Everett's POV
I 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 make it because my girlfriend and I had a fight,” Garil explained while we were on the yacht, drinking wine. This is where we usually hang out when things get boring. We just circle around and stay in the middle of the sea while waiting for the sunset.
“Just find the woman I had sex with in bed. Find out everything about her so I can get to know her. Surely, you have the means to get the CCTV footage from that hotel. As compensation for your screw-up, you have to find out who that woman is. I need to know her,” I ordered him, then downed the wine in my glass.
I know Garil will find a way to handle this. When it comes to investigations, he’s very skilled. That’s why I’m counting on him to find the woman I was with that night. The woman who seemed like I was her first. When she left, I noticed there was blood on the bed.
Just two days later, Garil came back to me with the information about the woman I had sex with in bed. I was right; he’s really good at investigating. With all his connections, he can easily find out what he wants to know about someone.
I found out her name is Misha Merdz. I’m only three years older than her. Her father is actually my dad’s best friend. So now I understand why she called me Godfather that night. Misha was the little girl I stood as godfather to at her baptism when I was just three years old. I remember my dad telling me that at my young age of three, I already became a godfather at a baptism. It was all just for fun, according to my dad. But the funny thing is, Misha seems to recognize me as her godfather. I shook my head, thinking... her godfather was the one who took her virginity. Now I get why she ran away that night. She probably couldn’t believe what happened between us. I was really enjoying that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking that she seemed to bite her lip while staring at my naked body. She was staring at my manhood for quite a while as if she was tempted by me.
I want to talk to her about what happened, so I went straight to her father. I spoke to him because Misha wasn’t replying to my messages on her social media. I don’t know why, but Misha’s father seemed delighted that I wanted to talk to his daughter. I’m sure she hasn’t told her father what happened between us. If it were me, why would I even tell my father about it? That would be so embarrassing.
Misha’s father told me that she agreed to meet with me. He said we would talk tomorrow afternoon at a coffee shop. He’ll just send me the address, so I’m going to prepare for it.
Misha’s POVAs I stepped out of my room, I heard Mama crying. I just woke up, and it seems like another problem is waiting for me. I ran down the stairs to check what was going on downstairs. I was worried that she and Papa might be fighting again. I stopped halfway down when I saw Papa signing papers again. It seemed like he had mortgaged one of our remaining farms to someone else. The situation with our properties was worsening day by day.After those people left, my parents looked at me sadly.“We lost the pigs, goats, chickens, fish, cows, and carabaos from one of our most profitable farms. It’s been mortgaged too,” Mama said, as if she were confiding in me. I couldn’t help but feel like the misfortunes of our business were somehow my fault.“We only have one farm left. And in the next few days or weeks, we might have to mortgage that one too,” Papa said, his eyes seemingly on the verge of tears. He was trying hard not to cry, holding back his sadness, and I couldn’t help but sigh
Misha’s POVI’m here in my closet room, taking forever to pick out what to wear. I’m currently on a video call with my best friend, Jaye. She’s better at putting together outfits than I am. Whenever we hang out, I’m always amazed by her style. Sometimes, I even base my outfits on her, which is why I asked for her help today.“What kind of event are you attending? A birthday? A christening? A wedding? Or are you going on a date?” she asked.“Fine, it’s a date. I need to seduce someone,” I admitted, so she wouldn’t bombard me with more questions.“Oh, nice! Alright, if you’re planning to seduce a guy, you need to make sure your soul practically spills out,” she said. I understood him immediately, so I started looking for a dress that would show off my cleavage.I found a white dress. One I hadn’t worn yet. It was something I bought last month because I thought our Thailand trip might happen. But, of course, it didn’t—my friends were all talk.“This one, what do you think?” I asked, hold
Misha’s POVI came home to find Mama and Papa waiting by the door. They immediately bombarded me with questions about my conversation with Godfather Everett. I told them exactly what happened—no lies, no omissions. I laid everything bare. They were overjoyed because, at last, Papa’s long-held plan was starting to take shape.For me, they should have seen that I wasn’t thrilled about what they wanted me to do. But deep down, I was starting to like it because of what happened with Godfather Everett. If that night hadn’t occurred, I would’ve kept saying no to their plans.Fate sure knows how to play tricks. Maybe it was destiny’s way of bringing me closer to my yummy Godfather.When I got to my room, I immediately opened my laptop to look up Godfather Everett on social media. I searched his full name, and it didn’t take long to find him. Everett Tani. I started stalking his profile right away. First, I looked at his display pictures. My body tingled at the sight of his topless photos. He
Everett’s POV“Hey! You’ve been staring blankly for a while now, Everett. Are you okay?” Garil asked. We were inside a coffee shop. I had invited him here because I needed some papers from him regarding someone I had asked him to do a background check on. Based on what I found out about Misha’s boyfriend, it seems like he’s no match for me if it comes to a confrontation. He’s just a good-for-nothing freeloader. On top of that, he’s gotten a lot of women pregnant. Good thing I got to Misha first. Otherwise, she might have been one of those girls knocked up by that Jake guy on that night.“You idiot. I can’t stop thinking about what happened between me and Misha. It’s messing with my head that the girl I took virginity from that night also happens to be my goddaughter,” I replied irritably. I had been spacing out because I couldn’t shake the image of Misha from my mind, naked, with my essence dripping from her. Every time I think about it, I can’t help but feel aroused. She was so tight
Misha’s POV After dinner, Ninong Everett surprised everyone by suggesting he take a look at my room. “I’d love to see your room,” he said, flashing his usual charming smile.I almost choked on my water. Why would he want to see my room? And why did he have to say it in front of my parents?Mama and Papa, however, seemed oddly supportive. “Of course, go ahead!” Mama said with a laugh. “Show your room to, Everett. We’ll just finish up here.”“Go on,” Papa added, nodding. “We’re fine here.”Embarrassed but unable to refuse, I stood and gestured toward the stairs. “Alright, this way,” I said quietly.As we entered my room, I felt the weight of the awkwardness between us. I cleared my throat, trying to break the silence. “It’s nothing special, really. Just your typical room,” I said, gesturing toward the bed, the desk cluttered with notebooks, and a shelf lined with books and trinkets.Everett smiled, his eyes scanning the space. “It’s cozy,” he said. “It suits you.”I stood awkwardly nea
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
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 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 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