Cindy stared blankly at her screen. The messenger’s words were harsh. Who does he think he is? Cindy silently wondered. She was still contemplating whether to reply to the message in the most arrogant way because... Who the heck would come to her DMs asking her this nonsense? A thought crossed her mind. What if she was being threatened? What if she didn't reply to the text—what would happen then? She put down her phone and hugged her legs. This was more terrifying than she had thought. Maybe stepping out of her comfort zone was the most foolish idea she’d ever had. Though she loved her happy, simple life, she didn’t want to venture out anymore. She began regretting her decision to let Juan do this for her. Wait. What if Juan was really behind all this? She thought again and bit her lower lip. Minutes ticked by, and the text remained unanswered. "Cindy dear!" she heard her mom’s voice. "Mom, I'm coming!" she called back, immediately rushing off the be
Cindy couldn't tear her gaze away from the message, her mind spinning with confusion. After what felt like an eternity, she snapped back to reality, still unable to make sense of the cryptic words: "Don't worry about sending your address." What was he trying to convey? A creeping sense of unease settled over her; she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Perhaps her previous sense of security was merely an illusion. Her stomach churned with nervousness as her mind raced through various scenarios. "This is becoming increasingly unsettling," she muttered to herself. Slipping off the bed, she made her way to the window, hoping to let in some fresh air to calm her nerves. However, before she could even reach for the latch, her eyes caught sight of a black car parked on the street below. The driver remained concealed, shrouded in mystery. Instinctively, she knew this was no ordinary occurrence; it must be connected to the enigmatic message she had received. Filled with apprehen
"Why don't you give me a name instead?" he suddenly asked, causing Cindy's heart to race very fast. Cindy wasn't expecting such a question. If this was how the date was planned, she'd have prepared even extra. He was still waiting to hear what she had to say. He felt good that he was leaving her speechless; he knew she wouldn't be able to handle him before the date was over. But just when he was feeling good about himself, her next word got him. "Any name, right? What if I decide to name you my hubby then?" she asked, and his brows moved. What the hell??? Was that the only thing she could think of with over a million existing names? He wondered if he was going to cope with her silliness because he knew she was going to be like those dumb girls he previously dated. He was quick to calm off his expression before Cindy could notice, then he faced her. "So? Hubby?" she said it again with a smiley face and her irresistible adorable look on her face. "That's not a name. That'
Cindy's jaw dropped to the floor as soon as she heard him. Yes, she heard him clearly. But did he say the ship was moving? How did she not notice? Her mind flooded with panic. She realized she was being kidnapped. Why had she trusted this man? She knew her life was in danger now, and there was no going back. If she had informed her family, they would never have let her come on this date. It was her fault for coming this far and not realizing she was being deceived. Maybe that's why he never wanted to reveal his identity! That's why he hid his face. It started to dawn on her slowly. She was in serious trouble. She began to miss her sweet mom, her loving grandma, her friend Baby Rexa, and her best friend, Juan. Maybe death had been calling her all along. She had ventured out too much and gone beyond her limits. With a little sigh, she turned to look at Mr. Stranger, who had been paying attention to her as if he could read her thoughts. She didn't want him to know sh
"I don't wanna know 'bout your hobbies no more, please," pleaded Cindy, her lashes batting gently. She forgot that her hubby's thoughts were way beyond hers. She figured he might fancy playing basketball or strumming a violin or even whipping up a dish. But right now, he showed her another side of hobbies. Mr. Stranger sauntered back to bed, his towering frame a sight to behold. Only Cindy was lucky enough to catch glimpses of his beauty every moment. His eyes roamed over her, leaving her breathless, wondering what was on his mind. "Strip," he commanded suddenly, and Cindy's lips parted in surprise. "S-strip?" she stuttered, meeting his unwavering gaze. She knew he never backed down from his words. Her gaze darted to the door, automatic and impossible to escape. Her hand hesitated on her zipper, then she looked back at him. "Is stripping one of your hobbies?" she asked nervously. "Whatever you say," he replied lazily, making Cindy bite her lip, trying to stall. "Hubby, why do
"Alex. Alexander!" Cindy spilled out playfully, her delight evident as she repeatedly called his name. She really liked his name and couldn't stop herself from saying it every minute. Cindy looked at him again, stood on her toes, and gently held his face in her palms. "You have such a cute name. How dare you hide such a sweet name from me, huh? Hubby, huh?" she asked, smiling brightly at him. Alex was stunned. No one had ever dared to touch his face without his permission, yet Cindy did it so effortlessly. Her playful question snapped him out of his thoughts. "Cute name?" he asked, perplexed. He was definitely not associated with anything cute, neither in his appearance nor his personality. His aim was always to instill fear, yet Cindy seemed to be the manipulator, while he followed her lead like he had forgotten his purpose since meeting her. "Do you know how excited I am to know your name? It feels like I've won a lottery," she said aloud. Of course, Alex knew she actua
"Well?" Juan asked again, startling Alexander for a moment. "Would you want to try her for a month?" "Try her for a month?" he echoed. He had never considered living with the same girl for a month. He changed girls as often as he changed clothes. The idea of seeing the same girl every day seemed unbearable. He raised his eyebrows at Juan, leaning forward slightly. "What do you mean, try her for a month?" he asked. "She would act like your girlfriend for a month. If you fall in love with her, she stays with you. If not, she goes home," Juan explained confidently, making Alexander laugh richly. "Silly," he smirked. "Come on. I'm sure you won't resist her. She's a sweet girl," Juan insisted. "I don't try girls more than once. My longest relationship was a week," he said scornfully. "Why don't you push your limits? Huh, big boy? Or are you afraid?" she teased, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Trying her for that long would be dangerous. Besides, she's safe with
Seeing Alex in her room made Cindy's heart race with excitement. She couldn't believe he had come back for her despite her silly attitude. Lost for words, she ran across the room and embraced him tightly. It was her first time hugging him like this, and she was glad he didn't push her away. "Thank you for coming. Thank you for fulfilling my request. Thank you, hubby, thank you!" she mumbled into his chest, her voice full of excitement. Alex breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was still accepting him. He lowered his chin to rest against her soft hair. Slowly, his shirt grew damp from her tears. How could he have made her cry? He felt terrible and bit his lip, wanting to curse. If she asked for the whole world, he wouldn't hesitate to give it to her. Slowly, his arms reached around her back, pulling her closer. His heart raced, and Cindy could hear it. "I'm..." He gulped hard, forcing the word "sorry" out. Had he ever said that word before? He couldn't recall. "Don
"Well?" Juan asked again, startling Alexander for a moment. "Would you want to try her for a month?" "Try her for a month?" he echoed. He had never considered living with the same girl for a month. He changed girls as often as he changed clothes. The idea of seeing the same girl every day seemed unbearable. He raised his eyebrows at Juan, leaning forward slightly. "What do you mean, try her for a month?" he asked. "She would act like your girlfriend for a month. If you fall in love with her, she stays with you. If not, she goes home," Juan explained confidently, making Alexander laugh richly. "Silly," he smirked. "Come on. I'm sure you won't resist her. She's a sweet girl," Juan insisted. "I don't try girls more than once. My longest relationship was a week," he said scornfully. "Why don't you push your limits? Huh, big boy? Or are you afraid?" she teased, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Trying her for that long would be dangerous. Besides, she's safe with
"Alex. Alexander!" Cindy spilled out playfully, her delight evident as she repeatedly called his name. She really liked his name and couldn't stop herself from saying it every minute. Cindy looked at him again, stood on her toes, and gently held his face in her palms. "You have such a cute name. How dare you hide such a sweet name from me, huh? Hubby, huh?" she asked, smiling brightly at him. Alex was stunned. No one had ever dared to touch his face without his permission, yet Cindy did it so effortlessly. Her playful question snapped him out of his thoughts. "Cute name?" he asked, perplexed. He was definitely not associated with anything cute, neither in his appearance nor his personality. His aim was always to instill fear, yet Cindy seemed to be the manipulator, while he followed her lead like he had forgotten his purpose since meeting her. "Do you know how excited I am to know your name? It feels like I've won a lottery," she said aloud. Of course, Alex knew she actua
"I don't wanna know 'bout your hobbies no more, please," pleaded Cindy, her lashes batting gently. She forgot that her hubby's thoughts were way beyond hers. She figured he might fancy playing basketball or strumming a violin or even whipping up a dish. But right now, he showed her another side of hobbies. Mr. Stranger sauntered back to bed, his towering frame a sight to behold. Only Cindy was lucky enough to catch glimpses of his beauty every moment. His eyes roamed over her, leaving her breathless, wondering what was on his mind. "Strip," he commanded suddenly, and Cindy's lips parted in surprise. "S-strip?" she stuttered, meeting his unwavering gaze. She knew he never backed down from his words. Her gaze darted to the door, automatic and impossible to escape. Her hand hesitated on her zipper, then she looked back at him. "Is stripping one of your hobbies?" she asked nervously. "Whatever you say," he replied lazily, making Cindy bite her lip, trying to stall. "Hubby, why do
Cindy's jaw dropped to the floor as soon as she heard him. Yes, she heard him clearly. But did he say the ship was moving? How did she not notice? Her mind flooded with panic. She realized she was being kidnapped. Why had she trusted this man? She knew her life was in danger now, and there was no going back. If she had informed her family, they would never have let her come on this date. It was her fault for coming this far and not realizing she was being deceived. Maybe that's why he never wanted to reveal his identity! That's why he hid his face. It started to dawn on her slowly. She was in serious trouble. She began to miss her sweet mom, her loving grandma, her friend Baby Rexa, and her best friend, Juan. Maybe death had been calling her all along. She had ventured out too much and gone beyond her limits. With a little sigh, she turned to look at Mr. Stranger, who had been paying attention to her as if he could read her thoughts. She didn't want him to know sh
"Why don't you give me a name instead?" he suddenly asked, causing Cindy's heart to race very fast. Cindy wasn't expecting such a question. If this was how the date was planned, she'd have prepared even extra. He was still waiting to hear what she had to say. He felt good that he was leaving her speechless; he knew she wouldn't be able to handle him before the date was over. But just when he was feeling good about himself, her next word got him. "Any name, right? What if I decide to name you my hubby then?" she asked, and his brows moved. What the hell??? Was that the only thing she could think of with over a million existing names? He wondered if he was going to cope with her silliness because he knew she was going to be like those dumb girls he previously dated. He was quick to calm off his expression before Cindy could notice, then he faced her. "So? Hubby?" she said it again with a smiley face and her irresistible adorable look on her face. "That's not a name. That'
Cindy couldn't tear her gaze away from the message, her mind spinning with confusion. After what felt like an eternity, she snapped back to reality, still unable to make sense of the cryptic words: "Don't worry about sending your address." What was he trying to convey? A creeping sense of unease settled over her; she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Perhaps her previous sense of security was merely an illusion. Her stomach churned with nervousness as her mind raced through various scenarios. "This is becoming increasingly unsettling," she muttered to herself. Slipping off the bed, she made her way to the window, hoping to let in some fresh air to calm her nerves. However, before she could even reach for the latch, her eyes caught sight of a black car parked on the street below. The driver remained concealed, shrouded in mystery. Instinctively, she knew this was no ordinary occurrence; it must be connected to the enigmatic message she had received. Filled with apprehen
Cindy stared blankly at her screen. The messenger’s words were harsh. Who does he think he is? Cindy silently wondered. She was still contemplating whether to reply to the message in the most arrogant way because... Who the heck would come to her DMs asking her this nonsense? A thought crossed her mind. What if she was being threatened? What if she didn't reply to the text—what would happen then? She put down her phone and hugged her legs. This was more terrifying than she had thought. Maybe stepping out of her comfort zone was the most foolish idea she’d ever had. Though she loved her happy, simple life, she didn’t want to venture out anymore. She began regretting her decision to let Juan do this for her. Wait. What if Juan was really behind all this? She thought again and bit her lower lip. Minutes ticked by, and the text remained unanswered. "Cindy dear!" she heard her mom’s voice. "Mom, I'm coming!" she called back, immediately rushing off the be