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 Point of ViewI excused myself when Quintin was gone to bring the gift he gave me to my room. Right after putting it on the table, I suddenly remembered to check my phone.I expected to receive greetings from Felicity, but there weren't. I got disappointed looking at my phone screen, but the gynecologist sent one."I can help you through artificial insemination, but you might need a donor. We can provide screened donors that you can choose based on their profile, and we are also open if you have someone willing to donate. Everything will be safe. No information will leak, especially if you chose screened donors, and if the guy is someone you picked, it's up to the two of you what would be convenient."The message made me pause for a minute. I sent her a message asking what kind of help she could give me, just like she told me when I went to her clinic. I felt some cringe when I thought about the screened donors she said. I got worried.Even if they had been tested and were fr
Third-person's POV During the gift-giving at Begum's Mansion, a furious Lucas boarded a private plane back home. He left the auction right in the middle of it without giving so much damn about whatever item they would put in front for bidding. He had a feeling Diane had already left and gone back to London after he saw her, so in case he called and asked where she had been, she could lie to him by proving he hadn't been at the event. A car was already waiting for him at the airport. When he arrived, he told the driver to take him to an address where Diane's parents reside, but Diane was not there. "What happened, Lucas? Why did it seem like my daughter did something terrible to you?" Diane's dad asked Lucas. Lucas took a deep breath and contemplated for a moment. I was thinking about whether to tell Diane's father how his daughter used the exposed result of his infertility to blackmail him. "Tell me, Lucas. I know she did something, but I want to hear it from you too." Luca
Diane jerked a little. She acted scared by bowing her head and moving away from the angry Lucas. She silently counted to three, and soon her tears were welling down her cheeks, and she went back to him.W-why can't you love me, Lucas?" she asked, slowly raising her head to show her crocodile tears, although she was really in pain for the same reason she questioned him.Lucas couldn't love her. She could see through his eyes the madness he had for her. The way he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.She had already done everything for him to love her. She fixed her body to be the perfect woman men would adore, and she gave him the kind of fun in bed that Elyana wouldn't try to do because of her modesty, but Lucas kept choosing her.Real tears of pain fell down her cheeks, yet Lucas didn't feel any sympathy for her; instead, he gave her a sharp gaze that brought shivers into Diane's system.Diane felt that acting wouldn't bend him; she thought of another way, and she immediately kne
Felicity's POVChristmas day, and I expected visitors to arrive, but when I heard who the guests my mother was expecting, I immediately thought of leaving as soon as possible. Elyana and her parents would be coming, and whether you believe it or not, I felt so ashamed to face her.It all started when I entered the clinic and saw something I was not supposed to see. I was suddenly perplexed about how I had felt that day.It was terrifying—not frightening in the sense that I wanted to scream, but there was something about it that made me feel like I had a fever, and it spread to my head before I passed out.There were thoughts in my head that made me feel extremely uncomfortable, to the point where I questioned who I truly am, and seeing Elyana brings me back to that same emotion.I knew it was strange, but I was disturbed by what was going on with me. That was why I decided to return to my condominium. I did not tell Elyana the real reason because I was afraid of what she would say. I
I did not wait for anyone to say anything else. I dashed to the front door and went to the garage before our visitors arrived, and as soon as I was in the driveway, a car drove inside.Our driveway was wide, so I didn't need to pull over first to let them pass. I knew that car; it was Elyana's new red Mercedez. When I exited the gate, I breathed a sigh of relief. It made me think I was a fleeing criminal because the cops were already on the scene.When I arrived at the restaurant, there were no signs of Quintin. I expected that already because I left home quite early and I remembered I didn't tell him what time he should come. While waiting for him, I took that time to think.I thought of going to my condo that day. Elyana and her parents would surely stay the whole day there because they would be discussing Pretzel and Felix's wedding.Quintin arrived at 11:30 a.m. I thought I would see the annoyance on his face because I forced him to come to the restaurant, but he seemed happy when
Felicity's POV "We didn't fight. I don't have a problem with her. It's just that—I'm starting to doubt myself lately," I said as a starter. I was nervous. I even looked away to take a deep breath first before continuing to answer. "Wait, I am confused; what do you mean you did not when it appeared that something had happened?" I turned to him when he began speaking. There was a frown on his face and the line between his eyebrows was extremely deep. He expressed his confusion as if I were not. He had no idea how much I was struggling with everything going on around me. There were questions. There are so many hows and whys swirling around in my head that I am at a loss for answers. "You know what? Me too," I said, rolling my eyes, which caused him to scratch his head. "Let us analyze the issue here first," Quintin said, pulling his chair closer to the table so he could rest both of his elbows on it and look me directly in the eyes. "What happened and when did it start?" he co
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