******Hyacinth*****It has been four days since I last spoke with Anthony. His words still make me think of the possibilities. But maybe… just maybe—I can let him do the investigation. But somehow, it scares me. The thought that the truth reveals that Raven was only playing on me. What if he named most of his assets under my name and everything was illegal? I was back to reality when Kelly spoke to me.I looked at my face, which had fewer scars from my acne breakout. It was clearer than before, and my uneven color had lightened. Kelly had given me the treatment set that I have to use every day and every night. She’s kind of strict. I also had an appointment with a nutritionist who emailed me the meal plan every day. I have my very own nutritionist now who is also a chef that Kelly referred me to. “Alright, you have to come back next week and we’ll have to go down there,” Kelly said as I only nodded. “Uhm, Hyacinth. I don’t know what happened between you and Raven but~~I’m sorry if I
****Raven****I went to pick up my wife at Kelly's clinic. She looked sullen… she looked like she had come from crying. It was supposed to be our dinner but then, my phone rang. An emergency again. Damn it. I kissed her lips as I took her to the condo unit that was a few blocks away from the company. Under it was a fancy restaurant. “We had a penthouse here. We will have dinner downstairs at eight-thirty.”I put the luggage over the coffee table and opened it. “I have Irene packed up a few clothes for you.” My phone rang again. It was four in the afternoon, and I wanted to be with my beloved. “Just go,” Hyacinth said. She looked tired as she rummaged through the luggage. “Bud, you are not fine. I can stay if you want.” She turned to him with creased brows. “I don’t want you to stay and get guilty for making you stay. Just go and finish whatever that is.” “Alright, we had a reservation at eight.” I approached her and although she was cranky I still pulled her waist to my body a
*** Hyacinth ***I never felt so pampered again in my life. Raven put lotion all over my body with a good massage that led us to make love. I have to get up to wash after but Raven makes love again. He falls asleep fast after the second round and when he’s in a deep sleep I gently slip off from him and head to the bathroom to pee and wash myself. I put on a negligee and got into bed as I reached my new phone. Although I knew it was late, I messaged my best friend and apologized to her in a long message for not contacting her when I left. I turned my back from Raven as I checked out the latest photos from Rosie and the fact that I kept in as proof. Then, there’s Rosie’s photos with Raven, claiming him as her lover. It still hurts me. And damn it, I wanted to punch Raven right now, but I just scrolled down to see the latest update from Rosie’s schemes. I froze when it was snatched from me. I sat up and saw Raven taking it away from me as he checked it and scrolled it. He glared at m
I sat beside them in the luxurious room that they settled in. Raven had his eyes closed but he’s not sleeping. He was holding my hand tightly like he was afraid of something. I sighed as I felt guilty for forcing him to speak. He was supposed to be asleep and he woke up angrily upon seeing something on my phone. I stood as I climbed over the bed a little and pressed my ears on his chest. If Raven only knew, that it would hurt me seeing him like this. Irene left a while ago after she put our clothes in the closet. She said that she’ll come back by tomorrow. Raven has to stay in the hospital for a few more tests that’s why we can’t leave yet.“I’m sorry, Bud. I’m sorry for making you overthink.” “Just sleep, Raven,” I mumbled. “Kiss me.” “Tsk, stop asking too much.” He chuckled as he threw his arms at me. Shortly, the door opened and I sat up to look at who it was. Darcy entered as I stood and let go of Raven. To my shock, Darcy approached me quickly, hugging me, and then, she rea
*** Darcy***I went to Hyacinth and Raven’s bedroom back in the mansion. Irene mentioned that she already brought decent clothes but I packed a few more for my son and my daughter-in-law. It’s been a long time since I last saw Hyacinth. The wedding was so soon that I didn’t even make it there. Raven had planned something… calculated something… I don’t know what’s going on with his mind sometimes. I sighed again. My heart felt so heavy whenever I remembered it clearly. Hyacinth was so young. She was beautiful and she fell in love too soon. But I knew that feeling well. I fell in love once… And first love was the sweetest and the most bitter and painful one. I was rummaging through Hyacinth’s things as I noticed the small teddy bear that had a pocket. I took it and checked if the small wooden box that came with it was there. Maybe she already saw it? I put it back there as I packed a nice pair of shoes for Hyacinth and for Raven. “Madam,” Irene, Hyacinth’s official maid, called. “Yes
*** Raven *** As soon as I woke up, the first thing I did was to seek for my wife, afraid that she would leave me again. But seeing her snuggled under my arm like a cat relieves my anxiety. I was like a fool grinning ear to ear as I admired her siren face. I lowered my head and kissed her top head. I wanted to make love to her and wake her up with more kisses but I held myself back. I noticed my phone blinking as I extended my left hand to the other side but since it was connected to the dextrose it was hard to reach it. I scooped Hyacinth as I moved closer and when I had done it, it woke her. “Do you need something?” She asked. “No,” I patted her. “Go back to sleep.” She only hummed and I loved it when she snuggled to my chest. I adjusted the light on my phone and I checked the messages that were bombarded by none other than Rosie. She called many times which I am curious about. When I checked her messages, I was puzzled. She said that she was pregnant and just that thought made
***** Raven *****Another way that relieves my headache and relaxes me is when my wife helps me with the release. I badly wanted to have it with her, but she declined. After dinner, we slacked off, and the doctor came to check on me before he left. He mentioned that I needed to stop smoking, drinking, and whatnot. I didn't catch most of it, but Hyacinth seemed to absorb all of it.After the doctor left, Hyacinth was silent. Then, she called back to the mansion and instructed the maids to get rid of tobacco and cigarettes in the house. I grinned as I felt like a child getting scolded. Yes. I want her to scold me. It just made me hard with the thought of her dominating me.“Stop thinking dirty.” She squinted her eyes at me. She headed to the sofa and prepared blankets and pillows from home.“We are sleeping on the bed, my love.”“Nope. I won’t sleep with you this time.”I tilted my head. I went to bed and turned on the television as she snuggled to the pillow. There was a long silence be
*** Hyacinth*** Like a good wife, I prepared a full meal for my husband, complete with the nutrition that he needed. And along with it were the vitamins that he needed to take. I also make sure that there are no cigarettes around him. He had signs of darkness on his lungs now and he needed to detox to get the nicotine out of his body. I love Raven. And I never lied about that. I also don’t want to stress him further with the questions about him sleeping with Rosie. Or other things that he’s not telling me. I tried to gather more evidence so he’d have no choice but to divorce me. Raven probably didn't know about Rosie’s new messages. But I read Rosie’s texts about her pregnancy and he’s the father. There is proof that Rosie slept with him. I don't know how that happens. But there were a lot of photos of him sleeping with his arms around her. Rosie snuck pictures of it because she knew that Raven would disapprove of it. He wanted me badly so that his health deteriorated. I don’t know
**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
***Raven***Anthony’s demeanor was sincere, almost too much so. I had already had my men comb through his files before he even mentioned the alleged stalking. It seemed his ex-girlfriend was indeed intent on destroying his career. Her actions were calculated, deliberate, and venomous.Anthony’s family wielded considerable power, a status they had achieved largely thanks to their influential clients—Georgina and Eevi, the formidable Af Forselles mother-daughter duo. Georgina’s trust in the firm, and her decision to pass it on to Anthony despite his scandal, spoke volumes. The scandal itself was a tangled web: Anthony’s ex-girlfriend was now engaged to his college rival, a man who had competed with him not only academically but professionally, in several high-stakes cases. Despite the rivalry, Anthony had always excelled in defending his clients, even when the odds were stacked against him.The accusations against Anthony were damning—rape, leveled by the very woman he had once loved. Y
SethI hope Attorney Anthony is genuine when it comes to Madam Hyacinth. She's so kind-hearted that she would easily trust anyone, even with half of her heart. However, this moment does help us eliminate one of our suspects. Everyone has their own secrets, but when Anthony handed me his two phones, there was a hesitation in his gesture."Seth, there are confidential matters that I store in both of my phones, but anything related to Hyacinth, you can have," he said."Of course, sir. You can watch me go through all of it," I replied.He sat beside me as I began combing through his messages and photo gallery. There were pictures of him with Hyacinth, alongside a woman with curly hair—Maggie, I believe. I couldn’t help but wonder why there were so many photos of Hyacinth in his gallery… not just her, but Patricia and a few others as well. It didn’t seem harmful at first glance, but it could either be part of his scheme or perhaps some sort of extreme fixation on Hyacinth.I didn’t find muc
***Hyacinth*** The words on the business textbook blurred together, meaningless shapes on a page. I tapped my pen against my notebook, leaving behind a trail of spirals and half-formed story ideas instead of notes. This wasn’t me. Numbers, strategies, corporate jargon—it all felt like a language I’d never be fluent in. But Raven had insisted, and so here I was, trapped in a role I never wanted. A sigh escaped me, heavy with frustration. “It’s interesting.” Patricia’s voice snapped me back to reality. Of course she found it fascinating. She thrived on structure, on logic, while my mind lived in the spaces between words, in the emotions that couldn’t be quantified. I slumped further in my seat, my pout deepening. “Hyacinth.” A book landed with a sharp thud in front of me. Zian loomed over the table, arms crossed, his usual calm demeanor fraying at the edges. “Are you even listening?” I blinked up at him, deliberately slow. “Can’t Patricia just handle this?” “Hey,” Patri