Because his friends were busy, he brought Maine with him to Manila. She was talkative and had many stories."How's your girl?" she asked, chewing. "She really looks flirtatious.""I told her I'm leaving for a while, and she agreed to stay at her mom's place for now," he replied. "Can I have some of those chips?"She offered him some, saying, "I can't let you hold the chips, my car might get dirty," rolling her eyes at him.He chuckled. He had asked her to bring a different car. It was his friend's mom's driver who brought the car from the airport to the condo. They were using it to avoid it getting stuck."I wonder where I can find a girl I can pay," he asked."Just go to some upscale bars, I'll go with you.""You seem to like going to bars.""Not really. Usually, my boyfriend sends for me, then I drop him off at his house.""What does he do?""He works in a company. When he got promoted, he got into other women. I don't want to give myself to him until we're married. But he got impat
"He really went too far... he really humiliated me," Maine said, tears streaming down her face as she drank alcohol, "why did he do that to me, Demi?"They saw Dylan at the bar, accompanied by another woman. Dylan introduced her as just an acquaintance and even told the girl that Maine likes men with lots of money. The girl was deeply hurt by the insult she received.In retaliation, he flashed some money to Dylan's dance partner, and then handed her twenty thousand, telling her to leave Dylan on the dance floor, which the girl promptly did.Dylan was furious, but did not dare to argue with him because he was such a big guy. Maine was hurt, which is why she was crying. "That was really out of line. What he did to you was wrong," Demi said, comforting Maine. "Don't let him belittle you like that. You don't need to hold onto resentment, Maine."Demi could see the anger in Dylan's eyes as he approached. "Dylan, that's enough," he said, trying to defuse the situation.But Dylan didn't sto
Maine had returned home, lying down on her bed. However, she couldn't shake off what Demitri had offered. She was surprised by his proposal.She was carefully considering whether to accept his offer. What if she did get involved with him? What would she do? But his intentions seemed genuine.Earlier, she was irritated, feeling like Dylan was avoiding her. She was hurt seeing him flirting with others, unable to accept that he was happy while she hadn't moved on yet.She realized that there are indeed people who don't care about others' feelings. He even approached her to say something unpleasant.She went out of her room to make coffee. But she was surprised to see someone else coming out of the adjacent room."Can't sleep either?" the man asked her with a smile."Yeah, insomnia is hitting me. I'll just read while I have my coffee," she replied."I'll brew you a cup," he said, heading to the kitchen.He prepared two cups, added coffee and sugar, then heated water."Should I add creamer
"Wow, Maine! Looks like you still want a lot from me," he greeted her provocatively. She ignored him and replied, "I won't be coming back to you.""I don't care about you, Dylan. Don't bother me now," she said to him."How will you work then, since you didn't graduate? Your only asset is your beauty," he taunted her."You know, you only passed college because of my theses and my money, maybe you've forgotten?" she retorted, "Are you dumb? You only passed because you were a varsity player?""Don't show off to me, Maine, we're in my territory!""So what? Can't handle losing? You started it, I'm just fighting back. You know, Dylan, when you belittle someone, make sure your hands are clean! Despite your arrogance, you're just a manager!""At least I'm going somewhere in life, unlike you!" he smirked."Ma'am, here's your mango juice," the waiter placed the juice on the table."Thank you," she smiled."Give that back!" Dylan ordered the waiter, "That girl has no money to pay.""What's your
"What's going on here?" Demi's voice rang out."Oh, looks like your sugar daddy's here to pick you up," Dylan smirked, "coming to rescue you, huh?""Hey! Tell your pet off, she slapped me!" Dylan's girlfriend shouted."She broke the bracelet you gave me, the one we bought at the mall," she complained."It's okay, we can just buy another one," Demi reassured her."Of course, it was cheap anyway!" Dylan added."You know what, I'm onto you," Demi said to Dylan, "are you trying to act cute with my fiancée?""No way!!" He seemed disgusted by the idea."I'll sue you!" the woman yelled, "I know a lot of lawyers and judges, and—""Go ahead!! Bring it on! Just pay for my bracelet, and I'll have you both jailed! These arrogant people, acting like they're the president's kids just because they finished college!" she retorted."You should call the police to get these two out of here," Dylan said in response."Who are you planning to call the police on?" Sandro's voice boomed, accompanied by Ameth
"Are you serious about this?" Sandro asked Demi, looking surprised."Well, I feel like Matilda would feel even more insecure if I replaced her with someone younger, don't you think?" Demi responded. "And besides, I want Dylan to realize that he dumped a precious stone into the sea.""Uncle, I like Demi's plan. And Matilda's behavior really is terrible," Demi's friend chimed in."But Maine is still quite young," Amethyst pointed out."Do you want to be the one instead?" Sandro asked his friend."Well, Maine is at the right age," Amethyst replied, which caused everyone to laugh."You're so easy to talk to, Amethyst," Sandro chuckled."I might get dragged into this," Amethyst shrugged. "I don't want to get involved and risk upsetting Demi.""You're too much," Sandro grinned at his friend's comment."Just admit it, you're really stubborn," Toby added."And you two really ganged up on me?" Demi responded."What Toby said is true," Sandro agreed."I think Maine should be on my side," Demi d
"Lola, please talk to me," she knocked on the door for two hours, but no one opened it."Maine, just let mommy be for now; you seem like you don't know her... that's how she is when she's upset," her uncle Sandro intervened, "she'll come out tomorrow when she's feeling better.""But uncle, I'm not used to grandma being like this with me, you know she's my only ally," she cried."Let her be; you can't blame her because you're still young...""Should we just say it wasn't true?""That will only make her more upset; she might get even angrier with all of us.""But uncle, I'm not used to this.""Your mom, once she's thought things through, she'll approach you herself. What you should think about now is how you'll ask for permission from Aunt Sarina, your mom. She might do something worse to you."She thought about it. They needed to go to another province to visit her parents."W-what should I do?" she asked him."Are you really decided?""Yes, uncle, because you know, Dylan's wealthy rel
She felt like there was chaos outside, but she didn't want to get involved just yet. She still felt half-asleep.She headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She immersed herself in the water. She felt tired, like she hadn't slept much.She decided to check the time. Her eyes widened.(Is my clock broken? Why is it already eleven? How did I not realize it's already noon? Why?)She hurried her shower. She didn't know what had happened or how she had overslept.She put on a floral dress and added a ribbon to her hair. She applied a bit of powder and lipstick. She had picked up the habit of dressing up from her mother and grandmother, so she adopted it even when at home.Passing by her grandmother's room, she knocked. No response. She opened the door, but her grandmother wasn't there. Perhaps the old lady was out.Arriving in the living room, no one was there, yet she had heard commotion earlier.(Am I getting old? Where is everyone?) She whispered to herself.The study room door opened,
My uncle was lying on the floor, laughing and laughing, while the people around me were smirking as I think they knew everything about this scene. My brows furrowed, as I looked at my husband, and demanded an explanation. "I'm sorry honey. I want you to come over, but I don't know how to ask you. Because I know, you will get mad at me," he went closer to me. I raised my hand and slapped him twice. The people around us, were all shocked! They didn't say any words, even my uncle Sandro. I felt betrayed! I'm so foolish to believe them! Olga, Marisa, everyone, they make fun of me! "I'm sorry senyorita," Olga, kneeled in front of me, "we just want you to be happy. We want you and senyorito to stay together, because we know, that you love each other." "Forgive us, senyorita," Marisa also kneeled. "It's our fault. Please, forgive us.." My head was already hurting because of them. Gradually, I felt like a candle burning out. Before I could fall to the floor, Uncle Sandro and Demi caught
"Senyorita, I have news," Olga, suddenly approached me, "Marisa told me that sir's woman are here. They're in the room together.""Really? Now? As in right now?" I confirmed with her."Yes, Senyorita. We need to go there before they leave. And you can catch them in the act," Olga urged."Alright, just a moment. I'll get dressed," I stormed into my room, took a quick shower, and dressed in something elegant and sexy. When i stepped out, Olga was surprised to see me."Senyorita, what are you wearing? Why like that? You never wear revealing clothes." she asked, puzzled"I need to dress like this so your Sir knows what he'll lose if he continues his affair with that woman. Are you sure they're there?""Yes, Senyorita. Marisa said they're definitely there. They just arrived," she confirmed."Good. Where's there... should we splash acid on them?" I asked."Oh no, Senyorita. That's too much. Just hurt them. We'll hold them," she stopped me."Alright. That might be better. The nerve of that m
"Lola, it seems like Maine is really angry," I said to her, worried. "It looks like she'll never forgive me for what I did." "Oh, don't worry about my grandchild. I know she still looks for you. I can see it in her actions. Just don't worry too much," Lola reassured me. "But, Lola, she might be so angry that she won't come back home," I said tensely. "She'll come back. Just continue with your plan with Sandro. When does he plan to bring her there?" She took a sip of her coffee. "Sandro, Olga, and I are still discussing our plan," I replied. "Well, hurry it up. She might suddenly burst in here when you're not prepared. Are your accomplices ready?" She glanced at the door where Maine had entered. "Everything's ready, Lola. We’ve arranged everything. We might be able to execute the plan next week." I felt more confident knowing Lola was on my side. "Make sure of it. I'm running out of things to say to my grandchild whenever she asks if I'm taking your side," she said, her face sho
I was speechless when I saw my wife, Demi, at the dining table. I couldn't confront my grandmother about why she invited Demi to our home, fearing she might get angry with me instead. I ate in silence, and Demi did the same, while Grandma watched us closely. After a while, Grandma cleared her throat. "Ahem," she said, breaking the silence. "Are you two just going to sit there quietly?" I looked at Demi, who seemed just as uncomfortable as I was. Grandma's eyes shifted between us, filled with concern. "You need to talk things out," she continued. "You can't keep ignoring whatever's going on between you." Demi and I exchanged glances, both at a loss for words. I knew she was right. "Lola, what is Demi doing here?" I asked. "I invited him. Why? Is that a problem?" she responded. "But Lola, you know we're going through something," I replied, frowning. "What are you talking about? Why don't you two just talk?" she said, her brows furrowed. "Lola, I don't think I should be here.
"What did your senyorita say, Olga? Is she still curious about my girl?" I asked Olga when we met outside her school. "She's still waiting for news, Senyorito. And she saw the flowers you planted behind the house. She was so happy," she replied. "Really? How did she know I planted them?" I asked excitedly. "Well, there wasn't anyone else who could have planted them because she said her grandma doesn't know how to plant flowers—they always die. So, she figured out it was you when I brought the flowers to her from you," Olga explained. "Oh, what did she say? Did she like the flowers?" I asked happily. "Yes, Senyorito. She loved the flowers you planted. She couldn't believe it was you who planted them," she replied. "Why not?" I frowned at what she said. "Because she didn't know you could plant flowers. So, I told her that the flowers around your mansion were planted by you," she said, glancing at her watch. "Thank you so much, Olga. Was she really happy with the flowers,
I continued pondering why Demi would plant the flowers he sent me at the back of the house. Shortly after, Olga approached me. "Senyorita, what are you doing at the back of the house?" she asked. "Don't you know, Olga, that someone is planting the flowers my husband sends me here at the back?" I asked her. "No, senyorita, because as you instructed, I always return them to senyorito," she replied. "Ah, I see. Because I saw them earlier and asked Lola, but she said it wasn't her who planted them. So it must have been Demi. Turns out he's quite skilled at planting flowers, isn't he?" I said to Olga. "Yes, senyorita. Over at senyorito's mansion, he plants flowers there. He's responsible for all the flowers planted on the grounds," she replied with a smile, gently touching the flowers. "Really? He never mentioned these things to me," I said, looking at the blooming flowers. "Perhaps you didn't have the chance to talk privately," she suggested, glancing at me. "We do talk abo
I laughed when Olga told me and admitted that she really has a crush on Uncle Sandro. She said she only pretends to be angry, but deep inside, she gets thrilled and happy. I just scratched my head at what she said. "What does that girl see in my uncle? He doesn’t have any good qualities aside from being handsome. That's all he can boast about. And yes, he has money, but that's it," I thought, falling into deep contemplation. I was really thinking that perhaps Olga and I were going through similar experiences. I realized that I couldn't quite pinpoint what I liked about my ex-husband Demi either. He wasn’t really kind. He was, at first, but towards the end, he stopped listening, which is why we separated. He and my uncle really have similar personalities. No wonder they get along so well as friends. I decided to step out onto the terrace of my room to get some fresh air. As I looked around, I found joy in watching the trees swaying with the breeze. My eyes wandered to the back of
Olga arrived at the house frowning. I thought something had happened to her. "Oh, why do you look like you had a fight outside?" I asked her. "Nothing, senyorita," she replied to me, "your kind uncle is here." "What did he do to you this time?" I asked, my forehead furrowed. "Hey, Olga, where are you going?" I heard Uncle Sandro call out to Olga. I saw how Olga's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, there’s your annoying uncle again," she said to me, hurriedly making her way to the kitchen. "Olga, I'm talking to you!" Uncle Sandro called out. "What do you need from Olga, Uncle Sandro?" I asked him. "Why is she so annoyed with you? What did you do this time?" I stopped him as he attempted to follow Olga. "Nothing! I didn't do anything to her. I was just asking her something," he replied. "So, what were you asking her?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of him. I knew it was probably some nonsense that was irritating Olga. "Nothing, I was just asking if she has a crush on me." He
"She was really furious?" I asked happily after Olga told me about my wife's reaction. "Yes, sir. She was so angry she wanted to get violent. She even asked Marisa and me to find out when that woman you supposedly have would be coming over," Olga replied, glancing around. "Oh, and what did you tell her?" I asked, rubbing my chin thoughtfully with my thumb and forefinger. "I told Senyorita that I would talk to Marisa to find out the schedule of the woman so we could come over," Olga replied with a smile. We had met in front of her school to talk, knowing my wife never went there. "Is that so? That's great news. You really deserve a bonus for this," I said, smiling at her. "No need for that, sir. I'm doing this to help you because you've helped me a lot," she replied, blushing and smiling with her hands in her pockets. "It's nothing. I know you're a good person and you deserve the reward. Don't worry, Marisa and I will take care of you both. I'll support you all the way," I assur