That same night, Elyana sent Lucas a message to convey that she was willing to meet him. Attached to the message was the exact address of the Spanish restaurant she picked and other necessary information he might need.She knew that Lucas didn't know anything about the Philippines, and adding instructions and landmarks as a guide would help him find his way. Unless he had a driver, he was in the Philippines all alone because he traveled so secretly that even his mother didn't know about it."Done!" Elyana exclaimed in front of her best friend while raising her phone to his eye level to show what she typed in it."All set then. I'll be with you tomorrow to make sure you'll be safe," he replied."I appreciate that you are coming with me," Elyana said with a smile, even though she was extremely scared and at the same time nervous about what would happen tomorrow. When Felicity reached his room, he called Quintin to tell him the news, "He's here, and Elyana agreed to meet him tomorrow."
Elyana's Point of View We were already on our way twenty minutes before ten. My chest was pounding with nervousness as Felicity drove the car to the meeting place. Felicity was silent, like he knew I should prepare my mind first before facing my ex-husband. So, I took that chance to have an internal monologue to sort out which questions were to be asked and which were not. We reached the restaurant at nearly ten o'clock. Felicity parked right in front, where he could see through inside. He was also the one who picked the table where Lucas and I could sit and what parking space was perfect enough for him to observe. "See? I told you not to rush. He's not even here yet," Felicity shrilly said while raising his eyebrow. He was looking through the restaurant, and just like me, we didn't see any signs that Lucas had already arrived before us. I looked around to check if he wasn't there yet, and just right after I turned my head to the right, a black Mercedes Benz arrived. It parked j
I saw how Lucas's eyes widened after hearing my answer; however, his attention was diverted when Felicity walked in close to us. He was just in time to take me out of that place, and it seemed Lucas didn't like how my best friend approached us based on how he stared at him. Lucas's eyes traveled through Felicity's from head to toe. It was not just a look—he was glaring at him like he was wondering why he was there, or it made him confused about whether the one standing was my best friend, whom he knew was gay. Because honestly, without his makeup that day, anyone who saw him would certainly think he was straight. He left his fancy handbag inside the car, and he went walking in like he was a real man about to give a blow to the face. Lucas grinned when he was satisfied. He rested his back on the chair and gave Felicity a judging glance. "Is he the reason why you couldn't come back to me, Ellie?" The way he asked that question was truly insulting on my part. I knew he already knew w
Elyana's POV 'I-I can be a mother?' I thought as I froze in the shotgun seat while Felicity drove me back to the mansion after we left the restaurant. I couldn't let out any words after hearing what my best friend revealed on our way home. I wanted to ask questions, but no words were coming out of my mouth because there were many emotions and thoughts inside my heart at that moment. My tears continued falling; however, at that time, it was not sadness or pain anymore. I was beyond grateful for that great news, and, to be honest, I felt like asking Felicity to take me somewhere for a drink. Not for a drink to celebrate. I was thinking of finding a man to do what was needed to fulfill my greatest desire for so long as a woman. However, I was certain that Bakla wouldn't agree to that kind of idea. That's why I chose to stay in the seat while crying my heart out with gratitude. 'Oh God! I'm very sorry for blaming you for my misfortune. I didn't even know I was blaming the wrong pers
Elyana's POV "When was the last time you had your period?" the doctor asked me while I was lying down on an elevated bed. "I think two weeks ago—I'm not so sure," I answered, and after a few seconds, I realized. "Oh, it was only last week, doctor," I said, changing my previous answer. "Hmm...you're about to reach your ovulation period based on your chart," she replied while looking at the monitor that calculated all the data I gave her about my menstrual cycle. "This won't hurt," she uttered, as she slowly inserted a device inside me. I could feel the device moving in, but there was no pain more like a tiny tickle. "I will take some samples now," she informed me. After taking the samples she needed, she handed a vial to a nurse who was with her, and she left by entering a door. It was not the route to go outside, but somewhere else. Another door on the other side suddenly opened. "W-what are you doing to my best friend, Chelsea?" Just by that shrill voice, I already knew who
Third-person POV As Christmas Day got closer, Elyana made herself busier, contacting people and going to places to gather everything listed on their servants' and guards' wish lists, all secretly. Felicity knew about all that, and he could understand how busy his best friend had been in the past few days since they confirmed what her ex-husband revealed. It was in his favor because he could use all the time working, but it was more like distracting himself from some misleading thoughts in his head. He also saw that time as a chance to leave. He finally decided to tell Elyana his plan to move back to his condo unit, and one afternoon, when he came back from work, he decided to tell her. "Why now? Christmas is just around the corner, girl." It was evident in Elyana's voice how much she wanted to stop Felicity from leaving. "I know. I won't be here on the 24th. I have clients to meet on this day and maybe until night," he replied, and Elyana felt something with the way the matchmake
Third-Person POV After a bath, Quintin wore the pair of royal blue suits neatly pressed and delicately sewn exclusively for him by a well-known fashion designer in Spain. It was getting too cold in Spain during that time, and his dry skin and cracked lips were both evidence of that. When he was done getting ready, he grabbed his winter coat and went straight to the door to leave the VIP room he occupied. Unlike the other guests who checked in at that same luxurious hotel, who were accompanied by their right-hand, secretary, or spouses, he came all alone at the event. He was expecting to see Lucas at the auction he was about to attend. Knowing that man had so much passion when it came to competing with people and auctions had always been a part of those things he loved participating in. Quintin wore a smile when he boarded the fancy car that was waiting for him at the entrance of the hotel. It took him to where the auction would take place, and the driver dropped him off in front o
Third-Person POV 24th of December, almost midnight. Four big speakers that Elyana's father had taken from their entertainment room blasted loud music throughout the Begum mansion. In addition, they brought out a pair of microphones for the servants to have karaoke on the gigantic big-screen television they put up outside. All the servants lined up to sing their all-time favorites, and cash prizes were awarded to the ones who scored perfectly. Everyone was having fun; it could be seen on their faces that they were truly having a good time. With no guests to assist and the food being catered by a catering service, the servants did not have to worry as much throughout the night, and all they would only worry about was the lack of sleep and exhaustion the next day. But no one cares. No one dared to go to sleep. They stayed up until midnight to wish everyone as they looked forward to the much-anticipated gift-giving moment that their bosses had prepared. And because all the servants,
Elyana's POVThat feeling of returning trauma filled my heart with so much fear that Daldalita could do what she said. It was clear to me, in my mind and heart, that of all the people close to me, Felipe, next to my parents and my son, was the person I couldn't live without.'He's only ours. For my son—mine!' My thoughts were accelerating. I was ready to hurt anyone who would try to take Felipe from us. My son needs him. He couldn't sleep without his dad at night. I need him to do that. I need him. My tears continued falling down my cheeks. I covered my face using both my hands and as I did so, I heard whispers in the background that made me feel like they were mocking me. My chest tightened as I heard their whispers. There were so many that I couldn't focus on a single noise.It was deafening, echoing inside my ears. I cried until I could no longer breathe. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, but that stronger urge to do something to make our servant take back what she said was
Elyana's POVWe boarded the plane before nine o'clock in the evening. Mixed emotions were stirring up inside my heart. I was excited that we finally got back home and, at the same time, worried about Helen and that I couldn't get back to her before she got a chance to hold my son, just like she wished for. I wanted to fulfill that as soon as I could. I knew my parents would understand and they would help me sort everything out for Aqui to meet Helen. I was that preoccupied when I saw Felipe staring suspiciously at me. I frowned and he immediately looked away. He took his cellphone out of his pocket like nothing and started scrolling through it. I thought that was it, but it happened a few times during the flight and whenever I caught him, he would try to ignore me. I tried ignoring him as well and pretended it wasn't bothering me until I fell asleep.We arrived in the Philippines before lunch after the plane stopped over in Dubai because Dad asked the pilot to pick up a package fro
Elyana's POV"Thank you so much for coming all the way here to visit me, Ellie. I really thought we wouldn't get a chance to see each other again after all the mess that happened. Despite that, there were things for which I was thankful as well that happened. When you left, I also found the courage to end my ties with Lucas' father. It was the best decision I ever made in life in my entire existence and thanks to you," Helen told me while holding both of my hands tightly. I was touched by Helen's words. We had a long conversation, but those were the messages that my brain couldn't forget the most."Time for your medicine, Miss Helen." We got interrupted when the nurse announced this. I gave them space. I checked my time and saw that it had been more than an hour since Felipe and I arrived. I waited for Helen to finish drinking her medicine before telling her that I would be going. "It's still early. Stay here and I will ask the cook to prepare dinner for you and Felipe," she insis
Third-Person's POVThree knocks on the front door interrupted Lucas, who was working on his laptop in the living room. He frowned as he wondered who was outside at around two o'clock in the afternoon when he was not expecting anyone that day. It had been a month since they moved into that house and only a few trustworthy people knew that location. He concluded it was their cleaner, but she had already gone there to clean the other day. He had no choice but to check who it was because they didn't have a servant around after he sent her and the driver to get their groceries. He went to the front door. When he was a few steps away from the door, the person outside tried knocking again. Lucas opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw who was outside. A short silence went in between the two. He could not believe he would be seeing her again after visiting the Philippines a few months ago. He couldn't hide how much he was captivated by how much she had changed since then, and beca
Third-person's POV Elyana's parents agreed to her plan to visit Lucas' mother, Helen. The old lady had been kind to their daughter since she first stepped into Wilhem's household. They both knew how close their daughter had become to the lady, and they did not want Elyana to have any regrets about not seeing her for the last time. "I heard you're leaving." Elyana was in the nursery, busy with the book she hadn't finished yet. Her parents were both in an online meeting, which is why she was the one giving Aqui company at that time. She was so caught up in her reading that she did not notice that Felipe had already entered the room. When Elyana turned to look at him, she saw a gloomy expression on his face. She wanted to ask why, but the question he asked already had the answer. "Yes, I will tomorrow. Dad has already fixed everything; a private plane will take me there to make it hassle-free for me, so there is nothing to worry about," Elyana replied. She went back to reading aft
Elyana's POVOf all the people in the mansion, Dad was the one who couldn't hide his anticipation of Felicity's decision to change. He was trying to change his entire self by altering his way of talking and walking and avoiding the gestures of his hands when he spoke. He also wanted us to call him Felipe instead of Felicity since that day, which I found quite suspicious because I often caught him talking seriously to my dad in different parts of the mansion before that happened. The only problem was that I didn't get a chance to know what they had been discussing all those times. They kept choosing places where it was hard to eavesdrop. I already asked my mom if she knew anything about what they were discussing, but she told me she had no idea.My curiosity grew because of the answer I got from her. A few days before his transformation, I caught them in the garden again when I went outside the veranda after deciding to continue reading the novel I started.I changed my plans and imm
Elyana's POVI couldn't be deceived. I looked sharply at him again from head to toe to take one last scan. I was sure he wasn't wearing a contact lens to fool me like that."Ellie? What are you doing? Why are you looking at Felix like that?" My mother panicked right after seeing what I was doing. "Did both of you have a misunderstanding again?" Mom continued, but I didn't have a plan to answer any of them.I just stared at him. He also did the same. I knew he was the one who would eventually give in. I wouldn't let him win anyway.I started counting in my head, and when I was only halfway from reaching ten, I saw the man in front of me grin before laughing out loud. "I really can't fool you. Hmp!" I knew it! He lost it. He returned to his normal shrill and slurred-crazy voice in no time."W-wait...what's going on here?" My mother asked us in confusion."Oh, come on, Auntie! Don't be too slow," Felicity told my mom. My mother's eyes widened as she realized what was happening."Oh,
Elyana's POV "I was calling you. Why were you not answering? You made me so worried." I thought I was hallucinating that I was hearing Felicity's voice, but he was truly there. Felicity carried me, laid me back on the bed in a more comfortable position, tucked me in, and gave me painkillers. He was scolding me while he was doing those, but the pain I was feeling was too much and I couldn't focus on anything he was telling me aside from what he said he heard me scream; that's why he knocked. I couldn't say anything while he was firing me with words. I was too dizzy at that moment to respond to him. As I waited for the medicine to take effect, I heard Felicity cleaning the broken glass on the floor. I had no choice but to stay on the bed while hearing my son cry from the next room; however, I couldn't do anything at that moment. I waited for a few more minutes before the pain truly vanished. Aqui had already calmed down, but I was still bothered so I decided to get out of bed.
Elyana's POVMy day went fast, but the night seemed so long. Felicity didn't come home just like he said, but without Bakla around, the house was like a different place.It seemed I was searching for his presence and Aqui, who got used to spending the night with him, kept on waking up from time to time, crying. He might be searching for him too and even though Dad was the one hugging him to sleep already, he still wasn't satisfied.Around eleven that night, we all woke up when Aqui cried so loud. My parents were the ones who slept in the nursery and I'd pumped enough milk for him to drink the whole night. I wasn't supposed to go to the nursery to check on him because I knew my parents did know what to do, but his cries were bothersome.I rushed over to see why he was crying. My parents were attempting to put him back to sleep. Dad was the one carrying him and rocking him gently in his arms. Mom was the one singing him a song, yet my son didn't want to hush.I want to take him and try