I couldn't sleep because of what Zach said to me. Was he just trying to give me a hard time by asking for such a favor? Hella! I'm the one doing him a favor, yet he expects me to give him a favor in return? What's his reason for asking that favor? He's a damn playboy! Damn him, I want to crush his face.
Be my wife, his face flashed in my mind. He should end up with Grace, and I'll work with that once I'm in the Philippines.
After the celebration, my cousins, along with my mom and dad, stayed at our house. My three aunts went back to the hotel where they were staying with their husbands. As for Zach? I don't know, he went back to wherever he lives. He's rich enough to have a place to stay here in California. He didn't talk to me anymore after I punched him in the stomach because of what he said. What does he think of me? Becoming his wife out of all people? Is he insane?
I shook my head, trying to remove that jerk from my mind.
I sat up from lying down. I wanted to go back to the Philippines with my parents, but lola wouldn't allow it. Haze and Shanna were going back to Korea since that's where they live, but from what I overheard from my aunts' conversation, they were also planning to return to the Philippines. Mika was also going back to the Philippines tomorrow, accompanying my parents. It's not fair! I want to go home even just for a year. I'm only asking for a year. I pouted and crossed my arms.
What if I accept his offer? No! I don't want to. But maybe, if she's still single, I could make a plan involving the two of them. It's her long-time dream, right? I suddenly felt sad. Doesn't Cairen like Evan? But Evan likes Grace? And Grace likes Zach, while Zach likes Cheska. The situation is so confusing. Are Zach and Cheska still together? Why would he ask me that if they are? Or is he just making fun of me like what he did to Cairen back then? I'll ask him. What if Evan and Grace are in a relationship? I don't know, but maybe it's possible. I need to find out to confirm.
I looked at the picture on the nightstand to my right. There was a picture of her, but not a single photo of me in her room. I am living her life as lola wanted. If Cairen asks to go home, I'm sure Grandma would agree. But not with me. I never questioned why, but it's the question I desperately want to know the truth about.
I took a deep breath and wiped away the tears running down my face. It feels like I exist when Cairen is not here, and I am in a place I never questioned why. Living with nanny Mima, who has become like a mother to me. And I never questioned it, as if I'm okay with what they are doing in my life, but I'm not. I was never okay.
I took another deep breath.
Do I have another option? Finally, I will plead with Grandma. I wiped away the tears on my face. I'll do it tomorrow, she's probably asleep by now. I
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However, Grandma's reply crushed my optimism. "You aren't going," she said firmly. My jaw dropped and I was stunned, trying to process her words.
My eyes warmed with the urge to cry, hoping that Grandma might change her mind. I was in her room now, and she was seated on the edge of her bed, still dressed in her nightgown.
"Please, Grandma?" I pleaded, pressing my palms together in a desperate gesture. "It's only for a year. I want to visit my parents' hometown and be with them for a while." I implored her to understand.
"Yes!" I cried out in excitement when my grandmother agreed. Her response came as a shock to me, but I was overjoyed nonetheless.Tears welled up in my eyes, but Grandma's words brought me back to reality and I composed myself, sitting back down on the bed's edge.
"However, there is one condition," she added. "You must marry Zach."
I was confused. "Excuse me, Grandma?" I asked softly, not quite sure if I had heard her correctly.
"You must marry Zach, my dear," she repeated with a serious expression. "Only then will I give my blessing."
The news hit me like a ton of bricks. My body went limp and I slouched forward, feeling like my world was falling apart. Why did I have to marry Zach? What was the purpose behind this union?
"Why?" I asked, struggling to understand. "Why am I being forced to marry someone I don't even like? Grandma, is this some kind of tradition?" I searched her eyes for an answer, hoping to find some clarity.
"I have no choice," she replied, her voice trembling. Grandma had never addressed me by my given name, but always called me Cairen or Sweetie. "Zach was here yesterday to announce your engagement, and your parents have been aware of this from the start."
"Is Zach aware of all this?" I asked, feeling left in the dark.
Why wasn't I informed of this? I wondered. Did they keep this from me? Why? Does Cairen know about this? The questions kept flooding my mind.
"Yes, Zach was here to formalize things," she answered, her hands comforting me. "But I changed my mind. I don't want you to find yourself in an uncomfortable situation."
"I'm disappointed that I wasn't told about this," I said. "Did Cairen know?"
Grandma sighed and her smile faded. "Cairen is aware of everything," she admitted. "I know you're eager to see your family. To be completely honest, your father's obligation to me is being paid for by their child. They thought you had died at birth, and only Cairen survived."
"When I found out that you were alive, I searched for you tirelessly. You were only two years old when I finally found you and brought you here," Grandma's voice was raspy as she spoke. "I never told your parents about you because I believed it would be better that way." This was news to me; Grandma had never mentioned it before.
The feeling of not belonging always haunted me. I was the half that did not exist. I wondered if my father's debt to Grandma was substantial enough for Cairen to pay it off. I tried to keep my emotions in check, wanting to appear strong in front of Grandma.
"Your grandfather’s debt to Zach's grandfather was substantial," Grandma explained with a sigh, avoiding eye contact. "Alexander, is a close friend of the Verdan family, and he paid off your grandfather's debt and paying it hrough the marriage. I had no choice but to agree, as your father owed us his child. It was the best way to avoid losing everything."
"You have no choice, my dear. You must marry Zach," Grandma said, her words trapping me. I felt like I had no say in the matter. Cairen should have been the one in this situation, but now it was me.
The thought of marrying the person I despised, while Grace adored them, was insane.
"I understand how difficult this must be for you, honey," Grandma said with a comforting smile. "If you don't want to go through with it, I may have to give up everything."
I shook my head, knowing that if this marriage went through, the Verdan family's reputation would be forever tarnished. "I can't let that happen, Grandma. Our family's fall from grace would be inevitable if this marriage takes place. Although I didn't have a choice, I must find a way to prevent it from happening."
Despite my desire to escape and hide from the world, I knew that this marriage was the only way I could be with my parents. I needed to find a solution to ensure that this union never took place. Was there no way out?
And also I must fulfill the promise I had with Cairen.
"I'm sorry, dear," Grandma replied, her voice filled with regret.
"Does Zach know I'm not Cairen?" I asked, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
"No, and no one must suspect that you're not Cairen. You resemble her so much," Grandma said, brushing her hand against my cheek. "You need to be cautious and make sure no one discovers your true identity. Alexander will not forgive us for this deception, and neither will our family."
The weight of the responsibility was overwhelming. Everyone was expecting and eager for Cairen's arrival. What if I had never been taken away as a baby? What if I was still alive and not believed to be dead by my parents?
I didn't want to be in this position, pretending to be someone I'm not, but I had no other choice.
"I'll do it for Cairen and you, Grandma," I forced a smile, despite the pain in my heart. "When is the wedding?"
I silently hoped it wasn't soon.
"The wedding is scheduled for next year," Grandma explained. "I'll let Alexander know. You've done so much, just as Cairen would have in this situation. This is my debt to both of you."
"You owe me nothing, Grandma, to you or Cairen, or to the family," I lied, pretending to understand.
Deep down, I was furious, but I was skilled at hiding my emotions. It was what made me who I was.
Grandma hugged me tightly. "You're free to leave whenever you wish."
"Are you sleeping?" he asked again, and I kept my eyes closed, my arms crossed over my chest, and my lips pressed tightly together. "You haven't slept well, have you?" he continued, as if we were old friends. He had been at my grandmother's house when I arrived, and he seemed to be trying to console me about the news of our arranged marriage. But his attempts were futile. I let out a loud snore to signal that I was sleeping, hoping he would take the hint and stop pestering me. I had never encountered such a talkative and nosy man before. "I know you're listening, and you're angry," he said with a chuckle. Of course I was angry. My parents had left earlier, leaving me alone with this man. Our supposed family bonding time had been shattered by the news of the arranged marriage. I stop snoring and lean toward the window. But my eyes shut open, hearing his laugh, which is gnawing at my ears as if I want to strangle him until life is not on him.“I won’t disturb you, sleep well,” he say
People like him are people I don’t like.It reminds me of someone who broke my pieces and how I became foolish in the so-called love. My face hardens, and I stand up from my seat. I take the luggage from him and don’t need his help.“What did I do?” Zach inquires from behind me. “You’re frowning again, Cairen.”“I’m like this when I’m woken up,” I reason.I hear him chuckle softly. “You want to go back and sleep? Why not if it makes you feel better.”I halt down the stairs, and my face bumps into his chest with my sudden turn. He steps backward. “Are you mad again that I hit you? It is an accident.” He looks at me in worry. I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me, as though I might lash out at him at any moment. It was just the two of us left, and I couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. "You have a talent for getting under my skin," I remarked, gesturing my finger to my mouth, as if to zip it shut. He responded by mimicking the gesture, giving me an OK sign. I shot him
As I climbed the stairs, my headache throbbed. I had barely slept last night, and I was feeling the effects of jet lag. All I could think about was getting my hands on a glass of whiskey or hard liquor to ease my aching head. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw my mother coming out of the kitchen with a warm smile on her face. I tried to force a smile, hoping it would hide my discomfort. "Good morning, Ma!" I said, trying to sound cheerful. "How was your sleep?" Mama asked, her gaze fixed on me. I was torn between telling her the truth and pretending everything was fine. But I decided to go with the latter. "It was good, Ma. Where's Papa?" I looked around, still adjusting to the feeling of wearing a dress and braiding my hair in the style of my twin, Cairen. "Your father had to leave town to manage our grocery store and bakeshop," Mama said. "But go ahead and have your breakfast. I'll be leaving for town shortly." I nodded and headed for the kitchen, but my smile faded as I
I bit my lip as I flipped through the pages of Cairen's diary, searching for answers about her promise of marriage to Zach. Despite my efforts, I found nothing. With a sigh of frustration, I stood up and walked over to the open window, seeking solace in the cool breeze. I longed to find the bargain they made, but I had no choice but to confront Zach directly. The problem was, I had no way of reaching him. Our province was plagued with poor internet connectivity, making it impossible for me to message my friends or even call Mikaella. To make matters worse, my mother had informed me that she and Zach's family were no longer friends. I was torn between my pride and my desire to know the truth. I yearned to ask Zach directly, but I was afraid of what he might say. The only option left was to seek answers from Cairen's diary, but all it revealed was her close friendship with Grace. I was left with more questions than answers, and I couldn't help but feel that there was still so much I di
"The Bargain," he said, his head nodding. "Don't tell me you forgot about the bargain we made?" I nodded, and he looked at me with a mixture of frustration and anger. "Did you suffer a memory loss or something? This isn't a joke, Cairen." "My expression didn't indicate that I was trying to be humorous. Is that…" I trailed off, hoping to find a good excuse. But he filled in the gap. "You agreed out of sympathy and never gave it another thought, did you?" Taking a deep breath, I wondered why I hadn't written this down in my diary. My twin sister always seemed to know everything about our lives, but I felt lost in the dark. I didn't know how to fix this mess. "People change," I gestured with my hands, glancing over at him. "Sometimes, memories fade in our minds. Haven't you ever done something and forgotten about it because your mind was...?" "I'm not dense, I understand," he interrupted. "So what would you like to change?" He sat with one leg bent, resting on the couch, and one arm
"Are you serious?" I shout in disbelief. "I am serious, and I really need your help, Cairen. Just this time," he sighs, "And I promised Carter that I had a surprise for him.” I don't know what to say to him. Iffin! How can I hide the fact that Zach was expecting me to sing on his friend's birthday? Just because Cairen knows how to sing, not just know, she had been joining a singing contest before. But Cairen never told me. My hands got cold and I lost my ability to speak. I sit on the soft couch and grab the lemon juice made by her cousin who left with her manager. I didn't hear what the manager and Zach conversed about. They were in the library earlier. While I was looking around the apartment, Samantha was being nice to me showing me the place. She then realize after telling her my name that I was the granddaughter of Elise Verdan, the one going to marry his cousin. Zach's family and relatives have known about it. Samantha is just like Mikaella's version, except for Sam's passio
Biting the piece of a chocolate bar as I wait for Grandma to answer my call. It keeps ringing. Why would Uncle Tyrone think Giovanni is the one I am marrying?Grandma told me it was Zach, or did she not tell me the truth?I look at Giovanni's photo on the internet through my laptop. He is handsome, having similarities to Zach though the man is lean. His pierced jade eyes stared at my soul. A type of man you don't want to mess with. He doesn't look friendly. Rather I see him as that rugged man. Though I prefer Zach, being easy with his calm, pleasant countenance and outgoing one. It seems Gio is a specific man who talks less and has that deep voice you'll be afraid of.Mika was right. No mention of his other family on the internet besides his father, from whom he inherited his eye.'Hello, Sweetie?'I looked at my cell phone. Thanks, she answered my call."Are you busy, Grandma?" I lowered the half chocolate and leaned my back in my chair.'No, I am striding in my garden. The weather is
"Why did you never tell me anything about this, Cairen?" I mumbled in the air, wishing she was there, filling me in on the half of her life she forgot to tell me. I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and exhausted from enjoying the town with Mikaella. Fortunately, she went with Mama to help with the grocery and I can have my alone time. However, I can't forget what Evan said before he gave his number. "You can't easily mend what is broken, Cairen. We face consequences whatever decision we make, and I am glad to see you again.” I watched him leave, and the two chatted outside. But he never told Grace I was there before they left. I don't know what Evan was trying to mean with his words. Is it hard to forgive? Maybe, Cairen has done so much for me that it depends. I want to laugh at that thought. I was about to close my eyes when I heard my phone ringing. I felt it next to the bed with my eyes closed and answered the call. "Hello?" 'I am outside your house.' Zach is on
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.