“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 to ask. There was no escaping the question now. She stammered as she spoke, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush. On the other end, her mother let out another sigh, one that seemed to carry so much more weight than the words that followed. “Did you forget that your necklace has a tracker?” she asked gently. “We let you go, Jade. We knew you were strong enough to stand on your own two feet.” Jade froze, her breath catching in her throat. How could she have forgotten something so important? Her fingers instinctively brushed against the delicate chain around her neck, the same necklace her parents had given her when she was just five years old. It had been a gift, but it was more than that. It was a precaution. A measure to keep her safe in case something ever happened. A tracker, embedded in the necklace, allowed them to find her in case of an emergency, in case she was ever in danger. She had forgotten. She had completely forgotten about it. Her mother’s voice came through again, cutting through her thoughts. “We let you go, Jade,” she repeated, her words now sharp and hurt. “You didn’t even say goodbye. You didn’t tell us where you were going. We just let you leave.” Jade felt the sharp sting of guilt pierce her heart as her mother’s words sank in. She didn’t know what to say. She had left. She had disappeared without so much as a word to anyone. Without a thought for the people who loved her. She had left her parents without looking back. But now, hearing the sorrow in her mother’s voice, Jade regretted everything. Her mother continued, her voice filled with a quiet pleading. “Go home, Jade. We need you here. We won’t ask about Crown’s father. We don’t care about that, Jade. We just want you home.” Jade felt the tears begin to gather in her eyes. Her mother’s words pierced her heart. After all these years, all the silence, all the distance, her mother still loved her. Still wanted her back. “We have people looking out for you, baby,” her mother added, her tone now desperate. “Don’t think twice. Come home. We need you. Please, Jade. Come back.” The words hit Jade like a blow to the chest. She could barely breathe. Four years. Four years of living away from her parents, of trying to make a life on her own, and yet here they were, asking her to come back. She wanted to return to the place where everything began. A part of her wanted to refuse. A part of her was terrified. What would it mean to go back? To face the past? To face the people who had always loved her, even when she didn’t deserve it? Her mother’s voice softened, filled with more emotion now. “Jade, your father is in the hospital. He had a heart attack. He needs you. Please, come home. We all need you.” Jade’s heart lurched at the words. Her father. She hadn’t even known. She hadn’t known he was sick. Hadn’t known that he had been suffering. The weight of her mother’s words threatened to crush her. Her knees felt weak, and she had to steady herself against the car, her mind racing. “Mom, I can’t,” Jade whispered, her voice breaking. She didn’t know if she could face it. The idea of returning to the Philippines, to the life she had left behind—it terrified her. But her mother’s words echoed in her mind. Her father needed her. He needed her to come home. “I know you’re scared, baby. I know this is hard,” her mother continued, her voice softening again. “But your father is waiting for you. He wants to see you. He wants to meet Crown. I promise, Jade, he won’t interfere in your life. He just wants to see his daughter again.” Jade’s tears fell freely now. She didn’t know what to feel. She wanted to go. She wanted to run home and hold her father so she could apologize for everything she had done. But she was afraid. Afraid of facing her father, who had given her everything. The father who had loved her unconditionally, even when she had run away. Her mother’s voice was filled with a quiet plea. “Please, Jade. Come home. For your father. For me. We miss you so much.” Jade wiped her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath. “Can I use the private jet? I’ll go home immediately,” she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. She could hear the relief in her mother’s voice. “Oh, God! Thank you, Jade! Thank you so much!” Jade felt a pang of guilt as she listened to her mother’s voice break. She had caused her so much pain. She had been the source of so much heartache. And yet, her mother was still thanking her. “You don’t have to thank me, Mom,” Jade said, her voice quiet but sincere. “I should be the one apologizing to you and Dad. I’m sorry for everything.” Her mother’s voice softened again. “Your father wants to meet Crown. He may be angry, but I promise he won’t turn his back on you. All we want is to be with our daughter again.” Jade could feel the weight of her mother’s words lifting her heart. There was still hope. There was still a chance for reconciliation. She could go back. She could make things right. “I’ll go home, Mom,” Jade said, her voice filled with quiet resolve. “We’ll see each other tomorrow. I’ll pack my things, and I’ll take Crown with me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Her mother’s voice was filled with warmth now. “Thank you, baby. We’ll be waiting. And Crown… he’s going to love his grandma and grandpa. We’re so excited to meet him.” Jade smiled softly, the tension in her chest easing for the first time in years. “I’ll tell him, Mom. Thank you. I love you both. And I’m sorry.” The call ended, and Jade sat there for a moment, her phone pressed to her chest. She could feel the weight of everything lifting, as if a burden she had carried for so long was finally being set down. She had made the decision. She was going home. Beth’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Are you alright, Jade? Is everything okay?” Jade turned to Beth, a wide smile on her face, her eyes brimming with tears. “My mom called, Beth. She forgave me. She’s not angry anymore.” Beth’s eyes softened with understanding, and Jade reached out to hold her son’s face. “Grandpa and Grandma want us to come home. They want to meet you, Crown.” Crown’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really?! When, Mama?!” “Tomorrow, baby. They want us there tomorrow.” Jade had often told Crown stories of her parents— the things she missed about home. Now, it was time to take those stories to a new chapter. “I’m happy with you, Jade,” Beth said, her voice tinged with sadness. “But I’ll miss you both so much.” Crown hugged Beth tightly. “Don’t worry, Grandma Beth! We’ll visit you often! Or you can come to visit us in the Philippines!” Beth laughed, wiping a tear from her eye. “I will, I will. Thank you, both.” Jade stepped into the car and hugged Beth, her heart full of gratitude. “Thank you, Beth. You’ve done so much for us. I’ll never forget it. I’ll be forever grateful.” Beth patted her back, sniffing as she held back her tears. “No problem, Jade. I’m just glad you two are happy. I’ll miss you, but I know you won’t forget me.” Jade rested her head on Beth’s shoulder. “We love you, Beth.” And as the car pulled away, Jade knew one thing for certain: no matter what happened next, no matter the challenges ahead, she would face them head-on. She would go home, and no matter how difficult it might be to face Crown’s father, she would do whatever it took to protect her son. That was her promise. And she would keep it.“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
“Ohhh… Jade!” Ceynol sensed his climax approaching rapidly, and the sizable load of semen in his roiling testicles was practically begging for release. Ceynol cried out in ecstasy, his fingers entwining themselves in Jade’s hair as he savored the pleasure coursing through his body. With gentle encouragement, Ceynol urged her beloved to persevere. “Just a little more, baby,” he whispered, “you’re almost there.” Due to their happiness and possibly intoxication, Ceynol lost control of his mouth. He even calls Jade an endearment that made her heart flutter. Breathless and consumed by desire, he felt his body tense as he approached the pinnacle of pleasure. His heated essence surged upward, igniting every inch of his being. With an animalistic impulse, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid member deeper into her mouth. The man’s pubic hair pressed against her delicate nose as she skillfully accommodated the entire length of his impressive member in her throat. The man
“Why are you here again, Jade? Again?” Ceynol’s voice was sharp, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with frustration as he turned away from her. The dimly lit bar covered over his features, hiding the emotions he refused to let surface. Jade stood before him, unflinching. Her hair was damp from the rain outside, her dress clinging to her slender frame. Despite her trembling lips and tear-streaked face, her resolve remained unbroken. She had followed him here—again—desperate to prove something he refused to acknowledge. “I came because I love you,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of low conversations and clinking glasses around them. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” Ceynol gritted his teeth and grabbed his drink, downing it in one swift motion. His fingers trembled as he placed the glass back on the counter. “Go home, Jade. You don’t belong here. This conversation is already done weeks ago!” Jade’s chest tightened. The weight of his dismissa
“Sir, the jet Miss Jade was on has just landed. Her parents even closed their private airstrip for her arrival,” reported one of the hired men, his voice hesitant. Ceynol narrowed his eyes at them. He already knew. News of Jade’s return was on every TV station and social media platform. The Vine family was no ordinary lineage. Their name carried weight in the Philippines, synonymous with power and prestige. Unlike Ceynol’s family, who built their empire from the ground up with blood, sweat, and tears, the Vines had long been wealthy, a dynasty rooted in old money and influence. “Sir, we—” “Get out of my face! You're all useless!” Ceynol’s voice thundered through the room. His blood boiled at the thought of these so-called employees failing to provide him with timely information. Even the tabloids knew Jade’s whereabouts before they did.The men flinched at his fury, their faces pale. “What are you waiting for? Get out!” He barked again, his tone sharp and unforgiving. He slam
“Sir, we’ve confirmed it. The private jet that landed at the Vine’s private airstrip carried Miss Jade,” the man relayed hesitantly. Ceynol snatched the report, scanning the details with a clenched jaw. He tossed it aside and walked away, frustrated that, despite knowing this, he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her. The day had been a torturous cycle of false leads and wasted efforts. The sound of his tires screeching against the pavement broke the silence of his estate. His car sped through the gates and halted abruptly in the driveway. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the dim glow of the porch lights, its presence commanding but shaded by the weight of its driver’s fury. He stepped out, tugging at his polo shirt in irritation. The buttons at the top came undone as he loosened it, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his sweat-dampened skin. Exhaustion etched his face, and restrained anger sharpened his eyes. “Jade was already here. She’s in this country,” he muttered
Ceynol’s knees trembled as he waited, his heart pounding against his ribs. The moment Jade’s message flashed on his phone, a surge of excitement nearly launched him out of his swivel chair. But he caught himself, forcing his emotions into submission. This wasn’t just any meeting—this was about their son. He needed to stay composed.To ensure privacy, he had reserved the entire restaurant. This conversation was too personal, too delicate, to be overheard by prying ears. His gaze flickered to the entrance every few seconds, anticipating tightening his chest. His fingers tapped restlessly on the white tablecloth, and he had already drained several glasses of water in an attempt to soothe his nerves. The waiter had approached him multiple times, asking if he was ready to order, but each time, Ceynol had dismissed him with a curt shake of his head. He wasn’t here to eat. He was here for something far more important.Jade was late. Fifteen minutes had passed, but he remained rooted to hi
“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. It had been years since she had felt this warmth, this love she thought she’d lost.With sorrow and relief in her voice, her mother continued, "I couldn't come to fetch you myself. Your father… I couldn’t leave him. He’s been so unwell since the heart attack.” Jade nodded, understanding the weight her mother carried. “I missed you too, Mommy,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry for everything—for the hurt I caused. But I don’t regret the choices I’ve made.” Her voice wavered, a mi
“D*mn it!” Ceynol’s frustrated voice echoed as his foot slammed into the chair in front of him. He had just stormed into the private cottage located within the sprawling backyard of his friend, Camero Midea. His sudden outburst turned heads. Those who were married exchanged curious glances, while Camero, the host, simply smirked as he took a leisurely sip of his beer. “Whoa, do you have high blood pressure, bro? What’s got you so worked up?” Cameron asked casually, not even looking up as he shuffled a deck of cards. There were six of them gathered in the spacious and cosy cottage, their usual retreat. A corner away from their responsibilities, this place was a haven where they could speak freely and indulge in brotherhood. “I bet it’s about Jetter’s daughter,” Camero added with a mischievous grin. Ceynol shot him a sharp glare, but Camero only raised his beer in mock acknowledgement, his grin growing wider. The rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. They didn’t need a
“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