My bother was pretty convinced that Ghino's pre-wedding gift was given to me with intention. Brother Noah believed that this limited edition watch on my hand was built-in with a recorder inside it to keep track of our conversation. Good thing Ghino gave it to me three days after Mrs. Nacua got into an accident. Because if it happened before that, I might be swayed that his claim was true. I mean, with all the unfortunate and unresolved events that happened to us recently, one to mention was the mystery person or people behind Don Romualdo and Mrs. Nacua's sudden death, I'm not gonna say Brother Noah was simply making that up. He had a point and I am open to a million possibilities or "what ifs" in this kind of situation. After all, I haven't cleared out my suspicion of Ghino officially. So I took off the wristwatch and surrendered it to Brother Noah for him to have it examined as soon as possible. Then he set it in his pocket and left afterward, leaving me alone in
"If you keep doing this every time you miss me, I'd be glad to be your pillow, Elaine. You can lean on me every time the world is mean to you, do you hear me?" Dylan replied, his voice began to calm and sweet. Then he slowly linked his arms around me. "And I'm sorry. Truly am," he continued, "I knew you were saddened because of what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you, okay?" Those kind words were reassuring me deeply so I nodded as the tears in my eyes began soaking his back. "Once we settled everything, Dylan, let's have a trip together. Just the two of us. Can we do that?" Dylan heaved a sigh, ejecting the cold and profound air that was stuck in his chest. "Of course, we can definitely make that happen, Elaine. Where do you want to go? Europe? Thailand? Or the Philippines? Name the country." "Switzerland," I whispered softly as we tightened each other's hugs, "They said that Switzerland was such a beautiful and peaceful country." Since I was a kid, I h
My conscience cannot bear the possible impacts of making the impossible possible. Two hours ago, Dylan and I agreed to be extra careful about our ill-fated relationship until we fixed everything around. We promised each other that we would not get caught either by Maureen or Ghino. But the very first thing we aimed to avoid happened right there and then. My heart and mind were delighted and grateful five minutes ago - that I spent my precious night with the man I love and care about the most. And that I got the chance to take a closer look at his innocent and good-looking face in the middle of his profound slumber. Nevertheless, I did not expect my excitement and happiness to put an end in the blink of an eye. "Please, I'm begging you, Maureen," I continued while rubbing her shoulder. "We both know Don Romualdo entrusted the corporation to your husband. Anything. Tell me what I should do for you to forgive him. To let this slide." Maureen removed my hands away from her by force.
The next morning, amidst the hectic day in the office, my landline rang all of a sudden. I lifted the phone and clipped it in between my left ear and shoulder when my hands, eyes, and brain were preoccupied with the corporation's annual Financial Statements I requested from Jennifer and Dust the other day. Considering the ringing came from my landline, I expected the call to come from Dylan so I greeted him first, "Yes, Mr. Spencer? How can I help you? Or did you miss me already?" My sweet giggles were cut off when someone's female voice reverberated in my ears. "Honey, Elaine, this is me, your Mom. Your dad, John Dave, and I... We are in the lobby of the building where you are working. Can you pick us up?" I gulped right there and then as I removed the phone away from my ear. Everyone in the office was startled when the phone slipped off from my hand and fell onto my desk. "Are you alright, Ms. Elaine?" Jennifer asked as she frowned. Dust and Lalaine nodded their
"Are you all right, honey? You were a bit preoccupied since we arrived. Did something happen? Are you mad at us because we didn't inform you about our surprise arrival? We thought the two of you had discussed this the other day, that's why." Mom asked before she crawled her hand on my waistline. First of all, yes, I was not entirely fine. Something did happen even before they haven't arrived. I already expected this situation to happen but I did not expect it too soon. Am I mad at them because none of them inform me? Yes, I am, not only because I was guilty and worried for Dylan, but because halfway through, we were about to uncover the suspicious financial transactions in our annual Financial Statements. There was more to the story than meets the eye. I cannot afford that kind of fraud to keep going every year. I have to inform Dylan or Ghino about the case before it goes out of hand. But in order to do that, I have to study the case with utmost focus. With regard
In everyone's eyes, Maureen was like an angel befallen from heaven, bestowing us her inspiring life experience. What else should I expect from someone who loves nothing but attention? For Maureen, her noble image was the most crucial aspect that must be maintained in the meeting, considering she was married to the CEO of Spencer Group and Companies. She was otherwise known as the First Lady of the Empire. Maureen, in her current status, was either feared or well-respected by everyone around her now that a Spencer was attached to her last name. Either way, I'm not scared of her. Neither do I respect her. Well, I respected and even idolized her before, but after finding out her real color, everything changed in the blink of an eye. She was no longer worth my respect anymore. "Of course, there's no way our daughter would hate your idea, Ms. Maureen.", Mom replied on my behalf with a humble smile on her face. "After all, you and our daughter have been friends
The three of us fixed our eyes on the watch shortly. But it was not the watch that caused the commotion - the fact that they both lied to me was. If I didn't get the chance to hear the truth, I could have been fooled for the rest of my life. And I hated that. I hate myself for letting my guard down. "Explain to me what exactly, huh, Ghino?" I sassed furiously, "That even from the start, you couldn't trust me to be your wife, that's why you stabbed me behind my back, or because you had something to do with Don Romualdo's death? Which is which?" Ghino's frown extended from ear to ear. He was looking at me with profound confusion engraved all over his forehead, as though he was feeling skeptical of what was certainly going on. Brother Noah had his point taken. I was also convinced that he played dumb or innocent in this kind of situation to make sure his expressions and actions were conceivable and realistic - to continuously fool us until the very end of his story.
Ghino POV Special Edition Ten minutes ago. "Thank you so much for joining us on this very special day of our marriage, Brother Noah. Sorry for the last-minute call. Truly am. Uncle Dex told me that you were busy with something in his office earlier," I said in the middle of withdrawing urine out of my system. He humbly smiled at me as he slid to the next hanging toilet bowl and spread out his baby-maker. "Nah, it's my pleasure to be part of this kind of event, Brother Ghino. Thank you so much for welcoming my parents with open arms." I slid to the lavatory and rinsed my hands with warm water before I asked, "Umm... Do you think your parents like me? I mean, you knew them better than I do. And I wanted to impress them to have a good impression." Brother Noah followed me shortly to the lavatory and rinsed his hands as well, "First impression lasts." he retorted and I nodded my head in agreement. "Oh, by the way, I booked a presidential suite for all of y