THE BEGINNING OF THE END VCharles's POV ❤️Bianca was wheeled out of the surgery room, and as the doctor said earlier, she needed rest. The nurses moved her carefully, guiding the stretcher down the brightly lit corridor toward the recovery ward. My heart ached with each step they took— she looked so fragile, so small, and I could tell she was fighting for her life even now.I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Relief that she was alive flooded me, but it was tangled with fear. Would she be okay? Truly okay? No matter what happened, no matter how much the future scared me, I vowed to stand by her. She didn’t just make me happy; she was my happiness.The sound of the stretcher wheels squeaking echoed in the quiet hallway. Kumiko and Zac walked behind me, their expressions grim, the weight of the day etched on their faces. Kumiko rubbed her arms, restless and visibly drained, while Zac stuck close to her side, glancing at her with concern every now and then.When we reached Bianca’s new ro
HELLO, GOODBYE AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN Jason's POV ❤️I paced about the hospital room, my steps echoing faintly in the silence. My mind was a tangle of worry, prayers, and guilt, as I silently prayed for Bianca. She was in surgery, and things could either go south or smoothly. I couldn’t stop myself from hoping— no, begging— that everything would turn out fine.The nurses barely gave me anything to work with earlier. I wasn’t family or anyone with the right to know much about her condition. I was lucky one of them even acknowledged me when I asked.“She’s in surgery,” the nurse had said, her tone clipped.That was hours ago, and there was still no news.Bianca is in surgery. Charles was probably there with her, along with her best friend. They were closer to her than I had ever been. They would be worried sick too, probably more worried than I was. What would I even do if I went there? Stand in a corner like a ghost? It would only make things awkward if I went there.Finally, I sat
HOPE, AND THE START OF SOMETHING NEW!JASON'S POV ❤️The nurse led me through the dimly lit hospital corridor to the room where Bianca was staying. Each step I took felt heavier, as if my guilt was weighing me down. The soft shuffle of her shoes against the tiles echoed faintly, but all I could focus on was the growing tightness in my chest.When we arrived, I hesitated outside the door. She stopped beside me, her expression urging me to go in, but I only nodded in gratitude, too afraid that speaking might somehow disturb Bianca.The door was left slightly ajar, enough for me to see inside. There she was, lying pale and fragile on the hospital bed, her pale face illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside monitor. The sight made my stomach churn— she looked so fragile, so unlike the Bianca I knew.Charles was there beside her, murmuring softly. His expression was a mixture of sorrow and hope as he held her hand. His hands clutching hers as if letting go would shatter her, mostly him. F
HOPE IS MORE THAN FLEETING Bianca's POV ❤️The bright and shimmering moonlight streamed through the hospital window, casting a dimly glow to the room, a perfect illustration to the situation at hand. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, mingling with the quiet hum of machines nearby. Jason sat beside me, the weight of his presence both familiar and strange.He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. My breath caught as he opened it, revealing the earrings I had left at his place when I decided to stay with Charles—those delicate, silver, and shimmering in the light. I thought I would never get to see it again, and I could tell that this was his way of saying goodbye.Before I could find the words to apologize, to tell him I was sorry for doubting him, Jason stood up. I watched him walk away, each step feeling like a door closing. He had never cheated on me. He had told the truth, but I hadn’t believed him. My mistrust had cost us both so much, and now there was n
THE REUNION Bianca's POV ❤️The soft hum of a machine accompanied the warmth of sunlight that streamed through the thin hospital curtains, pooling on the bed, warming my face and forcing me awake. The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic, but the warmth of strong arms around my waist made it feel less lonely. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.Blinking against the light, I turned my head slowly, my heart softening at the sight of Charles sleeping next to me, his face mere inches from mine. In sleep, he looked so peaceful. His features, usually sharp with worry and determination, were relaxed while he was asleep. His furrowed brow relaxed, the usual tension in his jaw gone as it was no longer clenched as it usually was, and the faint lines on his forehead had smoothed out. It was as though the weight of the world on his shoulders had finally lifted for the first time in ages, leaving him at ease. His
IN YOUR ARMS, AGAIN!BIANCA'S POV ❤️I reached for an apple slice, but paused mid-motion when I noticed Charles. He hadn’t touched his burger. Instead, he was staring at his hands, his fingers clasped tightly together as if grounding himself.There was something different about him—something hesitant, almost fragile, and entirely unlike the Charles I was used to. The quiet between us stretched, the tension growing as he shifted slightly in his seat."Bianca," he said at last, breaking the silence, his voice soft and trembling.I glanced up from my apple, his tone catching my attention and catching me off guard. His burger sat untouched on the table, the scent of melted cheese and grilled beef wafting faintly in the air. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t looking at me but instead at his hands, which were clasped tightly together that his knuckles were beginning to turn white."No matter what happens," he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper, "and no matte
REST WELL, MOTHER!Charles's POV ❤️It had been two weeks since Bianca was discharged from the hospital. With consistent physiotherapy and medication, she could walk again—though she still needed the wheelchair on some days.I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time in ten minutes, tapping my foot impatiently. Bianca was taking forever."Bianca!" I yelled, my voice carrying a mix of frustration and amusement."Coming, babe! Just five more minutes!" she called back, her tone cheerful.She'd been saying "five more minutes" for over an hour now. At this rate, we would miss the event entirely and that couldn't happen.I sighed in defeat and sank onto the couch, switching on the TV."...and in other news, Axel Bandra, the brother of business tycoon and multi billionaire Charles Bandra, has been found guilty and arrested for murder. Yes, you heard that right. Axel admitted to his crimes, along with several others, and is set to face trial tomorrow. He..."The reporter’s voice droned on,
THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING Charles's POV ❤️It was finally the day to leave for the island. Mr. Tusch was driving, and Bianca and I sat in the backseat. She hummed a cheerful tune, her legs swinging back and forth like an overexcited kid. I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly childish she could be. The drive was smooth, and soon, we arrived at my private airport. My jet stood waiting, sleek and ready for takeoff. Mr. Tusch brought the car to a halt. The moment the engine cut off, Bianca flung the door open and bolted toward the jet, her excitement spilling over. Meanwhile, my bodyguards approached. Two opened the door for me while the others began unloading the luggage from the trunk. “Welcome, Master Charles,” they chorused, their voices perfectly synchronized. Bianca paused mid-step when she realized I wasn’t following her. She turned back, hands on her hips, her expression somewhere between amused and impatient. “See you soon, Master Charles,” Mr. Tusch said w
Hi, readers ❤️ We have finally come to end of this chapter. Words can't reveal how much this means to me 💞 It took me two years or more to complete this book (I lost count), but I'm finally done. Yayyyyy 🥳💅 Thanks to everyone who was still sticking around with me even after my irregular uploads and updates. Thank you so much for trusting me and trusting the process cause it got to a point where I wasn't even sure of what I was doing. This is my first novel ever but in my opinion, it turned out far better than I had imagined (I tried for my first attempt). I made lots of errors, deviated from the story line a little bit, and there were days where I felt like giving up, but I'm extremely glad I didn't and that I pushed through. "You wouldn't know unless you try!" This has been my go to quote, my inspiration whenever I felt like giving up. Although it took me two years to complete it, there's no need for me to be hard on myself. So, this is my special thanks to everyone for stickin
HAPPILY EVER AFTER EPILOGUEBianca's POV ❤️"Charlesssss, hurry!!!" I screamed, a hint of impatience in my voice. "My gosh, what’s taking you so long?""Coming, babe!" Charles called back, but there was still no sign of him.Charles and I had been living on the island—my island—for a week now. He seemed to be starting to forget the weight of what happened to his brother, or maybe he was just trying to forget. One thing I knew for sure was how much happier he seemed now. He wasn’t completely over the past, but he was making progress, letting go of the guilt he had carried for so long.Since I owned the island now, I invited Zac and Kumiko to join us. It would be more fun with all of us together, and they were already on their way.I heard the door open behind me, followed by a hand wrapping around my waist. Charles kissed my neck, and I shivered. Now wasn’t the time for this. I couldn’t get distracted right now."Hey, little one. Sorry I took so long.""It's fine." I replied, but then
THE END OF A LOVE STORY Charles's POV ❤️ Bianca’s tears flowed freely, soaking into my shoulder as I held her close. Her trembling shoulders pressed against me, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride and relief. I stroked her hair gently as she cried tears of joy into my shoulder. Each soft sob echoed the overwhelming happiness she felt. Seeing her this happy—it made everything worth it. She was happy, and that was all that mattered to me. Her grip on the documents tightened as though she feared they might disappear if she let go. “I love you so much, Bianca,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than I can ever say. Thank you for staying with me.” She pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes, her own brimming with gratitude. “Charles, thank you for everything. Thank you for believing in me, for fighting for me, for... this.” Her gaze flicked down to the papers in her hands. "Thank you for everything, Charles. Thank you," she said betwee
THE BEGINNING OF THE END VIJason's POV ❤️The bar wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t quiet either. A low hum of conversations mixed with clinking glasses created a steady rhythm. I sat in a corner booth, my fingers nervously tapping against the wooden table. The glow of the overhead light made the transparent liquid in my glass shimmer, but I hadn’t touched it. It had been three weeks since I met Mabel. Three weeks since she found me broken, bleeding, and lost. And now, even after I had been discharged from the hospital, she was still here. I couldn’t shake the thought—why does she care so much?I didn’t deserve her kindness. I hadn’t even fully healed emotionally. I still haven't fully gotten over Bianca yet, even though I knew she had found her happiness elsewhere. Meeting Mabel had been like finding a lifeline I didn’t know I needed. But was it fair to her? “Hey, Jason,” a familiar voice called out, soft yet vibrant. I glanced up and spotted Mabel near the entrance of the bar we h
WELCOME TO GREEN ISLAND II Bianca's POV ❤️ We had finally arrived at the island, and the sight before me stole my breath all over again. The expanse of the crystal-clear ocean shimmered under the golden sun, its waves crashing gently against the shore in a soothing rhythm. The air carried a salty tang, mingled with the earthy scent of the surrounding forest, which seemed greener and more vibrant than I remembered. As Charles and I stepped off the jet, my arm wrapped snugly around his, I couldn’t help but drink it all in. Everything felt surreal, like stepping into a painting that was somehow more alive than reality. It was astounding. Standing by the dock, Mr. Matthews was already waiting for us. It was almost as if he had some sixth sense for our arrival—or maybe he had just been standing there for hours, keeping himself entertained with the ocean waves, but the warm smile on his face showed no sign of impatience. In the distance stood the house, the only structure on the is
THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING Charles's POV ❤️It was finally the day to leave for the island. Mr. Tusch was driving, and Bianca and I sat in the backseat. She hummed a cheerful tune, her legs swinging back and forth like an overexcited kid. I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly childish she could be. The drive was smooth, and soon, we arrived at my private airport. My jet stood waiting, sleek and ready for takeoff. Mr. Tusch brought the car to a halt. The moment the engine cut off, Bianca flung the door open and bolted toward the jet, her excitement spilling over. Meanwhile, my bodyguards approached. Two opened the door for me while the others began unloading the luggage from the trunk. “Welcome, Master Charles,” they chorused, their voices perfectly synchronized. Bianca paused mid-step when she realized I wasn’t following her. She turned back, hands on her hips, her expression somewhere between amused and impatient. “See you soon, Master Charles,” Mr. Tusch said w
REST WELL, MOTHER!Charles's POV ❤️It had been two weeks since Bianca was discharged from the hospital. With consistent physiotherapy and medication, she could walk again—though she still needed the wheelchair on some days.I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time in ten minutes, tapping my foot impatiently. Bianca was taking forever."Bianca!" I yelled, my voice carrying a mix of frustration and amusement."Coming, babe! Just five more minutes!" she called back, her tone cheerful.She'd been saying "five more minutes" for over an hour now. At this rate, we would miss the event entirely and that couldn't happen.I sighed in defeat and sank onto the couch, switching on the TV."...and in other news, Axel Bandra, the brother of business tycoon and multi billionaire Charles Bandra, has been found guilty and arrested for murder. Yes, you heard that right. Axel admitted to his crimes, along with several others, and is set to face trial tomorrow. He..."The reporter’s voice droned on,
IN YOUR ARMS, AGAIN!BIANCA'S POV ❤️I reached for an apple slice, but paused mid-motion when I noticed Charles. He hadn’t touched his burger. Instead, he was staring at his hands, his fingers clasped tightly together as if grounding himself.There was something different about him—something hesitant, almost fragile, and entirely unlike the Charles I was used to. The quiet between us stretched, the tension growing as he shifted slightly in his seat."Bianca," he said at last, breaking the silence, his voice soft and trembling.I glanced up from my apple, his tone catching my attention and catching me off guard. His burger sat untouched on the table, the scent of melted cheese and grilled beef wafting faintly in the air. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t looking at me but instead at his hands, which were clasped tightly together that his knuckles were beginning to turn white."No matter what happens," he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper, "and no matte
THE REUNION Bianca's POV ❤️The soft hum of a machine accompanied the warmth of sunlight that streamed through the thin hospital curtains, pooling on the bed, warming my face and forcing me awake. The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic, but the warmth of strong arms around my waist made it feel less lonely. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.Blinking against the light, I turned my head slowly, my heart softening at the sight of Charles sleeping next to me, his face mere inches from mine. In sleep, he looked so peaceful. His features, usually sharp with worry and determination, were relaxed while he was asleep. His furrowed brow relaxed, the usual tension in his jaw gone as it was no longer clenched as it usually was, and the faint lines on his forehead had smoothed out. It was as though the weight of the world on his shoulders had finally lifted for the first time in ages, leaving him at ease. His