As Edward stepped out of the airport, he chose the silver car. One of his uniformed staff members opened the door for him. From a distance, he spotted his cousin, Addie, running towards him, eager to catch him before he left.
“Edward!” Addie blocked the car door, her presence a stark contrast to the luxurious setting. She wasn't the typical billionaire, dressed simply and with a boyish charm, but she’s the CEO of AG, or Addie's Gazette, a rival company to JN Magazine. Edward knew instantly what she’s up to, her gaze and posture revealing her intentions. She wanted to get the scoop on the news that had just broken about his love life. "You got a secret girlfriend?" she asked directly, holding her newly switched-on recorder. Edward just laughed at her dedication to her job as a journalist. "Yeah, for five years. We're getting married soon," Edward replied casually, starting the car engine. It’s a clear signal that he wasn't going to engage in a long conversation with his cousin. "Oh, damn," Addie swore, hitting the roof of Edward's car. "Why didn't you tell me? JN Magazine beat me to it. I'm your cousin, Edward!" she demanded. "You mean, JN Magazine, the company of your ex boyfriend?" Edward teased, getting a wide-eyed response from Addie. Despite her boyish aura, she had a single, short-lived romance. "I-I'm talking about business, Edward. This is purely business," Addie stammered, her voice wavering as her past was brought up once again. Her expression seemed to reflect a heart that had been sprinkled with salt, a wound that hadn't quite healed. "Fine, at the end of October, I'll go public with the lucky lady who's been my girlfriend for five years. We'll do an interview with you," Edward promised his cousin. "Really? Oh, shìt! I'll let my team know. Ahhh, I love you, Edward—aw!" Addie cried out, clutching her head. Overwhelmed with excitement, she had bumped her head on the car roof after hugging Edward. She finally let go of her cousin and called her team to share the good news. She even started dancing in the street. Edward just shook his head, watching Addie's antics in the side mirror. He smiled and drove down the long expanse of Crizford Avenue. As soon as he turned on the radio, the news about his upcoming public announcement of his girlfriend at the end of October blasted through the speakers. Addie, his cousin, was faster than lightning. No matter what station he switched to, it’s the same story. He chuckled softly and played "Just Say Yes" by Snow Patrol on the stereo. The song's upbeat rhythm matched his own good mood as he gazed at the massive billboards featuring Alice. They showcased her various endorsements for popular products and well-known companies. Edward's eyes reflected his admiration for Alice's beauty and her achievements. For him, she’s the perfect girlfriend. Edward loved Alice deeply. He had wooed her for a long time, and ever since they were children, he knew she’s the woman he wanted to marry. Edward hadn't planned to keep their relationship secret from the public. The problem was, Alice always said that going public might hinder her budding modeling career. She argued that her colleagues who had exposed their love lives had faded into obscurity and hadn't been given any major projects. Edward understood her point. He didn't want to jeopardize his girlfriend's dreams. He glanced at the flowers, chocolates, and gifts for Alice in the passenger seat. He had instructed Toni to get them even while he’s in Switzerland. Despite their secret relationship, Edward never failed to show Alice how much he loved her. He showered her with expensive gifts and always put her first. In fact, he had even skipped a meeting with a major business partner in Switzerland just to make it back for their anniversary. He planned to surprise her with a romantic vacation for two at La Cresta for three weeks. It’s a popular resort in the country that he had booked three days earlier through one of his staff members. Edward was lost in thought when he saw the towering condominium building where Alice lived. He smiled as he imagined how surprised she would be when he arrived. He grabbed the flowers, chocolates, and gifts beside him and got out of the car. He couldn't measure the joy and nervousness in his chest at the thought of seeing Alice again after six months. He walked straight into the building and up to the floor where Alice's unit was. He took a deep breath before he turned the doorknob. He expected Alice to be surprised—but what he found was the opposite. He heard a moan and some whispers that felt like daggers piercing his heart. “Ugh, babe… what about Edward? What if he finds out?” It’s Alice's voice. “As long as you don't tell him, no one will know. After all, It feels good, right?” a man’s voice replied, weak and laced with sensuality. Edward felt like the bouquet of flowers in his hand was crumbling. He pushed the door open, revealing a naked man on top of his girlfriend, both of them completely undressed. The bed was creaking under the force of their movements. Edward’s vision blurred with betrayal. He grabbed the man who had taken his girlfriend and they both fell to the floor. He pinned him down and rained blows on his face. The man was too stunned to fight back. “YOU BASTARD!” Edward roared, his voice filled with rage. In his emotional state, he hadn't even registered who the man in front of him was. “Oh, my God! Edward! Stop!” Alice pleaded, unable to even put on clothes, just pulling a blanket over herself in the unexpected chaos. Edward was close to destroying the man's face. He’s coughing up blood, and Edward might have killed him if he hadn't stopped. “Edward, stop! You might kill Jonas!” Alice cried, pulling him away from her lover. Her hands trembled with worry as she wiped the blood from Jonas’ face. The man just stared at Edward intently, saying nothing. That's when Edward realized the truth. The man with his girlfriend was none other than his best friend, Jonas Montegory. The man he trusted to take care Alice for him. The one he considered a brother. Edward stared at the two people he loved, the ones who had betrayed him, his fist trembling. "Since when?" he asked them, his voice cold and emotionless. Alice bit her lower lip and sobbed. "Three years," Jonas replied, his tone firm. There wasn't a hint of remorse in his voice for betraying his friend. Edward's anger intensified. "Three years?" he repeated, his voice echoing Jonas' statement. He turned to Alice, who couldn't meet his gaze. Edward left the room, banging the door, unable to handle the situation any longer. He had been with Alice for five years, and Jonas had been with her for three. He couldn't comprehend how the woman he thought he would marry could have betrayed him like this.Edward gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, the other clutching a beer bottle—his seventh since starting the drive, he guessed. Rock music, something he wouldn't normally listen to, blared from the speakers. He sped down the winding road towards La Cresta, his foot heavy on the gas. 'Alice, will you marry me?' The memory of his proposal to Alice on their fourth anniversary was still vivid in his mind. 'I do! I do! I'll marry you, Edward!' Alice replied, her voice choked with tears of joy, before crashing her lips onto his. It had been one of the happiest days of Edward's life, a memory that used to make him smile, but now it felt like a knife twisting in his heart and mind. Alice betrayed him, not just with some random guy, but with his closest friend. He felt utterly betrayed. Edward slammed his foot on the accelerator, the car speeding up even more. Thankfully, traffic was sparse in this area, otherwise, he might have crashed, fueled by his rage. Edward wa
"Aunt Marie, can you watch over Mom for a bit? There are many visitors at La Cresta now, so there's plenty of work for me to hustle," Shiela reminded her neighbor, who she entrusted with her mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. She’s washing the dishes, the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear. She couldn't risk neglecting her mother, as it could lead to accidents. Shiela couldn't just stay at home and watch over her mother because they would both go hungry. Fortunately, she knew the caretaker at La Cresta, Aunt Nadia, so she managed to get in as a firedancer at the resort. She took up extra shifts in the morning when they were short on staff. During these times, she barely had enough sleep or eat due to the hustle, but it’s worth it because she earned more money compared to regular days. 'Oh, no problem, dear. I'm not doing anything at home anyway. It gets boring being alone there too. When are you coming home?' Aunt Marie asked on the other end. "It will be about five more
"The nerve of you to show up here! Your whole damn salary ain't even enough to cover Mr. Smith's busted nose treatment! Shame on you! You're fired!" Aunt Nadia's furious rant made Sheila shut her eyes in resignation. Sheila, just a waitress, felt disrespected and treated like some kind of a prostitute, so no wonder she freaked out. Edward just defended her, but it seemed like she’s being unfairly blamed for what happened. "Well, it's Mr. Handsome who threw the punch, not Shie—" "You too! You wanna get canned too?!" Aunt Nadia cut off Betty's defense. Betty wanted to speak up for Sheila, but as fellow employees, they both chose to remain silent to avoid more drama. Taking a deep breath, Sheila hesitantly pleaded for another chance to stay at La Cresta. "Just one more chance. It won't happen again. I'll treat Mr. Smith properly if that's what you want, just let me continue worki—" "What?! You really think you can disrespect me like that?" Aunt Nadia mocked, tearing up Sheila's
Edward's text message popped up on Sheila's phone, making her heart do a little flip. ‘After your performance, I'll treat you to dinner at a nearby restaurant. I'll be there in an hour,’ it read. She could almost hear the smile in his voice, even through the cold, digital screen. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. She wanted to type a quick "Thanks!" but her phone was about to die. She bit her lip, a little disappointed, and quickly tucked it back into her pocket. "Sheila! Formation's about to kick off. Hurry up!" Uncle Caloy, their fire-dancing instructor, called out. They had rehearsed five times, but he wanted to make sure they were prepared. This gig at Upper Crest Haven was a big deal. "Coming!" she called back, a bright smile adorning her face as she hurried to join her crew. She snagged her fire dancing gear and positioned herself at the heart of the formation, ready to steal the spotlight. She’s determined to impress Edward with her performance, and excitedly scanned the entra
Betty fled the penthouse, the glittering lights of La Cresta a dizzying blur. Her tears welled up, but she quickly wiped them away. Her mind was racing. She had to find help. Just a waitress, a nobody in this world of luxury, she had no powerful friends to call on, but she couldn't give up. As the headlights of a car approached in the distance, a flicker of hope ignited. Maybe, just maybe, someone would see her, someone who could help her save her friend. Meanwhile, Edward and Toni were chatting happily, heading towards the plaza of Upper Crest Haven to watch Shiela and her group perform. "Sir, you seem different today. Watching fire dancing for the first time, and you're even offering freebies after their performance? I swear, I almost forgot that Ma'am Alice broke your heart," Toni teased, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. He'd been poking fun at his boss for a while now. Edward smiled and shook his head, his attention fixed on the road. "Come on, it's just a friendly gestur
On board the Luxor Grande, a massive 230-foot private jet cutting through the night sky, was none other than Edward Harrington, the big-shot CEO of Harrington Group of Companies. He’s rocking those fancy shades and a suit that screamed 'I'm rich and I know it,' perfectly matching the luxurious private jet he'd purchased for a cool $600,000,000 during his Swiss vacation. Talk about living the high life. It had been six months since Edward jetted off to Europe for some serious business. Now, he’s itching to get back to the Philippines and surprise the most important woman in his life, Alice Dawson—his girlfriend of five years and his childhood sweetheart. "Good evening, Sir. Dom Pérignon?" the stewardess asked, her smile as bright as the champagne she’s offering. She had a trolley piled high with fancy drinks and sandwiches, and her uniform was a tight fit, showing off her amazing figure. "Sure," Edward replied, his voice smooth and cool, like a guy who knows exactly what he wants.
Betty fled the penthouse, the glittering lights of La Cresta a dizzying blur. Her tears welled up, but she quickly wiped them away. Her mind was racing. She had to find help. Just a waitress, a nobody in this world of luxury, she had no powerful friends to call on, but she couldn't give up. As the headlights of a car approached in the distance, a flicker of hope ignited. Maybe, just maybe, someone would see her, someone who could help her save her friend. Meanwhile, Edward and Toni were chatting happily, heading towards the plaza of Upper Crest Haven to watch Shiela and her group perform. "Sir, you seem different today. Watching fire dancing for the first time, and you're even offering freebies after their performance? I swear, I almost forgot that Ma'am Alice broke your heart," Toni teased, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. He'd been poking fun at his boss for a while now. Edward smiled and shook his head, his attention fixed on the road. "Come on, it's just a friendly gestur
Edward's text message popped up on Sheila's phone, making her heart do a little flip. ‘After your performance, I'll treat you to dinner at a nearby restaurant. I'll be there in an hour,’ it read. She could almost hear the smile in his voice, even through the cold, digital screen. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. She wanted to type a quick "Thanks!" but her phone was about to die. She bit her lip, a little disappointed, and quickly tucked it back into her pocket. "Sheila! Formation's about to kick off. Hurry up!" Uncle Caloy, their fire-dancing instructor, called out. They had rehearsed five times, but he wanted to make sure they were prepared. This gig at Upper Crest Haven was a big deal. "Coming!" she called back, a bright smile adorning her face as she hurried to join her crew. She snagged her fire dancing gear and positioned herself at the heart of the formation, ready to steal the spotlight. She’s determined to impress Edward with her performance, and excitedly scanned the entra
"The nerve of you to show up here! Your whole damn salary ain't even enough to cover Mr. Smith's busted nose treatment! Shame on you! You're fired!" Aunt Nadia's furious rant made Sheila shut her eyes in resignation. Sheila, just a waitress, felt disrespected and treated like some kind of a prostitute, so no wonder she freaked out. Edward just defended her, but it seemed like she’s being unfairly blamed for what happened. "Well, it's Mr. Handsome who threw the punch, not Shie—" "You too! You wanna get canned too?!" Aunt Nadia cut off Betty's defense. Betty wanted to speak up for Sheila, but as fellow employees, they both chose to remain silent to avoid more drama. Taking a deep breath, Sheila hesitantly pleaded for another chance to stay at La Cresta. "Just one more chance. It won't happen again. I'll treat Mr. Smith properly if that's what you want, just let me continue worki—" "What?! You really think you can disrespect me like that?" Aunt Nadia mocked, tearing up Sheila's
"Aunt Marie, can you watch over Mom for a bit? There are many visitors at La Cresta now, so there's plenty of work for me to hustle," Shiela reminded her neighbor, who she entrusted with her mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. She’s washing the dishes, the phone tucked between her shoulder and ear. She couldn't risk neglecting her mother, as it could lead to accidents. Shiela couldn't just stay at home and watch over her mother because they would both go hungry. Fortunately, she knew the caretaker at La Cresta, Aunt Nadia, so she managed to get in as a firedancer at the resort. She took up extra shifts in the morning when they were short on staff. During these times, she barely had enough sleep or eat due to the hustle, but it’s worth it because she earned more money compared to regular days. 'Oh, no problem, dear. I'm not doing anything at home anyway. It gets boring being alone there too. When are you coming home?' Aunt Marie asked on the other end. "It will be about five more
Edward gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, the other clutching a beer bottle—his seventh since starting the drive, he guessed. Rock music, something he wouldn't normally listen to, blared from the speakers. He sped down the winding road towards La Cresta, his foot heavy on the gas. 'Alice, will you marry me?' The memory of his proposal to Alice on their fourth anniversary was still vivid in his mind. 'I do! I do! I'll marry you, Edward!' Alice replied, her voice choked with tears of joy, before crashing her lips onto his. It had been one of the happiest days of Edward's life, a memory that used to make him smile, but now it felt like a knife twisting in his heart and mind. Alice betrayed him, not just with some random guy, but with his closest friend. He felt utterly betrayed. Edward slammed his foot on the accelerator, the car speeding up even more. Thankfully, traffic was sparse in this area, otherwise, he might have crashed, fueled by his rage. Edward wa
As Edward stepped out of the airport, he chose the silver car. One of his uniformed staff members opened the door for him. From a distance, he spotted his cousin, Addie, running towards him, eager to catch him before he left. “Edward!” Addie blocked the car door, her presence a stark contrast to the luxurious setting. She wasn't the typical billionaire, dressed simply and with a boyish charm, but she’s the CEO of AG, or Addie's Gazette, a rival company to JN Magazine. Edward knew instantly what she’s up to, her gaze and posture revealing her intentions. She wanted to get the scoop on the news that had just broken about his love life. "You got a secret girlfriend?" she asked directly, holding her newly switched-on recorder. Edward just laughed at her dedication to her job as a journalist. "Yeah, for five years. We're getting married soon," Edward replied casually, starting the car engine. It’s a clear signal that he wasn't going to engage in a long conversation with his cousin. "Oh
On board the Luxor Grande, a massive 230-foot private jet cutting through the night sky, was none other than Edward Harrington, the big-shot CEO of Harrington Group of Companies. He’s rocking those fancy shades and a suit that screamed 'I'm rich and I know it,' perfectly matching the luxurious private jet he'd purchased for a cool $600,000,000 during his Swiss vacation. Talk about living the high life. It had been six months since Edward jetted off to Europe for some serious business. Now, he’s itching to get back to the Philippines and surprise the most important woman in his life, Alice Dawson—his girlfriend of five years and his childhood sweetheart. "Good evening, Sir. Dom Pérignon?" the stewardess asked, her smile as bright as the champagne she’s offering. She had a trolley piled high with fancy drinks and sandwiches, and her uniform was a tight fit, showing off her amazing figure. "Sure," Edward replied, his voice smooth and cool, like a guy who knows exactly what he wants.