TYSHA
I still couldn't get over the pictures of Rue, Jeff, and me.
I felt like I looked so obviously mesmerized by Rue! I hate it! I couldn't even bring myself to look at our pictures for more than a moment.
Thankfully, after that, we decided to grab a snack first. Somehow, my mind drifted away from thinking about my embarrassing moment.
“Uncle, I want a unicorn,” Jeff requested as we came across different booths offering games with prizes. He pointed to the unicorn stuffed toy prizes at one of the game booths.
"Alright," Rue declared, determination in his voice as he took the lead towards the booth. However, I swiftly dashed his hopes, drawing from my childhood memories of countless amusement park visits.
"It's not for sale. You have to play to win one," I clarified firmly. Rue glanced at me, contemplating for a moment b
RUEAs I watched Tysha and Jeff walk away, my gaze lingered on the unicorn stuffed toy Tysha handed me. It had attracted attention from passersby, but at that moment, I couldn't care less about the curious glances.Holding onto the plush unicorn, I felt a strange sense of comfort. Somehow, I wanted to keep it with me as a reminder of the day Tysha encouraged me to heal my inner child I didn’t know was wounded.Reflecting on her words about healing my inner child, I realized that maybe there were parts of myself that I hadn't fully acknowledged were wounded.Following Jeff's request, we headed to the Wonderwheel for our final ride of the day. Though the sun had already set, its golden-orange glow still painted the sky, casting a warm hue over the surroundings, tinting everything in shades of yellow.As we finall
TYSHA "Don't be stubborn, Jeff. Listen to Teacher Tysha and Uncle Rue, okay? We'll be back tomorrow," Cindy instructed her son over the phone. "Okay, Mommy," Jeff replied, a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he bravely accepted his parents' decision. I felt proud of him for being such a good boy. After speaking to her son, Cindy decided to talk to Rue and me as well. Jeff handed me the phone, and I saw Cindy's tired eyes on the video call. Cindy's stress was evident in the weary lines etched across her forehead, creasing her usually smooth complexion. Her eyes, usually bright and lively, now appeared tired and heavy-lidded, with dark circles forming underneath. There was a tense set to her jaw, and her lips were pressed together in a thin line, betraying the weight of her worries. Despite her efforts to maintain c
TYSHA I stayed with Rue and Jeff throughout the night, knowing that Cindy and Patrick wouldn't be able to return home. The next morning, Rue cooked breakfast while I helped Jeff tidy up, and later, I even assisted him with showering. It felt like we were participating in a one-day parents challenge, taking care of Jeff and managing household chores together. After dropping Jeff off at school, Rue offered to drive me home. "I'll talk to your parents on Sunday. Would that be okay?" Rue suggested before I left his car, dropping me off at home. I couldn't believe he was actually willing to talk to my parents to ask for their permission. It felt like something out of a movie, a guy asking my parents for permission to take me to prom. "Yeah, start thinking of a good reason," I smirked, feeling a sense of playful banter
TYSHA "You'll need a bunch of lingerie for your three-day trip with Mr. Billionaire," Barra remarked, not bothering to keep her voice down as we walked through the mall. The sudden attention from passersby made me feel self-conscious, their judgmental stares weighing heavily on me. "Oh gosh," I muttered under my breath, feeling embarrassed and exposed by Barra's indiscreet comment. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Barra's words hit me. "Barra!" I exclaimed, quickly covering my friend's mouth in an attempt to silence her. But she paid no heed to the people around us, continuing to speak loudly. "What? My gut is telling me that you guys will have explosions on that island! I'm so excited for you!" she exclaimed, gesturing explosions wildly with her hands. Despite her a
RUE “I think you’re in danger, bro,” Rij muttered when I told him about my planned trip with Tysha. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. “You’re overreacting,” I replied dismissively. Rij felt the need to elaborate on his warning. “Because this is something you never did for any woman!” he pointed out, which was undeniably true. To be honest, I didn't quite understand what was happening to me either. As I reflect on my interactions with Tysha, I can't shake this strange feeling stirring within me. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before, and it's driving me nuts. There's a warmth in her presence, a comfort in her smile that I can't seem to resist. It's as if she has this magnetic pull that draws me closer to her, making me do things I've never done before. I find myself thin
TYSHA "Are we really alone on Isla Llevaste? Like, literally?" I asked Rue as we made our way to the rooftop of the SlumberLux building, the company that he made from scratch. He had decided to fetch me at dawn on Monday so we could have more time on his private island. I hadn't been able to sleep after he talked to my parents yesterday and also after overthinking the things that Bryse told me. I also needed to prepare my luggage so that I would not miss anything. "Nope. Don't worry, there'll be staff to help us out. They run the resort and take care of everything when guests are around," Rue reassured me. I let out a sigh of relief hearing that. Gosh. Thank goodness! My mind was racing with thoughts since last night, thinking we would literally be alone in a private island. What if we were stranded there without
RUE As we landed on the white powdery shore of Isla Llevaste, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. Memories flooded my mind, reminding me of the times I sought refuge on this island when I didn't feel welcome at home. This place and the people working here had welcomed me wholeheartedly during those difficult times. Growing up, feeling unwanted was a constant struggle for me. As the illegitimate child of my father, the Colterzons looked down on us. My mother, Cindy, and I had to work tirelessly just to earn their acceptance. It was a challenging time, but we persevered in the face of hardship. “Rue!” The old woman whom I once treated as my second mother immediately rushed towards me as soon as we came out of the helicopter, her arms open wide for a hug. “Cecilia,” I greeted with a smile, embracing her warmly as she wrapped her arms around m
TYSHA I dragged the KJ Rue with me toward his yacht. The closer I got, the more I realized it wasn't an ordinary yacht. It screamed luxurious vibes. My lips couldn't help but part in awe. Approaching his yacht, I was amazed by its fancy look. The outside sparkled in the sunlight, with shiny metal and smooth lines making it look super cool. The deck was big, with comfy chairs and fancy stuff all around. Getting closer, I saw how neat and tidy everything was. It seemed like the yacht had just been cleaned, and it smelled really nice too. Rue guided me as we climbed aboard his yacht. Stepping on board, I felt like I was in a fancy hotel. The rooms were big, with cozy seats and cool stuff everywhere. As I walked around, I could tell a lot of effort went into making the yacht look so awesome. It showed how rich Rue was and how he liked to live in luxury.
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
RUE“I won’t marry Rue.”I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Tysha’s words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like they were trying to make sense but failing miserably.When she accidentally answered my call, I didn’t hang up, especially when I heard my grandfather’s voice talking to her. I was mad at Grandpa for offering Tysha money to marry me, but I stayed silent because I wanted to hear her answer. I never expected her answer would break me.“Our relationship is not a transaction, Mr. Colterzon. Just so you know. While I appreciate your concern for our future, marrying him should come from our hearts, not a financial incentive,” I heard Tysha continue. “So, no. I won’t marry him for money.”After that, I ended the call before she even noticed I was listening to her conversation with my grandfather.I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at my grandfather for interfering, for thinking that money could solve everything. But Tysha’s words cut deeper. She didn’t want to marry me, eve
TYSHA“You wouldn’t be able to drive us home?” I asked Rue on the other line. I had just finished all my classes for the day when he called.“No. We just had an emergency meeting at the company. But I’ll send Fred,” he offered, but I immediately refused.“No need. I can drive us myself.”“Okay. Just tell the kids I’ll visit them later,” Rue said before ending the call.As I continued gathering my things to leave the faculty room, one of my co-teachers approached me with a curious look.Tysha, someone’s looking for you,” my co-teacher whispered, nodding toward the entrance. I glanced up from my stack of papers, my heart doing a little flip. Who could it be? A parent? Another teacher? “Huh? Really?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my pulse quickened. The school day had been ordinary so far, and I wasn’t prepared for any surprises.“Yes. He’s waiting in the parking lot, with lots of convoys,” my co-teacher grinned, clearly enjoying my confusion. With my co-teacher's grin, the first
TYSHARue wanted to introduce our kids to his mother and grandfather and the thought of it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Like, gosh!I couldn't help but overthink the whole situation. His grandfather had always hated me, ever since I was with Bryse. He did everything in his power to separate us before. And now, after all this time, I was terrified that his hatred for me would extend to our children.What if Rue’s grandfather took one look at them and saw nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes? What if he couldn't see them for the wonderful kids they are and only saw my flaws? The idea of my kids being judged or rejected because of my history was unbearable.I kept imagining different scenarios, each worse than the last. Would his grandfather's anger flare up the moment he laid eyes on them? Would he blame them for the messy past I had with his family? I could almost see the disapproval in his eyes, and feel the tension in the room.Rue seemed confident that things would be f
TYSHA“This is their picture?” Rue asked as I handed him the photo album, filled with pictures of our kids. After they had fallen asleep, he had suddenly asked to see some photos of them. Luckily, I had been making albums of their milestones.“Yeah, right after they were born,” I said proudly, sitting beside him on the couch and joining him in looking at the pictures.Rue carefully stared at each photo, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and regret, as if trying to relive the moments he had missed. Each image seemed to pull him deeper into a past he wasn't part of, yet desperately wished he had been.He traced a finger over a picture of their first birthday, his expression softening. “Who was with you?” Rue asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My parents,” I answered simply, trying to decipher what was going through his mind.“Just them?” He glanced at me, seeking confirmation.“Yes. Just them.”“How about Charles?” he asked.I thought he might be jealous, but when I l
RUEIn a short amount of time, I became super attached to the twins. Every day without them felt like a lost chance to be their real father. That's why I found myself constantly at Tysha's house, trying to make up for lost time.I longed to bond with them, to be a presence in their lives that they could rely on. It wasn't easy, knowing that I missed out on so much, but I was determined to do better.I held out the hairbrush when my daughter Addison came out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and clinging to her small shoulders.As usual, I was in their house again, wanting to spend more time with my children."Can I brush your hair?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.“Okay, Daddy.” Addison nodded, a shy smile on her face, and took a seat on the stool in front of me.I took a deep breath, aware of the importance of this gesture, and of the trust she was placing in me.As I began to brush, I was careful, mindful of every stroke."Am I doing this right?" I asked, watching her reaction in th
TYSHAOkay. If I was having fun earlier about how Rue shut Celeste’s bitchy mouth, I was no longer enjoying it now.“Is it true, Tysha? You’re dating Mr. Colterzon? The billionaire?!” asked one of my coworkers. “Err…” I stammered, unable to find the right words immediately.First of all, I didn’t feel the need to tell the truth to them. Second, to be honest, I didn’t really know the answer to that. Am I dating Rue again? We used to date but does co-parenting with him count as dating?“How about Charles, Ma’am Tysha? Did you two break up already?” Another question was thrown at me. It was Rupert who asked this time. The faculty room had turned into chaos the moment I walked in after finishing my classes.Even though Celeste kept her mouth shut after what Rue said to her, the news still spread like wildfire. Fortunately, before I had to say something, Madeline came into the faculty room. "Everyone," she addressed the room sternly, "what's all this commotion? Where is your professio
TYSHASince Rue had insisted on driving us to school, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I’m sure it would spark a new rumor about me and gosh! But yeah, I must comply. This would be nothing compared to the six years I’ve taken away from him.As I told my kids about what their father planned on doing, Aiden and Addison were already perched by the window, their noses pressed against the glass, waiting for their father.Then it arrived. Rue’s car glided to a stop in front of our house, sleek and attention-seeking because of its vibes that were screaming ‘wealth.’ It was the kind of luxury car you’d see in magazines. But what can I say? The father of my kids is a billionaire so…“It’s Daddy!” Aiden and Addison said in chorus as their eyes grew wide with wonder. They rushed out the door, their school bags forgotten for a moment, as they circled the car with open-mouthed awe.I watched them.“Good morning, buds! Ready for school?” Rue greeted them with the same enthusiasm a