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 retorted. "With all due respect, Ma'am Caroline, your father says you need to come in now. He mentioned some reports still need your attention," Miguel respectfully conveyed, placing the food tray on the bedside table. "Please come in, Mrs. Cristy." The maid, Mrs. Cristy, quickly entered the room. "Sir Samson has been calling for you earlier, Ma'am Caroline..." the maid mentioned, bowing her head. "Tell Daddy I'm not going in today!" Caroline ordered. Miguel's jaw tightened. He couldn't believe the way the young lady was treating the mansion staff. She showed no respect for the elderly. "Will you get up or should I ask your parents to block your ATM cards?" Miguel threatened, knowing that money was what motivated the young lady. Caroline squinted her eyes, glaring at the young man. This was her weakness. She was afraid of losing the one thing that brought her joy—having money. Miguel took out his phone to call the girl's father. Samson had been calling his daughter repeatedly, but her phone was off. "I'll call your father and—" "Fine! I'll get up already! Damn it!" Caroline shouted and quickly got up. "Looks like you're obedient after all," Miguel teased, returning his phone to his pocket. He secretly smiled, realizing how quickly Caroline believed that he would call her father. He had caught Caroline's fear of losing money and being scolded by her father again. "Have something to eat before you take a shower. After you shower and get ready, we'll leave," Miguel instructed. Caroline pursed her lips and glared at him. "I'm not hungry, okay!" She then entered the bathroom in annoyance after Miguel and Mrs. Cristy left. She had to go in because she had reports to finish for her parents' company where she worked. After studying, Caroline's parents immediately brought her into the company. She was tasked to head the Finance Department. "Did you eat the food?" Miguel asked when Caroline got inside the car. The girl didn't answer. She didn't know how to interact with the young man after what happened. Her bodyguard took her virginity. Caroline closed her eyes, pondering how she would forget about the man she would be with every day. She bit her lower lip as thoughts of their encounter flooded her mind. The way he thrust and moaned. It wouldn't leave Caroline's mind. "Are you okay?" Miguel suddenly asked, noticing the girl's silence and lip-biting. Caroline opened her eyes and glared at Miguel. He was looking at her seriously. She cursed inwardly. She shook her head while holding onto her temples. She needed to find a way to erase him from her mind. "I need to get rid of him." She repeated to herself over and over again. Miguel grinned and averted his gaze when Caroline didn't respond to his questions. "So, now you're acting like a princess? Making a scene while—" "Shut up!" Caroline yelled in irritation, cutting off Miguel before he could finish his sentence. "Drive quietly. Don't talk to me!" Miguel remained silent. They traveled in silence on the way to the company. Caroline quickly got out of the car after Miguel parked. She didn't wait for him to open the door for her. She hurriedly walked into the company, with the young man following behind. The female employees couldn't help but notice whenever Caroline and Miguel passed by. The girl couldn't help but glance back at the man following her, who was also looking at her. "Yes, Ma'am? Is there a problem?" the young man formally asked her. Caroline glared at him before continuing towards the elevator. Miguel smirked discreetly as the elevator doors opened. They quickly stepped inside. As the elevator doors closed, he swiftly took the girl's wrist. Caroline's eyes widened as she stared at the hand of the young man gripping hers. Miguel pressed the button for the tenth floor, where Samson's office was located. "Let me go!" Caroline protested, trying to pull her hand back, but Miguel's grip was too strong. He faced Caroline. "Do you have a problem with me? You've been glaring at me since earlier. I'm just doing my job properly, I hope you can also get along with the people around you." Caroline took a deep breath and forcefully withdrew her hand. "It's none of your business how I treat you. You're just a mere personal bodyguard, so don't act like we're close." "Miss Caroline, you may be forgetting that I signed a contract with your parents. One of the clauses is to assist you in interacting properly with others." Caroline shrugged, "I can't believe this." The elevator chimed as they reached the tenth floor. Miguel stood up straight and followed the girl as she walked ahead. "Wait here. You're not allowed to enter Daddy's office," Caroline said, quickly closing the door on Miguel. Miguel sat on a vacant seat outside Samson's office, waiting for the girl. He looked around, observing the employees' actions. "Good Morning, Sir Alexander!" the employees greeted as Caroline's suitor arrived. Alexander didn't acknowledge the greetings from the employees. He was known by all, and they were intimidated by him, even though they knew he was slowly changing for Caroline.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
MIGUEL'S POV I rushed my car towards the hospital upon hearing the news that Michelle was having another heart attack. I was worried for my sister. Just earlier, I had talked to her.My hands were trembling as I drove. I needed a large sum of money for Michelle's operation. I hadn't talked to Sir Samson yet to ask if I could get a cash advance from him since I had just started working and I might have to take a leave.Sir Samson knew about my sister's condition. I was grateful that he understood my situation.I redialed my mom's number. This was my third call, and she still wasn't answering. I was anxious about Michelle. She had a heart condition and needed immediate surgery.My head was pounding from thinking about where to get the money. I wasn't sure if Sir Samson would allow me to get a cash advance.I quickly made my way into the hospital after parking the car. I tried calling my mom again as I hurriedly walked towards the second floor. I swore under my breath when I couldn't r
I want to back out of this kind of job and just go home. But the money that the guests give to the men is tempting. I have to set aside my pride for the sake of my sister. Kaiden sat on the lap of an elderly woman. He played with her hair. He whispered something, making her laugh. "Is this your first time here?" the man asked me before he undressed in front of his customer. I flinched when the elderly woman suddenly grabbed his manhood, caressing it. I felt more disgusted. "What are you waiting for there, Migs? Christmas? You won't earn unless you join us in what we're doing," Kaiden said, continuing what he's doing. I can't do this. I'm a fuckboy, but I've never engaged with older individuals. They're older than my mother by several years. I took a step back. "Come on, Miggy. Move there," Kaiden chuckled at me. Dancers were stripping, kissing, and interacting with different customers. My stomach churned at what I saw. "Sorry, Kaiden. But I cannot do this. I can't..." I said,
I bit my lower lip and carried Caroline out of the bar as she was staggering while walking. Her eyes were closed as I lifted her like a newlywed bride. I gently set her down inside the car. I adjusted her clothes as her chest was nearly exposed. I took off my coat, which I wore earlier, and used it to cover her body. Inayos ko ang aking suot na damit and glanced at her before starting the car engine. She's sleeping. I drove slowly towards their house to prevent Caroline from feeling dizzy and getting sick during the trip. "What happened to Ma'am Caroline, Miguel?" Mrs. Cristy asked in surprise as I entered the mansion carrying Caroline. "She attended her friend's birthday party, Mrs. Cristy," I replied. "She'll get scolded again once Sir Samson finds out about this," she said as she followed me up the stairs. I carefully laid Caroline down on her bed. Manang Cristy helped me in placing the blanket over her. "Could you please cook a warm soup for Ma'am Caroline, Mrs. Cristy? She
CAROLINE'S POV I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I checked the time - it's seven o'clock in the morning. I cursed as I remembered it was Saturday today, and I forgot to turn it off. I got up to do my morning routine. I entered the bathroom to wash my face. I decided to postpone taking a shower since my head still hurt. After washing up, I left the room to have breakfast. I furrowed my brow when I saw Cecile sleeping on the couch in the living room. She hadn't changed into her house clothes yet. She must have arrived home in the morning. "Good morning, Ma'am," I heard Mrs. Cristy greet. I quickly turned to her. She had a blanket with her. "Are you feeling better now?" "Good morning. I'm fine. Thank you for last night." I smiled and took the blanket from her, laying it over my sister. "What time did Cecile come home?" "She got home in the early hours, Ma'am. She was very drunk and refused to sleep in her room." "Who brought her home? Was it Josh?" Mrs. Cristy sh
Alexander stood up and approached me. He continued to gaze at me as I looked at him through the mirror. Alexander was decent-looking. It's just that he's not my type because he has a lot of tattoos on his body, and his background isn't appealing. If his family weren't wealthy, I don't know if he could easily get out of jail. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "I'm still in the middle of something, Alexander. Why don't you sit on the bed? I can't focus on getting ready with you here," I said, removing his hands from my shoulders, but he only tightened his grip on my shoulders. "I want to watch you while doing your makeup, Caroline." "You can still watch me without touching me, Alexander." "Am I not allowed? But why are other men allowed to watch and touch you?" I couldn't speak immediately. I just stared at him. His face was serious as he looked back at me. His aura now was intimidating. I swallowed hard as he
I continued to hold on to Miguel until the police arrived. They carefully handcuffed Alexander even though he was still unconscious. "You need to come with us to the precinct, Ma'am," the policewoman said to me. "I'll take care of him, Ma'am. I'm his bodyguard," Miguel said, catching the attention of the police. "Weren't you the one who picked up your friend earlier?" the policewoman asked him. Miguel glanced at me before replying, "Yes, ma'am," in a restrained tone. They looked back at me. "Will you come with us, or will you have him take you home?" "I-I'll just have him take me there" I replied. The police nodded before leaving my room. I released my embrace on Miguel and sat on my bed. He walked towards the door and locked it. "Get dressed so we can go to the police station," he said, facing away from me. I didn't move or speak. I still couldn't believe what Alexander had done to me. He almost raped me. Tears started to well up again, and I quickly wiped them away. "Are
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
I sat down on the floor and immediately hugged the urn. I didn’t know whether to believe what Don Ernesto had just said. Just last night, Lena told me that my real mother was still alive.“My real mother is still alive...” I murmured, staring at the urn. “I just found out last night that she was still alive.”Don Ernesto took a deep breath. “She passed away peacefully two years ago, hija.”I clutched my chest as a sharp pain tightened around my heart. Breathing became difficult. I shook my head.“Mommy is still alive.” I forced a smile and placed the urn on the floor. “She’s not dead yet. I’ll find her. I’ll find a way to bring her back.” I took a deep breath, holding back the tears stinging my eyes. “I saw the video. I saw how my own family abused her. This isn’t funny, Sir. If you’re mad at me because your precious life was put in danger, then fine—I’m sorry. But don’t play with my mother’s life like this. This is not a joke.”“I’m not joking, hija. And I’m not angry with you either
I sighed. I wanted to leave. My bitter smile remained as my eyes stayed fixed on their intertwined hands.“We are dating, Caroline,” Cecile repeated, her voice laced with warning. “If you’re planning to take Miguel away from me, you know where to find me.”I covered my mouth, laughing. She’s acting like a jealous girlfriend when they’re not even real.“I have no plans to take him from you, Ate. I’m happy with my life now. I’m free. I can do whatever I want.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before continuing, “Maybe you’re forgetting—he was mine before he was yours.”I met her glare head-on. “So don’t talk to me like that, Cecile. I don’t make a habit of stealing. Unlike you… who has a history of taking what isn’t yours.”“What did you just say?!” Cecile shrieked. She raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air.“Try it,” I dared, tightening my grip. “Hit me and see what happens. I’ve been holding back for so long, but not anymore. I won’t let you bully me
I searched for more articles, specifically about the Gutierrez family. That’s when I discovered the truth—Roxanne Gutierrez, my real mother, and Glenda, my mother-in-law, are sisters.Daddy was Chairman Ricardo Gutierrez’s right-hand man and the husband of his eldest daughter.After reading multiple sources, even though years had passed, I began to piece everything together.The fire in their mansion wasn’t an accident.Everything was planned.There was a strong possibility that Daddy married Mommy Glenda because he believed he would inherit the company through her. But instead, the company was passed down to Roxanne Gutierrez.Daddy had a relationship with Roxanne before… because he had evil intentions.A sharp pain pulsed in my temples. I pressed my fingers against my head, groaning. I glanced at the wall clock—it was already past three in the morning.And I still hadn’t finished my work.My mind was spinning. What should I focus on now?Should I finish my work? Or should I finish w
I felt my entire body tremble. It was as if my breath had caught in my throat, refusing to escape, after hearing what Lena had just said.“M-My real mother is alive?” I asked in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper. My breath hitched when Lena nodded.“Inside that CD, you’ll see how they abused Ma’am Roxanne. They kept her locked up in an underground facility, but I don’t know exactly where, Ma’am.”“No… this can’t be true, Lena…” I shook my head, refusing to believe it.“They wouldn’t be hunting me down if I were lying to you, Ma’am Caroline.” Lena’s grip tightened on my hand. “I won’t force you to believe me. Just watch the CD. That will prove I’m telling the truth.”She took a deep breath before continuing. “At first, I didn’t understand why they were looking for me. But when they killed my parents, they left a note at our house. They said that if I didn’t return the CD, they would kill me too. Terrified, I ran away and hid.”I stared at the CD in my hands, my chest tightenin
When the woman left, I also made my way out, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath. Back in my office, I grabbed a glass of water and took a few sips, but for some reason, I was still sweating. The air conditioner was running loudly, yet it did nothing to ease the heat I felt.I forced myself to focus, diving back into the financial documents to complete the reports Miguel had assigned me. It was almost six o’clock in the evening, yet I was still nowhere near finished. My shift had officially ended at five, but I couldn’t leave yet—I was waiting for Manager Amelita. She hadn’t shown up today, and I needed to ask her something. I didn’t want to make a mistake on Miguel’s report, or else he might humiliate and insult me.My phone vibrated on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Belen’s name. I immediately answered.“Mommy, what time will you be home? I’m waiting for you so we can have dinner together.”I checked the wall clock
I felt a pang of relief after Manager Amelita left. But that relief quickly faded when I remembered what she had said—Miguel’s office was right next to mine. The thought alone made me want to go home to the condo.Frustrated, I forced myself to focus and began reading the hotel’s financial records.Halfway through, a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I glanced around, hoping to find a coffee maker, but there was nothing. The office was sparsely furnished, containing only a few essentials.A sudden knock on the door made me look up. I adjusted my skirt, noticing it had risen slightly, before making my way to the door.My grip on the doorknob tightened the moment I saw Miguel standing there. His forehead creased as soon as he laid eyes on me. Without a word, he handed me a stack of documents. I swallowed hard before accepting them.“Good day, Sir—”“Read and review these documents. Prepare a financial report. I need it on my desk before ten tomorrow morning.”I stared at the sheer volu
I didn’t understand what Miss Yollie was saying. It felt like I had gone deaf. My eyes remained fixed on Miguel, my body frozen in place. I only looked away when she nodded.Miss Yollie handed him my resume. I clenched my fists as I watched him scan the contents. My heart pounded when I noticed the frown forming on his face.“He will be your boss, Miss Caroline. We assigned you to his company because—”“Isn’t there another company that needs an accountant, Ma’am?” I interrupted, my voice tight.Miss Yollie blinked, surprise flashing across her face. Then, to my horror, she looked amused. She hesitated before responding.“For the meantime, you will work at the hotel they own—”“Just assign another accountant if she doesn’t want to work at our hotel, Miss Yollie,” Miguel cut in coldly. “We don’t force people who don’t want to work with us.”I looked up at him as he emphasized the last word, his gaze locked onto mine. I swallowed hard.“But she’s the most qualified applicant for your hot