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 boyfriend were with me, enjoying ourselves when suddenly the police showed up in the middle of the club. We had nothing to do with it, and Luis was just framed. I know him, and he wouldn't try to use illegal drugs.
"You're selling me out!"
Dad rubbed his hand over his face, still turned away from me.
"Dad, look at me! Is this really what you want?"
"Isabella, you won't succeed in life, especially if you have friends who are... bad influences," Mommy said.
"I told you! The cocaine the police found didn't come from Luis! That's why he wasn't arrested!"
"He wasn't arrested because his dad called the authorities," Dad said calmly.
I looked back at him. "Because it's not true!"
"How sure are you that it's not true? Are you together all day? All week, Isabella?" Mommy's tone was icy, the scariest tone in my life, but I knew how to talk in the midst of fear.
"Yes, Mom! We're together, and I know him. I wouldn't consider him my boyfriend if-"
"Boyfriend, Isabella?" Finally, Daddy turned to look at me.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh please! What do you expect? I'm twenty-three already! I'm not a kid anymore!"
"You're not a kid anymore, so we expect you to behave. We expect you to get involved in the business now. Our company is facing a lot of crises, and sales are declining, so now we expect you to cut down on partying and do something for your future," Mommy said in succession. "We expect you, Isabella, to stop wasting money on material things that aren't important and start becoming independent."
"This is the opposite! We're trying to change your life. You're so spoiled already, and this is the only way to-"
"To fix it? Well, if I'm spoiled, whose fault is that? Yours!" I shouted.
"Isabella!" Daddy's voice echoed.
I closed my eyes and stopped shouting. He's not angry with me no matter what I do with my life. There's just one thing he can't forgive, and that's Mommy raising her voice.
"The long list of your scandals and wrong decisions in life is over. My decision for you is final."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I was about to respond but Daddy cut me to it.
"I know what you told your siblings. You told them to work hard in the company so you can live luxuriously without a job. They agreed, but let me tell you this... if you defy this decision, it's not just you I'll disinherit. Even your siblings."
I shook my head and smiled because it's becoming ridiculous. "I don't believe you."
Daddy looked at me with a cold hardness in his eyes. My father is many things, but he is not a liar. He's always true to his words, and that scares me. Or maybe I'm scared because I know I'm also at fault.
I don't deny that ever since I was a child, I've been getting into a lot of mischief. But I always get away with it because I'm Diego Morata's eldest child... the grandchild of Diana Morata. Everything has always been set up nicely for me... I've been thoroughly spoiled and pampered. My two younger siblings aren't like that anymore. As soon as they learned to count, our parents taught them to work in our hotels. They don't get money or things they want easily. They have to earn it, unlike me.
They both don't complain, and because of their love and respect for me, when I told them I just wanted to travel and live luxuriously without working, they taught each other who would support me financially. Besides that I realized that the last thing I want for my brothers is a big bad bitch of a burden!
"Don't bother. Try to escape now and you'll see," Daddy said firmly.
I tried to call my friends but realized that my line was dead. I checked my cards and I had a feeling that they're all blocked now. If my cellphone and internet lines are dead, how about these credit and debit cards?
I want to escape but I'm in the mansion, our biggest one here in Singapore. It's filled with bodyguards, secure, and has plenty of CCTV cameras. One move and the bodyguards will put me in my room.
I didn't stop crying all night.
The next day at the table, I was shocked when Daddy said he would introduce me to a son of his business partner whom he thinks is the solution to my problem.
Daddy said his name is Damon Montero.
I just ignored what Dad said. I don't have any smart ideas right now.
Maybe he didn't really mean it when he said he'd also disinherit my siblings. I won't think about it for myself. That if their money disappears, I'll lose too. I'm only thinking about them. I can't bring this kind of trouble to them. I made sure they'd agree to suffer just to save me from this mess.
Yes, I want their help but what if Dad's really telling the truth?
What matters to me right now is that I'm glad they're not here to hear this news and see me kneeling for my freedom. It would be harder if they were with me. And to spare them from getting involved, I need to face Mommy and Daddy's madness?
I glanced up, not listening to Daddy's words. I bit my lip.
Surely there's a way to escape, right? Maybe I can just talk to the guy he's referring to and see if he really agrees to this? What are the conditions and why is he allowing it? Does he not have a girlfriend? Does he not have any other prospects? Or is he a closeted gay and he wants a cover-up? Or maybe... they want me to marry him to expand our business and his marriage to me is what they can use? Whatever my Dad's reason is, I'm sure there's a connector for this.
But as I think about this and lock myself up at home, I'm slowly losing myself in fear and the possibilities that could happen.
So here I am now at the club. I found a way to get away from the bodyguards and tight security. It's a daring attempt like the ones I used to do when I'm being punished. I came here and shamelessly tried my favorite bartender's cellphone to call my friends. It's late at night but I didn't expect them to be asleep because we're also party animals. But if they're not grounded, they're busy planning a new vacation while I'm away.
"Luis!" I said happily, almost spilling my drink.
With all the problems and chaos, there's no question why I got drunk so quickly. I don't stop drinking one shot after another.
"I'm here at the Family Dinner. Sorry, Isabella. I can't make it. My dad's idea to save me from the cocaine scandal is this... to marry me off to an ugly nerd! Don't worry-"
"What?!" I was shocked by what he said.
What's wrong with dads these days and why are they like this?
"I'll get through this. How about you? Your dad said you're getting married too. Is that true?"
I was surprised because the news spread quickly, I've only been locked up at home for a week. I downed another shot that felt like it was burning in my throat. I asked for another. Whatever!
I was lively earlier before coming here. I said it was okay. If I'm really going to marry any guy, I'll talk to him and tell him we'll just divorce after a few months. I'll tell him I have a boyfriend and I'll only agree to the marriage to solve my parents' problem. When I get half of my shares in the company, or whatever amount Daddy needs to rise in the industry.
I'm sure it'll work, but now... I'm drunk and heartbroken... and without vitality. I know I'm in big trouble. The Monteros, on the other hand, are well-known in the industry. He has an inspiring story of success from poverty. He blazed through the industry through hard work, perseverance, and intelligence. He's a principled person and seems to have promised my father many grandchildren from me.
He's as straight as an arrow and apparently, he promised my father lots of grandchildren from me. How disgusting! I haven't even seen him yet, and he's the same with me. Or maybe because my pictures are all over the place, that jerk thinks he hit the jackpot just because Daddy agreed to marry me off to him!
I'm sure my father didn't think this through! I'm sure he's mistaken! Or he's going crazy! I'm sure of it!
How I came about this idea for myself, I don't know. I just remember that after drinking shot after shot, I went to the dance floor and watched my night pass by through the neon lights and loud music. Along with it, I found a man dancing from behind. Not bad for a drunken night. When he whispered we should go to some other place, I didn't hesitate anymore. I just asked for a time in the bathroom, and off we'll go. My decision hasn't changed. Tonight will be my bachelorette party. If I cannot give my virginity to the man I love, then I will give it to the man I will choose tonight... and I choose him.
"Let's go," In a low voice. His warm hand gently rested on my waist as he guided me out of the club. He's tall and very manly. His hair was longer than usual but it looked perfect in his manly face. His jaw was grayish from the obvious shaving of a thick stubble and his nose was narrow and perfect on his high cheekbones. I am not sure if I am just too intoxicated but I have never felt like this before. I giggled when I realized I really am drunk. If those thoughts are popping up in my mind, I'm really drunk.
"What's funny?" he whispered and he stopped kissing me.
I shook my head and smiled. "l just think... I can't believe I party so much but I haven't seen a man like you anywhere."
"Hmm," he slowly let his fingers glide on my thighs then up my stomach to my ribs, and then chest.
I just closed my eyes as I felt the strange warmth despite the numbness. When his finger reached the nub on my left boob, I shivered. He massaged it slowly with just one finger! 'Maybe you're looking the wrong way." I bit my lower lip.
"Why? Do you party a lot, too?" "Not much but I do party," his voice was thick, low, and pleasant to the ears. One smooth move and he freed my boob from my bra and dress. I opened my eyes and felt a strange warmth creeping in when I saw that I wasn't undressed yet it was already out. He was freely massaging it as his kisses dropped on my neck until it reached my nub.
I moaned. I felt his other hand behind me, stopping me from falling to bed even when I am already melting in his arms. Sa totoo lang, gusto ko si Luis. He's a big playboy and it should be a turn off but he's always fun to be with. We always connect but the only thing that's keeping me from making him my real boyfriend is his open interest with my virginity. It turns me off everytime he says he wants to be my first.
I don't know why, but I feel like that's all he wants from me.
I was panting and moaning loud when his hand freed my other boob and slowly caressed my lower abdomen. Our kisses started to get heated and hungry.
He groaned. "You're dripping wet."
"Uh-huh..." I whispered because he slowed down and I don't want him to stop.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked darkly while his hand smoothly pulled my panties.
I was on the verge and he hasn't even touched me skin to skin!
So when his finger found it, I held on tight. My perfectly manicured nails buried on his back as I embraced the heavenly shaking of this foreign feeling! He cursed on my ear when he felt me shaking while his finger was barely inside me. He expects I am sexually active. Somehow, it comforted me a bit that it's not because I'm a virgin or something.
"l think I forgot t-today. Why? You have no condom?"
He groaned and slowly put me in bed while he went to the night stand to get one. If I am going to get married soon, then tonight is the bachelorette party. The stranger, Damon Montero will get me, but not my virginity. I am in control of my life so I will get to choose who I want to give it to. Or was it my last attempt to take a hold of my slowly drifting precious freedom?
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
THE NIGHT was overall horrifying. The silence after our banter lasted. There was little conversation because the more we talked, the more irritated I became with him.As we left the hotel, Damon held my waist, guiding me. I let him, putting on a show for the audience, especially as we caught the attention of several people watching us leave."So, our schedule for tomorrow includes the fitting?" he asked."Yeah," I replied, sounding bored.We were already in the car, heading home. He glanced at me while driving through traffic, while I stared straight ahead."And the dessert tasting," I added, remembering the details from my schedule."I'll drop by your house after work. For the dessert tasting, just do it yourself. I’m not into sweets, and I have a meeting in the afternoon. I'll visit in the evening," he said.I rolled my eyes at him, feeling irritated again. He focused on the road, unaware that I was glaring at him.I've never been married, but I always thought these things were done
I SAT on the round sofa, directly across from the fitting room, waiting for Damon to finish putting on his tux. I crossed my arms and started to get bored.After a while, Damon came out from behind the curtains. It took a lot of effort to keep my expression neutral. I clenched my jaw to avoid showing any surprise when I saw him."It suits him perfectly!" one of the assistants exclaimed.A few more people came over to compliment him. Damon looked at me, showing off his tux."Do you like it, or should we find another one?""We don't have time. The wedding is soon. That one will do," I managed to say with a very indifferent tone.Damon shrugged. The assistants fell silent, so he nodded at them. "This is fine, then. Sorry, I need to decide now. We're both excited to get married."I almost snorted, noticing how the assistants seemed to pick up on the tension between us.Damon went back into the fitting room. After he changed back into his original clothes and came out, I stood up. He immed