Isla’s heart raced as the intensity of her emotions overwhelmed her, making it impossible to articulate just how deep her longing for Vincent had become. Every touch, every kiss, spoke louder than words ever could. Her entire being responded to him, her body craving his presence and connection. It was as if time had slowed down, and in that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of them. She kissed him back with equal passion, matching the hunger in his lips, the urgency in his touch. It was a surrender, an unspoken understanding that they were each other's everything, and nothing else mattered but this shared intimacy.As Vincent pulled away from her lips, his voice broke the silence, his words like a balm to her soul. “Oh sweetheart, I missed you, I missed you so much.”His confession echoed in her mind, and Isla’s heart fluttered with joy and warmth. It was a promise, a vow, and she could feel the depth of his affection in every syllable. The love they shared was undeniabl
The electricity that coursed through Isla’s body from Vincent’s piercing gaze was undeniable, a powerful jolt that seemed to awaken something primal within her. It wasn’t just the intensity of his eyes but the way they traveled over her, claiming every inch of her as if it already belonged to him. That unspoken dominance sent a surge of courage through her, shattering her hesitations. Her hand instinctively reached for the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him down to capture his lips in a kiss that was equal parts yearning and boldness.“Oh God, hmmm, Vince,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with both need and surrender. Her words dissolved into a blissful gasp, the sound filling the space between them as their connection deepened. Unable to help herself, she kissed him again, this time allowing her teeth to gently graze his lower lip in a soft, teasing bite. The heat between them was intoxicating, each movement fanning the
Isla’s body quivered beneath Vincent’s relentless touch, every movement he made sending shockwaves of pleasure that rippled through her core and spread to every inch of her being. It felt as though he knew her body better than she did, each stroke, each caress perfectly calibrated to draw out the most intoxicating sensations. She couldn’t help but arch against him, her breaths coming in uneven gasps as his unwavering focus on her pleasure rendered her powerless to do anything but surrender. The intensity of his touch made her feel as though she were teetering on the edge of something monumental, her body and soul completely at his mercy.What made it even more overwhelming was the way he devoted himself to her, as though she were the only thing that existed in his world. His gaze never wavered, his hands never faltered, and every movement carried an unspoken message of adoration and possession. The way his lips pressed against her skin and the reverence in his touch made her hear
Isla's voice was a barely audible whisper, a combination of breathlessness and pleasure, "Y-Yes—Mmmnnn—" escaping her lips without a moment's hesitation. The word "yes" was a surrender, an invitation, and the soft "Mmmnnn" was a prelude to the symphony of sounds that were soon to follow. It was a raw, unfiltered expression of her desire, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her. Vincent, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous delight, couldn't help but smile. He had been waiting for this moment, for this eager, passionate response. His smile was a mixture of triumph and tenderness, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. He savored this moment, this shared anticipation, this unspoken acknowledgment of their mutual desire. With a powerful, deliberate thrust, he entered her fully, the sudden fullness within her eliciting a low groan from him. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, "it's so hot inside you." The words were more than just a compliment; they
A beautiful smile spread across Isla's lips as she woke up the next morning beside Vincent, who was still peacefully asleep. She quietly gazed at his handsome face, her heart swelling with affection as she took in the features she had missed so much. The soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply, the slight furrow in his brow even in his sleep—everything about him seemed so familiar, yet so distant, reminding her of the years they had spent apart. For a moment, she just allowed herself to savor the sight of him beside her, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn’t realized she had been missing. But then, just as quickly, a sting appeared in the corners of her eyes. The ache in her heart deepened as memories of how their story had ended flooded her mind, and the pain and sadness she had endured from their separation resurfaced. The weight of those memories threatened to pull her under, but she fought to keep them at bay. She didn’t want to ruin this moment of peace.Ca
Over lunch, Randy deftly controlled the flow of conversation, steering it toward topics that seemed to elevate his image. Isla, though polite, couldn’t help but notice how he positioned himself as the focal point. He spoke with a confidence that at times felt overbearing, punctuating his stories with hints of self-praise. While Isla appreciated his effort to keep the discussion lively, the undercurrent of arrogance in his demeanor left her feeling somewhat detached.As Randy continued, Isla found herself retreating into measured responses, keeping her contributions brief and neutral. Despite his attempts to draw her into the conversation, she maintained a polite distance, carefully navigating the interaction. There were moments when Randy’s charm almost disarmed her, especially when he seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts. However, his tendency to overshadow the discussion with his own narratives reminded her of the imbalance in their dynamic.By the end of the meal, Isla could
His voice was full of encouragement, making the moment feel even more special. Matthew beamed at the praise, clearly enjoying the attention from his father. Vincent’s gaze softened as he looked at the boy, and for a brief second, Isla felt a sense of nostalgia for the kind of fatherly love she had hoped for when she was pregnant with Matthew.“Of course, from my Mama and Papa. It’s just too bad I haven’t met my Papa yet,” Matthew replied with innocent sincerity, unaware of the weight his words carried. His tone was light and cheerful, and he had no idea that his casual mention of his father would stir something deep inside Isla. She stood there, listening to him, a lump forming in her throat. There was something so pure about the way Matthew spoke, without any trace of bitterness, as if he still held onto the hope of meeting his father one day.At those words, Vincent shot Isla a meaningful glance. His eyes were sharp, his expression unreadable, but there was a certain intensity in th
In the days that followed, Isla’s life as Vincent’s secretary returned to normal. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy whenever the man was around. No matter how much she denied it, she was undeniably affected by Vincent’s reaction every time Randy visited her at the office.“Ah, ma’am, these are for you,” said the building’s utility man as he handed her a bouquet of red roses.“Who are they from?” Vincent asked. She hadn’t noticed him standing at the doorway of his office.“They’re from Sir Randy,” the utility man replied before leaving the bouquet on her desk.The room instantly felt smaller, almost suffocating, making Isla decide to place the bouquet on her desk and continue working on her laptop. But she was startled when Vincent suddenly approached her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stand up.“Is Randy courting you?” Vincent asked, his expression dark as he glared at her.Her brows furrowed at his question. “W-What?”“Are you deaf? I’m asking if Randy is courting you. He o
FIRST ROSE"HELLO, Miss Beautiful!" Vincent called out when he found Isla in the kitchen, busy washing dishes."Hi, Sir Vince," Isla replied, her voice soft as she acknowledged him.At that moment, Vincent moved closer, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water from the refrigerator.“Valentine's Day is coming up. Do you have a date yet?” he asked, his gaze lingering on Isla’s beautiful face.Isla glanced at him shyly before offering a small smile. “No, I don’t. I’m not really thinking about those things right now. I don’t have time for dates,” she explained.Vincent raised his thick eyebrows in surprise. “Really? So, does that mean no one gives you gifts on Valentine’s Day?”“Some people do, but I don’t accept them. I’m afraid my dad might see, and if that happens, I’ll definitely get scolded,” Isla said, explaining with a faint smile.Vincent nodded thoughtfully. “Just out of curiosity, what kind of gift would you not be able to resist?”Isla stared at him in disbelief after h
AFTER TWO YEARSWith a warm smile, Vincent watched his wife, Isla, as he carried their two-year-old daughter in his arms. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the clearing, its light filtering through the rustling leaves of the towering acacia tree. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and wildflowers, blending perfectly with the mouthwatering aroma of the food Isla was preparing. There was a sense of peace in the air, a quiet kind of happiness that made Vincent feel as if time had slowed down, allowing him to savor every precious moment with his family.At that moment, Isla was completely immersed in her task, her delicate hands moving with practiced ease as she prepared their meal. The sound of chopping vegetables and the soft clatter of dishes mixed with the distant laughter of birds perched in the branches above. She wore a contented smile, the same smile that never failed to make Vincent’s heart swell with love. Every now and then, she would glance over at him an
TWO MONTHS LATERIt was perhaps the happiest day of Isla’s life. As she took her first step down the long aisle of the grand church, a wave of emotions washed over her—excitement, nervousness, and most of all, deep happiness. The sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful reflections on the polished marble floor. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the soft melody of the wedding march. Isla clutched her bouquet tightly, feeling the weight of the moment settle in her chest. She had dreamt of this day countless times, but now that it was real, it was even more magical than she had ever imagined.Beside her, Artemio walked proudly, his steps steady and reassuring. When Isla glanced up at him, he met her gaze with a warm smile, his eyes filled with fatherly affection. She could sense his silent support, the unspoken words of encouragement in his expression. Aida, standing close behind, reached out and gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder—ju
His words were simple, but they carried so much weight, as though he were talking about more than just the ring—it was about their relationship, their journey together. The fit was more than physical; it was a reflection of how they had always belonged to each other, even when they were apart. Vincent’s smile deepened as he squeezed her hand gently, the moment between them feeling like a quiet promise, a reaffirmation of the love they had shared and would continue to share for the rest of their lives."Yes, my fingers haven’t changed. It has always been a perfect fit," Isla replied with a light laugh, amused by Vincent's fascination with the ring.She looked down at the two rings on her finger, the wedding band and the eternity ring, both symbols of the love and commitment they had shared through the years. The fact that they fit together so perfectly felt like a sign, reinforcing the notion that they were meant to be together. But Vincent’s intense gaze still lingered on her hand, ma
Isla’s heart tightened as she listened to Vincent’s heartfelt apology. She had never fully understood the depth of his pain until now. She knew he had suffered, but hearing him speak so openly about it made her feel a deep sense of empathy for him. The regret she had once carried about their separation began to lift, replaced by an overwhelming sense of understanding. She could see now how much his love for her had hurt him, how he had been torn apart by the loss, just as she had. In his vulnerability, she saw the man who had always loved her, even through the darkest times, and it made her heart ache for him even more.Vincent’s voice broke slightly as he continued, his eyes filled with raw emotion. "Forgive me for not looking for you. Forgive me for not being there when you needed me most. I'm sorry for judging you." The pain in his words was palpable, and Isla could feel every ounce of regret that flowed from him. "But the pain I felt when I came home and found you gone—it was unbe
Randy’s return to the Philippines was met with a mixture of emotions. He had spent a few days in America to handle some pressing matters, but his thoughts were never far from Isla and their situation. As soon as he landed, he made his way to the mansion, where he now lived with his family. The house had become a place of new beginnings for him, but a part of him still carried the weight of the past. He couldn’t help but feel the sting of regret as he thought about the pain Isla and Vincent had endured. In a quiet moment, he muttered to himself, "If you had just said it earlier, you both wouldn’t have gotten hurt," realizing that his silence had caused so much unnecessary suffering.Every day since his return, Randy and Isla had commuted to work together. Their routine was simple, almost like a quiet partnership, but there was an unspoken tension between them. They both knew things couldn’t be the same anymore, but the comfort of familiar company made the journey bearable. Randy kept
A week later, Isla found herself caught up in the whirlwind of their busy routine once again. She had just come from the washroom when a familiar sight caught her eye—on her desk, there was a beautiful bouquet of red flowers, its vibrant petals standing out against the plain backdrop of her office. Her heart skipped a beat as she hurried over to it. She picked up the card, eager to see who the flowers were from. When she read the message, a warm smile spread across her face. It was from Vincent, and just reading his sweet words made her heart swell with affection. The fact that he had taken the time to send her flowers, even though he was so close in his office, made the gesture all the more special to her.As she stood there, still holding the card and savoring the moment, she heard Vincent’s familiar voice. “Did you like it?” he asked, his tone warm and teasing. Isla looked up, and there he was, standing at the door of his office, watching her with a gentle smile on his face. His e
Two days after her conversation with Ruby, Isla was caught completely off guard when her father, Artemio, and her aunt, Aida, unexpectedly arrived at the mansion. The moment she laid eyes on them, a surge of emotions washed over her—relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of homecoming. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed to embrace them, her heart pounding with happiness. She had missed them dearly, and seeing them standing before her made her feel as if a missing piece of her life had finally been restored. Vincent, ever attuned to her feelings, wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace, as if to shield her from being overwhelmed by her own emotions. But it was when her father, Manuel, spoke that she truly lost her composure—his voice filled with warmth and finality as he declared that she and Vincent would be moving back into the mansion. The words echoed in her mind, making everything feel even more real, as though the wounds of the past were finally being healed b
The sun was already high in the sky when Isla slowly stirred awake the next morning. Her body felt heavier than usual, as though the weight of the previous night’s intimacy had lingered with her. She lay there for a moment, eyes still heavy with sleep, before she tried to muster the strength to sit up. A bath was the first thing on her mind, hoping it would wash away the fatigue from her body. But as she stretched and moved, her muscles protested, reminding her of how deeply connected she had been to Vincent just hours earlier.Just as she was about to swing her legs over the side of the bed, the door to their room suddenly creaked open. Vincent appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of food with a cheerful smile on his face. His presence, as always, brought a sense of warmth to the room. “Good morning! Breakfast in bed?” he greeted, his voice bright and inviting. He carefully placed the tray on her lap, his hands gentle as he adjusted the food. It was a simple gesture, but one fi