"I pushed him away forcefully," I recalled, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush. I had managed to break free from his grasp, my body trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. I hurried to the cabinet, my hand reaching for the robe, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control."I brought you some dresses. I hope they fit you. Just check them. I'll wait for you outside," I heard him say, his voice a low murmur. I let out a sigh of relief as the door closed, the sound a confirmation that he had left.I leaned against the cabinet door, my head throbbing."This is all your fault, Lara. You let him get close to you again," I muttered, my voice filled with self-recrimination. I smacked myself, the sting of the blow a physical reminder of my stupidity.After a while, I turned to the clothes on the bed. He had left two sets of clothes, a maxi dress, and some underwear. I bit my lip, my gaze lingering on the underwear, a symbol of the vulnerability I had experie
The salty air stung my eyes as I watched Terry and Alex disappear beneath the surface, their laughter echoing through the air. "Whew!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of exasperation and fear. I wanted to scold them for their reckless antics, but I was rooted in place, my hand clutching a jagged rock for dear life. The ground beneath me was uneven, a treacherous landscape of submerged rocks and shifting sand. With every wave, the water rose and fell, threatening to pull me under."Lara, are you okay?" Terry's voice, laced with a mischievous undertone, reached my ears."Do I look okay?!" I retorted, my voice sharp with irritation. They both laughed, their amusement a stark contrast to my growing anxiety."You're not going to drown, will I put you in danger?" Terry asked, her laughter echoing through the air. I splashed the water towards them, a futile attempt to express my annoyance. They just laughed harder, their carefree spirit a stark contrast to my growing fear."Haha! Hila
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. "Let's talk!" He said, his voice a mixture of desperation and demand. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his presence."Please, Lara," he pleaded, his voice laced with frustration, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone."What are we going to talk about?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper, my head bowed, my eyes avoiding his."About what happened between us," he said, his hand reaching out to grasp mine, his touch a mixture of strength and tenderness.I remained silent, my body a statue of defiance, my mind a jumbled mess of conflicting emotions."Please, talk to me, Belle," he urged, his voice softer now, a plea for understanding. He moved closer, his gaze intense, his eyes a captivating blue."Look, I'm sorry... I never intended to do that—but," he began, his words a clumsy attempt at explanation.I didn't let him finish. My hand shot out, my palm connecting with his cheek i
The throbbing in my head was a constant reminder of the previous night's events. My throat felt like sandpaper, a testament to the excessive amount of alcohol I had consumed. I stumbled out of bed, my body still heavy with the remnants of the night's debauchery, and headed towards what I thought was my bathroom."Agh!" I yelped, my head colliding with the wall. I was still in the cabin. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. I banged my forehead against the wall a few more times, the pain a welcome distraction from the turmoil within me."Stupid," I whispered, my voice a mix of self-reproach and self-pity."Good morning!" The voice startled me, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my system. I turned to see Rexon standing in the doorway, a tray of breakfast in his hands."Here's your breakfast. The yacht has docked. Eat before you go down," he said, his voice a gentle reminder of the day that was dawning.I couldn't immediately process his wor
I arrived early the next day, as we didn't have classes yet, so I hung out at JunsPark inside the campus."Good morning."I wondered who spoke. I smiled at him slightly."Good morning." I took out my notes for our first subject."How are you?" he asked, also taking out his notebook."I'm okay, Rex." I replied."Hmm." I heard his response. So I glanced at him again. I couldn't help but be amazed by how similar he looked to his sibling in some ways, even though he was fairer than Dawzon.I shrugged and returned my focus to reviewing."Are you free later?" he casually asked."Yup." I replied without looking at him."I was thinking of inviting you to one of our gigs." He adjusted his seating position and glanced at my notes.I looked up at him and quickly looked away to avoid his close proximity. My face flushed as our eyes met his red lips."I'm sorry." He quickly moved away and cleared his throat. I also looked away to avoid the awkwardness between us."So, I'll pick you up, okay? Eight
"I took a deep breath as they approached our table. The smiles on their faces as they chatted were evident. My heart clenched, but I shouldn't show it, right? Because I shouldn't. Dawzon's gaze shifted to me before turning to Isabelle, who continued talking beside him."Hello, guys!" Isabelle greeted their group, including Rexon, as they got closer.She even greeted each of them with a kiss on the cheek before facing us."Wow, Isabelle Altamirano!" Jeff exclaimed in disbelief."Is that your full name?" He laughed in front of her before taking a seat. Dawzon returned to my side, while Isabelle sat beside him."When did you get back from Madrid?" Jeff asked again."Just last week, it's hard to contact Zon," she glanced at Dawzon, who just chuckled.Zon? That word felt like a stab in my heart. Why not, since they have a history together."You look even more beautiful and sexy." Skye, who was handed a glass of alcohol, said.But Dawzon snatched it, took a straight shot, and handed it back
"I parked my car in front of the Del'torre Corp building. I looked up at the building, towering at least fifty floors high.I swallowed nervously as I got out of the car. Even if I wanted to back out, I couldn't because I had already agreed to Mommy. Besides, this was crucial for our company. So, with closed eyes, I reluctantly agreed to her request.I didn't think I would be in the meeting for long. He would just sign a few papers and that would be it. So, there was no reason to be nervous.With my head held high, I entered the building and faced the woman at the front desk."Good morning, I have a meeting with Mr. Dawzon del'Torre.." I said with a lump in my throat to the receptionist.She looked at me from head to toe, then smiled and nodded."Your name, ma'am?" She asked, facing her laptop."Larabelle Montellano, I'm the daughter of Mike Montellano, but he couldn't make it today, so I'll be the one to talk to him."She glanced at the screen for a moment. "It seems too early," I hea
I entered the next day as if everything was natural to me. Even though it felt heavy, I still tried to keep myself happy.Dawzon's letter, crumpled and damp with tears, was a constant reminder of my own hasty judgment. His words, raw and vulnerable, had pierced through my defenses, revealing a side of him I'd never seen before.I found myself trying to maintain a facade of strength, smiling at my friends. "I'm sorry to hear about Tito Mike. We'll accompany you when you go home, we'll visit Tito." Terry's hand on my shoulder as we hung out at Junspark."Yeah, thank you." I avoided looking at them. I chose not to open up about what happened. I chose to be strong and not show that I was struggling in the situation."Lara, don't keep it all in, we're your friends." Terry continued to say.But I chose to be strong. I smiled vigorously, then drank a can of coke."That's the Lara we know. Strong and sturdy." Japs spoke, which made me chuckle as I drank."Thank you, I'm okay." I said lightly.
"I felt the tension between the two after he said that.Dawzon kept his gaze fixed on him. I also couldn't escape the tension in his jaw as he faced him."So it's nice seeing you back together, huh?" Drei said, glancing at me.Instead of responding, Dawzon emptied the contents of his glass."Drei, it's better not to talk about it right now." I restrained him."Why? I've done nothing." He signaled the passing waiter who brought him a wine glass, while Dawzon also grabbed another glass filled with wine."We're okay." I whispered to him."What? I can't hear you." He chuckled, leaning closer to me.I quickly avoided him after that. I didn't even glance to see Dawzon's reaction to what he did to me.I quickly took the wine glass and took a sip."It's been a year, I thought you were already separated?" He boldly said, which made me bow my head even more."It's our personal problem, just enjoy your drink." He raised his glass in front of him before drinking again. It's funny because the one
"The scene at the Coliseum was like a scene from a pin drop, especially when Rexon and the whole band came out to start their first song.The entire crowd fell silent as the song kicked in. I found myself singing along while others held up LED lights in the air.I sang with full force even though Dawzon was standing next to me, just wearing a polo shirt.The spotlight lit up after the first song, making the atmosphere even more lively.."Hello!" He shouted loudly into the mic."Hi!" We almost simultaneously replied.."Are you enjoying yourselves?" He asked."Yes!" I shouted with both hands in the air.He took a step back to signal Jeff, another guitarist, to start playing again.As he strummed the guitar once more, everyone fell silent again, I felt Dawzon's hand on my shoulder as his sibling sang.I didn't pay attention to that because I was carried away singing along with him.. I felt like he was taking me somewhere with his singing..Especially when the band went acoustic, he held
Dawzon's POV"I do not want to love her when it's easy, I want to love her when she's difficult." -- Piere Jenty.As the abundant water flowed down the faucet, I couldn't help but clench my fists, the rushing cold seemed to melt the warmth I had felt earlier.It's too late to regret what I'm doing, so I stopped. I don't want to hurt her further. I can't, but the mark I left will surely stain our relationship.I couldn't stop myself, so I punched the wall, feeling no pain as the blood flowed from my hand.. I chose to spend some time inside before deciding to go out.As much as possible, I didn't want to look at her, but I couldn't do it. So I stopped in front of her, peacefully sleeping, the pain of what I did still evident on her face and tears still glistening in her eyes..I gently wiped it away, so she wouldn't wake up."You're still the most beautiful girl I've known, you grew up like a fearless one, infrangible, tough and sturdy and I admire you for being brave for taking care of
"Who's Carlson?" I paused in my steps upon hearing his question.Does this mean he doesn't know we have a child? For Pete's sake, where has he been, not knowing about us?No one spoke, so I decided to walk my feet towards the back of the house to leave.Upon entering, I quickly went upstairs and bumped into Cherry, whom I immediately asked to come down.But before I could turn around to leave, Dawzon entered the room with darkened eyes.He was about to speak when he saw the child peacefully sleeping in the crib. He approached and observed for a few minutes."Who's the father?"I was taken aback by his question. I had to gather my thoughts before speaking."He is your--son." I quickly lowered my gaze as he suddenly faced me and pulled my hand out of the room.He took me to his office and paced in front of me."My son?" He said firmly, his voice low, as if digging into my soul."Yes, he's your son.." I said firmly."How did we have a child when you weren't pregnant when I left?" His eye
Two years later...I push the cart quietly as I browse through the shelves where the canned goods are, when my phone rings."Um..hello?""We're fine, we're just grocery shopping with Carl." I scratch my head as I talk on the phone."Stop being paranoid, Rex, it doesn't suit you." I roll my eyes as I push the cart, with my two-year-old son sitting in it."Alright, bye!" I quickly bid farewell before turning my eyeballs around before ending the call.I peek at my son, busy with the bottle of milk in his hand, looking up at me.I can't help but smile sweetly at him because he perfectly captures the image of his father.I gave birth to Carlson by cesarean section, as my eye slits didn't want to open wide enough, so they had to cut me open, even though I could have endured it, but Rexon decided to have me undergo a C-section to avoid any problems and to prevent me from further difficulty. So in the end, I couldn't do anything about it."Mom--" he says to me, handing me the bottle of milk.
"What the hell is happening here?" I spoke loudly to everyone."Please, Mrs. Del'torre, lower your voice," the Manager restrained me, looking at Dawzon and then at the others present.I took a deep breath before deciding to sit on the right side of Dawzon."We're not married," I said firmly to him, but my back quickly hit the office chair as whispers spread among the seated individuals."Please, Lara, don't bring our personal problems here." He rested both his elbows on the table and clasped his hands.I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed by my actions."So let's start," he said to recover.As the Sun Real representative spoke in the middle, I couldn't help but glance at Dawzon, who seemed to be playing with his swivel chair, pen on his lips.I glared at him sharply, but it seemed like he wasn't listening, instead, he was looking at me as if he was enjoying the situation.I quickly averted my gaze from him, feeling his piercing stare."Mrs. Del'torre." I snapped back to reality upon hear
"Have some water first," he handed me a glass of cold water."What happened? I'm even getting high blood pressure because of you!" Japs said to me. I had been crying non-stop since I arrived at his condo unit."Does your Mommy know about this?" He moved closer to me and placed his hand on my forehead.I shook my head repeatedly, not wanting to add to his pain when he finds out about Dawzon and me."You should talk about this first, you can't just leave like that," he rubbed my back.I just shook my head at him. We had nothing more to talk about because it was over between us, and we weren't really married."If I see that Isabelle, she'll be sorry!" He said through gritted teeth."Are you sure your marriage is fake?" I raised my eyes to him, feeling confused."Why don't you let him explain first, maybe he has a reason or what so ever," he suggested."I don't know, all I want now is to get away from him," I said firmly."What if you get pregnant?" I saw the concern on his face as I look
Sunday morning, I woke up feeling light. I took a shower and dressed in a simple loose shirt and shorts.I went downstairs to cook breakfast, although I only knew how to cook eggs and ham, sometimes just instant noodles. But I didn't hear any complaints from him.After toasting the loaf bread, I smiled as I laid it on the table. I even clapped my hands because I cooked everything nicely.I started cleaning the house, while Dawzon hadn't come down yet, so I had time to clean.I was sweating while wiping the figurines when I heard the doorbell.Out of curiosity, I immediately went out to check."Hi!" It greeted me cheerfully as it peeked through the gate railings.I paused for a moment to think. My feet automatically stepped closer to the gate to open it for him."Good morning, is Zon there?" It greeted me with a wide smile."Uh, yes, but he's still asleep," Did I sound unfriendly? It suddenly hesitated at my response.After recovering, he also visited my outfit and the sweat on my fore
"I woke up to the weight of his legs draped over me. Even his arm around my waist remained motionless."Oh my!" I attempted to sit up abruptly, but I was forced back down by his tight embrace."Hmm." That's all I heard from him as he nuzzled into my neck. I found myself inhaling deeply in response to the effect it had on me.I glanced at the alarm clock on the side table, it was past six o'clock."Dawzon, we're going to be late for school," I whispered to him, but I didn't hear any response from him."Dawzon!" I even tapped his arm, but he just snored again.So I gently removed his legs draped over mine and my stomach, slowly making my way to the bathroom to shower.The feeling of the cold water flowing over my body was refreshing. I couldn't help but smile when I remembered what happened last night. I wasn't too drunk, so everything was still clear to me, even the last words he said."I was startled when I remembered those words. I had no right to clarify that with him. Besides, I kn