Misha's POVConrad and I talked here in front of my parents office cottage. I stared at his face intently as we conversed. He looks so handsome now, a far cry from the playful Conrad I used to know. His posture is commanding, with broad chest and shoulders.He couldn't believe that I, the mischievous and emotional Misha from our childhood, was now standing before him. I even smiled when he said I looked beautiful now. It made me feel silly. Men, always skilled in flattery. But I couldn't blame him; I knew he was being sincere. I kept absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear.“What kind of work did you do abroad, Conrad?” I asked, eager to hear updates about his life.“I worked as a chef at a restaurant in Paris. I took a year off here in the Philippines, and they couldn't let me go because I was one of their top chefs there. It’s been a long time since I've been home, so I deserved a year-long vacation,” he said with a grin. “Hey, but I'm not bragging. I'm just stating the facts.”
Misha’s POVI won’t get to taste Conrad’s cooking after all. My dad suddenly arrived at the farm and told me to go home because Everett was coming over to our house. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Conrad. Dad hurried me home, saying he would be the one to explain my sudden departure to Conrad.What I don’t understand is—why didn’t Everett just tell me himself? Why did he have to talk to my dad instead?When I got home, I saw his fancy car already parked outside, which meant he was already inside. I quickly parked my car and rushed in.I found him sitting on the sofa, his forehead creased, clearly not in a good mood.“Everett?” I called out, my face showing a hint of nervousness.He looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. Then, he stood up and walked toward me.“From now on, you’re not allowed to post photos of any other guy on your social media. My relatives, especially my aunts and uncles—are monitoring you. If they see you with another man, everything we’ve worked for wi
Misha’s POVYummy Godfather doesn’t know that I can see his movements on my phone. I’m watching him on CCTV right now. I’m amazed at how he slices the meat—he moves like a pro in the kitchen. He’s even marinating the meat. While letting it soak, he chops onions, garlic, and vegetables. I still have no idea what he’s cooking.I thought, if I ended up marrying him, this would be a regular scene in our kitchen. I’d have a husband who’s not only rich but also a great cook.While I was busy watching him, I received a message from Conrad."The chicken afritada I cooked is on its way to your house. I hope you like it."Right after reading his message, a delivery rider honked outside our house. I quickly stood up and went out."For Miss Misha Merdz," the rider said."Is this from Conrad?" I asked.He nodded and handed me a large, bagged-up Tupperware. There was nothing left to pay since Conrad had already covered it."Thank you, kuya."As I was heading back inside, I saw Everett standing at t
Misha’s POV“Come on over to the dining area, I’m done cooking,” he called out to me, so I stood up and placed the Tupperware filled with chicken afritada on the table in the living room.Even before I reached the dining area, I could already smell the food he had prepared. The aroma was different, unusual, even…based on what I was picking up.I raised an eyebrow when I saw a variety of dishes spread out on the table. He looked at me with a proud smile, as if he was admiring his own work. “Look, just from the way I plated everything, it already looks delicious, right? But once you taste it, you’ll forget all about that chicken afritada you had earlier.”He was already praising himself, so I just smiled. “Wait, what exactly are these dishes?” I asked, because to be honest, they looked new to me, both in appearance and, most likely, in taste.“I never told you this, Misha, but I actually studied culinary arts abroad. But only for three months, since I never really dreamed of becoming a
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
Everett's POVI punched the wall when Garil told me that the woman he was supposed to send to me didn’t make it. I found out late because he told me late. By that time, I had already sex with the woman who called me Godfather earlier. Who is she, and why did she call me godfather? Am I really her godfather?The next day, my uncles and aunts said they would handle the company for now since I haven’t fulfilled my father’s wishes. They told me that I could only take control of the company once I got married and had a child.I immediately thought of the woman I had sex with in bed. With the amount of sperm I released in her, it’s impossible she wouldn’t get pregnant. But why did she run away? She didn’t even introduce herself to me. But I know we’ll meet again. She’ll come running to me when she finds out there’s something growing in her belly.“I'm really sorry, bro. I didn’t expect you to end up with a different woman at that hotel. I told you late that the woman I spoke to couldn’t mak
Misha’s POV“Come on over to the dining area, I’m done cooking,” he called out to me, so I stood up and placed the Tupperware filled with chicken afritada on the table in the living room.Even before I reached the dining area, I could already smell the food he had prepared. The aroma was different, unusual, even…based on what I was picking up.I raised an eyebrow when I saw a variety of dishes spread out on the table. He looked at me with a proud smile, as if he was admiring his own work. “Look, just from the way I plated everything, it already looks delicious, right? But once you taste it, you’ll forget all about that chicken afritada you had earlier.”He was already praising himself, so I just smiled. “Wait, what exactly are these dishes?” I asked, because to be honest, they looked new to me, both in appearance and, most likely, in taste.“I never told you this, Misha, but I actually studied culinary arts abroad. But only for three months, since I never really dreamed of becoming a
Misha’s POVYummy Godfather doesn’t know that I can see his movements on my phone. I’m watching him on CCTV right now. I’m amazed at how he slices the meat—he moves like a pro in the kitchen. He’s even marinating the meat. While letting it soak, he chops onions, garlic, and vegetables. I still have no idea what he’s cooking.I thought, if I ended up marrying him, this would be a regular scene in our kitchen. I’d have a husband who’s not only rich but also a great cook.While I was busy watching him, I received a message from Conrad."The chicken afritada I cooked is on its way to your house. I hope you like it."Right after reading his message, a delivery rider honked outside our house. I quickly stood up and went out."For Miss Misha Merdz," the rider said."Is this from Conrad?" I asked.He nodded and handed me a large, bagged-up Tupperware. There was nothing left to pay since Conrad had already covered it."Thank you, kuya."As I was heading back inside, I saw Everett standing at t
Misha’s POVI won’t get to taste Conrad’s cooking after all. My dad suddenly arrived at the farm and told me to go home because Everett was coming over to our house. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Conrad. Dad hurried me home, saying he would be the one to explain my sudden departure to Conrad.What I don’t understand is—why didn’t Everett just tell me himself? Why did he have to talk to my dad instead?When I got home, I saw his fancy car already parked outside, which meant he was already inside. I quickly parked my car and rushed in.I found him sitting on the sofa, his forehead creased, clearly not in a good mood.“Everett?” I called out, my face showing a hint of nervousness.He looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. Then, he stood up and walked toward me.“From now on, you’re not allowed to post photos of any other guy on your social media. My relatives, especially my aunts and uncles—are monitoring you. If they see you with another man, everything we’ve worked for wi
Misha's POVConrad and I talked here in front of my parents office cottage. I stared at his face intently as we conversed. He looks so handsome now, a far cry from the playful Conrad I used to know. His posture is commanding, with broad chest and shoulders.He couldn't believe that I, the mischievous and emotional Misha from our childhood, was now standing before him. I even smiled when he said I looked beautiful now. It made me feel silly. Men, always skilled in flattery. But I couldn't blame him; I knew he was being sincere. I kept absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear.“What kind of work did you do abroad, Conrad?” I asked, eager to hear updates about his life.“I worked as a chef at a restaurant in Paris. I took a year off here in the Philippines, and they couldn't let me go because I was one of their top chefs there. It’s been a long time since I've been home, so I deserved a year-long vacation,” he said with a grin. “Hey, but I'm not bragging. I'm just stating the facts.”
Everett’s POVWhile I was quietly sipping my coffee in the living room of my mansion, Uncle Gerald suddenly arrived with his wife, Aunt Maloi. The moment I saw their faces, I knew trouble was coming.“Why didn’t you even tell me that you were preparing for your birthday party?” he asked in an angry voice, as if he were my real father. It seems he forgot that he’s just my uncle.I placed my cup on the table and calmly stood up to face him.“Am I still a child that I need to ask for your permission? I’m old enough! I don’t need to inform you. Besides, do you really need to know about my birthday party preparations? Why? Is the money I’m spending coming from you? It’s not, is it? And what exactly is your role that you think you need to know about it?”Aunt Maloi laughed. I was caught off guard when she suddenly came up to me and slapped me.“How rude! Your uncle was just asking, and yet you responded like that!” she shouted at me. I smirked. “You’re always like this. It’s obvious that yo
Misha’s POVPapa went to Manila, and Mama suddenly fell ill. She asked me to go to the farm today to oversee the harvesting of dragon fruits by our workers. There were a lot of pending orders, and they needed to be delivered tomorrow. Mama insisted that I go to the farm to supervise our staff’s work. Apparently, whenever she and Papa weren’t around during harvest time, profits would often be split unfairly. Some of the workers would take home a portion of the harvest to sell on their own, causing losses for Mama and Papa. Nowadays, even a single centavo matters to them, so they emphasized the importance of being vigilant at all times.When I arrived at the farm, I saw that the male staff assigned to pick dragon fruits were just about to start their work.“Good morning, Miss Misha!” they greeted me in unison. I smiled in response.Honestly, I never used to do that before. But now that this farm is all we have left, I figured it wouldn’t be right to keep acting cold. It’s not that I was
Misha POVI feel embarrassed. Everett must have spent hundreds of thousands again today with everything he bought for me. And on top of that, we dined at a fine dining restaurant. Whenever I’m with Yummy Godfather, I realize that I was never truly wealthy, even when my parents were still well-off. Because even though we were millionaires back then, I never got to experience the kinds of places Everett takes me to now.It’s amusing how he shops for me and takes me on these dates as if I were his girlfriend. It makes me want to get pregnant even more, as if, once I’m carrying his child, I’ll finally feel secure with him. That once we have a child, I can make sure he’ll never be able to leave me.“What event are we going to, by the way?” I asked him. That was actually the question I had been meaning to ask for a while, but I had forgotten.“My birthday,” he answered, catching me off guard.“W-what? Your birthday? When? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”“Why? Were you planning to get me a g
Misha’s POVEverett and I stopped by a flower shop—a stunningly beautiful one. It seemed like the kind of place where only the wealthy buy flowers. I’d never been to such a fancy shop before. He bought flowers for us to bring to his parents’ graves. Afterward, we also purchased candles and snacks to eat while we were there. He bought pizza and milk tea.“Is this pizza okay with you, or do you want something else?” he asked.When we arrived at the cemetery, he carefully placed the flowers in the middle of his mom and dad’s gravestones. Then he lit the candles, which were, unsurprisingly, luxurious. When he lit them, the smoke that came out was fragrant. Earlier, I was shocked when I found out how much they cost—thousands of pesos for candles! The way rich people spend money really blows my mind.“Mom, Dad, I’m here again. I brought Misha with me this time—she’s my goddaughter,” Everett said, making me laugh. “Dad, she’s the one who became my goddaughter because of you,” he added.Hones
Misha’s POVThat morning, I woke up to the sound of soft breathing and the warmth of someone beside me. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized that I had somehow ended up with my arm draped over him. I wasn’t sure how it happened—I didn’t think I moved much in my sleep—but here I was, snuggled against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.The first thing I noticed was his scent, a mix of soap and something uniquely him. It was comforting, almost intoxicating. My gaze traveled to his face, relaxed in sleep, his lashes casting faint shadows over his cheeks. He looked so peaceful, and for a moment, I didn’t want to move or make a sound, afraid of disturbing this perfect view.I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t think mornings could feel this magical. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow that made everything seem softer, gentler. I stayed still, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. My heart swelled with a quiet kind of