Reigna
I had a lovely day.
Work was doing fine, my paycheck was given, and my favorite cake was available for our third anniversary to be celebrated this evening. It was cloudy with just the right degrees, and my clothes were perfectly matching my mood and my job as a member of the public relations department—white knitted long sleeves, high waist jeans, and a black trench coat.
But the afternoon wasn’t fine at all.
With tears in my eyes, I stood there, with a fallen cake on the carpeted floor, trembling hands, and the heinous sight of my boyfriend, Axle, fooling around with my older sister, Emma. “Reigna, it’s not what you think-”
“Don’t hide it anymore, Axle.” Emma snickered, boldly showing off as she laid in his chest, both of their bodies were covered with the white blankets, with their clothes scattered all over the room.
I don’t know what to say.
“Babe, look. This is-”
I cut Axle off by laughing, my eyes stinging from tears that are about to fall. “Happy anniversary.” I clenched by fists, trying my best to not cry nor stutter even when my eyes could barely stop the pool of tears from streaming. “Let’s break up, a*shole.” Turning around, I walked out of the room.
“Reigna-”
“Shh. She doesn’t want you anymore, baby. That means you’re mine.”
“But my law school-”
When I heard him worry about his tuition f*e because I was the one who pays for it, I stopped, all limits gone as I turned and angrily rushed back, slapping him hard in the face before pulling Emma’s hair. “You shoulder his f*e, b*tch. Never contact me about a damn thing for money.”
Throwing her away, my entire body is shaking as my tears carelessly streamed down on my face, flushing my skin as I glared at them. “You d*vils. I hope you rot in hell.” With that, I turned, running out of the apartment with my vision blurred by the pain I could only express through my silent cries.
I want to hurt them more. I want to express everything and shout at them…but I can’t. My body felt too numb, my voice was blocked away by the sobs, and my entire system is drowning in emotions I could barely control. I am being defeated by my own emotions—and all I could do in response was to run to where my feet are leading me.
***
Sobbing in a swing, I continuously wipe my tears away with my hand, ignoring the hushed whispers of the passerby who seemed to find my misery amusing.
The sun is setting down, and the children are slowly going home one by one with their parents. For some reason, I found myself claiming a swing, crying my heart out without minding the fact that children were playing around. Playgrounds were…always my comfort place.
As I cried, I felt a small tug on my shirt behind me, causing me to sniffle and turn, finding a little boy who’s innocently looking at me with his blue eyes shining in confusion and worry. “Why are you crying?” asking me, he moved in front of me—upon closer look, he is wearing a hero costume, and his tiny hand has flowers he seemed to pick up somewhere around here.
“Did you call for help and no one answered? Is your hero absent?” he asked, making me temporarily stop crying and laugh on how he worded his question. “Why are you laughing? Did I make you happy?” he tilted his head to the side.
“Yes, sweetie. You are…a wonderful hero who made me laugh.” I picked up my handkerchief from my bag and wiped my face properly. As I did, he offered me the flowers in his muddy hands.
“Today is my birthday, but heroes never rest.” He smiled, making my heart swell in joy as I accepted his flowers. “Do you want to come to my birthday? I have chocolate cake! It’s yummy.”
“Uh,…I don’t think you should just invite strangers to your birthday.” I placed the flowers on my lap and folded my handkerchief, showing the cleaner side so I could take his tiny hand and clean the mud off of him.
“Dada is with me! Heroes like me have a great father. He knows what to do.” He sounded so confident that it made me laugh again.
“Well, if your dada is so great, why are you alone, sweetie? It’s about to get dark, you shouldn’t be alone…” I am starting to get worried for this nosy little one who seemed to be pampered at home—his skin is white, his hair is jett black, and his hair is blue.
“Oh! He’s just there!” without further ado, he tried to pull me, which I found endearing after everything that just happened, so I followed him, listening to his happy little hum as if nothing in this world could ever harm his fragile little soul.
“It’s my fifth birthday! I said no big parties because heroes should roam around, so it’s just dada and me and nanny Lucy.”
“Oh? I’m so happy we have a brave hero like you.” I teased. “But I haven’t heard your name, little one. My name is Reigna. What’s yours?”
“I am Erwin!” he beamed, smiling like a future heartbreaker who will unconsciously make girls cry because of being too kind.
I laughed. “Nice to meet you, Erwin.”
***
It was just a short walk, around only a few minutes until we reached a nearby toy store. Pushing the door open for the both of us, the chilly air welcomed us and there is nothing but toys and staff in hero costumes—I bet his father arranged this for him.
“Dada is over here.” We stopped in front of an oak door.
Laughing, I nodded and opened the door, revealing a bar-like arrangement with the exquisite liquor, dim lights, and stacks of nothing but expensive bottles within a room full of intricate details and lavish interior.
“I will go save other people.” He pulled away from me and pushed me inside, making me laugh a little bit. “Bye!” tiptoeing, he grabbed the knob and closed it with a small thud, leaving me in this extra cold place with no one but a man who’s facing the window, leaving me with a view of his broad back and well styled hair.
“Uhm, hello…I’m sorry for coming in. Your son guided me in here and I was too shy to say no to your cute child.” I introduced, but he didn’t turn and just kept his eyes on the window. “P-please don’t worry, I will leave after a few minutes so I won’t disappoint-”
“Your name?” he cut me off.
Nervous, I replied. “R-Reigna Amethyst, sir.”
“Amethyst?” he repeated, making me gulp. “Lock the door and come closer.” His order made me even more anxious. But given that I am nothing but a stranger in this place, I did as I was told before stepping forward, trying to keep my steps as quiet as I can.
Reaching in front of him, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw who I was talking to. “S-sir Carlisle.” I haven’t met him in person, but I know this man—his firm physique, cold green eyes and jett black hair is always all over the magazines and news.
He is my boss!
“How did you meet my son, Reigna?”
“I-I was…” gulping, I took a step back. “I was crying on the playground and he approached me, sir.”
“Oh?” he lowered his glass beside a few wine bottles and two bottles of whiskey—one empty and one quarter-full, before standing up, walking towards me which made me take my steps back. “What made you cry on the playground?” he asked as soon as he cornered me on between him and the large window beside me.
“I..I saw my boyfriend cheating on me…with my older sister, sir.”
Sir Carlisle chuckled lowly, his fingers went over to hold my chin and have me look up at him. His face is slightly flushed, probably because he had drunk so much liquor. “That’s so bad, huh? I know of your name; you are one of the suggested secretaries for me.”
One of the suggested secretaries? I never heard of that. But what surprised me the most was… “I-I didn’t know you have a son, sir…”
His eyes darkened at the mention of Erwin. “Speak of him in public and I’ll have your career end.”
I gulped, shivers running down my spine as I kept my hazel eyes on him. “I won’t, sir! Erwin is a sweetheart, I won’t do anything to expose him, sir.”
He stared at me for a little while, before his eyes shamelessly raked down my body, giving me goosebumps with how intimidating he is. “I have to keep you in check.” He smirked, leaning down to have his face just a few inches from mine.
“Sir please, I am not playing any kind of game with—”
“Game?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave as if I sparked an idea in his wicked mind.
Chuckling, he took a few strands of my hair, twirling it in his fingers. “…do you know the game, seven minutes in heaven?”
“Yes, I do, sir…” hearing that, he pulled away, only to hook me closer by pulling me by my waist. His big hand is feeling me directly under my white top. “Uhm…I don’t think it is appropriate for me to-”
“Today is my son’s birthday, but it was also the day his mother left us…and it left me lonely, you see.” He cut me off, giving me a bad feeling about this. “Erwin brought you here, didn’t he?”
“Yes, sir.” I can’t look him in the eye, so I averted my gaze. But the moment I did, he guided my chin back and made me look at him once again. “Erwin…Erwin said his father is so great, that he knows what to do to make me happy.”
Sir Carlisle chuckled. “Ah, that boy. He really believed me.”
“Pardon?”
He smirked. “I bring a woman home every night, and I said I can make them happy because I’m a hero who knows how to make women stop crying. But, Reigna,” he pressed my body closer to him. “You do know the real reason why I bring a woman home every night, don’t you?”
My body froze.
“None of them knew about my son except you,” He said, snapping me out of the numbing feeling that’s lowly corrupt my soul. “That’s why...my eyes will be on you.”
“You don’t have to, s-sir…I promise, I won’t tell anyone-”
Instead of letting me finished, he silenced me by crashing his lips against mine.
.
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On that day, my heart was broken…and picked up by yet another man to break me.
ReignaI am screwed…Sir Carlisle really made sure I’ll be by his side.“Aww, I’m going to miss you, Rei.” My best friend, Venice Joules, hugged me goodbye after I packed all my necessary things because I am being transferred to the CEO’s office—as Sir Carlisle’s secretary. “We’ll still eat meals together whenever you’re free, alright?” she asked, looking at me so sadly as if I’m leaving her for good.Smiling, I hugged her back. “I’m just three floors away, Ven. You don’t have to make it sound like I’m d*ing.” I joked, but deep inside, I know well I am about to.She looked at me with a small pout gracing her pink lips, looking like a child in her messy bun and bayonetta glasses that frames her small face and matches her ginger hair. “Sometimes I wish you are just on the same level as I so you won’t be taken from me because you excel so much.” She whined, making me laugh.“Good luck, Reigna.” Manager Georgina Harper spoke, looking at us with a stern look on her face. She is in her mid 5
ReignaAside from the game, it wasn’t hard serving as his secretary.It is already 9 in the evening and everything is still too much to process for me. In just one way, my boyfriend cheated on me with my sister, a boy led me to my boss, and my boss made me enter a weird game along with keeping me bound to him as his secretary…plus I became a mother!Sighing, I am massaging my ankles after standing for so long during the meeting with a partner company. “I just want to go home.” Mumbling, I kept on putting pressure on my sore ankles.“Let’s go home then, princess.” Surprised by the voice, I stood up, hiding my socks behind me as I smiled at my boss who is leaning by the doorframe. “Come on, the little brat’s waiting.”I still don’t have a solid grasp of what is happening, but I nodded. “A moment, sir. Let me just fix myself up.” I said, sitting back down to put on my socks and wear my heels once again.He walked in after closing the door, going down on one knee and took my foot, placing
Reigna“We have maids for everything, so I have only one rule for you: never let Erwin know you’re lying about us.”Carlisle’s penthouse is luxurious—far too luxurious than the fake mansion he used when a magazine interviewed him and requested a house tour. In this two-story area, everything I can see shines with wealth, giving me little to no confidence that I could pay or buy a replacement for anything I could break.“Erwin’s bed time is 9 pm so I’m sure he’s asleep by now. I think it’s better if you sleep in his room so he’ll see you first thing in the morning.” Taking off his coat, he led me upstairs where a door painted in white, with a teddy themed tag on it with Erwin’s name written on it.Our goal for tonight is to make him happy by granting his wish of making me stay with them. My things are to be slowly packed from my house, Carlisle agreed to drive me to and from my house with a box a day so no one would suspect a thing, and we won’t spend hours away from his son.“This is w
Reigna“Bye, mommy! Bye, dada!”Erwin happily waved his hand, while his other is clinging into Lilly who smiled at us, gently reassuring them that he is safe with her in the daycare.As they boarded the school bus, both Carlisle and I were waving our hands while his arm is on my waist, securing me for the sake of keeping a safe image in front of everyone—especially to the prying children who seemed to mind everything they see from the bus.Once they were out of sight, I heaved a sigh of relief. “That boy isn’t that eager to go to school back then,” he chuckled, looking down at me with a look of pride in his eyes. “He said he’ll brag of how his mommy came home, so he wants to be in the classroom as soon as possible.”Laughing at his remarks, my hand made its way to find his, intertwining our fingers as he kept me safe in his grasp. “I don’t think he’ll lose that enthusiasm anytime soon.” Just the thought of his bright smile and little voice, calling me ‘mommy’ every time he sees me, is
ReignaEmma’s words lingered in my head the entire day.I was just minding my own business, not even bringing up her audacity in front of our parents and this is what I get? With my attention somewhere else, I tap on the keyboard with a pace slower than usual.I snapped back to reality when Carlisle knocked his knuckles on my table, making me look up. “Carlisle.” I smiled, hoping he won’t catch my drift.“I’m having a meeting with the sales department. My secretary should come along.” Hearing that, I quickly stood up and grabbed my things.Once done, I faced him. “It is the meeting with Director Crawley and the core members of this month’s product launch monitoring, right, sir?” I confirmed, turning to my files to grab another folder. “I will bring last month’s records in case-”“Don’t overthink too much.” He cut off, making me freeze and look at him, searching for emotions in his empty green orbs. “She won’t reach you here by my side.”Catching me off guard, I blinked twice, keeping
ReignaNight has soon come and we are still in Carlisle’s office, rushing the documents to be presented tomorrow on a client who suddenly changed the schedule and wanted to meet with us immediately.“This is endless.” Muttering to myself, I blinked and pulled my reading glasses of to take a short break.Glancing at him, the sight of his loosened tie, well-kept hair, and glasses on his masculine face, made me admire him—a little too much. “You want to go home already, princess?” he spoke, snapping me out of my trance.Blinking, I shook my head no. “Want some coffee, then?” he offered, making me ponder for a moment before nodding.With that, he stood up and started to fold his sleeves until above his elbows. As I watched, it suddenly occurred to me that I’ve been fascinated so much that one could think I’m a weirdo.Averting my gaze, I stood up. “It’s the secretary’s job to serve the boss, sir. Let me do it.”Carlisle didn’t argue as I insisted on making the coffee, though the small smi
Reigna“Tomorrow is family day, Ma’am. Can you and Sir Carlisle attend?” While waiting for Erwin to come down with Christy, Lilly spoke to me with a gentle, worried, tone.The sincerity in her voice for the little one’s sake made me smile. “I’m not sure, but we will try.” Hearing that, she heaved a sigh of relief.“Lilly! Do you have my dinosaur?!” from upstairs, Erwin’s loud voice echoed, followed by his loud excited footsteps, making the two of us turn from the opened front door where we are standing.“Yes, young master.” She crouched down and showed the dinosaur pencil case in her hand, then helped Erwi to turn around so she could place it in his bag. Once done, she stood up and held his hand, ready to accompany him to his school.“Bye mommy! Make sure to come tomorrow, okay! We have booths!” he excitedly announced, jumping up and down. “It’s called family day!”“Ah yes, I’ve been told, baby.” I laughed, kissing his forehead and patting his fluffy hair. “Dada and I will do our bes
ReignaI had a dream. A nightmare, rather.“Babe, look. This is-” Axle’s voice rang so loudly in my head as I ran away, my feet is damp from the pouring rain, and my tears are mixing along the cold droplets from the sky. When I turned on a nearby alley, there stood Carlisle with his eyes mirroring the hatred he has for Violet.“I need you to do your job and stay out of things that don’t concern you.” His voice, as loud as Axle’s, made my heart throb and my head ache. The rain poured more, with storms lighting up the pitch black night.In that world, I was standing in front of him, but for some reason, he can’t seem to feel anything as he stared back at me.That was a short, painful, nightmare.Morning arrived far too quickly, pulling me from the restless haze of a sleepless night. My body felt heavy, my chest still knotted with the emotions from last night’s confrontation. Carlisle’s words, the unspoken distance between us, and the bitter taste of my own feelings made it hard to even
Carlisle“Good day to be a sleepy princess, huh?” I mumbled under my breath, brushing a few strands of Reigna’s hair away from her face as she peacefully slept beside me, tucked neatly under the blankets which left only a few of her marked skin on display.I hadn’t slept. Not really. After I comforted her, I’d spent most of the night buried in calls, my team scrambling to pull down photos, issue cease-and-desist orders to entertainment outlets, and threaten defamation suits where needed.But the internet moved faster than any of us, and by the time dawn broke, the damage was already done.Reigna’s face was everywhere—our picnic captured through a stranger’s lens, twisted into a story we hadn’t written. Some photos were from paparazzi way back too.Violet started all of this because she thinks she has the upper hand.She emerged like a phoenix from ash she ignited herself, posting three photos to her social media: One of her cradling Erwin as an infant, another of him asleep on her sho
Third person[RED WARNING]Reigna glanced over at Carlisle, seated on the sleek leather sofa with a tumbler of top-shelf scotch in hand. He cut an imposing figure even now, his broad shoulders set with tension despite his best efforts to appear unruffled.Sensing her gaze, Carlisle set down his drink and rose to his feet in one fluid motion. In a few strides, he had crossed the room and pulled Reigna into his arms, his large hands settling on her hips."Easy there, princess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll get through this together. I promise."Reigna leaned into his embrace, savoring the solid strength of his body even as her mind raced with worries about the future of their unconventional relationship. She could feel Carlisle tense as he sensed her restlessness."Here," he said firmly, stepping back and taking her by the hand. "Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?”The game they haven’t played
CarlisleI had barely stepped back into the penthouse before the first barrage of calls started rolling in.My phone buzzed in my hand like it was possessed, relentless with notifications, each one more damning than the last. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know what they were about. The moment I saw the photo—Reigna, Erwin, and me, sitting under the spring sun with our fingertips barely touching—it was like watching the beginning of a forest fire: quiet at first, until everything was engulfed in flames.The media hadn’t wasted a second.They were calling it everything from a scandalous reappearance to a shameless PR stunt. My name was being thrown around in headlines with words like cheater, liar, and executive playboy as if the truth could be painted with gossip and hashtags.Worse than that, Reigna was being dragged again—her name splashed across articles as the “former assistant turned lover,” a woman who used her position to claw her way into my personal life.And the wor
ReignaLucy had outdone herself.When she had gently suggested we “step outside for a while” this morning, I hadn’t realized she meant a whole setup—picnic basket, Erwin’s favorite snacks, a thin quilt patterned with smiling whales, and even sunhats she claimed were packed by Christy and Lilly “just in case.”The maids had flitted around the penthouse all morning, pretending to clean but really maneuvering me and Carlisle into the same room more than once. I should’ve been irritated.But I wasn’t.Because for the first time since I returned, the air didn’t feel as stifling, and the picnic they orchestrated for us was not as bothersome as I initially thought either....The sun was soft against the tops of the trees, painting everything in a golden hue that made the world look gentler than it felt. I stood beneath the shade of a tall maple tree, watching Erwin run through the trimmed grass, his tiny hands waving his toy sword in the air as he yelled some nonsense about conquering dra
ReignaSunday mornings at the Amoroso penthouse used to have a rhythm. Erwin’s soft footsteps pattering down the hallway before the sun was fully up, his squeaky giggle bouncing between walls while Carlisle tried—and failed—to act annoyed at being woken up too early.There was always the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, the low hum of news playing on the television, and the comfortable hush of a home that was too neat to feel lived in but too warm to be unloved.But this morning?This morning was different. Because I came back to the place I subconsciously started to call my home.I sat at the far end of the breakfast bar, stirring my tea for the fourth time even though it had long gone lukewarm, while Carlisle stood near the kitchen counter, his sleeves rolled up, fiddling with the toaster like it personally offended him.The air between us wasn’t hostile—it wasn’t anything dramatic or violent. It was stiff. Awkward. The kind of silence that came from two people pretending they weren’t
EIGHTYReignaHow many promises has Carlisle made and broken?I should’ve ran away and didn’t come along—but when I was looking up at him, something stirred within me: the memories I had with him as a boss, as a father of a lovely kid, and as a partner, all flood down, and before I knew it, I had no words to decline and my body already gave away my permission to be brought home.…but where exactly is my home?“You must’ve been scared earlier.” Breaking the silence, Carlisle spoke in a low, gentle voice, filling his car with tension that is an unsteady mix of hoping to come closer, and the fear that the boundary between us has gone much bigger than before.“I know I am too much, following you around, but princess, I-” stopping his own words, his pause caught my attention, but I refused to look at him and just stared outside the window, keeping my eyes on the dim streets.“-we miss you.”Hearing the words he spoke nearly made my breath hitch. We? I know Erwin definitely is looking for m
SEVENTY-NINECarlisle"Marcus." My voice cut through the stagnant air, low and sharp. "I want updates. Every fifteen minutes. If there’s nothing, find something. I don’t care how you do it — just find her.""Yes, sir." Marcus answered without hesitation, though the tension in his jaw betrayed the weight of my command. I know that right now, he is keeping his senses alert, waiting for instructions as night continuously gets darker over time."Teams are already in position. We'll know if she moves, sir, traffic cameras, subway stations, even the taxi cabs. The only locations without hacked surveillance are the area directly under the mayor’s influence"Good.But it wasn’t good enough. None of this was.I should’ve been the one to stop her. I should’ve forced her to listen, made her understand that she wasn’t walking away from me.As much as I regret being such a fool, I’d let her slip through my fingers. And now, the city was swallowing her whole."Expand the radius," I growled, the wor
CarlisleDamn it. I should’ve stopped her and run after her no matter what she said, wanted, or did—all to bring her back home.But I didn’t.And now? Now I was left with nothing but the bitter taste of regret clinging to my tongue.The car’s interior was suffocating. Marcus sat tensely in the front, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders to the security team. They were searching every corner of the city. Every street, every café, every possible place she could have gone. But none of it was enough. None of it would be until I saw her standing in front of me again."Status?" My voice was low, but the crack of it was unmistakable.Marcus shifted slightly, lowering his phone. "No updates yet. Surveillance spotted her near the park earlier, but she’s not there anymore. We’ve widened the search, and more cameras are being pulled."I clenched my jaw, the familiar sting of frustration settling deep beneath my ribs. "Not good enough.""We’re doing everything we can, sir," Marcus re
ReignaMy steps were hurried, driven by the unbearable pressure lingering behind me — the weight of Carlisle’s stare, the tension that had coiled itself around us, choking out every rational thought.I could still hear the low murmurs of the gathering crowd, the harsh clicks of camera shutters echoing faintly against the distant hum of traffic. People were watching. People were judging.But none of that mattered.All I could think about was the way Carlisle had looked at me. Not with the cold detachment I had braced myself for. Not with the calculated authority he wore like armor. No, this time, it was something far more dangerous. Something I didn’t know how to face.He was broken.And it wasn’t because of Violet or the scandal or the relentless public scrutiny. It was because of me.“Reigna,” Axle called from behind, his voice cautious, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he spoke too loudly. I didn’t slow down. Not until his fingers brushed against my wrist, pulling me to a stop. “