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
"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 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.
"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
"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
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
PROLOGUE:"This is part of being married to each other, Jermaine," said Demitri, slowly removing his clothes."No—no!!! It can't be!!" She stepped back as her husband approached."Sweetheart, there's nothing more you can do. We're married now, what else can you say to me? Besides, I've invested a lot in you. Perhaps it's time for you to reciprocate everything..." he murmured as they neared the bed. She sat down on the soft mattress, realizing she was the only one sleeping in it.Her spouse stood by the door, an extension of that room, so as not to arouse suspicion from their housemates that they weren't sleeping side by side."But, Demitri... we're only married on paper!" She continued to look for a way to stop him, holding onto her clothes to avoid his touch.The man stopped in front of her. Gently, he held her chin and looked into her eyes."Is what I give you still not enough, Jermaine? I'm only asking this now, but can't you grant me this one thing?"Jermaine felt the intensity in
She's sulking again, constantly staring at her cellphone. She's waiting for a message from Dylan, the man who shattered her heart. She can't fathom how he could deceive her. Two year age gap; he graduated earlier and is now working, while she's still studying.They were just in their first year of college when the guy courted her. She really liked him, inspired by what she saw in pageants on TV. He was in his third year of college at the time, and wherever he was, she wanted to be there too.Her contemplation was interrupted by her cellphone ringing. It was her friend, Coleen. She hadn't been attending classes for a week because she was secretly following Dylan. She missed her defense. Almost as if her friend could reach through the phone, she scolded and slapped her. Her friend was sent as an exchange student to Japan, and if Coleen could visit her, she probably would, giving her a piece of her mind.She abandoned her studies and has no one else to talk to. For her, taking care of on