-stepbrother. Her first love and first of everything. The man who protects her from her bullies. The man whom she surrenders herself to. What pains her was being the second choice... the substitute bride. For days with Raven, Hyacinth started to fall. From flowers to expensive things. She thought that it was meant for Rosie, her sister. The original bride. But she came back too soon, and that's where she sees that Raven was letting Rosie touch him. Rosie shows ownership toward Raven and even sent her a photo of them together making her decide to divorce him. She fled from him, to another continent. But he found her again and that's the start that Hyacinth get to know him better, through his friends and the people that are close to him. She's falling again and although she's terrified, she let herself fall into him. They start again and Raven shows the same love back when they were teens. However, after leaving Finland something weird arose. Unexplainable accidents and Raven was always involved. That's when she found out that Raven was hiding all of the flowers and letters from a suitors. Then, after that, a horrifying truth came from Raven's mouth, caused by Rosie and an unknown stalker.
View MoreHyacinth For the first time in what felt like forever, we’d finally had days of good sleep. Kelly and Cal seemed to be healing each other—attending therapy together, flanked by three bodyguards and a standby nurse in case Cal had another seizure. But lately, his recovery had been startlingly fast. The shadows under his eyes had lightened, his smiles came easier, and whenever Kelly was near, he looked… happy. I was glad. Relieved, even. Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at me. Cal’s parents still despised Kelly—or rather, they wanted nothing to do with her family. Raven had mentioned some past conflict between them, something buried deep enough that neither side spoke of it openly. All I knew was that they’d once been close. Now? They were strangers with grudges. “Rachel said this gala will expand your business knowledge,” Raven murmured, handing me a thick, embossed invitation. His fingers lingered against mine. “So, you’ll pick out our outfits?” “Yeah, of course.” I
CalI woke up feeling disoriented, my thoughts tangled in a fog. The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, the blinding headlights—a collision that should’ve landed me in a hospital. But this place was warm, cozy, the ceiling above me far too elegant for sterile white walls.Then I felt it—the weight of someone curled against me.I looked down.Kelly.Her dark hair spilled across my chest, her breathing slow and steady. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Why was she here?My head throbbed as I slowly sat up, wincing. She looked different—older, more beautiful. The girl I’d known as a teenager had softened into a woman, her features sharper yet somehow more delicate.Wait.We weren’t kids anymore. There’d been an accident. But right now, with her body pressed against mine, all I could think was—Is this my chance?A reckless impulse took over. Maybe it was the head injury, maybe it was years of wanting her, but before I could stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her.H
***Rosie*** I somewhat enjoyed Eino’s company. He had assigned someone to be the COO of the company temporarily. Since I am currently a partner of the Ruby Empire, I am confident that my assets and my investments are safe. Dad doesn't know about this but then, it’s the Ruby Empire. A known old money rich in Europe. “Is that a new bag?” Karissa asked, one of my best friends. “Yes, someone gifted it to me.” I said and displayed it over the table. The latest 25 Kelly in a platinum gold lock. I don’t know how that man got it, but this one is indeed the latest. There's a two to five year waiting list to get these kinds of bags. Then, I realized that there’s Hyacinth who had a lot of it. Including that little peasant who was always with her. “By the way, have you heard?” Karissa said as she handed her tablet. “There’s this thing going on around New York. The Times… and even in Forbes. The Af Forselles Heiress.” I frowned when there’s Hyacinth’s photo with Raven posing as a modern bill
**Hyacinth**Watching Cal endure the MRI and CT scans after his seizure shattered my heart into pieces. Kelly wept uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the sterile hospital hallway, while Cal’s mother observed her from a distance, her expression unreadable. My chest ached with the weight of unshed tears, but I swallowed them back—I’ve always been good at holding myself together. But now, Cal’s condition is deteriorating. Short-term memory loss? He kept forgetting things—new faces, recent conversations, even the smallest details. I should confess to Cal’s parents—or Kelly’s—that this was my fault. Maybe then they’d stop blaming each other. I didn’t know the root cause of their tension, but their constant fighting was tearing Kelly apart. And deep down, I knew Cal would never want to forget her. There had to be a psychological reason behind his lapses, right? The thought of being forgotten by Raven one day sent a cold shiver down my spine. I glanced at Cal’s mother, my lips part
***Kelly's POV***The Batangas vacation in our private villa had been epic. Now, my casts were finally off, though I still wore supports on my right arm and leg. With my cousin's help, we'd escaped the Philippines - and my father, who would never have approved of this. I'm a grown woman with my own career, about to marry the man I love. So why does this anxiety keep clawing at my chest? I glanced at Patricia, who was pretending to read some business book while yawning for the fifth time. Hyacinth mirrored her exactly. Those two might as well be twins - best friends who shared the same short attention span for anything resembling nonfiction.My gaze traveled across our group - the Sinclair mother-daughter duo, Seth with some Russian woman I didn't recognize. Irene was absent, needed by Darcy back home. And Eino... I remembered with a pang how he'd stayed behind in the Philippines to handle GGC business. The extra security felt oppressive - two bodyguards assigned just to me. I stretc
Kelly I woke up with the same heavy feeling as always—except this time, I didn’t feel satisfied with my sleep. Maybe it was because I felt like I was floating. Not the good kind of floating, like when I’m in Cal’s arms. We loved staying on the yacht, scuba diving—though I never swam much. The vast, beautiful ocean terrified me. The first time I went underwater was as a teenager, and Cal was the one who guided me, leading me through the coral reefs and the vibrant fish that lived there. Damn, I miss Cal. I reached for my phone beside me with my left hand, checking for any missed calls or messages from him. Nothing. Just like every other day. "Miss Kelly?" My private nurse stood by the bed, offering her hand. "Do you need help in the bathroom?" I nodded, letting her assist me. Even my skincare routine was harder now—Mom had to help me with it every night. After washing up and changing, my nurse guided me out, only for us to stop when Eino emerged from his room, shirtless. "Goo
PatriciaI spent the entire evening watching Eino closely, my bottle of water in hand. Tonight, I’d had my fill of alcohol. Observing the dynamics between Eino and Anthony, it became clear. Eino couldn’t take his eyes off Hyacinth, while Anthony seemed far more interested in his phone than anything else happening around him.It wasn't nearly as fun without Cal, Penny, or David around. The usual buzz seemed to be missing, and I found myself slipping into my comfort zone, distant from the others. Anthony noticed me in my bubble and, sensing my solitude, grabbed a bottle of water before making his way over. He sat beside me without hesitation.“So, no fun partying with Grandma Sinclair, huh?” he teased.I smiled, taking a sip of water, “I had fun. I was filming and taking some good photos.”“Did you get a good shot of my muscles?” he asked, clearly pleased with himself.I pulled out Janice’s expensive camera, which had been handed to me earlier. She was busy tossing floaties for photos,
**Hyacinth**I gulped down another glass of cold water, willing myself to sober up. Having the Sinclairs on my yacht made me both nervous and excited. Two weeks wasn’t much time before we had to return to the US, but I was determined to make every moment count. Returning to the marina dock, I greeted Lian and Margarette with a warm smile. “Wow,” Lian gasped, her eyes widening as she pointed to the sleek black-and-platinum yacht. “Is that yours?” “Yes,” I said, pride lacing my voice. “A wedding gift from my husband.” I pulled Margarette into a gentle hug. “Oh, my little Regina,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “My mother-in-law and a few friends are already abroad,” I said, guiding Margarette by the arm as the staff assisted us onto the dock. She tilted her head up, her face softening. “The sky is so clear tonight,” she mused. “Full of stars.” I followed her gaze and nodded. “Just wait—the view only gets better from the water.” Inside, my mother-in-law, Darcy
**Darcy** The scorching Philippine summer clung to the air like a thick, damp blanket as I made my way to the door. I plan to follow where my children are staying, which is where the yacht was parked—a brief escape from the chaos back home. The sun blazed mercilessly, turning the marina into a shimmering mirage. Even the sea breeze carried the salty tang of sweat and sunscreen. When Eino arrived, he looked like he had just run a marathon—his shirt clung to his chest, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His usually sharp features were softened by exhaustion, his breath slightly uneven. “Oh, dear.” I plucked a few tissues from the box on the side table and dabbed at his glistening forehead. “Is the Philippine heat trying to roast you alive?” I teased, though my tone was laced with concern. He let out a breathless laugh, swiping the tissue from my hand to wipe his face. “The heat’s good, Auntie. Makes you appreciate the shade.” He pulled me into a quick hug, press
HyacinthI felt like my stomach was in tight knots. As the gigantic door from the church opened, the bell rang… a wedding… The dress was tight… but it was perfectly fit. I hesitated to step forward, but the wedding planner gestured for me to go on. I started walking slowly, and in the middle was my father. The bastard father that sold me off to save the company. It wasn’t me who was supposed to marry but Rosie. I heard that it was an old man that I was marrying. Rosie, my half-sister whom my father cherished so much, ran off. I was dragged by my father’s men to be in this wedding. Here, thinking that I was marrying an old guy… but to my surprise, someone I hadn’t seen in a while was standing in a white suit. I had a glimpse of my father gritting his teeth in a smile. “Don’t embarrass me, Hyacinth.” My lips pressed, and the pain of being an embarrassment to my father was still there although I should be numb from it. “Marrying your former step-brother isn’t that bad. You were close...
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