“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
As soon as Jade stepped into the house, her father’s voice rang out like a sharp blade cutting through the silence. “Where have you and Crown been, Jadeey?”The weight of his voice made her pause. He was waiting for an answer, but she already knew the conversation wouldn’t end there. Her parents were seated in the living room, their faces unreadable yet laced with something heavy—concern, anger, disappointment. Maybe all three. She held her sleeping son in her arms, his soft breaths warm against her neck. The man who had driven them home had offered to walk them inside, but she refused. The last thing she needed was for the family guards to recognize Ceynol’s car. Instead, she had taken a different vehicle—the one Ceynol had parked near the coffee shop earlier. “I just took Crown out for a little trip, Dad,” she answered, keeping her eyes averted. “With whom?” Her mother’s cold voice followed. Jade swallowed. They knew. Of course, they did. They weren’t asking for informati
Ceynol felt an overwhelming surge of joy the moment he received Jade’s call. She had invited him to meet their son—a chance to forge the bond he had longed for but had never been given. It was a moment he had yearned for, an opportunity to make up for lost time. But his elation was short-lived. Their child, Crown, had asked him a question—one that had haunted him for days afterward. It was a simple inquiry, yet it carried the weight of all the years he had missed. The thought tormented him: What if he never truly got the chance to be a father to his own flesh and blood? Ceynol hadn't expected Crown to be so sharp, so quick-witted for their age. Despite being just a child, Crown spoke with an unfiltered honesty that left him speechless. There were no rehearsed words, no carefully chosen phrasing—just raw, unguarded truth. As they walked through the museum, he found himself trailing slightly behind them, his hands itching to reach out and hold Crown’s. Yet, he refrained. H
Jade left Ceynol without an answer. It had been a week since their conversation, yet her mind remained unsettled. She still couldn’t believe it—Ceynol was unmarried. After all these years, he was still single. The revelation had shaken her to the core, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Lilly’s interference had truly kept them apart.She had spent the past week in a whirlwind of emotions, searching for any proof that Ceynol had lied to her. She scoured social media, asked discreet questions, and even considered hiring someone to look into his past, but everything pointed to the same truth: Ceynol had never married."So what?" a voice in her head sneered. "Does that mean you’re going to run back into his arms just because he’s single? Have you forgotten everything? The pain? The humiliation? Are you just going to throw away your pride like that?"Jade clenched her fists. Her mind was right. Just because he wasn’t married didn’t mean everything was suddenly okay. And even if she did en
Ceynol’s knees trembled as he sat waiting, his heart pounding in anticipation. A storm of emotions raged inside him—hope, anxiety, excitement, and an undeniable fear of what was about to unfold. The moment Jade’s message flashed on his phone, his breath hitched, and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his veins, nearly sending him flying out of his chair.But he forced himself to stay put. He needed to remain composed, to handle this meeting carefully. One reckless move, one misplaced word, and he might lose everything before he even had a chance to explain himself. To ensure complete privacy, Ceynol had reserved the entire restaurant for their conversation. This was a personal matter, and he didn’t want prying eyes or unnecessary distractions. He kept glancing at the entrance, gripping his glass as he took sip after sip of water to calm his nerves. The waiter had already approached him multiple times, asking if he was ready to order, only for Ceynol to wave him away impatiently
“Damn it! Why do I keep having these dreams?!”Jade bolted upright, panting, her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers instinctively ran through her tousled hair as she tried to steady herself. The remnants of yet another vivid dream clung to her mind—intimate, heated, and frustratingly persistent.Every night, without fail, her dreams unfolded like a never-ending drama, each one seamlessly continuing from where the last left off. And every single time, they revolved around the same man. It was infuriating. Jade exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if it would dispel the lingering images. ‘It’s just a dream,’ she told herself. ‘Nothing more. He’s not even real.’ The idea of being involved with someone like him—an unattainable, married man—was laughable. She wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such fantasies, let alone allow them to affect her waking life. But the intensity of the dreams made it difficult to simply brush them off. She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at th
CEYNOL'S nimble fingers swiftly undid his pants and shorts, revealing his taut, muscular thighs and the tantalizing bulge in his underwear. As he descended upon the woman’s parted legs, Jade’s hand reached out to tenderly grip his throbbing member. With a sultry whisper, she beckoned him closer, her lips parting to welcome the throbbing heat of his manhood. Jade sauntered into Ceynol’s abode with a confident air, her sensual gaze fixed upon the man. With a sly smile, she began to weave her seductive web, drawing him in with every subtle movement of her body. As they ventured forth into the world of forbidden pleasures, they knew that only they possessed the knowledge to fully comprehend the depths of their carnal desires. Jade lay seductively on the billiard table, her luscious legs parting eagerly for Ceynol’s touch. Her luscious folds were dripping with sweet nectar, aching to be tasted and explored. Ceynol’s hips swayed sensually as he pushed himself forward, plunging his
Ceynol’s nerves were stretched taut as he sat in his car, parked a short distance from the imposing Vine mansion. His phone sat idly on the console beside him, devoid of the buzz or chime he desperately longed to hear. Every tick of the clock only heightened his restlessness. Why hasn’t she called? He wondered, his mind a whirlwind of speculation. Jade’s silence was deafening, and Ceynol was drowning in its weight. He took another sip of his beer, the cold liquid barely soothing the storm brewing within. It was becoming a nightly ritual—a feeble attempt to numb the ache in his chest. But the alcohol couldn’t erase her from his thoughts. Nothing could. He had toyed with the idea of storming the Vine mansion, barging in just to catch a glimpse of her. To demand answers. To make her listen. But his pride, or perhaps his fear of rejection, kept him chained to his car seat. Someday soon, he thought. ’When I can’t take it anymore, I’ll do it.’ Consequences be damned.The memory of Jad
Her father didn’t utter a single word when he walked out of the meeting room, leaving the finality of his declaration hanging in the air: Jade Vine was the new CEO of Vine Enterprises. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of papers and the low murmurs of the board members. Though there was initial hesitation, the resemblance between Jade and her father—both in demeanor and business acumen—was undeniable. Ultimately, they accepted her leadership without protest. After the meeting, Jade’s new secretary guided her to the CEO’s office. The space was immaculate, adorned with modern furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. Despite the grandeur, Jade’s mind was elsewhere. She barely acknowledged the employees who greeted her on her way in, brushing past them with a polite nod. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her breath shallow and quick. “My child’s father is in the same building as me,” she tho
“Are you okay, Jadeey?” her mother asked for the third time, her voice laced with concern. Jade stood frozen in place, her knees trembling as she anxiously awaited her father’s arrival from their upstairs bedroom. His steps were slow and measured, hindered by the cane he now needed to walk. Several household staff accompanied him to ensure his safety. “I’m nervous, Mommy,” she admitted honestly, her voice almost a whisper. “Don’t be,” her mother replied, her tone soft yet firm. “You graduated with flying colors from a prestigious university in New Zealand. Isn’t that enough to make us proud? This is your time, Jadeey. You’re ready to take the reins of the company your father has worked so hard to build. He’s been preparing you for this moment since you were fourteen.” Jade nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. The weight of responsibility felt heavier than ever, but her mother’s words provided a semblance of reassurance. She let out a heavy sigh, her mind briefly wandering