**Fancy's POV**“Fancy, please calm down. I know you're hurt, and you need to settle this once and for all, but please, friend, you need to think things through.”“Think things through? What is there to think? Don't you understand this is an insult to me? After what he did, he came back wanting to lend a hand and for what!”Nora took a deep breath and tried talking me out of going to Kyle's company. “Fancy, I know what he did was bad, but think about the big picture. Your dad truly needs this surgery. Going to his company in a rage, what do you actually plan to do? Tell him to take back his deposit?”Nora asked, and I swear I was boiling inside. She did not know about how I felt at all. “Fancy, please, I beg you with everything that's holy, try to calm down. Things might really get ugly for the family if you let your temper get the best part of you.”“But my family is not a charity case. How dare he treat me like one!” I breathed heavily but slowly calmed down. This is because as l
***Kyle's POV**I was in my office, pacing from one end to the next, when Ray rushed into my office. “Boss, sh…she's here!”When he informed me, I quickly got up from my chair. I actually wasn't expecting to see her just yet. I was still preparing my mind, but now that she's here, it's better to face my fears. “Boss, should I send her to your office, or you'll like to meet her in the visitor's meeting room?"I would have preferred the visitors room since there's much space, but knowing what Fancy is like when she's mad, I better not take her where the entire company could easily eavesdrop on our conversation. "Boss?" My secretary snapped me off my deep thoughts. "Just send her in here," I muttered, without looking at him. I looked around the office and it seemed to be in perfect order. I glanced at the table where tea was placed. It's been five years and I'll be seeing her for the first time. I don't know what to expect. I searched for sharp objects and thankfully there's none at
***Fancy's POV***After everything I said to him, I felt a little ease on my chest. It was only then I realized that I have never been free. This encounter must be something I have wanted but unknown to me. After I was done lashing out, I looked at him, and noticed he didn't say a word of protest, rather he had his head in a bow. Just how cruel can he be? Someone who is sorry for what they did would apologize despite what had been said, but he just kept mute. How daring of him!He must have thought that I was only ranting. He doesn't seem to be remorseful over what he did. How I hate him even more! My son Nathan, doesn't deserve such a cruel beast for a father. It is better off that my son never finds out what kind of a man his father is. He is the worst of them all! "Kyle Emerson, I promise to pay you back every dime, but remember, that doesn't mean you are absolved from your sin. For what you did to my family, I will forever hate you!" I lashed out before turning on my heels an
***Fancy's POV**“Fancy, what's wrong?” My mom asked, but I ran upstairs to my room as if I were being chased. “It's nothing to worry about, mom!” I said over my shoulders as I raced up the stairs. Of course, it is something more than just worrying about. I can't even imagine what Nathan may think if he were to lay eyes on those photos. God help me! As soon as I got into my room, I looked around for pictures probably scattered on the floor, but I saw none. I sharply took my gaze to the bed and saw Nathan laid on it, fast asleep. At that moment, I collapsed on the floor, panting. Looking at my son fast asleep, a smile crept up my face. Since there was no sign of breaking and entering, I guess he just looked around touching nothing. I took a glance at the closet where I kept the photo album and noticed that it was in a perfect order. Thank goodness! Now that I'm on it, I might as well get rid of all the photos before Nathan gets his hands on them. As I was rummaging through the cl
***Kyle's POV***I woke up with a terrible blurred vision and a migraine. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, holding my aching head. “You're finally awake.” I lifted a brow at the familiar voice I just heard. I focused on the blurred image in front of me until it finally became clearer. To my biggest shock, it was no one else but Mr. Devon. Immediately, I sat up straight. “Mr. Devon, what are you doing here?” He lifted a corner of his lips in a smirk. “Well, why don't you look around you before asking me that?”Just as he said, I gently looked around me and, to my greatest shock, I noticed I was in a hospital. “A h…hospital? How did I get here?” I asked with a frown. “How long has it been before seeing you again? Three years now?” Mr. Devon asked. “You're right. It's been three years now.” I replied. “I decided to visit you after these years, only to see you passed out while your secretary did everything to wake you up. What a grand way of welcoming me.” He stated, though there was no form o
**Kyle's POV***A visitor? Was Fancy back to my office? What does she want this time?" I asked so many questions in my mind with a fast beating heart. Why was she here, what could be her reason for coming back? "Let's go to my office then," I said, accepting my fate. I had expected things like this, so there was no need to be scared anymore. Just as I walked into my office, what I saw immediately made me pause at the door. I looked closely but it is what it is. I slowly took my gaze back to my secretary, with paused lips. "What is the meaning of this, Ray? Why is there a kid in my office?" Ray moved closer to me and leaned in, probably so the child wouldn't be able to hear what he's about to tell me. "Boss, this kid has something to tell you. And I think it's very important you hear him out yourself."I looked up at Ray with a knitted brow. Was he for real? "Even if he had something to say,did you have to bring him into my personal office? Have you gone nuts?”Ray plopped his hea
**Kyle's POV***“Boss, turns out he actually took a bus here.”“What? Are you telling me a four-year-old took a bus on his own to my company?”“Boss, I'm honestly as confused as you are. It baffles me how a four-year-old could do this, but he actually did.”I arched my brow, trying to think of the odds. What if someone who knew the truth actually put him on the bus to come to my office? It can't be Fancy because I'm well aware of her hate for me. So if it's not her or someone else, then this child must be a genius. I can't even explain how fluent he was with words. All this made me more curious as to the type of upbringing Fancy actually gave our son. The thought alone made me feel so satisfied within. Is it wrong for me to be this happy? “Boss, do you actually think he's your son?” The sudden question from Ray made me snap out of my thoughts. “What? How did you know that?” I demanded in surprise. “Well, when he came, that was the first thing he said to me, that he was your son.
***Fancy's POV***It was a Saturday, and I felt so happy. My mom had gone to the hospital to meet my dad, who had just finished his operation. Since I promised Nathan that I was going to take him out, I didn't want to make him feel like I'm not keeping to my promise. He has no idea that I've carefully planned today for our outing. I made a breakfast of pancakes and warm milk. I'm sure that Nathan would love it! I was high on happiness until I heard the doorbell. I creased my brow at once. This was because my mom had only just left a few minutes ago. And even if she came back she would not ring the doorbell since she has the keys to the house. “Who is it?” I asked as I slowly walked over to the door with knitted brows. Our neighbors don't come to our apartment often. Makes me wonder if it was the neighbor. I hastened to the door and turned it open, not waiting to look through the window to see who it was. And that cost me a great deal because when I opened the door, who I saw almos
**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