The next day, I woke up earlier than usual. I was in the kitchen blankly watching Elsa and Noemi prepare breakfast. Elsa glanced at me once in a while but Noemi glued her eyes on the vegetables she was cutting."You're up early!" Elsa nudged me with her words and I flinched in my seat, obviously, I was physically here but my mind was wandering somewhere. "Yeah, couldn't sleep and checked the winter blossoms in the garden!" I lied about my second reason."Hmm!" making Noemi groan. Even if she wasn't staring at me, I knew well that violent reaction was meant for me."And you groaned because!" I questioned, arching my eyebrow at her."Nothing!" she plastered a forced smile when she lifted her head. "You're just hurting yourself!" and muttered while giving the cut onions to Elsa."Heard that, Noemi!" I grumbled in a low tone avoiding making my voice loud. At any minute, Don Miguel and his wife would come downstairs."Noemi is right, Desmond. She's not the right girl for you. She's as high
Those last words I heard from her shut my series of flashbacks as my mind went back to reality. The reality that she was here, standing tensed in front of me, the intensity of my gaze wasn't comforting. Though my orbs couldn't control rummaging her from head to foot like a precious specimen on a Petri dish, I restrained my urge to touch her face. She was attractive five years ago. However, the beauty that gave me sleepless nights was even more stunning now than ever."Desmond, you're alive!" her flabbergasted voice horned in on my little view. She looked joyful that I was standing in front of her, breathing."Surprise?!" the smell of sarcasm fumed my wide study room and she could scent it, too, for sure. "Why? Amy Leah, do you expect me to be an ash now?" I taunted as I stepped closer just a couple of inches away from her and she stepped back hitting the door. She had nowhere else to go."I...I don't understand what you mean!" she stuttered while tears began to roll down her cheek, my
Amy Leah POV.."How could he say that to me, Iñigo? After all these years. He hates me a lot. I understand that he built grudges against me for what I've done to him but!" I couldn't continue my litany, in deep thoughts, he had all the right to get mad at me.However, the only person I was venting my rage to at the moment was smiling from ear to ear while he glanced at the entrance of his glorious villa from time to time."He's alive. Desmond didn't get burned by that fire!" he even adjusted his seat and glanced over his shoulder. "Señorita, are you sure that's Desmond?" I could feel his euphoria in the air."Iñigo?!" I stomped my feet while giving him a dagger stare. Don't mess with me now, Iñigo. I'm not in the good mood!"Ops! My bad!" he shrugged off and sat still. "Just that I can't believe, he's still alive. I mean, there's been no news about him for the past five years!" he revved the engine while he kept speaking about Desmond. "Also, he has changed his last name. From Thomp
I was exhausted yesterday that I slept without a hassle. Totally different from the past few months. Since I received a letter from the court about six months ago that Liam didn't leave Bailey International to me, I became restless. Added to that was dad's passing and then this current company's situation. All of these drained me to the core.I stretched my hands in the air and inhaled the fresh air in the morning. I even forgot to close the window last night, hence, the winter breeze welcomed my presence."Great morning, sunshine!" my alarm clock on the side table spoke as it ticked to six.That's been my morning routine since, waking up at six and exercising before I would head to the dining room and have my breakfast. I was not really a breakfast person but one particular individual in the world taught me how important to fill your stomach in the morning.And that individual was the one I met yesterday...again. After five years.I got off my bed and planned to head to the gym that'
In the afternoon, I had an uninvited visitor. It's Guinevere and she looked stunning in her off-shouldered knitted light pink sweater and blue skinny jeans. She paired her outfit with knee-length and three-inch-high-heel white boots and her long straight hair was ponytailed, it contoured her oval shape face. On her earlobes were round earrings shaded in metallic gold. Her beauty was effortless."Mrs. Bailey!" her voice was calm and angelic, too."Good afternoon, Ms. Basile. May I help you?" I asked in return.Knowing she was Desmond's current girlfriend made me feel unconscious that I had to secretly glance at the glass wall for my reflection. Shame! I was just in my simple home one-piece dress, decent enough but couldn't be compared to hers. I didn't also comb my hair yet. Hadn't showered since yesterday yet."Actually, it's the other way around. May I come in?" she smiled briefly.I nodded and stepped aside giving her a way. "Let's talk on the 3rd floor. The lift is this way!" I rai
I glanced in the direction of that manly voice and saw a gorgeous man in uniform. Beside him was a fierce-looking woman holding a long leather stick."You okay, Ma'am?" the woman asked, her smiles reassuring me that I was safe now."Yes, I'm fine now. Thanks!" I replied sighing deeply and striding between the two officers. I knew the guy and I was so glad to see him again."All right, you three, are staying at the station tonight!" he shouted at the three hooligans who were about to run away but the police officers scared them. "Don't waste your energy assholes!" he took his gun and raised it in the air. The three knelt on the ground right away."Part, you know that's against our jurisdiction!" the woman beside him sternly uttered."No jurisdictions for me when it comes to my family and friends, Part!" he replied then glanced at me. "Welcome back, Amy!" he also whispered."Thanks, Adam!" I whispered back. "I'm glad you're here!" I took a glance at the woman who was now busy shoving th
Desmond POV.."I dropped the bomb!" my señor assistant, Guinevere, dropped herself on the couch in a sitting position and crossed her long slender legs while her exhausted face frowned at me.I smiled at her expression and turned off my laptop for a while. "You know what I always tell you. You're gonna get a lot of wrinkles if you won't stop frowning!" and she frowned even more.She crossed her arms over her chest and then sighed, perhaps the longest deepest inhale I had ever heard from her. "That's the last straw, Des. If she still doesn't want your proposal then it's her loss!" she then got up and sauntered towards me. The swaying of her hips and sultry walks could fall any man on their knees, I should say. Guinevere was an ethereal beauty."Why do you wanna pursue her anyway?" she leaned her body forward showing me a portion of her richness which, to be honest, was indeed an asset but no! I would never do that to her. Guinevere was like a sister to me. "She hurt you and her fathe
As we exited the lift going to the Chairman's office, we heard a commotion in every cubicle. The staff was in their spare time gabbing about their bosses. Alden snorted and shook his head out of annoyance."Hey, you!" he then grabbed the shoulder of a male employee who was busy whispering with the other ladies. The poor lad clamped his mouth with his hand and jumped on his feet."Goodness! You're so handsome!" the male staff widened his eyes upon seeing my bodyguard. "Oh, my! Two gorgeous sons of Adam!" he added when he saw me making my dim expression darker.His female friends quieted when they saw how stern we were. Joking wasn't exactly our flavor of the day today. We needed answers!"Yeah! Save your adulation. Answer my question, son of I don't know!" Alden cut in. "What's going on inside the Chairman's office?" the press on the lad's shoulder had gone deeper making him wince in pain."Ahm! Mrs. de la Frontera and Mrs. Bailey are argumenting!" he twitched his lips, Alden had no in
After three months! . . It's spring! Flowers were blooming everywhere in the garden. The shades of red, yellow, pink, and white color the beautiful landscape Iñigo and Elsa had created. A tribute for their loyalty and care for me and my parents. We were still at Desmond's villa. I could always go back to our mansion, but the feeling of emptiness was still there. I felt like that big house was no longer the same home where I was born and raised. It was totally a stranger to me. I was watching the morning sunshine from the balcony of our room when a gentle knock disturbed my senses. "Come in!" that could be Elsa. "Señorita, we're ready!" indeed it was her. "Yes, Elsa. I'm also ready. This is it!" I gladly told her as I hugged her tight. Elsa was like a mother to me. She saw me grow up and she was also a witness of our love with Desmond. Speaking of my man, he must be waiting for me now. "Let's go then!" Elsa uttered with a smile. As we sauntered downstairs, we saw I
A soft warm peck on my lips made me moan as I opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me. I was like a baby lying on his lap. He was just staring at me, my man, worries were cleared on those mesmerizing orbs. "Hi?" I asked, a thin smile appeared on my face. "Hi!" he answered. "You scared me to death, you know that?!" then a sweet scolding. I chuckled at his cuteness, but he furrowed his brows at my response. "I'm sorry. How long was I asleep?" I asked not cutting my stares at him. "A couple of hours. Kota already left with Martin and Gwenny is with Adam. Everything is cleaned and fixed, sweetheart. We can go home now!" Desmond answered. I slowly got up as he gently held my back. "What about Donna, Elsa, Alden, and Dante?" I asked again worried something worse happened to them, especially Donna who had blood on the right side of her head when she shot Franco to death. "They're all fine. Donna is at the ward, resting. She's with the rest. Sweetheart, let's go home. You nee
I let out my loudest scream for help when the door banged open, followed by the figure of the man I would admit scared to see. It was Franco! His face displayed the darkest night I had ever seen. His eyes were flaming red to my vision, and his sneer was devouring me little by little. If there was a real face of a monster, it was him. "Don't come any closer, Franco!" my shock was cut in by Iñigo's deep voice. I could see the face of a man prepared to die with him. "Iñigo?!" I whispered with my trembling voice. I held the hem of his shirt as he moved forward, trying to shield me from the monster. "Old man!" even Franco's voice was scary. "You think you can frighten me with that lamp you're holding?" he laughed maniacally. I just noticed now, Iñigo was gripping the lamp he grabbed from the side table. I grasped his shirt tight, wrinkling the fabric, there's no way we could survive this dawn. Till I heard a loud gunshot and saw Iñigo's shoulder bleeding. I screamed, calling his
"You've failed me, Mrs. Amy Leah Zaborowski. You need to be punished!" he gritted his teeth while he was staring deeply at me. I shivered at the tension rising around us."Des, I- I""First, we have to get out of here!""But ~ But them!""Let Dante and the rest take care of the mess you've caused!" another sharp look before he pulled me up and led me to his car parked at the entrance.I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin's men firing guns against Divina's goons. Screams and banging of furniture everywhere.It took us only an hour to arrive at Martin's villa. The way he maniacally drove his sports car was evidence that I was in complete trouble. He slammed the door after opening it ignoring that I was still inside."Desmond, let me explain!" my voice cracked as I followed him in quick stride. He wasn't just upset, he was mad.He aggressively turned around and yelled in my face. "You planned to deceive me by fucking me! You lied to me! What the heck were you thinking, Amy Leah?""D
Amy Leah POV.Months had passed....Everything was set. My plan to enter the lion's den was final. Over the past few months that I recuperated, I also asked Desmond to help me with some self-defense and how to hold a gun. At first, he was hesitant but I finally managed to get his approval. I told him it was for my own safety. The bodyguards he hired were not enough for me."Sweetheart, are you sure about this? Don't you really need us?" my husband asked after he rolled down beside me. We just had finished our lovemaking and I took control which to his surprise and satisfaction, he had no idea I could do it. Guess those months of training and building my strength paid off."Baby, I'm just gonna talk to Divina. The spy I assigned to the mansion is 100% sure she crept there every night once in three months to visit my dad's study room. There must be something important in that room that she can't get rid of or can't bring to her wherever she's hiding!" I confidently told him."All righ
"Ams, about that case, I can't help you anymore. I've been cut off!""I told you so!" Desmond interrupted making my eyes roll."Desmond, I need to speak with Adam alone, please!" I needed to get to the bottom of this. It was almost ten years and I couldn't wait for closure and justice. Justice for my father's name and George's death."No!" my husband urged."Desmond, please!""Amy Leah, you don't need to keep your talks with him a secret, okay? Remember, my parents were also victims of that fire...and my friend, Valerie!" the word Valerie came out only a whisper as he side-glanced at Adam who secretly took a glimpse of his reaction."Our best friend, Valerie!" Adam corrected."All right, no one wants to help me get closure. Then I guess I need to continue what I had originally planned!" I was losing my patience. I felt like I was left wandering alone in the dark wilderness."What?! No, Amy Leah. You almost got yourself killed!" Desmond uttered in a loud tone."Wait! I don't follow. Wh
I drove my way to where I was raised. The nest where I spent my childhood life. Although they were only strings of stories from my ex-fiance Warren and my best friend Kota, coz I couldn't still recall most of my memories, I had these weird feelings enveloping me upon stopping in front of this huge iron gate. Emptiness, grief, bliss, rage, and love. Most were love... I shook my head and bobbed it up and down as outlines of doodled past clouded my thoughts."Mom! Dad!" I whispered in the air.My eyes were deeply shut. My temples were pounding, and my head began to hurt like hell. Flashes of memories kept raging at the back of my head. Damn! I just wanted to scream and freak out.Till...A knock on my car window cleared my messy thought. I stared at the uniformed man deeply staring at me through the tinted window. He was checking who was inside.I removed my sunglasses and slowly rolled down the screen. Beads of sweat began emerging on my forehead and my breathing was unstable. But what
"Desmond, I thought you were working at home!" I immediately got my composure and strode toward him. I took a swift stare at the woman staring sternly at me. Martin's eyes were also fixed on me. These three were like, they were skinning me alive."Supposed to be but Martin told me you want to speak with him. Aren't you going to Dakota's flat?" Desmond's tone was flat and cold but beyond that I could feel rage."Been there and she told me that!" I shifted my glance at Martin. I needed to make a new lie. "Martin is blocked in their building. Is that true?" I questioned the mafia man.He cleared his throat first and nodded. The lady in the middle was stunned that her eyes would like to pop out."You're blocked? Martin, how could that be? Did that woman order the admin to do that!""FYI, her name is Dakota, missy!" I abruptly meddled glaring at her. She just stared back at me."Señorita, you might not remember me but we're friends. Well in a short while. I'm Guinevere Basile. Gwenny for s
Amy Leah POV.."Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door."Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying."Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi