**Kyle's POV***It was bewildering enough that after the day I took her home, I found her at my birthday party. I was so sure that she wanted nothing to do with me, but seeing her in my party gave me some sort of excitement that I could barely describe. While attending to my guests, I kept searching for her with my gaze. I saw her talking and smiling with Kevin, which was such an annoying sight to behold. I can't deny that when I saw them this way, I felt a little out of place. I can't describe what that feeling was all about. Probably because she never gave me the opportunity to be friends with her, but she's talking freely to Kevin whom I know she only met recently. “Hey, what's up?” The voice of Jacob immediately made me snap away from my thoughts. “Huh? Nothing much.” I denied taking my gaze away from them. “Those two, they look like they are dating, don't you think?” Jacob asked, staring at the direction which I had stopped looking at. “You mean?”“I mean my sister and
**Fancy's POV***“You can pull up at that lane,” I instructed Kevin, and he immediately pulled up at the exact location I asked him to. Quickly, I unfastened my seatbelt. “Fancy, are you okay?”The sudden question from Kevin immediately made me raise my head up to look at him. “Yes, I'm okay. Anything the matter?”“I don't know how to describe it, but you seemed quite lost in thought and quiet. In fact, you've been so silent ever since we left Kyle's birthday party. Is anything the matter? You can share with me, I'm a good listener.”Instantly, I began to feel nervous. I had tried not to show the sour mood I was in, but little did I know that no matter how much I tried to hide it, it still found its way to light. “You don't have to worry about me. I'm actually doing okay,” I muttered, trying to fake a smile. Kevin searched my eyes with a creased brow, which made me hold my breath as if he were going to find out what was wrong with me the moment I breathed out. “Are you sure you
**Kyle's POV***I sat on the balcony with a file in hand and at the same time, hit my pen on the table. “Coach, is this all you need me to find out?”I looked up at Mr. Devon and smiled. "Yes, this is all, and you should quit calling me coach when we are alone, Mr. Devon. It sounds awkward.”Mr Devon smiled broadly. “I know. But that's what everyone calls you. It's not my fault you've become pretty popular. Your father will be proud of you if he finds out about how well you've been doing for yourself.”I stiffened at the mention of my father. “Oh my! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spoil your mood.”“No, you didn't. I know you care a lot for me, which is why you've been helping me out these past few years, am I wrong?”Devon heaved a deep sigh and walked closer to where I sat. He slowly placed his hand on my shoulders, “Kyle, ever since your father was jailed, I've seen you weak and helpless. More reason why I have chosen to help you all these years.”“Mr. Devon, you have no idea j
**Fancy's POV***# Two weeks later “And that would be all for today, ladies!” My dance instructor said, bidding us goodbye with a smile. Immediately, I collapsed on the floor, panting. Despite my modeling career, I've been taking dance lessons. For one, I love dancing, and secondly, it's also a part of the exercise I do to keep fit. I looked to my side where I found my water bottle. With a smile on my face, I reached out for it and gulped the content of the water inside down my throat. Just then, I heard my phone ring in my purse next to me. I reached for my bag and took out the phone. To my greatest surprise, it was a call from my mom.At this time of the day? This was surprising because she was supposed to be at work. While still sipping the water from the bottle, I answered the call. “Hey mom, what's up!”I heard silent sobs and sniffling, which made me freeze. What was that? “Mom, are you okay?”“Fancy, what should I do? I think I've lost, Simon?”Immediately, I spat out t
**Fancy's POV**“What?!” Immediately, I sat up straight from my bed but tried not to scream out in order not to wake my mom. I shook my head in disbelief while staring at the text. I looked at the time and it was 1am. What the hell? How can they terminate my contract at this point of the night, knowing I'll not be able to get to the company by this time. This is unbelievable. I can't believe this one bit! I got out of bed with care and went to the living room. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts were a mess. I haven't recovered from my mom's failed marriage, and now my contract is being terminated by the first company that hired me in New York. What the hell is going on? Why are things getting this messy? What could be the problem?I can't just sit here. I searched for their email on the company's website and left them a message, requesting that they provide me a detail of the reason my contract was being terminated. I tried thinking about what I must have done wrong to make
**Fancy's POV**# Two weeks laterA lot had happened within the span of two weeks. My mom sold her home where she lived with her husband. She even got laid off from work. I had tried to hide the impact of the scandal from her, but she saw the last message from the only company I work for. They terminated my contract and they boldly stated the reason. My mom collapsed when she saw this. I rushed her to the hospital where she got treated. After much deliberation, she decided that we both pack our things and return to Mexico. But I had wanted to find out who did this to us. Whoever it was had succeeded in destroying us, which isn't fair. Whoever did this to us should be caught and punished, but my mom wouldn't let that happen. She just wanted us to leave. We bought a small home in Mexico and we both lived together. I had earlier told my dad about what happened, and he was just as dumbstruck. He suggested that we all live together, but my mom wouldn't allow it. I understand her and I
**Kyle's POV***“Hey man, you came here today. Tell me, is it because of Vanessa?”“What are you talking about? I came to see you, Kevin.”“Oh! So tell me, do you like the atmosphere here?” Kevin asked. I looked around the serene environment and nodded my head. “You did a a great job. Too bad your father might go bankrupt at the rate you're spending his money."“He'll be glad I am. You know, I had wanted to handle his fashion company, but he thinks I'm not talented enough for it. He thinks I lack the tenacity.”“Well, I think so too. No, father would want their son to gamble with the company they've worked so hard for.”“Hey man, don't talk like that. Are you on my side or his?”“I'm on the side of truth. That's all.”“You're unbelievable, get outta here!” Kevin said, and we both chuckled heartily. “So tell me, how did you find me here?”“Well, I felt bored and needed someone to talk to, so I thought of coming here since you invited me before now. I never thought of seeing you, thou
**Fancy's POV**After my conversation with Kevin, I asked him to allow me a week to think things through before I give him a reply. Kevin was indeed a gentleman. He told me he'll wait for my response and wouldn't let anyone take the vacant spot until I had given him my reply. I can't believe this was happening. I had no hope of ever working in this field ever again. I had decided that things wouldn't get better. I thought I should move on to a different career and had even started thinking about a few careers I can go into. “Thank you so much, Kevin. You do not know just how much I appreciate the fact that you considered me for this, even when I know I'm not worth your wait.”“Don't say things like that. It's the loss of those who ended your contract.”Immediately I stood up. I needed someone to talk to concerning this. “Thank you for this, Kevin. I guess it's time I take my leave now. Not to worry, I'll surely give you my reply within a week.”“And I just can't wait to hear from
**Fancy's POV***Just as I exclaimed, he came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, and carrying a tray containing food. I was shocked to see this.“Hi! Glad you're back. Please have a seat,” he said, placing the tray on top of the dining table. I couldn't believe my eyes, and this was because it was a rare sight, seeing Kyle in an apron making dinner. I have known him to always order a take out. If my guess is right, the only time I've seen him serve breakfast in bed was the morning after our first sex. He wasn't wearing an apron then, so this looks like a different level entirely. “Mom, take a seat already,” Nathan urged and only then did I realize I have been standing in one spot and staring at him with eyes wide open in surprise. I slowly walked over to the seat next to Nathan and sat down. Kyle served Tamales for dinner and the aroma undeniably made my mouth water. Nathan was the first to take a bite and he exclaimed, “Hmm this is delicious!” he said, licking his lips with e
**Fancy's POV***As soon as I left Kyle's car, I took a taxi to the hospital to sew my dad. Since it was morning I'm sure my mom was there too. Just as I had thought, the moment I opened the door to my dad's room I was shocked to see my mom there just as I had expected. “My goodness! Fancy, you didn't let us know you were coming.”My mom said, staring at me with surprise. “I'm sorry mom. I know I should have informed you but I wanted to surprise you,” I said with a smile but realized I wasn't even carrying a flower, since I was coming to see my dad. “I'm so sorry dad. This is indeed my bad. I should have brought you some flowers.”“Oh come on, honey. You're all the flowers I ever needed. I'm glad you came to see me.” My dad said with a smile. Just then, I noticed him looking behind me. “What about my grandson? It's been a long time since I last saw him.”“Oh, about Nathan… He's actually in school, dad.”“That's good.”My dad said with satisfaction. “Fancy, may I have a word wit
**Fancy's POV**I creased my brow, wondering what the maid wants at this time of the night. I strolled to the door without asking if it was Ophelia or someone else. I quickly opened the door while adjusting my robe from my shoulders, but I instantly went pale when I saw Kyle at the door. I froze where I stood with my gaze up at him. “What do you want!”“Please don't sound this way. I only wanted to speak with you.”“About?” I asked with a creased brow. “I wished to know if you found the place adjustable.”I heaved a deep sigh and slowly came out of my room. “Well, I'm sorry you already know how I feel about this place.” I said, walking ahead of him at a slow pace. “I actually have no idea. That's why I'm asking,” he replied behind me. I quickly paused and turned around to face him. “Kyle, stop trying to win favors with me. Who you should actually care about is our son, not me. Don't think because I'm here with you, I've completely forgotten what you did!”He went silent for a wh
**Fancy's POV**After touching my face, I looked in the mirror and let out a low gasp. My face had changed and looked healthy. At this point, while staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help the tears that dripped from my eyes. I wished things were better. I wished all the things I suffered were just a long nightmare.But if they should be nightmares, doesn't mean Nathan wouldn't be real? The mere thought alone made me shake my head at once. I've lived with Nathan for so long, and living in a world without him would be torture. So, at the end of the day, I have to stick with the bitter truth that Kyle and I have a bad blood that can never be reconciled. Though I truly hope that things could change. After dressing up, I decided to go down for breakfast. Just as I descended the stairs I spotted the dinning being prepared by Ophelia. But something else caught my eyes that made me freeze for a few moments. I was shocked to see Kyle and Nathan all seated quietly on the dini
**Fancy's POV***I can't believe I had slept until it was 8pm, and I only had to wake up when I heard a loud knock on the door. I slowly stood up from bed and went to get the door. To my surprise, it was the laid, Ophelia, who helped me transport my luggage back to the room I realized I was originally given. When I found out that it was necessarily Kyle who wanted that, I couldn't help but bad mouth him for what he didn't do. I heaved a long deep sigh after my luggage was transported back to my own room. Now I at least have a space of my own to avoid bumping into him because it's definitely not something I want to be doing in the coming times. The day went on smoothly. After dinner, Nathan decided he preferred to watch his favorite night sports before going to bed. I had wanted to refuse him like I did back at home, but then I somehow felt guilty that doing that in his dad's house was me trying to take away the privilege of him being in his father's house. I mean, who am I to tell
***Kyle's POV***After the business meeting, Ai just couldn't wait to get home. Though Ray had told me earlier that they had successfully settled in the house. But then, I was still a little worried, especially with Fancy. I wonder if she's okay with the villa or if she despises it as much as she despises me. “Mr. Kyle, we are pleased the meeting is finally over,” Mr. Sheriff announced as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “I'm glad it's over as well. Now we can all go home and have some rest.”“You're right. My son's birthday is tomorrow. I need to take the earliest flight back to Mexico.” Sheriff stated. When he mentioned, son, I couldn't help but think about Nathan. I wonder what day Nathan was born. The only person who can actually give me these details is no one else but Fancy. But then I wonder if she'll tell me. She seemed to hate me with so much passion and I understand why, though. After bidding farewell to my colleague, I went to my hotel room. Before leaving, I
***Fancy's POV***I didn't realize just how tired I was until I heard someone say, “We are finally here, ma'am.” I wasn't a deep sleeper, so it was easy for me to hear whatever was said in my sleep. I sharply opened my eyes, only to see Ray staring back at me from the front seat. “Ma'am, we are finally at the Villa now.”“Oh, I dozed off,” I was explaining, but Ray shook his head. “It is highly understandable, considering the journey is quite far.”I slowly took my head downwards only to realize that I wasn't actually the only one who slept, but Nathan as well. After asking all the questions in the world, he finally fell asleep. Wonderful! “May I help you with him?” Ray offered, but I whiffled my head. There's no need for that, Ray. Don't let our matters affect you.” He quickly got the door, and I carried Nathan on my shoulder as I came out of the car. But what I met made me freeze at the spot where I stood. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think this is Kyle's Villa. My goodnes
**"Fancy's POV***Just as I took Nathan into the house, I was shocked to see my mom in the living rooms carrying a confused expression. "Fancy, whose car was that, dropping you off outside our apartment?” If I told my mom about it, she'll surely go ballistic. But if I don't tell her about it, she'll become curious and suspect that I'm beginning to hide things from her. I don't want any of that and so the only way out for me is to tell her what she wants to hear. "Mom, give me some time to get Nathan ready for bed, I'll explaine everything to you.""Alright honey. Have a good night's sleep my darling." My mom said to Nathan and he quickly rushed towards her and kissed her on the cheeks. "Goodnight, grandma..." Nathan said climbing up the stairs in excitement. "My goodness! What could have made Nathan this happy, I wonder?"I know my mom is confused about today's happenings because I never told her anything from the very start. I wonder how she would feel after I tell her now. After
***Kyle's POV***This was like a blessing in disguise. If I had known Nathan would act this way just so me and his mom could be together, I would have tried my best to plan something up with my son. He didn't have to go into hiding this way. At this point, I wouldn't deny the fact that my son is more courageous and bold than I was when it comes to fighting for the things we want. Ordinarily, I know Fancy would rather die than agree to be with me for the sake of Ethan but at this point, I wonder if she would still feel the same way. This was because, earlier when I saw her crying over Nathan, I knew she loved him more than life itself. And honestly this made me feel less of myself. I thought that I didn't deserve to be called a father at all. Fancy's love for our son seems to supersede whatever affection I have for him. But then, I will not discredit myself by saying I do not care for my son much. Seeing him cry broke my heart. "What do you want to say?” Fancy asked impatiently but