Hendrix laid on his bed after taking a long bath. He was grateful for Daisy for sending him out of the manor or else the Montello’s security team would never hesitate to forcely take him to the airport and deport him back to the Philippines. However, he was thankful for her. He didn't appreciate the fact that she was trying to match him to someone else. “Does she think I will leave Margaux that easy?” he clicked his tongue. Shutting his eyes, he placed his arm on top of his eyes and heaved a long sigh. The day has not been in half yet he felt like twenty four hours had already passed. A lot had happened already and his emotions were at stake. Just thinking about Margaux getting married to someone else makes his heart break into pieces. Then, there's her father and fiancè’s conversation that broke him as a whole. He couldn't believe that he thought Don Geronimo actually liked him, just because of that one interaction. Shaking his head, he realized how stupid and gullible he was
“Have you contacted my friend already?” the caller queried as soon as he answered the call. Hendrix's brows deeply furrowed as he tried to figure out who that was. But he didn't know a lot of women and the only female voices he was familiar with were his mother, Margaux, his cousin and Aunts. But all those women didn't sound like that of the caller. “Who are you?” he muttered. A long silence, but for some reason he didn't end the call and just waited patiently for the caller to speak again. It didn't even occur to him what he always thought whenever there was a sudden pause on the call. Then, he heard a click of the tongue followed by the woman's voice, “You are Hendrix Mondragon, am I right?” she responded with another question. “Yes,” he answered curtly.“This is Margaux's cousin,” the caller replied. “I just called to confirm if you really did what I told you,” she said. Shaking his head, his jaw hardened as his eyes squinted. He did not want to respond and just wanted to ha
“Don't forget our dinner date,” Daisy gave her a mischievous grin before getting inside her car. Although their houses were just next to each other, each of their properties were so big that walking to it was like walking around the whole typical subdivisions. Thus, she had to ask her aunt earlier that morning to take her home because her cousin went out early and left her. Shaking her head, Margaux went back inside the manor and walked straight upstairs to her bedroom. The day had not ended but it was already long. What happened was just exhausting, especially because she was still nursing her hangover. Had it been the other day when she was completely sober and in good condition, she would have handled the situation a little better. Scrunching her nose, she reminded herself to not go to the bar and drown herself with alcohol impulsively. The price she paid for doing that was never worth it. Taking her phone, she called her secretary for any updates. “Miss Margaux..” Carlos gre
Margaux couldn't move. Her eyes were fixated at the two people in front of her. Her heart was pumping wild, making her blood flow faster than normal and reaching up her head. Her nerves almost exploded out of rage as it finally sank in. The person she hated the most never failed to outdo himself for reaching a new peak on her hate list. “Oh, I thought he was not interested in Leila,” Daisy suddenly commented. Her eyebrows deeply furrowed as she looked at her cousin. “What do you mean?” she queried. Her chest was thumping hard and her mind was closing as it refused to hear anything at the moment. Meanwhile, Daisy smiled at her. Her eyes shone in delight as though what was happening was making her happy. “I told you earlier that I just became a wingman..” she said knowingly. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to remember when she said that and her heart almost fell from its ribcage as soon as she finally recalled it. “Leila had set her eyes on Hendrix the moment she met her in Calli
Her lips parted slightly when Hendrix suddenly looked away. She couldn't name it, but she could feel a hard pinched in her heart when he averted his gaze from her. It was as if he did not recognize her at all. It was weird and also painful. She knew it was what she wanted but experiencing it directly was beyond her expectation. She thought she could handle it. She thought it would be easy because she hated seeing him and having him around. And she lived for three years with him not giving her even just a second glance so she thought there would be no problem if he started avoiding her and acting like they did not know each other. But then she was proven wrong. What she was expecting from herself was nowhere near to reality at all. It was just him looking away though, but it already felt like she was being ignored by him. Just him, sitting back on his chair and sipping on his goblet, acting normal as though she was nothing important, felt like she was being stabbed in the
Hendrix kept clenching his fists too tightly. He could already feel his palms getting wet because of the wound on it as his nails were digging into it. “So, are you going to cooperate?” Leila threw the question as though it was a business proposal for a multi-million dollar project. But in reality it was just about him and Margaux. She was trying to convince him to participate in Daisy's strange plan. Because the woman thought that deceiving her cousin was a great idea to know if she still meant everything that she said to him or she was just lying. He had no idea what was going on. Daisy used to treat him a little harshly. She was even the first person who told Margaux to forget about him. That's why it was a surprise to him that she suddenly wanted to help and even went to the extent of deceiving her cousin for his sake. Cautiously, he stared at Leila and tried to think of the possible reason for the sudden change. “What does Daisy really want to happen?” he queried. The woma
He just froze on his seat. His eyes went wide open as it zoomed in on the newcomers. “They are finally here,” Leila happily announced. His chest was thumping wildly that he thought it was going to explode in any second. As they were getting nearer, the loud pounding of his heart was getting louder and louder.Margaux was very beautiful. That's all he could think of as he watched her strutting towards their direction. Her white dress just complimented her so much. Her simple white dress suited her well and she looked like a goddess who just descended from heaven. He was stunned. “Eyes on me, Hendrix,” Leila suddenly said. Then, she suddenly touched his face and gently moved it to face her direction. Her twinkling eyes met him which instantly snapped him out of his trance and brought him back to reality. “What are you doing?” he hissed and quickly pulled her hand away from his face. But instead of getting offended, the woman just chuckled and sat properly on her chair. “You sho
He regretted it. As soon as they stepped out of the restaurant, he wanted to run back inside and apologize for his action. He didn't know what he was thinking and why he did that. The only thing he knew was he’s extremely nervous when she looked at him with an accusatory look. Those dark blue eyes of hers were just shooting lasers directly at him and he had to avoid it before it hit him. “Fvck it!” he cursed, then quickly threw Leila's hand and turned around. “Where do you think you are going?” the voice asked sternly and immediately blocked his way. He threw her a warning glare but she seemed unaffected and even folded her arms while lifting her chin as she equalled his stares. “Get out of my way,” he said coldly. “You can't go back inside,” she replied. Hendrix clenched his fists as his jaw hardened. His patience was wearing thin. He had been submissive since those men forcibly brought him there until that moment. But he knew he made a mistake and he wanted to correct