Caroline slammed the door to her room after discovering Alexander had revisited their house. Alexander invited her on a date, and her mother quickly agreed. This was against Caroline's will as she was scared of Alexander. "Open the door, Caroline. Alexander is here to visit!" Glenda, Caroline's mother, shouted as she knocked on the door. "I don't want him, Mom. Yes, he's rich, but he's an addict and a psychopath. I don't want to marry him!" Caroline shouted in frustration. Alexander Mercedez is the son of one of the wealthiest individuals in the business industry in the Philippines. He is indeed an addict and a psychopath. He has had feelings for Caroline for a long time, and he has intimidated all of Caroline's suitors. Caroline's parents and Alexander's parents found out about this, leading both families to believe that marriage between the two would be the solution to reform Alexander. "Alexander loves you, Caroline. Can't you see that? They are wealthy, and the wealthy should
Miguel's hand firmly rested on Caroline's waist as he guided her towards the elevator. Caroline tensed up as they stepped inside. Miguel's proximity and the evident tension and anticipation in his grip on her waist sparked her imagination. She felt nervous because she didn't have any neighbors there. She owned the entire floor. Caroline lifted her gaze to the front as the doors closed. She caught their reflections in the mirrored walls. She swallowed repeatedly as she saw Miguel's unfamiliar face. He looked so refined in his coat and tie. She wanted to step back and reconsider her decision. Her lips parted when she noticed him watching her intensely and darkly. It was evident in Miguel's gaze that he was losing his composure. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was as if they were magnetically drawn to his. His eyes pulled her back. "What's the matter? Are you scared?" he whispered, his voice so close to her ear. It sent a ticklish sensation down her spine, almost making her shrink
Miguel lowered his hand to Caroline's intimate area, his finger delving deeper. It caused a momentary twinge of pain, and regret briefly crossed her mind. However, as he gently stroked her again, the pleasure washed away any doubts or regrets she had, leaving her fully immersed in the moment. Caroline bit her lip and swayed her hips slightly as Miguel made another slow move. She faced him and kissed him. Miguel pulled her closer, his hand slipping to cup her breast from the side, and his other hand moved to her thigh to find her sweet spot again. Caroline swiftly unbuckled Miguel's belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down just enough to reveal his impressive manhood. Miguel gazed at her with heavy-lidded eyes, filled with desire. Although she had never done it before, Caroline was not innocent and knew what to do. She looked at Miguel's member, took it in her hands, and slowly licked the tip. A moan escaped from Miguel's lips, encouraging her to continue. Miguel moaned ag
Caroline woke up when she heard her phone ringing. She swallowed when she felt Miguel moving beside her. She rubbed her forehead as she remembered what they did last night. She bit her lip because only a blanket covered their bodies. She couldn't believe that she was still with the man she had a one-night stand with last night. Suddenly, she remembered Alexander. She left him at the bar last night. She didn't say goodbye to her suitor. "Good morning," Miguel whispered as he kissed her on the cheek. She quickly grabbed the blanket and covered herself with it. Miguel looked at Caroline with a playful smile. "No need to hide it. I already saw that." She looked at Miguel with widened eyes. She felt a little embarrassed. "You need to leave." "Is your boyfriend coming soon?" Miguel asked with a smirk, leaning closer to Caroline's face. Caroline swallowed nervously. "But I still want to be with you." Caroline took a deep breath. "I don't have a boyfriend. Just please leave."
"This is so unfair, Dad! You allow Cecile to have a boyfriend while you let me get involved with an addict!" Caroline shouted. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow from her eyes. "You're so unfair! You're taking away my right to do things that make me happy! I've been a good daughter, Dad. I followed everything you said. But it's completely wrong to involve me with that person!" "Sir, the person you've been waiting for is here," their maid Marikit announced. Samson sighed. "Let him in." Caroline wiped her face with her hands. Glenda sat down on the couch with a huff before sipping her tea. She glared at her daughter. Samson greeted Caroline's newly hired personal bodyguard. Glenda smiled and followed her husband. "I'm glad you made it. It's perfect timing as our rebellious daughter just got home," Glenda said, glancing at Caroline, facing away as she wiped her face. Caroline clasped her hands. She had never been a rebellious child. She didn't understand why her parent
Caroline woke up late in the afternoon. She had no intention of going to work because she would have to see her parents again. Her whole body was exhausted, and she just wanted to sleep all day.She closed her eyes as there was a knock on the door. Pretending to be asleep, she involuntarily bit her lip at the delicious smell of food. She opened one eye and glanced at who brought the food for her. Her brow furrowed as if it was someone different than usual who delivered the food. She scrutinized the young man in a black suit."Breakfast in bed, My Queen!"Caroline clenched her teeth upon seeing Miguel holding a food tray. There was a hint of teasing in the young man's voice."Get out! I'm not hungry!" she snapped at him, her eyes fixed on the food."I won't leave unless you get up and eat the food prepared by your cook," Miguel firmly stated as he walked toward her bed."Perhaps you've forgotten that you're just a personal bodyguard and have no right to enter my room!" Caroline retorte
Alexander's gaze fell on Miguel, quietly seated near the door, observing his surroundings. He approached Miguel and scrutinized him from head to toe."Are you a new employee here?" Alexander asked, displaying an air of arrogance. Miguel looked up and hesitated to respond immediately, studying each of Alexander's movements. "Are you deaf? I'm asking if you're a new employee here," Alexander's tone showed irritation.Alexander's voice caught the attention of the employees. They paused their activities and looked at Miguel and Alexander. They began gossiping about Caroline's uncouth suitor once again.Miguel glanced up when he noticed Alexander standing in front of him, frowning with his hands in his pockets. "Sorry? Are you talking to me?" Miguel asked, covering his nose due to the smell of smoke emanating from the young man in front of him."Yes, I'm talking to you.""I am not an employee here," Miguel formally replied, bowing his head.Alexander grabbed the collar of Miguel's shirt. "
CAROLINE'S POV "Let's go," I said to Miguel as we left Daddy's office. "We're going to the mall. I'll buy clothes to wear later and a gift for Avery." We entered the elevator together. I glanced at him and noticed his unusual silence. I found it strange because he was quite talkative earlier. He looked down, repeatedly checking his watch. Until we reached the mall. He's busy texting on his phone, unable to take his eyes off the screen. He followed me as I browsed for clothes to wear at Avery's birthday later. "Do you have somewhere else to go after this?" He suddenly asked as I stepped out of the dressing room. "The salon? Why?" I asked him, placing the dress in the cart after trying it on. "I have somewhere to go later. I already informed your Daddy this morning." "Who will drive me later if you're not around? You're my bodyguard, remember? Daddy also doesn't allow me to drive a car." "I already talked to Mr. Berto. He can escort you later, Ma'am." His phone rang. He quickl
I just finished packing our things. I can’t wait to leave the Philippines with Kalix and Lena. It’s been two days since Miguel found out the truth. I actually had to drag him out of my condo just to make him leave.Today is their press conference, and today is also our flight back to Portugal. I don’t know what the press conference is about—I don’t read the news either. Miguel promised me he would prove that he’s not the enemy, but I don’t know if I should believe him. He’s dating my cousin, and everyone knows it. Meanwhile, Cecile still hasn’t released a statement about the scandal videos I’ve been spreading. I have no intention of deleting them either. I want them to experience the same humiliation they put me through when they exposed my past relationship with Miguel. The worst part? Back then, he was only my bodyguard.“Did we pack everything?” I asked Lena as she got into the car.“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied.I revved the engine and sped toward the airport. I glanced at Lena when I
“I am the real father of Kalix Arkin Brooks...”I stepped back, my shoulders slumping. I couldn’t take my eyes off the paper he was holding. Only one thing ran through my mind—the DNA test results in his hands.“Am I the father of the child—”“You’re not his father!” I snapped.“Then how do you explain this?” He held up the DNA test results, still unable to believe it. “Am I the father of your child?”I glanced at Seb and Monica, but they refused to meet my eyes. I let out a sigh. I had no choice but to run away now that Miguel knew the truth. He saw the DNA test results himself. This must have been why the couple had come to my condo.“Would it change anything if I admitted you’re his father, Miguel? Nothing. Now that you know the truth, you can leave my condo.”“Caroline, we can’t—”“The door is open, Seb. Isn’t this what you wanted? For him to know the truth? Well, now he does. So get out!” I yelled furiously. Miguel was sitting on the floor when I turned to him. “Take your friend
I parked the car carefully when we arrived at the church. I didn’t know why I decided to come here. The church was just near our condo. I calmed myself before getting out and letting Kalix open the door. It had been years since I last went to church. Maybe all of this was happening because I was being punished. I had forgotten to come here to pray, give thanks, and ask for forgiveness for all the wrong things I had done.“Mommy...” Kalix called hoarsely as we entered the church.“Mommy’s fine. Don’t worry...” I smiled and picked him up. “Let’s stay here. Are you hungry?”Kalix immediately shook his head. “I’m not. I want to know what happened inside the karaoke room.”I sighed and focused my eyes on the large cross inside the church. I lowered Kalix onto the wide seat before kneeling. I couldn’t hold back my tears as I prayed. They just kept falling.After praying, I took out my cellphone to check my social media accounts. Their scandalous videos were all over various websites and pla
I cursed as he pulled me closer, forcing me to sink into his chest.“What the hell are you doing?!” I pushed him away. I turned to look at the door when it suddenly opened, revealing a young man.“S-Sorry. We thought no one was here,” the woman beside him said shyly before quickly pushing her companion out.“You can use this room if you want,” Miguel said while adjusting his necktie.“Is it such a big deal to you that another man got me pregnant?” I asked curiously as he reached for the doorknob.“Why are you asking?” He turned to face me. “If I were to ask you, what would you do if I got another woman pregnant?”I couldn’t answer right away. I was annoyed that he was throwing the question back at me instead of answering it. “I just want to know. Just answer the damn question.”“Yes, Caroline. It is a big deal to me. I did everything for you, but why did you return all the pain to me?” He sighed. “I thought I was enough for you. That you loved me, too.”“Miguel...”“I still want to pr
I ordered Daddy’s men to get him some water. They tried to approach him, but his men blocked their way.“Samson, we’re not in a relationship—”“Are you still going to deny it even now, when it’s already too late?” I asked Glenda. I helped Daddy sit down, relieved that he let me assist him.When the men I had sent returned, I immediately gave Daddy the water. Once he felt a little better, I took his cellphone and searched for his personal doctor’s number.“Come to the company right away. Daddy needs you,” I ordered before hanging up.“This is your fault! He’s struggling again because of you—”“Shut your mouth, Cecile!” Daddy scolded her authoritatively. I grinned to myself.“Daddy, she’s just trying to stir up trouble! Why are you believing that woman? We’re your family!” Cecile shouted.But Daddy suddenly laughed, catching my attention. “Family? Can we even call this a family after what I just found out about your mother’s betrayal?”“You cheated on Mommy first, Dad!” Cecile shot back
I let out a loud laugh as Cecile fumed, her face red with anger. The important people had already left the company, leaving just us behind. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair and glared at me with pure hatred.“Are you kidding me? Don’t you have anything better to do with your life? What the hell are you doing here? Weren’t you the one who said you’d forget about us as your family? Then why are you here now?”“Throw this woman out if you don’t want to—”“Aunt Glenda, I’m not the one who should be leaving,” I cut her off with a smirk.“W-What? You just called me Aunt?” She gasped, disbelief etched across her face.“What else should I call you?” I raised an eyebrow. “Aunt? That works, since my mother was your sister.”“Caroline, what are you talking about?” Daddy interjected, his voice sharp. “Watch your tone when speaking to Glenda. And who told you that she and your mother were sisters?”“Why, Dad? Did I say anything offensive?” I gave him a bitter smile. “Am I still supp
“Good morning, Kalix,” I greeted him as he saw me cooking in the kitchen.“Mommy?” he said, his eyes widening in surprise. He had grown used to me being locked in my room, crying and refusing to eat. “Good morning, Mommy!” His smile stretched from ear to ear before he ran toward me.I welcomed him with a tight hug, savoring the warmth of his laughter.Lena, Belen, and Norma could hardly believe their eyes when they saw me up early, cooking breakfast.How could I not be productive?The videos I uploaded were starting to go viral.I couldn’t wait to see Cecile swarmed by reporters, forcibly removed from her position.Even in the bathroom, I found myself singing as I showered.I couldn’t stop thinking about how they would handle the scandal that Cecile and Alexander had caused years ago.After all, she was the one who dragged Alexander’s name into the conversation—even though he had been dead for a long time.---“Ma’am Caroline!” Lena’s urgent voice came with a series of knocks on my do
I had been locked in my room for an entire week. Even the simplest tasks—bathing, wiping myself—felt like a struggle.I had lost my appetite.All I did was drink water.I was ashamed. Ashamed of Lena and my two helpers, who had to witness me like this.But I was also grateful. They were taking care of Kalix.At least someone was.---“Ma’am Caroline, I cooked your favorite food,” Belen said as she entered my room, smiling. She carried a tray of steaming dishes.The rich aroma of pork stew filled the air, mixing with the scent of other familiar foods she had prepared.But I felt nothing. No hunger. No interest.Even if she cooked all my favorite meals, it wouldn’t change anything.“Just put it on the table, Belen,” I said, my gaze distant.She hesitated before placing the tray on the bed instead.“Eat while the soup is still warm,” she coaxed gently. “You might not want it later if it gets cold.”I glanced at the table.The food they had brought me this morning was still there—untouche
I cried endlessly after leaving the hotel, clutching the urn that was said to contain Mommy’s ashes. Unable to bear it any longer, I opened it.Inside, I found a small box. Wiping my tears, I carefully took it out, my hands trembling.A customized photo locket necklace. Old. Worn.My attention was drawn to the pendant. Slowly, I opened it—and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.Inside was a tiny photo. I was crying when it was taken, and Mommy... Mommy was smiling.My gaze dropped back to the box when I noticed more pictures inside.“Mommy...” I whispered, my voice breaking, as I pulled out the photographs.They were of us—when I was just a child, unaware of the cruelty of the world.As I looked through them one by one, the ache in my chest deepened. It felt like I couldn’t breathe.She was probably gone.For all these years, I had never known what it was like to be loved by a mother. I had always searched for that warmth, that care.I only found out about her last night. Now, I was d