“Denny! Oh, my boy,” Chloe cried even louder. Her sobs became uncontrollable.“Mom, what’s going on?” Denny was still confused, and he was in a dilemma seeing his mom in so much sadness and despair. He moved closer to embrace Chloe as she seemed hesitant to reach her arms out to hug her son. Denny’s heart slightly ached at the indescribable sadness on his mom’s face. Chloe’s eyes had reddened, and tears were endlessly streaming down her cheeks, no matter how often she wiped her face with the soft cotton handkerchief in her hands. She felt her heart was being crushed. She did not wish for anything like any of these to happen. Not with Desmund and Denisse, and most especially not with Denny. But she now realized she made a terrible move judging a person she should have never done without making sure her actions won’t bite her back in her heels. It was like she threw a ball, and it bounced on the wall, hitting her back so hard. The words she said to Aleah were usual. Any mother would ha
Denny apologized when he realized he seemed to have taken a different turn from what they were talking about."I'm sorry, dad, please continue," Denny shook his head as if clearing his mind. He cannot understand why he would feel a pinch of pain in his heart whenever he thinks of Trisha. It started the last night they passionately shared together, which he was thinking about having a talk with her the next day, but Desmund happened. And until now, his mind was not settled, and he was becoming even more restless. Worried about something he could not identify, no idea about what and why."Desmund is facing a murder case," Franco made his words quick."A what?! Murder?" Denny felt fright creeping all over his being."Yeah, but he is mentally ill. He is not in his stable mind," Franco hurriedly replied. Denny was astounded to see his dad looked like pleading for Denny to understand. "If you knew he is mentally ill and to the extent of murdering people, you should have been more careful
Denny dialed Trisha's phone. It rang. It kept ringing but unanswered. "Hon- Aleah, please answer the phone," Denny whined as he drove home. Denny found it hard to call her "honey" knowing all these ugly happenings. He feels too ashamed to dare be intimate with the woman a family of his had murdered. Insane or not, the family of the victim would still mourn losing the only parent left by their sides. "God…" Denny could not help his tears clouding his eyes as the thought of pain Aleah was going through right now stings his heart sharply. "This is so unfair…" he clenched his jaw as he whined, driving with a single hand while the other arm wiped his tears, clearing his sight.He dialed again. But like earlier, his call was not answered. A lot of thoughts were attacking his busy mind. "She must hate me and everyone related to the murderer. I can't blame her. I don't blame her. She has every right to hate whoever did these awful things to her family."During the time he was calling, no
“Boss, we’re here,” one of Don Carlo’s men called to inform him Denny had already arrived.“Don’t take his blindfold just yet. Take him in to the study room,” Trixie replied before Don Carlo could ever say anything.The men did as told, and Denny did not resist. He walked where he was led to go. He heard the phone conversation, and he was confident he would soon see Aleah. His heartbeats were racing. He felt like ice walls surrounded him and that even without the wind blowing, he felt like he was going to freeze in fear and anxiety. Soon he felt being guided to a cushiony chair—a couch. “Please have a seat,” the guy who picked him up and blindfolded him politely said. They were told to be respectful to the man they were taking to meet their boss, so they did not dare be rude. And so Denny was comfortable despite the fact that he was being taken with no way to know where they were going.Next, the man removed the cloth that covered his eyes. Denny did not rush to open his eyes. He was
Denny and Don Carlo cleared their throats as they gathered themselves again from embarrassment. They sheepishly smiled at Angela, peeking behind the lady if Aleah also saw what just happened. "Hi, honey…" Denny blurted out as soon as his eyes caught the sight of the woman he had been longing to see. The feeling of embarrassment from what just happened was long forgotten, along with the feeling of anxiety he was drowning with, ever since he could not reach her over the calls he had made. The familiarity to call her "honey" as usual, prevailed, and as if nothing weird ever happened within the hours they have been apart, Denny felt home even from just the sight of Aleah. "Honey, what's wrong?" Denny worriedly asked as he noticed Aleah's face had ashen. His steps became quick and in a flash, he was next to Aleah's side. "Where do you feel hurt?" He asked so worriedly.Aleah was lost for words to say. She looked past Denny, and her eyes searched for Angela. "It's okay, sweetie, calm do
It must have been due to the sedatives given to Aleah that she was not overwhelmed, although she could feel overjoyed. She was smiling with tears stubbornly flooding her face. Aleah did not make her cries heard, but her nose had reddened from her continuous pinching on it to hold her tears back somehow. She was as happy as a clam to see the father of her children bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to know he was now a dad to twin babies. His cheerful mood was more than enough for Aleah to be convinced that this man would never ask her to do any harm to the little beings in her womb.“Honey, I am so sorry. I feel so awful that I made you think I will react negatively to such wonderful news,” Denny was still ecstatic despite his sight being blurry due to the tears in his eyes. “I can’t begin to imagine how I have been so mean around and beside you all these times for you to worry and feel frightened I would be such an ass to you and our little ones,” Denny added.Denny reached for the holder
"How do you want to deal with the murderer?" Denny asked cautiously as he fed Aleah. They were alone in the room as the owner of the house had already left to give them privacy. Denny did not let Aleah know anything about his relationship with the person involved. He wanted to hear Aleah's opinion decisions, and whatever she wanted to be done will tell him what to do. He was after knowing her personal thoughts about the matter from a spectator's point of view. "I wish to fight and get the justice my mom deserved," Aleah spoke firmly, but her resolute mind seemed to soften. Sadness cloaked her. "But I don't know how. I don't have the strength because the doctors said I have to rest and make sure my babies are safe. I fainted when I heard my mom's heart stop beating, and I almost had a miscarriage. I can't be reckless and let another bleeding happen, or I might lose them along with my mom," she added. Her voice was shaking in fear, even from just the thought of it. "Honey, I am here.
“I assume you are my nephew and niece’s dad?” Yohan greeted with a stern face, but a faint smile was on his face. “Yohan, I am Denny Vero. And yes, I am the proud daddy of your lovely nephew and niece,” Denny smiled nervously, but his jovial mood was so potent to be ignored.“Thank you for your help,” Yohan shook hands with Denny’s extended hand. “I will make sure to get the justice we deserve, no matter what happens. Please trust my words,” Denny firmly stated. “I just had a call from one of my dad’s former men,” Yohan’s aura became stern and serious so suddenly that the three people in front of him froze in attention to focus on whatever Yohan was about to say. “They were offering assistance if I ever want to get into Military training, but I cannot leave my sister in the middle of all that is happening right now,” Yohan frowned in frustration. “They told me I can join their next mission after a year of training if I start now, or I will have to be assigned to another troop if I