MY FATHER stood strong and mighty at the door. It was still closed, and the sponsors and guests had just entered.Everything felt surreal to me, like it was all happening in slow motion. Even the white curtain and the delicate white roses adorning the door seemed to move in slow motion. The day was windy, and my veil fluttered in the breeze. I held onto my father's arm tightly, with his hand resting on mine. My mother stood beside me, smiling and reassuring me that everything would be okay.The door opened. It felt like a magical door leading us to a new world. Except, this world felt like it would be hell for me.I'm not a particularly religious person. I talk to God in my head occasionally, but this time, as I took my small steps down the red carpet, I confessed that I didn't like what was happening. But I would trust in it because it was already happening.The first time I saw Damon at the altar was when we entered the chapel. His eyes were fixed on me as I walked down the aisle.I
I GREW UP in a household with two younger siblings, and being the most dominant among us, including my Mommy and Daddy, I never thought this day would come. I looked at my face in the mirror, staring straight at me. I put on more powder under my eyes when I realized that concealer alone wasn't enough to hide my swollen eyes.I cried all night, begging Mommy and Daddy last night to stop their plan, which they only informed me about yesterday."I cannot believe them. I just can't. How can these people, my parents, who claim to love me do this to me?"We're just saying, Isabella, that this is for your own good," Mommy said, as if I should just accept that simple explanation."For my own good? No! You're not protecting me!"Daddy stood up and turned his back on me. His large desk separated us, and I was irritated that he wouldn't even look at me now after announcing my destined fate.I just got back from Singapore, and I'll admit, there was a bit of a scandal in Cebu. My friends and my bo
EMBARRASSMENT. That's one word that could describe that hot night with a stranger. It really was intense. But when he found out I didn't have any experience in sex yet, it was embarrassing. He found it difficult to continue what we were doing, but afterwards, he seemed disappointed in me. He didn't want a virgin, and he felt like it was too weird."I'm leaving," I said, even though I was still in pain and a bit dizzy.His face turned shocked as he looked at me."Don't you wanna cuddle? This is your first time. Aren't you a fan of aftercare?"I realized it's that. He didn't wanna cuddle. He didn't want any connection with his one night stands. That's why I hurried even more to fix my clothes."No. I don't want that."He chuckled. He was just lying on the hotel bed while I panicked trying to compose myself."Really? Won't you want to make it... a bit sentimental since it's your first time?" he said that playfully and with a hint of insult.Embarrassed by his teasing about my weakness, I
IT WAS ALREADY afternoon when I went downstairs to try to talk to Mom and Dad again.I will try to negotiate. In my head, I tried to enumerate the things that I will do so they will see my sincerity. I'll apologize for leaving last night, apologize for what I did in Cebu, admit that my friends can be a bad influence, and promise to try to work in the company. Hopefully, that's enough to change Dad's mind.”Isabella...” I heard Mommy's energetic voice as I descend on our grand staircase.I glanced at our open patio, where the voices were coming from, and saw Mom and Dad there, accompanied by some familiar faces, known to me as the elderly board of directors, and one younger person with their back turned to them.The younger man stood up. The two board members I greeted first were followed by. Mom approached me with a smile, which was unusual because whenever I did something wrong, you would see her raising hell, not greeting me. Daddy remained serious while talking to the younger hands
I UNDERSTAND. I understand why it has come to this. I've been involved in many controversies from high school until now. Recently, before the cocaine scandal, I got caught up in an ecstasy scandal because some of my college friends got into trouble!I understand where my brother is coming from when he expressed his concern for me. I was photographed dead drunk and in a very unbecoming state at an international party. It circulated with the tagline "Morata princess in ecstasy." After that, we were on a yacht with my friends, and while drunk and smoking, I was photographed again, kissing Luis wildly.Before all of this, my dad confronted me, and I chose to leave for Cebu after ordering a limited edition Bulgari. He was so angry at me that I used it as an excuse not to go home and to stay in Cebu. I only returned because of the scandal involving Luis and cocaine.They continued comforting, explaining, and persuading me until the secretary came in, indicating that my dad was needed in the
THE FOLLOWING days were filled with talks about the major preparations for the new Chief Executive Officer, Damon Montero, and the wedding of the "Morata princess," Ynah Andrea Morata. My father called me to his office at home, and now I am standing in front of him.It has been three days since I agreed to the marriage. I cut off my connections with my friends and realized that my life is about to take a complete 180-degree turn. Once I get out of this never-ending madness, I will disappear. My anger towards my parents is overwhelming.The door to his office opened. I didn't turn around, thinking it might just be my mother or a secretary, but I was wrong. I could feel him standing beside me, tall and proud."You called for me, Sir," Damon said.I glanced at him. He was wearing a casual coat and black pants, with his black shoes and a white button-down shirt underneath. He looked like a good catch, especially knowing he's a CEO. However, now that I know how ruthless he is, I'd rather n
I WAS surprised when Damon opened the door for me. I thought we would have a driver since this was a formal date. I looked up to see my mother at the top of the stairs, watching us leave. My father was busy with a meeting, so it was only my mother seeing me off tonight."I drive my own car. Even on dates," Damon said coldly, noticing my hesitation.I sighed deeply and slowly got into his black, heavily tinted car. I almost forgot that he's different from me, having grown up with a driver. Even though I know how to drive, I usually have a driver and bodyguard. Now that I think about his status, I wonder where we'll live after our wedding? At home, probably... I don't think my father will let me live anywhere else. He may be punishing me now by marrying me off to this man, but the thought of living separately isn't in his vocabulary. We have a lot of properties, and after graduating, I told him I wanted to live alone in a condo, but he didn't agree. What about now? Maybe Damon will liv
"PLEASE give her some sparkling juice instead," Damon said as the butler brought out the wine.My fake smile disappeared, especially when our eyes met, and I saw what he was trying to convey. He really thought I was addicted to alcohol and drugs and that he was going to save me by sending me to rehab... to cleanse me!"Right away, Sir!" The butler brought out another bottle, and our first course arrived quickly. I watched them set the food down, frowning and wanting to speak up, especially every time I saw Damon looking at me. He knew he had insulted me again, and he also knew what was coming once we were alone.The butler excused himself to give us privacy, standing a short distance away and checking in occasionally for our next course. I waited until he left before speaking. I caught Damon sipping his drink as I started."You asshole. You really think I'm an alcoholic?" I whispered, blending into the classical music playing.He set down his glass and wiped his mouth."Can't we talk
MY FATHER stood strong and mighty at the door. It was still closed, and the sponsors and guests had just entered.Everything felt surreal to me, like it was all happening in slow motion. Even the white curtain and the delicate white roses adorning the door seemed to move in slow motion. The day was windy, and my veil fluttered in the breeze. I held onto my father's arm tightly, with his hand resting on mine. My mother stood beside me, smiling and reassuring me that everything would be okay.The door opened. It felt like a magical door leading us to a new world. Except, this world felt like it would be hell for me.I'm not a particularly religious person. I talk to God in my head occasionally, but this time, as I took my small steps down the red carpet, I confessed that I didn't like what was happening. But I would trust in it because it was already happening.The first time I saw Damon at the altar was when we entered the chapel. His eyes were fixed on me as I walked down the aisle.I
THE DAY went by really fast. We entertained more guests as the hours passed, and both Damon and I were busy.At one point, I almost forgot I was pretending because I was so engrossed in talking with the guests. As the sun set, the reality of what would happen tomorrow hit me.Damon's relatives wanted us to dine separately, as there's a superstition that the groom shouldn't see the bride the night before the wedding. I heard my mom say it was alright and that we wouldn't sleep together. But because Damon's older relatives insisted, my mom agreed.Now, I'm in another restaurant with my family, while Damon is with his family at another restaurant.I was happy to be with my family, but this made me feel the impending wedding more acutely. My mom came to my room when it was time for bed. I was a bit surprised that she came alone and didn't bring my dad. I hadn't talked to my dad all day, and I was starting to think he was avoiding me."I'm glad you're doing well," she said, sitting on the
WE entered the study, one of the areas in the block used as my father's office when he's here. Now, my two cousins brought me in. I sat in my father's swivel chair while they stood in front of me, looking like predators.I frowned at both of them. Dio looked dark, with longer-than-usual wavy hair, wearing khaki pants, brown boots, and a white v-neck t-shirt. Nics, closer to the desk, had a clean haircut, probably for the wedding. He was still in black slacks and a white dress shirt, looking ready for work even on vacation."Happy now that your plans are working? Covering up all my scandals?" I said sarcastically."Why did you get involved in those scandals in the first place, Ysa?" Nics replied."And this is the best advice you can give my father?" They fell silent, looking at me."If you two were forced to marry someone you didn't know or like, could you handle it?" At first, I thought they understood what was happening. I thought they felt some remorse. But then, they shrugged it o
I COULDN'T sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about how peaceful the day was even though I was in an awkward situation.My parents forced me to marry someone I didn’t know.We didn’t get along and didn’t like each other.Is it possible to have a peaceful day in the middle of all this suffering and fighting?I sulked as I remembered the photographers and videographers. Apart from that part, most of the time, I forgot they were there.After Damon and I swam quietly, he rested in the suite. I showered first while he prepared our dinner at the restaurant. He also spent some time with the photographers and videographers. By the time he came back to the suite, I was done.“You can check out our photos and videos outside. I ordered food for the photographers and videographers,” he said.I nodded. I was only slightly interested in the photos, but to give him space, I stood up. “Okay, I’ll check it out. You stay here and rest if you want.”He nodded.I went outside and briefly entertained the sta
WE agreed on everything. We continued with the planned activities for the day without any distraction from the shoot. We rode horses, each on our own, and spent an hour riding until we reached the golf course.When we arrived, we played golf. We were both competitive, and the game became more intense as we adjusted the rules.In the end, he won and flashed a broad smile at me.I glared at him. I wanted to protest and had hoped he would let me win. I didn’t like losing just for my own satisfaction, but it was okay because he had shown himself to be a gentleman!Why did I even expect that? This guy would do anything to win!But he didn’t have to be a gentleman or give in to me just to win. No way!“So what are the activities this afternoon?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.We had finished lunch and rested. He smirked.“Don’t you want to rest? I tired you out with golf.”“No, I’m fine. I have all evening to relax.”“So you agree? You’ll stay here?”I shrugged. “There’s no difference, so why
THE NEXT day came easily. In the silence of the mansion when I was alone, it was hard to believe that a grand wedding was just days away.Our wedding will be held in a small chapel at one of our country clubs. Mama wanted more, but in the end, she agreed to keep it simple and private, as much as possible. Especially since the nature of the wedding wasn’t ideal, but Papa insisted on making it grand to show that I am finally tamed and no longer the drug addict and alcoholic socialite Morata princess.I couldn’t believe that I was so indifferent to the idea. Or maybe it just hadn’t sunk in yet. I was getting married to someone I barely knew.A year ago, I was at a yacht party, enjoying the best of life.I heard the usual protocol of the house staff when Mama and Papa arrived. This time, however, I heard that a visitor was with their convoy. I peeked out the window and immediately confirmed it when I saw the following vehicle.I quickly ran to my room. I had been lazy all day, so I didn’t
I DIDN'T know how we managed to stay quiet and calm during that time.We walked out hand in hand, drawing curious glances in the lobby. He didn't have time to call the valet, so we took the elevator to the parking lot.We moved quickly, but he still made sure to open the car door for me. Once inside, he immediately pulled me close for another round of passionate kisses. I almost expected it, and I gave in to his kisses right away.His hands were everywhere. I was pushed back, and he easily reclined my seat while we continued kissing. We were getting lost in the kisses and his touches when we both heard our phones ringing!He kept kissing me, seemingly ignoring the ringing. However, I glanced at my phone and got a bit worried when I saw Mama calling. She doesn’t call me often, especially knowing that I was on a date with Damon!"Damon, Mama's calling," I whispered between kisses, but he didn’t respond.Instead, his kisses moved from my lips to my neck."Damon," I whispered again, still
"WHAT'S happening here?" Damon's cold voice interrupted.Luis and I both turned to look at Damon. He was standing in the hallway, approaching us. His eyes moved from mine to Luis's hand holding mine, and his expression darkened. When he reached us, he quickly pulled my hand away.Luis is tall and slender, but Damon is taller and more muscular, and years older than us, making him look more intimidating in front of Luis. Luis stepped back as Damon positioned himself between us."What did you do to her?" Damon demanded.Luis hesitated to respond. I expected him to say something, but he seemed too intimidated."Are you alright?" Damon asked me.My tears stopped, but my eyes still stung from almost crying earlier. Damon looked at me closely."Are you alright, Ysabelle?" he asked gently.I nodded. He placed his hand on my lower back and glanced at Luis."Let's go. You look unwell..." Damon said, and we started to walk away.We had only taken a few steps when Luis spoke again."Ysabelle, you
UNLIKE OUR FIRST DATE, where I followed him while we held hands, this time was different. I walked alone towards the hotel entrance while he tried to keep up with me.Many people greeted him, and some greeted me as well. A few even took candid photos without any shame.Even though he greeted those who greeted him, he kept trying to catch up with me. I stopped when I reached the waitress who was to guide us to our reserved table. He reached me and quickly put his hand on my waist."This way, please."We walked to the table together, and I didn't comment on his hand on my waist, even though it annoyed me. It would only make a scene if I reacted.In a gentlemanly manner, he helped me with my chair before sitting across from me. Not long after, I noticed someone I knew near our table. I frowned and looked at Damon. He noticed my reaction and followed my gaze.Luis Bulusan was there, too. He was with a woman and was watching us!"Shall we serve the first course, sir?""Yes, please," Damon