“I swear, Ceynol, if you ever touch me again, I will kill you!”Jade’s agonized scream rang throughout the delivery room, her grip on Ceynol’s hand as tight as a vice. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her hair clinging to her flushed skin as she struggled through another intense contraction.Ceynol winced slightly at the crushing pressure on his fingers but remained by her side, unwavering. He would have gladly taken her pain if he could. But all he could do was offer comfort, whispering gentle reassurances as she labored to bring their child into the world.“I know, love! I know! Just breathe, okay?” Ceynol nervously encouraged her.Jade shot him a murderous glare between deep, ragged breaths. “Don’t tell me to breathe, you—!” Another sharp wave of pain interrupted her sentence, forcing a strangled groan from her lips.The doctors and nurses moved quickly, their voices calm yet firm as they guided her through every push. The sterile scent of the delivery room filled the air, mingling
“F*ck! This is the third time this week, Crown. Why did you do it again?” Ceynol’s sharp voice echoed through the spacious living room. His son, Crown, sat leisurely on the couch, his arms crossed, a single brow arched as if silently asking, Are you done, or should I wait a little longer? The clock struck five in the afternoon, and his wife had yet to return home. The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the wide glass windows, emitting warm streaks across the elegant furnishings. It was another Friday evening, and as much as Ceynol wished to enjoy the peaceful transition into the weekend, he had a pressing matter to attend to before his wife arrived: disciplining their eldest child. “It’s not my fault they don’t know what they’re teaching us,” Crown replied nonchalantly, his tone devoid of guilt. “I was merely pointing out the obvious and correcting them. I refuse to let my classmates learn inaccurate information.” Ceynol clenched his jaw, his patience wearing da
As Jade Vine made her way down the grand staircase, every eye in the room turned towards her. She smiled gracefully, but she could feel the weight of their gazes following her every step. There was something almost surreal about the moment—she was the center of attention, but all she could focus on was her appearance and how it might look to others. She paused for a moment to take in her reflection. The long black and gold tulle ball gown she wore shimmered under the lights, a perfect combination of elegance and luxury, and she felt a rush of pride. However, a persistent nervousness quickly eclipsed her pride.The theme of the night was black and gold, fitting for her debut, a celebration of her stepping into adulthood. Similar attire from the guests further enhanced the formal and refined atmosphere. The host of the party introduced her, along with her parents, and Jade scanned the room with curious eyes, hoping to spot someone in particular. Today, of all days, she longed to see o
At twenty-two years old, Jade Vine let out a deep sigh of exhaustion. She had just finished her shift as a fruit picker, a job she had taken on in New Zealand to support herself and her three-year-old son, Crown. As she walked into the small apartment she called home, the weight of the day was heavy on her shoulders. The moment she stepped inside, she immediately sought comfort in the familiar faces around her."Thank you for taking care of my son, Beth," she said to the elderly woman sitting in her living room.Beth, the babysitter and retired teacher, smiled warmly. "It's no trouble at all, Jade. Your little one is simple to take care of, as you know. He never cries, and it's almost like he understands your struggles."Jade's heart swelled with gratitude. Beth had been a godsend, offering to watch over Crown whenever Jade was working. She was a kind-hearted woman, and, as a neighbor, she had volunteered to help without hesitation. The elderly woman had no family of her own and was
At forty, Ceynol Tarragon's life bore the marks of success and influence. His name resonated in business circles, a beacon of triumph in a world where fortune eluded many. Yet, for all his accomplishments, a persistent shadow loomed over him—a frustration born not of material lack but of emotional void. A labyrinth of longing gripped his heart, as he sought something, or rather someone, that remained elusive.Ceynol had devoted much of his adulthood to building an empire. His businesses flourished, reflecting the discipline and determination of a man with clear goals. Yet, amidst boardrooms and balance sheets, he harbored a yearning that could not be satisfied by wealth alone. He searched for the woman who had captured his heart—a love he had long carried but never fulfilled.As he sat down in his office, a confrontation he had grown tired of enduring interrupted his thoughts. He was reviewing contracts."Get out, Lily!" His voice was sharp, laced with finality. "How many times must I
"Please, Fame! Don't follow me!" Jade's frustrated voice echoed through the bustling university hallways. The guy following her, Fame, who was annoyingly and persistently interested in her, got a harsh look from her. Today was meant to be a joyful day because it was the result of years of hard work and sacrifice, but Fame had once again made her wait too long. Jade was glad that she wouldn't have to see him anymore. They would go their different ways after graduation, and she would no longer have to deal with his constant pursuits. "Why do you avoid me all the time? I just want to take a picture with you and maybe have a fancy dinner with you. Why is that so bad?" Fame asked, giving off an inflated grin. Jade halted abruptly and faced him, her hands tightly clenched. "Ow! I need to get somewhere quickly. My son and his babysitter are waiting for me," she yelled, cutting through his cockiness with her sharp tone. Fame wavered for a moment, and his smile got a little tinier. He
“Jade…” Jade struggled to speak immediately upon hearing the familiar voice calling her name. The voice was one she was too familiar with, one that had consistently shown kindness, patience, and a willingness to overlook her every whim and flaw. She was intimately familiar with that voice. “Mom,” she said softly, her heart pounding as she uttered the word. There was a brief sigh on the other end of the line, and then her mother’s voice spoke again, though it was filled with a tinge of concern.“How are you doing, little one?” her mother asked, and Jade’s throat tightened. She bit her bottom lip, her heart aching as she fought to hold back the tears. She didn’t want to cry. Not yet. She didn’t want her mother to hear how much she had been struggling all these years, how much she had suffered in silence. “I’m okay, Mom,” Jade replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. But her voice wavered, betraying her true emotions. “How did you manage to get my phone number?” She had
“Are you prepared for some mischievous fun and games?” She whispered softly to him and placed her hand on his thigh. Ceynol’s throat tightened as he remained oblivious to Jade’s inexplicable actions upon his person, unable to regain control of himself. “Jade,” he said firmly. “Please,” he murmured. "I am but an old man," he said, attempting to gently extract Jade’s hands. He was consumed by the fear that her parents might catch a glimpse of them, while he was equally apprehensive that his closest friend would exact retribution upon him. “Ceynol, you are not old,” she reassured him. “I must say, my love,” slurred Jade, her speech slightly slurred from the numerous glasses of liquor she had imbibed, “I find myself quite taken with your mature and handsome appearance. No, that doesn't mean I can't seduce you and claim you as mine," she whispered, biting his ear gently. Ceynol continued to gaze at the house. Though the garden remained concealed, the possibility of his clo
“F*ck! This is the third time this week, Crown. Why did you do it again?” Ceynol’s sharp voice echoed through the spacious living room. His son, Crown, sat leisurely on the couch, his arms crossed, a single brow arched as if silently asking, Are you done, or should I wait a little longer? The clock struck five in the afternoon, and his wife had yet to return home. The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the wide glass windows, emitting warm streaks across the elegant furnishings. It was another Friday evening, and as much as Ceynol wished to enjoy the peaceful transition into the weekend, he had a pressing matter to attend to before his wife arrived: disciplining their eldest child. “It’s not my fault they don’t know what they’re teaching us,” Crown replied nonchalantly, his tone devoid of guilt. “I was merely pointing out the obvious and correcting them. I refuse to let my classmates learn inaccurate information.” Ceynol clenched his jaw, his patience wearing da
“I swear, Ceynol, if you ever touch me again, I will kill you!”Jade’s agonized scream rang throughout the delivery room, her grip on Ceynol’s hand as tight as a vice. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her hair clinging to her flushed skin as she struggled through another intense contraction.Ceynol winced slightly at the crushing pressure on his fingers but remained by her side, unwavering. He would have gladly taken her pain if he could. But all he could do was offer comfort, whispering gentle reassurances as she labored to bring their child into the world.“I know, love! I know! Just breathe, okay?” Ceynol nervously encouraged her.Jade shot him a murderous glare between deep, ragged breaths. “Don’t tell me to breathe, you—!” Another sharp wave of pain interrupted her sentence, forcing a strangled groan from her lips.The doctors and nurses moved quickly, their voices calm yet firm as they guided her through every push. The sterile scent of the delivery room filled the air, mingling
“Let me go!” Jade’s desperate scream echoed through the entire mansion, sending a wave of panic through every person inside.The guards stationed outside the master bedroom burst in immediately, their weapons drawn. What they saw made their blood run cold.Jade was struggling against Fame’s iron grip, his fingers still tight around her throat. Her face was turning pale, her hands clawing weakly at his wrist as she gasped for air.“Let go of Miss Jade! one of the guards roared, stepping forward.Fame turned his head slowly, his lips twisting into a sickening grin. Instead of obeying, he suddenly released Jade—but before anyone could react, he yanked a knife from his pocket and pressed the blade against her throat.Everyone in the room froze.Jade gasped as the cold steel touched her skin. She tried to move, but Fame's grip around her waist was too strong.“One step closer, and I swear I’ll slice her open,” Fame hissed, his eyes wild.The guards hesitated, their fingers trembling over t
The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the bedroom, blending with the sound of Jade's breathing. Ceynol sat on the edge of the bed, watching his wife shift uncomfortably beneath the silk sheets. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, emitting shadows along the walls. Jade had been restless for days. Her condition had worsened, leaving her exhausted and weak. She was barely a month into her pregnancy, but the toll it was taking on her body was evident. The doctor had warned them to be cautious—her pregnancy was fragile. Ceynol had never felt this level of fear before. He had faced ruthless rivals, outsmarted the most cunning businessmen, and even stood his ground against murderers like Fame. But nothing terrified him more than the possibility of losing Jade and their unborn child. Jade stirred, letting out a soft groan. Ceynol immediately reached out, brushing strands of hair from her face. “Are you okay?” He asked. She blinked up at him sleepily befo
Jade had always been strong. Stubborn, even. The kind of woman who never backed down, never showed weakness, never allowed herself to be anything less than in control.But lately… something was wrong.She felt it in the way her body betrayed her. The dizziness. The nausea. The constant exhaustion that clung to her like an invisible weight.At first, she ignored it.A headache? She brushed it off.Dizzy spells? Probably just stress.Vomiting? Maybe something she ate.But it was getting worse. And this morning, as she stood in their luxurious bathroom, gripping the cool marble sink with trembling fingers, she knew she couldn’t ignore it anymore.The world spun violently around her. A sickening wave of nausea crawled up her throat, forcing her to drop to her knees.She barely made it to the toilet before emptying her stomach.The retching sounds echoed in the quiet house. The sharp acidity burned her throat. Sweat beaded on her forehead. And when she finally lifted her head, gasping for
The city was alive with tension. Every television station, every news outlet, and every radio broadcasts the same urgent message.“Fame Xaviero, the escaped convict responsible for multiple crimes including arson, murder, trespassing, attempted murder, and serious physical injuries, remains at large. Authorities have increased the bounty for any information leading to his capture, now set at one hundred fifty million pesos. Citizens are urged to report any suspicious activity immediately.”Posters bearing Fame’s face were plastered across the streets of Manila, from dingy alleyways to the upscale districts. His sharp, unhinged gaze stared back at passersby, a stark reminder that a monster was still lurking somewhere in the dark.People whispered his name in hushed voices, their paranoia growing by the day. Some saw shadows where there were none, convinced he was watching them. Others carried weapons now—knives, guns, whatever they could find—just in case the infamous fugitive was clos
The private jet hummed softly as it soared through the sky, cutting through thick clouds that stretched endlessly beyond the windows. Jade sat back in her seat, watching Manila’s city lights in the distance. It had been an intense and fearful flight because of what happened on the island, but she felt a sense of relief washing over her at the thought of finally being home.Beside her, Ceynol was busy typing on his laptop, his jaw tense and his brows furrowed in focus.Jade let out a sigh, resting her head against the plush leather seat. “You’ve been at that for hours. You’re supposed to be relaxing, not plotting someone's downfall.”Ceynol didn’t look up. “Relaxing can wait. This is more important.”She eyed the screen and immediately recognized the files and reports. It wasn’t just anyone he was going after—it was the warden and the entire corrupt prison staff who had allowed Fame to escape.Jade sat up straighter. “You really won’t stop until every last one of them pays, huh?”Ceyno
The storm raged outside, its violent winds lashing at the villa, making the wooden beams groan in protest. The candlelight flickered, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The scent of wax and salt lingered in the air, mixing with the distant tang of rain that seeped through the cracks of the window.Jade curled up against Ceynol on the couch, her fingers gripping his shirt. The storm made it impossible to relax—every sudden gust of wind, every flicker of lightning sent her heart hammering in her chest.Something felt off. It wasn't just the storm. Not just the darkness.Something else. A presence.She couldn’t explain it, but an instinctual chill ran down her spine, making her skin prickle.Ceynol must have sensed her unease because he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re tense.”She exhaled sharply. “It’s just… something doesn’t feel right.” She keeps looking around and searching, but she finds none.Ceynol frowned slightly but didn’t dismiss her concerns. Instead,
The golden morning light streamed through the open windows of the villa, emitting a warm glow over the silk sheets that tangled around Jade’s legs. The scent of saltwater and tropical flowers drifted in from outside, mixing with the faint aroma of last night's candlelit dinner.Jade stretched lazily, her muscles pleasantly sore, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. Ceynol’s arm was still draped over her waist, his body radiating heat against her back. She turned slightly, her gaze tracing over his sleeping face—the strong jawline, the faint stubble, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest.For a moment, she just watched him. It was rare to see him like this, completely relaxed. There were no smirks or teasing remarks. Just… at peace.She smiled and carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as soon as her feet touched the cool wooden floor—“Where do you think you’re going?”A smirk played on Ceynol’s lips, his voice still thick with sleep. Before she could answer, he rea