As soon as the elevator doors opened, they were met with a grand hallway filled with large doors. The place was so elegant that every corner seemed to shine, reflecting their images as if they were inside a mansion."Are you guys okay?" Trojack asked as they stepped out of the elevator.Rosa nodded, still in awe. "Y-yeah, I'm just amazed at how beautiful this place is.""Mommy, it feels like we're rich! Look! I can even see my face on the floor!" Brent giggled as he stared down, fascinated by the polished tiles."That’s right! My handsome little boy looks even more dashing here." Rosa laughed, holding Brent’s hand as they continued walking down the hallway.Each door had a number, making it easier for them to find their destination.Trojack adjusted his shirt slightly before knocking on the door. A waiter, neatly dressed with a towel over his arm, opened it."Is this Mr. Yddro?" the waiter asked politely."Yes," Trojack responded."Welcome. Please, come this way." The waiter pushed op
"Marry him, and that's all I ask, Rosa," the old woman said calmly, their eyes meeting.Rosa felt nothing but shock and confusion. How could this be my mother’s request?How could she decide who should I marry?Rosa stopped walking and said, "That cannot be my mother’s request. That is impossible, especially since she is not the type of person who would dictate what I should do with my life," she said firmly."I know you do not want to marry someone you do not love either. I have been there," the old woman paused. "But Trojak is the only grandson who can continue our family’s lineage. Your mother really wanted me to arrange this marriage to protect you. That is all she said.""How? How would marrying someone protect me in the future?" Rosa looked away and continued walking, but she slowed her pace.Their heels echoed in the empty hallway, each step producing a rhythmic sound that was strangely satisfying."You know, your mother was the most unpredictable person I have ever met in my l
Gloria didn’t need to ask for clarification. Deep inside, she already knew that this wasn’t about just one person’s love. It was something deeper, something Rosa had been struggling with for a long time. The silence between them stretched for a few seconds before Gloria took a deep breath.“You know, my dear,” Gloria finally said, her voice low and steady, “that’s not an easy question to answer. But there is one thing I am sure of—love is not about whether you deserve it or not. Love has no such conditions.”Rosa shook her head, her shoulders stiffening. She folded her arms across her chest as if trying to hold herself together because she felt like she could break down any second. “I don’t know… after everything that happened, especially in the past five years. I am not a perfect person, but what did I ever do to deserve such betrayal? My own friend Sheena and even my stepsister planned to ruin me,” her voice cracked, and tears started rolling down her cheeks.“Rosa,” Gloria said gen
Rosa's lips parted, as if she was about to say something, but before she could, there was a violent, sharp sound, like lightning. As she heard the loud bang, she saw a hole in Gloria’s chest, and her eyes were wide open.In less than two seconds, the old woman fell to the floor, and this made Rosa panic."Help! Please, help!" Rosa screamed as she rushed to Gloria, who was lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw blood seeping from Gloria’s red dress, soaking into the fabric.Rosa was about to type to search for help when Gloria grabbed her by the arm. Gloria gave her a big smile and said, "Don’t leave, just stay. You will find people who will love and accept you. I’ll say hi to your mom… h-ha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She tried to speak more, but all that came out was a shallow breath, a soft groan of pain.She felt so weak, so cold."Gloria, please!" Rosa screamed again, her voice cracking. "No! Please, stay with me!"But Gloria couldn’t hear her an
"My name is Detective Turner," he said. "Your grandmother is already safe, and there are police officers on duty around her room and throughout the hospital." He paused and looked at both of them. "We just need to know where you were and who could possibly have done this. Can we talk for a minute inside this room, ma'am?"Trojack replied, "Shouldn’t she clean herself up first? Look at her, she’s covered in blood. What if her son sees her like this? Can you explain it to him?" His voice was clearly frustrated."Sorry, my bad," the detective said. "I’ll bring some towels and clothes for you. We’ll talk to your son while you change. You can change first, and then we’ll proceed with the questioning." The detective quickly left, and soon some staff members came over with towels."Hi, my name is Hara. Let’s clean up, shall we?" A woman in a police uniform approached Rosa.Rosa looked at Trojack, waiting for him to say it was okay for them to separate for a moment and for her to go with the
"Let's talk outside, if it's okay, Miss Rosa," the detective said while looking at her. "I’ll accompany Brent while you talk. Don’t worry," Trojack chimed in, smiling at Brent. "Be a good boy, okay? Eat first, this will take a while," Rosa reminded her son. She smiled at him before leaving the room with the detective. As soon as the door closed, the detective looked at her again. "Let's talk in that room. My colleagues have already checked it, and it is vacant. This way, we can get this over with, and you can rest," he said, pointing to the room in front of them. "Y-yeah, sure," Rosa replied. She just wanted to rest. When they entered the room, there was barely any furniture, only a table and some chairs. The space was clean and empty. "Let's sit down," the detective invited, observing her closely. "Are you okay with this setup?" "Yes." "Okay." He paused, then pulled out a recorder, some papers, and a pen. "Is it okay if I record our conversation?" "Yes. I don't se
In less than a minute, Trojack arrived."Let's go. The detective told me that they are going to handle this case," he paused and exhaled, "we should go get some rest, especially since it’s already late at night."Rosa nodded and looked at her son before sighing. "Where will we go now? If someone was brave enough to shoot your grandmother, what about our lives?""You can stay at my house for now if you’d like. My assistant will get your things. You should move in temporarily. It is not safe out there," he said gently, offering them shelter.She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But since they had no choice and it was safer to be with someone who could protect them, she accepted his offer.His offer was the only hope they had, especially in this moment of crisis and fear. She also thought that Trojack needed company, especially since his grandmother was in the hospital."We will stay at your house for the time being, but Gigi has to come with us. We won’t go unle
Then, Rosa paused as she stared at his lips. "Make me yours."The kitchen, which was once quiet, was now filled with the tension of passion. The scent of whiskey lingered, mixing with the warmth of their bodies. The only barrier between them was the fabric of their clothes.They were playing a silent game—whoever initiated the first touch would lose. There were no words, just intense desire. They could feel each other’s presence, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding, oblivious to their surroundings.Her breathing became quick and shallow as their lips met again in a deep and soul-stirring kiss. The taste of whiskey lingered, mingling with something sweet. It felt like they had finally found something they had been longing for all their lives.“Wait, do you like me, Mr. Yddro?” she whispered, her hand traveling over his chest, her fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his shirt.He smiled softly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I don’t like you,” he paused, his eyes tr
Her face was blushing, thinking of the reasons she could give Trojack, especially if his grandmother found out about what happened between them, the same day she was hospitalized.Rosa stood up from the bed, put on her clothes, and even fixed the bed. It was such a mess, and she couldn’t leave the room with the place still looking like that. The bed was a reminder of the pleasurable moment they shared.She was about to leave the room when she remembered that Trojack was waiting for her in the restroom, waiting for her signal to come out. She walked toward the door, then shouted.“U-uhm, it’s okay!” That’s all she could think of saying, and she immediately went downstairs to cook.She was surprised to find her son in the living room with Gigi, unboxing some of their things and clothes.“Mommy, kuya Jerome said he went to my school and told them there was an emergency. The teacher also said I can be late today,” her son said happily, running towards her as she stepped down the stairs.“
As the morning sunlight peeked through the large windows, Rosa opened her eyes and immediately felt a headache. She was about to move when she noticed that her whole body was sore, and she realized she was naked.She couldn’t remember anything, and when she turned to her side, she saw that someone was lying next to her. As she rolled to the other side, she saw that it was Trojack, who was also naked.She glanced down, her eyes widening when she saw the tangled sheets and smelled the faint scent of whiskey around them. It wasn’t strong, but she knew what had happened. It wasn’t just an assumption anymore.They had sex last night.Slowly, Rosa started to remember some of the events from the previous night. Although it wasn’t clear, she knew her mind wasn’t delusional enough to create those memories. The evidence of what they did was right there.Rosa was about to get up from the bed when Trojack suddenly opened his eyes slowly. Their gazes met, and a realization dawned on him. They just
As he leaned down, he whispered softly, “I’ve never felt this way before. It just felt right, Rosa,” he growls then gazes at her with his dick out and hard.“T-that’s,” Rosa gulps as she sees his big cock out through the moonlight seeping through the window. Even though there were no open lights, and she can see how it wants to be tamed.How it wants to be inside her.Trojack looked at Rosa and grinned. “It wants to be in you. I want to feel you, my love,” he whispered, his voice full of honesty.“B-but, I think I can’t take all that.” She felt her own emotions rising, she can’t figure out how it will fit inside lalo na sa ganoong kalaki at nagagalit na alaga niya.“I’ll be gentle,” he assures her as he kissed her cheek, “can I taste you, my love?” Rosa stared at him and she muttered flirty, “My mother didn’t raise a quitter.”He kissed her on the lips while his other hand was holding his weapon, gently moving it in her up and down. She moans as she felt his tip circling outside of h
Then, Rosa paused as she stared at his lips. "Make me yours."The kitchen, which was once quiet, was now filled with the tension of passion. The scent of whiskey lingered, mixing with the warmth of their bodies. The only barrier between them was the fabric of their clothes.They were playing a silent game—whoever initiated the first touch would lose. There were no words, just intense desire. They could feel each other’s presence, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding, oblivious to their surroundings.Her breathing became quick and shallow as their lips met again in a deep and soul-stirring kiss. The taste of whiskey lingered, mingling with something sweet. It felt like they had finally found something they had been longing for all their lives.“Wait, do you like me, Mr. Yddro?” she whispered, her hand traveling over his chest, her fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his shirt.He smiled softly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I don’t like you,” he paused, his eyes tr
In less than a minute, Trojack arrived."Let's go. The detective told me that they are going to handle this case," he paused and exhaled, "we should go get some rest, especially since it’s already late at night."Rosa nodded and looked at her son before sighing. "Where will we go now? If someone was brave enough to shoot your grandmother, what about our lives?""You can stay at my house for now if you’d like. My assistant will get your things. You should move in temporarily. It is not safe out there," he said gently, offering them shelter.She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But since they had no choice and it was safer to be with someone who could protect them, she accepted his offer.His offer was the only hope they had, especially in this moment of crisis and fear. She also thought that Trojack needed company, especially since his grandmother was in the hospital."We will stay at your house for the time being, but Gigi has to come with us. We won’t go unle
"Let's talk outside, if it's okay, Miss Rosa," the detective said while looking at her. "I’ll accompany Brent while you talk. Don’t worry," Trojack chimed in, smiling at Brent. "Be a good boy, okay? Eat first, this will take a while," Rosa reminded her son. She smiled at him before leaving the room with the detective. As soon as the door closed, the detective looked at her again. "Let's talk in that room. My colleagues have already checked it, and it is vacant. This way, we can get this over with, and you can rest," he said, pointing to the room in front of them. "Y-yeah, sure," Rosa replied. She just wanted to rest. When they entered the room, there was barely any furniture, only a table and some chairs. The space was clean and empty. "Let's sit down," the detective invited, observing her closely. "Are you okay with this setup?" "Yes." "Okay." He paused, then pulled out a recorder, some papers, and a pen. "Is it okay if I record our conversation?" "Yes. I don't se
"My name is Detective Turner," he said. "Your grandmother is already safe, and there are police officers on duty around her room and throughout the hospital." He paused and looked at both of them. "We just need to know where you were and who could possibly have done this. Can we talk for a minute inside this room, ma'am?"Trojack replied, "Shouldn’t she clean herself up first? Look at her, she’s covered in blood. What if her son sees her like this? Can you explain it to him?" His voice was clearly frustrated."Sorry, my bad," the detective said. "I’ll bring some towels and clothes for you. We’ll talk to your son while you change. You can change first, and then we’ll proceed with the questioning." The detective quickly left, and soon some staff members came over with towels."Hi, my name is Hara. Let’s clean up, shall we?" A woman in a police uniform approached Rosa.Rosa looked at Trojack, waiting for him to say it was okay for them to separate for a moment and for her to go with the
Rosa's lips parted, as if she was about to say something, but before she could, there was a violent, sharp sound, like lightning. As she heard the loud bang, she saw a hole in Gloria’s chest, and her eyes were wide open.In less than two seconds, the old woman fell to the floor, and this made Rosa panic."Help! Please, help!" Rosa screamed as she rushed to Gloria, who was lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw blood seeping from Gloria’s red dress, soaking into the fabric.Rosa was about to type to search for help when Gloria grabbed her by the arm. Gloria gave her a big smile and said, "Don’t leave, just stay. You will find people who will love and accept you. I’ll say hi to your mom… h-ha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She tried to speak more, but all that came out was a shallow breath, a soft groan of pain.She felt so weak, so cold."Gloria, please!" Rosa screamed again, her voice cracking. "No! Please, stay with me!"But Gloria couldn’t hear her an
Gloria didn’t need to ask for clarification. Deep inside, she already knew that this wasn’t about just one person’s love. It was something deeper, something Rosa had been struggling with for a long time. The silence between them stretched for a few seconds before Gloria took a deep breath.“You know, my dear,” Gloria finally said, her voice low and steady, “that’s not an easy question to answer. But there is one thing I am sure of—love is not about whether you deserve it or not. Love has no such conditions.”Rosa shook her head, her shoulders stiffening. She folded her arms across her chest as if trying to hold herself together because she felt like she could break down any second. “I don’t know… after everything that happened, especially in the past five years. I am not a perfect person, but what did I ever do to deserve such betrayal? My own friend Sheena and even my stepsister planned to ruin me,” her voice cracked, and tears started rolling down her cheeks.“Rosa,” Gloria said gen