"Is this a date?" Zach asks, smirking as he strides and stops at our table. He grabs the chair at the next table where an adult man is sitting alone. His gaze fleeted at Zach before continuing eating his pizza.Zach sat next to me, and looked between us. Waiting."What does it matter to you if we are having a date?" Evan answered, strained. He doesn't like Zach, and the feeling is mutual with Zach.I clear my throat, and say something but Zach quips, "It is impossible a date for Cairen won't be having a date with her friend. He may rather choose my brother than you in that regard.”My eyes widened and looked at Zach. So Zach knew of Cairen's feelings for her brother. And Evan knows Grace as well. Except me. I taste the bitterness of the realization.Why would Cairen have feelings for Zach's brother? What did Cairen see with that man? Well, Gio is handsome but I don't see my twin liking anyone like him but rather to Evan.Evan glared at Zach with his hardened expression, and tense jaw.
I looked around the university, searching for the familiar face of Evan, and it's been a week. Earlier I accompanied Mikaella to the airport with my parents. Mika was complaining to her father about why she needed to get home and begging Uncle Tyrone to extend her vacation.But Uncle had enough. Who would not know his daughter wasted money again in a week? She had wasted millions on shopping. I told her to stop being a shopaholic, but she did not listen.And she was grounded with her frozen account and card. I shook my head, remembering what happened, and I couldn't blame Uncle Tyrone for his decision. If I were him, I should have punished Mika more harshly.Evan called me last night to meet him at Natel University, and here I am. He has a summer class, but I don't know why we need to meet here at the university.I sat on the bench on the ground under the trunk of a tree that encircled the vast land in the middle front of the university. In front of me was a five-story building, and on
"No, I changed course. It's business."“Business?” Grace lowers her voice. “Why would you choose business? It's... unlikely you will choose that course. Why?”Why? Even Grandma asked me the same question. But I want to be a businesswoman, have my own business selling my own brand of clothes and designs. I never told Grandma that I study two courses every semester. I want to surprise her when I graduate."Yes, it's just because I want my own business and know how to manage it. Isn't it interesting?” I looked at Grace and Zach."I don't see business as interesting, and we have the same course, Cairen," Zach was the one who answered. “It's so boring but enjoyable when you gain profits. You know it's about profits and how to manage your money. Like gambling.”Is it boring? I didn't like Zach's opinion on the matter. “For you, it's boring, and it's more than profit and managing money. But the course helps me in my decision and taking risks,” I stated, and my eyes narrowed seeing his lopside
I stared at Giovanni sitting on the couch, roaming his eyes around, I had no plan to let him in, but he went inside like he had right going inside. "Are you staying here?" he asked, stopping to look at me standing at the door. I don't know what to do, stay rooted here or depart to my room. Ah! I didn't ask why he was there. "Yes, and why are you here?" I asked, folding my arms. His face scowled, and he looked away from me. "I want to have a talk with Zach. Where is he?" His voice strained with his tensed jaw. What did I do to make him angry like that? "Somewhere partying or whatever life he is doing," I answered in complete sarcasm. "Now you just realized what kind of Zach, and still you choose him. Like how he poisoned Grandfather's mind," he gruffed. I saw his hand fisted and his eyes burning on the poor cushion across him, lying silently on the couch. I raised my eyebrows at what I heard. The brothers really hate each other. It's a good thing Zach wasn't here. If Zach is her
"Why are you here?" Zach asked, not letting his grip on me. "Is this your f*cking plan? Is this!" The bottle on his left squeezed, and it burst. The water dripped on the floor. Gio didn't look at him, which made Zach furious. "Zach, stop! You are throwing a tantrum here, being so immature," I remarked and touched his arm, which was rigid, and his veins throbbing in rage. "Can we talk?" I pulled him to the kitchen, and I needed to pull him hard, like a hard cow. He was silent, and he sat on the chair of the kitchen table. Still, his hand is fisted, and I don't know what he's thinking. Jaw clenching, and I am standing there waiting for him to say something. I sighed, not knowing how deep the anger the two had with each other and more than I am confused. "Sit," he ordered, and one chair was on his right. I did and asked if he could take his anger out on his brother. And I was shocked when he grabbed the bottom of the chair and pulled me closer to him. And his head rests on my should
What is the biggest thing you ever wanted in one moment? That was to find Hannah and Blake crushing their faces, but no, I am devastated. I was downing the milk tea while I was staring at the children playing on the playground of the park.And one of them noticed my sharp stares, and they whispered what is doing a woman like her sitting on the swing and having a murderous face? They stopped playing and walked away, whispering.Afraid.I didn't go back to the concert, texted Grace I was not feeling well and turned off my phone. My grip on the milk tea tightened, choking it.Zach's words were repeating in my head like a broken cassette tape. She did everything to dump his girlfriend! That woman was a temptress! She looks like an angel but with two horns and a triad. Fortunately, Zach called his cousin and lied to her that she was needed at his grandfather's house.Zach told me his help wasn't free and was in exchange for something he had never told me. I took a deep breath, gritting my
I stared blankly at my phone while my thoughts flew at what Giovanni told me. I was unsettled. What if he finds out I am not Cairen? I felt cold and winded. My chest was pounding and I was breathing fast. No! I am not letting it happen, and I must do something. But how? I screamed inside my head. Will he hire an investigator? I should have told Grandma about this. "Are you all right?" I was startled when Zach suddenly appeared next to me and looked at my off-screen phone. He sat at my side, and said with concern, "I thought you were watching something. You look terrified. Are you alright?” "Just thinking about something," was my answer to him. "Something..." One of his brows arched upwards. He was in his uniform and pinned me with questioning eyes. "What?" I wondered why he was looking that way. "Are you in trouble?" he inquired in a sure tone. I am tempted to tell him that yes, I am troubled by your brother's words. "No just something I thought, well, what is the exchang
The party was grandiose, and everyone wore black—expensive things Grandmother loves to wear but not my type. Zach did not clear up things about why I needed to wear black. And he meant this. Scentsy perfumes mixed in the hall of the mansion that was not strong but all were fine to the nostrils, and the soft chatters of his families and relatives around us. We were the last one to come, and all eyes were on us. That made me a bit sick because It was my second time being in the center of an attraction. But Zach loves being attention, and he was smiling, displaying his even teeth that brought his handsomeness to everyone's eyes. Especially those iffin dimples I want to poke. Then came whispers, and my gaze moved to Zach's parents sitting at the table near the stage ahead. At the back was a grand staircase. They were not happy seeing their son and just looked anywhere but at him. Was Zach being rebellious against his family that much because why don't they care about him at all? I can'
Zach and I stood there in the crowded room, surrounded by the people we loved, when Grandfather Alexander made the announcement, we had all been waiting for. "I'm cancer-free," he said with a small smile, his eyes flickering with relief and gratitude.Tears prickled in my eyes as I watched him, unable to believe that after more than a year of confinement in the hospital, he had finally overcome the disease that had plagued him for so long. Although he still struggled to stand properly, his physical tests were gradually improving, thanks to the tireless work of his therapists.But then, the room erupted with another shout, and I turned to see Haze leaping onto the table, a wild grin spread across his face. "It's a boy!" he screamed; his arms flung wide in jubilation. "I'm having a son!"Zach's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer to him as we shared in the joy of the moment. He beamed at Haze; his pride evident in his every movement. He kissed my forehead, his joy overflowing.
I couldn't help but wonder what was preventing him from advancing. Was he getting increasingly irked with the current ambiance in the hallway, now that I was present? He approached me, causing me to feel a flutter of nerves. I wasn't sure if I should flee or stand my ground and watch him come closer. "Casslie, it's been a long time," he said, speaking slowly as I cautiously met his gaze. "I had no idea you were here in the Philippines too." "I've been here for over a week now," I responded succinctly, and he studied me intently. Of course, Casslie! Iffin you! He's probably just visiting his grandfather! What else would he be doing here? "I was on my way there now," he answered, and I gazed at him thoughtfully. I informed him that I would be heading back to Grandpa Alexander's room to say farewell. We made our way to his room in silence, with my mind focused on the jumbled thoughts swirling in my head, and Zach simply observing the flowers he had placed on Grandpa Alexander's tabl
I couldn't help but inhale deeply as I listened to her words. My heart felt heavy as I struggled to process everything she was saying. "H-how is he doing, Bella?" I finally asked, my voice filled with concern. "He's okay... I think," she said with a shrug as she leaned back into her chair. "He never opens up to me about his problems. He keeps everything to himself and refuses to share what's going on in his head. Every time I ask him, he just says that he's got it under control. I know deep down he's still struggling with what happened to our grandfather, especially now that his condition has worsened." "I heard about it from our grandmother," I said softly. She smiled at me and I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. "No matter what mistakes our grandfather may have made, Casslie, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him. You have no idea how long he's been waiting for you to come back and visit him. He's been beating himself up for causing you and your brother pain. He
Due to my question, she gasped. It wasn't just her who was surprised because even Grandma was startled by my question. "Che-Cheska?" "Just answer, Cairen," I said without hesitation, swallowing her fear. Based on her face, it seemed she didn't know how to answer my question. "Is that result yours or were you blackmailed by Cheska before?" "It's mine," she replied confidently, taking a deep breath. "The baby died when I gave birth to her. I wasn't even able to hold or see her before they took her away to Grandma." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Grandma who was now silent. She looked at me when she noticed my gaze on her. "I wasn't able to show her to Cairen because the doctors on duty then forbade me to," Grandma answered, looking down. I know Cairen didn't want to remember the death of her first child, so she didn't question it anymore. Sadness and tears were also evident on her face, so instead of asking questions, she just remained quiet. We continued to wander around th
As I sat at the dinner table with my parents, Papa posed the question that caught me off guard, "Do you want to visit him, daughter?" The mere mention of Zach sent my mind spiraling and a warm flush rose to my cheeks. "I don't want to see him anymore, Pa," I answered, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. Mama and Papa exchanged a concerned look, aware of the tension between Zach and I. "God knows how much I hate him..." "His grandfather, daughter," Papa corrected me gently, a hint of amusement in his voice as Mama let out a small laugh. "We were asking if you wanted to visit him in the hospital, daughter." My words had made me feel ashamed, and I struggled to meet my parents' gaze. "There's no reason for me to visit him anymore," I replied softly, before returning to my meal in silence. The thought of Zach lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about his whereabouts. But I didn't dare bring him up in conversation, as it seemed to be the only topic my parents wan
After much contemplation for two weeks, I finally made the decision to return to the Philippines. The thought of it weighed heavily on my mind, but once the decision was made, I felt confident in it. Blake had promised to visit me whenever he had a vacation or gigs in the country, and Alice and Katana had also pledged to accompany me. With their support, I felt motivated to search for a suitable place for us to stay, just like we had in the past. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I was greeted with a loud, joyful cry of "Casslie, my child!" from Mama, who then enveloped me in a warm, tight embrace. We held each other tightly as we reunited at the terminal. Grace, Lucia, and Evan were also there to greet me, but Aldridge was nowhere in sight. Despite this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. "I told you, it's you that I saw at Forçe last time," Grace said before she smiled at me and hugged me, which I returned. Even though our relationship wasn't good the las
The desire for silence was overwhelming. All I wanted was to escape to a tranquil place with Blake, where we could just be together without any distractions. But ever since Zach reappeared in my life, something had shifted. My decision to retreat from the world was no longer so simple. Despite everything that had happened, I still loved Zach. The guilt I felt towards Blake was overwhelming, as if I had been using him to forget the past. Had I really been so callous as to use him as a distraction? Lost in thought, I looked up to see a familiar face not far from me. Grace. She was beaming with happiness, chatting animatedly with the man beside her - Aldridge. It was hard not to feel a twinge of envy as I watched them from afar. As I watched the couple, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing mixed with regret. It was evident from their smiles and the way they looked at each other that they were genuinely happy together. But the happiness that I felt radiating from them only served
To be truthful, I was uncertain. For the past few months, Zach had become an integral part of my life. I had learned countless valuable lessons from him, and whether I acknowledged it or not, my feelings for him still lingered. I tried to conceal my emotions, but it seemed like my actions always betrayed me and revealed my true feelings towards him. I had spent two consecutive days with my parents in my condo unit. We passed the time by binge-watching N*****x shows and honing our cooking skills. Despite my slow progress, my mother never gave up on teaching me. "It's not bad anymore," my mother praised as she took a bite of my dish. questions about Blake from my parents had finally ceased. I was at ease, not having to worry about what to say if they were to inquire about him again. However, this also left me with a sense of unease as I wasn't sure how to answer them should they ever bring him up again. Days passed, and my life resumed its normal routine. But with each passing day, the
After the nurse in the nearest hospital treated my wound, we left. I was walking side by side with Zach towards the parking lot. I didn't say anything when he told me that he missed me. He hates me, why should he say that? "Thank you. But you don't have to take me," I said and looked at my phone with the cab to see when it would arrive. "We need to talk," he said, and looked at my bloodied shirt. "And you need to change your shirt." I looked at him seriously. "What are we going to talk about? Oh, you are planning to ruin my reputation after what I have done." He sighed wearily. "Not about that. Let's talk in a quieter place, not here. In the restaurant.” Even if I am stubborn with him although he was more stubborn than me and he was good at persistent. "Okay," I agreed. I didn't know which restaurant we were going to but it was far away from the mall. Until he stopped at a restaurant I had never been to. He didn't come out and stayed where he was sitting which made me wonder.