Misha’s POV
As 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.
Why do they want me to be the one to save this problem? Don’t they know that what they’re asking me to do isn’t easy? What they’re making me do feels like prostitution. They’re practically turning their daughter into a prostitute. That’s what comes to mind when I think about what they want me to do.
But it seems like I have no choice. I know they’ve given me so much love and everything I ever wanted. I’ve been spoiled by them. So maybe it’s time I repay them. But why does what they’re asking me to do have to be so hard?
“If I try to seduce Godfather Everett, do you think he’ll agree? Would he agree to have a relationship with his goddaughter? What do you think, Mama, Papa?”
Papa immediately stood up when I asked that. “I don’t think he’s even aware that you’re his goddaughter. Besides, it’s just for fun. You’re close in age, so it shouldn’t be that awkward if you end up together. If you do end up marrying him, your future will be bright. These days, pride is set aside; life is all about strategy now. And who knows, you might actually fall in love with each other in the end. We can save ourselves from this downfall, and you’ll have a handsome and wealthy husband.”
Mama came up to me and held my hand. “I know you think we’re bad influences as parents. And you’re right. What we’re doing isn’t right. But, my child, even if this doesn’t work out, that’s okay. What’s important is that you listened to us. I’m sorry, my child, that you’re caught in this situation. You’re really the only hope we have left to lift us out of this poverty,” Mama said seriously.
“If we can’t get anything out of this, then there’s nothing else we can do. Even this house might get mortgaged. We’ll have to live in a small house. We can manage that, right?” Papa asked Mama and me. Hearing that made me sad. I was used to living in a big house like this, with a princess-sized bedroom and a closet room, only to end up in a small house. What would my friends say if that happened? They might leave me because they’d know I’m poor now.
“No, Papa. I can’t let that happen. I don’t want that to happen, so I’ll agree. You figure out a way for us to meet. Whatever happens, happens,” I replied, even though I hadn’t told them yet that something had already happened between me and my godfather. It’s embarrassing that we’d be face-to-face again. What am I supposed to say when we see each other again? But I didn’t even know it was him. I honestly thought it was Jake I was with that night.
“Dear, Misha, Everett and I have been talking for a few days now. I’ve been trying to get you to talk to him, so I can finally tell him that you’re willing to meet him. The truth is, he wants to talk to you too. It’s strange; it seems like fate is working to bring you two together. You should find out why he wants to see and talk to you,” Papa said, surprising me.
“He wants to talk to me?” I clarified.
“Yes, because you never listen when I speak. I’ve been telling you since the other day that he wants to talk to you,” he replied, making me even more nervous. I already knew the reason why he wanted to see and talk to me. I’m sure it’s about what happened between us that night. I got even more anxious.
Would he scold me? Would he tell my parents? Oh no, I’m really nervous. I feel like he’s going to be angry. I mean, what godfather wouldn’t be mad if he found out the person he was with that night was his goddaughter?
Damn it. We haven’t even met yet, but my heart is already racing.
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 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 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