**Kyle's POV**I had never expected the question she just asked me. It's been three years now, and I've never been able to get another opportunity for revenge. It almost appeared I had forgotten what had brought me into the relationship in the first place. I only have Fancy an excuse not to go with her to her friend's wedding because I needed to find a proper way of getting my vengeance. Who would have thought that she'll bring up the matter of marriage in front of me? And hearing her say this made my blood boil, but then, I'll be damned to show her my furious expression. There's no way I'm letting her find out what I truly feel. “Fancy, I understand your plight, but I need time. I'm busy with things.”“But that's what you said last year when I asked you to come to my family's reunion for Christmas.”I should have known she wasn't going to let things go easily. “Alright. This Christmas, I'm coming with you. How about that?” I asked, staring at Fancy. I noticed a smile crept up he
**Kyle's POV***“Alright babe, just head to the kitchen, you'll find the wine bottle on the desk.”“Alright, I'll do so.” I immediately stood up from the dinner table to get the wine. Just as I arrived at the passage leading to the kitchen, I caught sight of the room opposite Fancy's. I remember that the last time I came, I discovered that Fancy's room was on the left and the room I'm staring at now was on the right. This simply means the owner of the room must be Fancy's mom. This can't be real. I mean, if this is the case, then I don't have to worry about how to get through to her. Immediately I looked behind me to observe the area. When I noticed the coast was clear, I used that as an opportunity to go into the room. I tiptoed towards the room and found the door ajar. I peeped in and discovered no one was in. After successfully getting in, I narrowed my eyes around the room. There ought to be something I can use against her. Just then. Even though it's been long since she worked
**Fancy's POV***I don't understand what Jacob is going on about. The only thing I see here is him not liking Kyle anymore. “Fancy, I know you love him, and there's nothing I or anyone can do to separate you two. Fine, I know that and if you notice, I didn't talk to him about it.”“If that's the case, why aren't you free with him? Even if it's hard, just fake it? Do anything to make him feel welcomed. That is, if you have the slightest love in your heart for me.”Jacob narrowed his eyes as if he's not convinced about what I said. Why was he acting this way? “Fancy, I'll put what you said into consideration for sure. But I need you to do something for me. I know you love him, and I have no problems with your love for him. However, I just want you to be careful.”“I am careful.”“Then let me ask you one question. Do you see a future with him? I mean, I learned your best friend Nora is married to the man she loved. Do you see a future with Kyle that way? Or had there been any promises
***Kyle's POV***I woke up the next morning only to see missed calls from Fancy. Why did she give me so many missed calls when she could have just texted like she used to? I was about to call her, but immediately held back. I didn't want to get too attached to her. If I wish to get revenge without feeling guilty, then I must get further away from her. I wonder why she still hasn't realized that I am not into the relationship anymore. Does she love me so much that it doesn't matter to her I do not give her that much time? While I was pondering over Fancy's naïveness, my phone suddenly rang, startling me away from my deep thoughts. Looking at the caller, I froze when I saw it was the guard in charge of my father's cell. What could he have to inform me this time? I quickly picked up. “Mr. Kyle, there's been an emergency, and you are needed immediately.”“An emergency? Where?” I asked in a slight panic. “It has to do with your father. You should come to the infirmary.” When I hea
**Kyle's POV***Getting out of the hospital, I quickly contacted my private investigator, whom I hired a year ago, to find out everything that is related to the case between my father and Mrs. Diana. We agreed to meet at a five-star restaurant which is far from where I live. In situations like this, it is only advisable to be careful at all times in order not to get into trouble for something uncalled-for. “Collins, what did you find out this time?”“Mr. Kyle, you wouldn't believe it. After much investigation, I came across a document that was forged, and I also have a witness with the original documents. Someone who was supposed to be your dad's witness.”“My dad's witness?” I asked, just to be sure. Though I was a little boy them, I still remember that the witness who wanted to plead for my father was suddenly unreachable. This was baffling because back then he couldn't have just disappeared overnight. Mrs. Diana won the case for being innocent and traveled to New York shortly a
**Kyle's POV**This was so confusing because I had thought that the only reason he would run away is that he was threatened. “Hold on, was it Mrs. Diana who sent people to threaten you?”When I asked this, he suddenly went silent. "Uhm, about that… I can't really tell. It's not her. I'm not afraid of her to the point of leaving town. It's just some personal issues.”I gritted my teeth in anger. “Do you have any idea that because you were out of town, my father is still in prison? If only you had shown up back then, I'm sure he wouldn't have been the one in prison now!” I yelled, but Collins immediately held me on the shoulder, and only then did I realize I was actually yelling. If only I could help myself not to. I looked around and noticed a few people watching me. Fuck! “Mr. Kyle, to be honest, I feel bad about what happened. You have no idea just how badly I blame myself for what happened. If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would have strived to go back to that day,
***Kyle's POV***# A week later I was on my way back from the fields after practice when I got a call from the hospital my father was admitted in that he had another attack. Without time-wasting, I drove down to the emergency room and saw my dad in a terrible state. Tears ran down my cheeks, seeing him in a pitiful state. Verbal statement has been taken from Mr. Bright, still it was difficult for me to reopen the case. They requested more evidence since it had been long; the case was closed, and a verdict had been issued to worsen it. What should I do? My dad doesn't have that much time to live, and there's no way I'll let him die without getting him out of jail. Even if that was the last thing I can do for me, I'll surely do so. At this point, I became terribly desperate. I need all the help that I can get at this point. Just as I was thinking about what to do, my phone suddenly rang. Since it was in my hand, I peered down at the caller and saw that it was Fancy. At that moment,
**Fancy's POV***I don't know what to make out of this, but for some reason, Kyle has been acting more distant than ever before. I wish I could find out why he's this way, but nothing comes to mind. The reason I had wanted him to attend my mother's birthday party was, so I could have time to talk to him. I wished to know why he was acting the way he was. But when he came, he seemed to be lost in thought for reasons I can't tell. I had asked him severally what the problem was, but he didn't give me a reply. While in the hall, I kept staring at him from time to time even though I was at my mother's side, welcoming her guests. From my observation, I noticed he kept staring at his phone constantly. Come to think of it, I'm having the feeling I was so afraid of, and that is Kyle having another lady. I mean, his recent actions show he must be having an affair with another besides me. To worsen it, he suddenly excuses himself from his seat and goes outside. I can't bear this anymore. I
**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