Everett’s POV“What’s the update on your godchild?” Garil asked. We’re currently at the opening of our new hotel resort here in Batangas.“Everything’s fine. I’m just waiting for her to get pregnant,” I replied while keeping my eyes on my aunt and uncle, who were busy entertaining our VIP guests. They were really soaking it in, acting as if they were the ones running all the family’s businesses and managing the wealth. They were clearly enjoying the spotlight while I haven’t taken full control of everything yet.For now, I let them have their moment. I know that eventually, everything will fall into my hands. It’s non-negotiable—everything truly belongs to me. I just don’t understand why my father had to make things so complicated. He knows his brother is greedy when it comes to wealth, yet he entrusted him with everything while I haven’t fulfilled his final wish. Maybe he did this deliberately to push me to act because he knows I detest his brother. I’ve always despised Uncle Gerald.
Misha’s POVGodfather Everett called me to go to his condo. He said he couldn’t pick me up because he wasn’t feeling well today. I didn’t know why he wanted me to go there since he didn’t give me any reason. I just got ready and headed over. I already knew his condo number, so I didn’t need to stop at the front desk. Yummy Godfather had already informed his staff about my arrival.When I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the 40th floor, where his condo is. I could tell it was a presidential suite.As the elevator doors opened, I walked down the hallway. His condo was at the end, so I had quite a long walk ahead. I passed by some staff along the way. They were polite and smiled warmly at visitors. And honestly, there didn’t seem to be a single unattractive staff member here. They were all gorgeous and handsome.The Tani family is truly extraordinary. They own so many businesses, and they all rake in massive profits. Now, I’m sure this hote
Misha's POVI opened the door and faced Maddison. I could see the shock on her face when she saw me."Who the hell are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. First meeting, and she already gave me an attitude. Damn, she’s gorgeous up close. Her face is envy-inducing. I can’t compete with this woman. My confidence drops whenever she’s around.“I think I should be the one asking that. Who are you, and what do you need?” I asked, even though I already knew who she was. I couldn’t help but address her formally.“I’m Maddison, his friend. Where’s Everett? We’re leaving; we’re going to visit a friend of ours,” she said, her face still full of sass. She’s a walking English-era diva, making me feel even more out of her league, as if she’s high-class, and I’m not.“Sorry, Miss Maddison, but Everett isn’t accepting visitors right now. He’s down with a fever, so maybe another day,” I replied, and her jaw dropped.“Really? Oh no, is he okay? How is he?” she asked, suddenly looking concerned. She tr
Misha’s POVWhen I woke up, my yummy godfather was no longer beside me. My eyes were still heavy with sleep as I glanced around the room. Not even a shadow of Everett was in sight, so I decided to get up. Sitting on the bed, I stretched and yawned. I had slept so well.I checked the time and realized it was almost four in the afternoon. I’d missed lunch—and so had my patient. I stood up and left the room.Outside, I heard sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen. I walked over and found Everett cooking.“Hey, why are you doing that? You’re still sick,” I scolded him as I approached.“I’m feeling a bit better now. I was hungry since we missed lunch, so I thought I’d cook something,” he replied, but I still took the spatula from him.“Everett, you’ll make yourself worse. You should’ve woken me up.” I took over what he was cooking. It looked like pork adobo, which I was familiar with.“Well, you looked so peaceful sleeping. I wanted to wake you, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Besides,
Misha’s POVHere I am, lying in the bathtub full of bubbles while sipping tea. The liquid soap I used smells amazing. It's really different when you're wealthy—everything they have is top-notch and high-quality. Yummy Godfather is still in the living room, watching a series. I told him I'd take a bath since I might end up sleeping here. I just want to spend the night with him. But if he doesn’t allow it, that’s fine; I’ll just go home. What matters is that I accomplished my mission of taking care of him.After bathing, I prepared dinner. He said he wanted soup, so I made chicken tinola. It’s perfect for someone who’s sick. I know he hasn’t tried it before, so I decided to cook it for him.“What kind of dish is that?” he asked, pointing at the tinola I served when I set it on the table.“It’s good for sick people. Go ahead, try it—it’s delicious,” I said as I poured water into his glass.He scooped some soup and chicken into his bowl and tasted it. While he did that, I watched him inte
Everett’s POVNervous and restless, I waited in the hotel room for the unknown woman I was supposed to sleep with tonight. I genuinely dislike this kind of behavior. I don’t like having casual sex with strangers. But because I need my inheritance, I have to do this. I need a child and a wife as soon as possible.Honestly, I’m still grieving my father’s death. He passed away at such an inconvenient time. Just as I was beginning to enjoy my bachelorhood, he died. But it seems fate wants this to happen. It wants me to have a wife and child early. I’m not the type of man who often cheats on women. In fact, I’m respectful towards women, especially when I love them.Whoever this woman Garil found for me to impregnate and marry, so be it. He said she’s kind and beautiful, single and a virgin, so it doesn’t seem too bad. All I really want is a kind wife. Even if she’s not beautiful. Nowadays, it’s better to have a life partner with a good heart.As I closed the shower, I heard the door close
Misha’s POVI came home to find my dad slumped and dejected, sitting in the living room. I was in such a good mood because I had just finished bonding with my friends.I glanced at my mom to ask what had happened to him. She told me that dad had been scammed by the suppliers at our farms. We lost millions, and just today, five of our major farms had been mortgaged. My dad didn’t know what to do to recover everything we lost. It felt worse than losing in a gamble. He had trusted those people too much, not realizing they were scammers.I approached him. I had never seen my dad like this before. He’s usually cheerful, always smiling and loud when he’s happy. Now, he looked dazed, as if the whole world had collapsed on him.“Dad, don’t be sad. We’ll figure out a way to get back what we lost,” I said as I sat beside him on the sofa.He looked at me and smiled. “I already have an idea, dear,” he replied. I knew my dad would quickly find a way out because he’s smart and resourceful.“You’re
Misha’s POVJake suggested that we hit a bar first before heading to the hotel he booked for us. I was happy because he wanted us to check in at the hotel tonight. I agreed. I wanted to forget everything too, so we both got really drunk. It turns out going to a bar is a lot of fun. When I was already drunk, he sent me ahead to the hotel he mentioned. Even though I was completely intoxicated, I managed to get there.Jake was really generous because the hotel he picked was huge. When I arrived, I didn’t need a key because the door was already open. I immediately looked for the bedroom. I wanted to take a nap while waiting for him.When I found the bed, I turned off the lights. I was sure he would turn them on when he arrived. I collapsed onto the bed once the room was dark. I needed to gather my strength through sleep so that when I woke up later, I’d be ready to give myself to him.I don’t know how much time had passed. I just felt someone slowly removing my clothes. I didn’t protest
Misha’s POVHere I am, lying in the bathtub full of bubbles while sipping tea. The liquid soap I used smells amazing. It's really different when you're wealthy—everything they have is top-notch and high-quality. Yummy Godfather is still in the living room, watching a series. I told him I'd take a bath since I might end up sleeping here. I just want to spend the night with him. But if he doesn’t allow it, that’s fine; I’ll just go home. What matters is that I accomplished my mission of taking care of him.After bathing, I prepared dinner. He said he wanted soup, so I made chicken tinola. It’s perfect for someone who’s sick. I know he hasn’t tried it before, so I decided to cook it for him.“What kind of dish is that?” he asked, pointing at the tinola I served when I set it on the table.“It’s good for sick people. Go ahead, try it—it’s delicious,” I said as I poured water into his glass.He scooped some soup and chicken into his bowl and tasted it. While he did that, I watched him inte
Misha’s POVWhen I woke up, my yummy godfather was no longer beside me. My eyes were still heavy with sleep as I glanced around the room. Not even a shadow of Everett was in sight, so I decided to get up. Sitting on the bed, I stretched and yawned. I had slept so well.I checked the time and realized it was almost four in the afternoon. I’d missed lunch—and so had my patient. I stood up and left the room.Outside, I heard sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen. I walked over and found Everett cooking.“Hey, why are you doing that? You’re still sick,” I scolded him as I approached.“I’m feeling a bit better now. I was hungry since we missed lunch, so I thought I’d cook something,” he replied, but I still took the spatula from him.“Everett, you’ll make yourself worse. You should’ve woken me up.” I took over what he was cooking. It looked like pork adobo, which I was familiar with.“Well, you looked so peaceful sleeping. I wanted to wake you, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Besides,
Misha's POVI opened the door and faced Maddison. I could see the shock on her face when she saw me."Who the hell are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. First meeting, and she already gave me an attitude. Damn, she’s gorgeous up close. Her face is envy-inducing. I can’t compete with this woman. My confidence drops whenever she’s around.“I think I should be the one asking that. Who are you, and what do you need?” I asked, even though I already knew who she was. I couldn’t help but address her formally.“I’m Maddison, his friend. Where’s Everett? We’re leaving; we’re going to visit a friend of ours,” she said, her face still full of sass. She’s a walking English-era diva, making me feel even more out of her league, as if she’s high-class, and I’m not.“Sorry, Miss Maddison, but Everett isn’t accepting visitors right now. He’s down with a fever, so maybe another day,” I replied, and her jaw dropped.“Really? Oh no, is he okay? How is he?” she asked, suddenly looking concerned. She tr
Misha’s POVGodfather Everett called me to go to his condo. He said he couldn’t pick me up because he wasn’t feeling well today. I didn’t know why he wanted me to go there since he didn’t give me any reason. I just got ready and headed over. I already knew his condo number, so I didn’t need to stop at the front desk. Yummy Godfather had already informed his staff about my arrival.When I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the 40th floor, where his condo is. I could tell it was a presidential suite.As the elevator doors opened, I walked down the hallway. His condo was at the end, so I had quite a long walk ahead. I passed by some staff along the way. They were polite and smiled warmly at visitors. And honestly, there didn’t seem to be a single unattractive staff member here. They were all gorgeous and handsome.The Tani family is truly extraordinary. They own so many businesses, and they all rake in massive profits. Now, I’m sure this hote
Everett’s POV“What’s the update on your godchild?” Garil asked. We’re currently at the opening of our new hotel resort here in Batangas.“Everything’s fine. I’m just waiting for her to get pregnant,” I replied while keeping my eyes on my aunt and uncle, who were busy entertaining our VIP guests. They were really soaking it in, acting as if they were the ones running all the family’s businesses and managing the wealth. They were clearly enjoying the spotlight while I haven’t taken full control of everything yet.For now, I let them have their moment. I know that eventually, everything will fall into my hands. It’s non-negotiable—everything truly belongs to me. I just don’t understand why my father had to make things so complicated. He knows his brother is greedy when it comes to wealth, yet he entrusted him with everything while I haven’t fulfilled his final wish. Maybe he did this deliberately to push me to act because he knows I detest his brother. I’ve always despised Uncle Gerald.
Misha's POVI’m standing in front of the big mirror in my room, staring at my reflection. I’m trying to see if I can even compete with that woman. Ever since I saw her yesterday at the birthday party, I haven’t been able to get her words out of my head. I won’t let her take my yummy Godfather away. No way!I walked back to my bed, picked up my phone, and called Godfather Everett. I needed to see him right away.“Oh, you called?”He answered so quickly. He sounded surprised. I could hear voices in the background.“Don’t we have plans? I want to get out of the house,” I said immediately. For all I know, that beautiful woman from yesterday might already be hanging around him. It’s better if I’m the one who gets to him first. I felt a bit shameless asking him out like this, but I didn’t care.“Misha, sorry, I’m in a meeting right now. I’m at work, so let’s talk later, okay?” he said before hanging up abruptly, not even waiting for my response.I placed my phone on the bed and left my room
Misha’s POVThe party had started. Just like the birthday celebrant, the program was weird. It was boring—just singing performances, and even those were all old songs. There was nothing special. If there was, it would only be the food and the giveaways. Most of the guests seemed sleepy. So, some of them decided to create their own moments to enjoy. There was a group at one table constantly taking pictures. I’ll admit, most of them looked better now. Well, plastic surgery is trendy these days. My former classmates clearly have money now. Those flat noses from before are now pointed. Some who used to be dark-skinned are now so fair, as if they’re drinking glutathione daily. And those who were nerdy back in the day? They’ve suddenly become hot.At our table, we were quiet, simply observing what our former classmates were doing. But after some wine, a few of them started becoming chatty."Hey, Misha, how have you been? I heard you’re filthy rich now," Trixie asked. She was the school bitc
Misha’s POVI was shocked when I woke up late. I didn’t hear the alarm on my phone. Today is the birthday party of our college class president—a grand event—so I cannot be late. I need to prepare since this is the perfect chance for everyone to share their career achievements, travel experiences, hobbies, and passions.Good thing I went shopping yesterday with my generous godfather, Godfather Everett. Now, I can finally use the luxurious items he bought me.“So, what are you wearing, girl?” Jaye asked while we were on a video call, both doing our makeup.“Just wait and see,” I replied with a smile.“Hey, Misha, FYI, we’re supposed to wear cocktail dresses,” she reminded me, as if I didn’t know how to read emails.“Yeah, I know,” I said quickly. “You know what, Jaye? You should just focus on getting ready yourself instead of bothering me.”“Fine! Suit yourself. But I’ve already told you what you need to wear!”I just nodded and ended the call. Once I was alone in my room, I focused on
Misha's POVToday, Godfather Everett took me to one of their hotel resorts. He picked me up at our house at nine in the morning, and by ten, we had arrived at their grand hotel resort. I was in awe of the towering buildings. He said that all the staff here are close to his uncles and aunts—spies or informants about his life’s happenings.When we got inside, people started looking at us and greeting Everett.We sat at a table near the pool area. He called a staff member and ordered a drink.While he sipped his wine, I drank juice. He wouldn’t let me have alcohol, saying it might harm the baby in case I’m already pregnant.“This hotel resort of yours is huge, Everett,” I said, glancing around the area.“Please, just keep smiling the whole time, Misha. Some of the staff are already taking pictures of us. That way, you’ll look good in their shots,” he whispered, taking a sip of his wine.I adjusted my hair and started smiling more.“Don’t look around too much. They might notice you’re loo