Hendrix woke up with a severe headache. He had no idea how much he drank but the feeling was like he drank a ton that his head felt like being ripped in two. “Ugh!” he grunted as he tried to sit up. However, due to his injury, he struggled sitting up and even gave up because he can only manage one physical pain in his body. “Fvck this headache!” he cussed. Regrets always come last as people already experienced the consequences. As for him, he regretted drinking there and not in his bedroom because his body was also aching due to sleeping on the floor. Letting out a heavy breath, he flatted his back on the carpeted floor and shut his eyes tightly. His splitting headache seemed to last until tomorrow so he did not try hard anymore to get up and just wanted to sleep again there. Nevermind if his back would hurt even more, at least he slept well and his headache had ease. However, the noise from his ringing phone distracted him so much that he can’t just ignore it. “Whe
Hendrix panicked and all of a sudden, he forgot that he had an injured leg. He got up so fast and cleaned the living room in a flash and checked himself in the mirror before he dove to his bed and answered the call. He even almost had a heart attack when Felissa’s face flashed on the screen because at first he thought it was Margaux. “Hello, Mrs Montello..” he said nervously. He forgot to wear clothes as he was only wearing a bathrobe. HIs head was unruly and he tried to fix it by combining it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Margaux's mother seemed bothered by it and even flashed a kind smile. ‘Gosh, she really did look like Margaux” he thought. He could not help but stare at her as he imagined that that’s probably what Margaux would look like when she’s got older. Actually her mother didn’t really look old at all as she could pass as her daughter’s twin sister. Their identical ressemblance was crazy, especially their eyes. “Hendrix..” his ex mother-in-law muttered his
He vaguely remembers everything that he did last night. Despite ransacking his brain out, there was no memory of him getting crazy on his phone and posting something that came flashing back.It was as if the news was just spreading fake news. However, he cannot deny that he did not do it after checking his phone which was still on the social media platform. “Fvck!” he cursed loudly. His head was throbbing badly as he shook his head in utter disbelief. He had no freaking idea why he did that. He must have been so drunk and too intoxicated to know what he was doing anymore. “Did you do it?” the voice from the other line queried. He almost jumped in shock as he already forgot that she was still on video call with him.“I’m sorry..” he mumbled, knowing that they must be angry at him for exposing their marriage certificate on social media without Margaux’s consent. When he received no response, his hands immediately felt cold. As the silence was dragging long, he was certain that his
Margaux’s brows furrowed upon seeing their everyone seemed busy downstairs. She slowly descended as her head kept back and forth from their servants while their butler was busy ordering them around. “Is there a party later?” she asked. Some of the servants who were there quickly greeted her then immediately went back to what they were doing. Meanwhile, the butler walked towards her and smiled politely, “Good morning, Miss Margaux..” he respectfully greeted. “Uh, no, there’s no party, but Madame said there will be an esteemed guest coming for dinner..” “Esteemed guest?” she frowned. “Who?” She could not remember when was the first time her mother had invited a very important person to their manor. Since she came back, she had never seen the servants so busy like that and their butler became too keen on details to make sure that every corner of the manor was clean and shining. The butler quickly lowered his head and apologized. “My apologies, but I know nothing about him..”“Him?
“She’s too much!” she exclaimed upon reading about the old woman recounting how she forced her son to get close with her. It was not true though. She was very certain of that. She saved Josh from being bullied and that was the start of their friendship. If Mrs Margaux insisted that she had something to do with it, did it only mean that she made those kids bullied her own son just to get her attention? She shook her head. The old woman might have a more serious mental illness than they thought. Saving the article. She closed the tab and opened another platform. She had no plan looking through it, but curiosity got the best out of her. As she scrolled down to Hendrix profile, she couldn’t find the picture anymore. There was literally nothing there just like the last time she checked it that she thought it was a fake account. Clicking her tongue, she turned off the computer and stood up. It was so useless as the guy was obviously not into social media. “Why are you not ready ye
Margaux clenched her fists tightly. She suddenly felt betrayed by everyone in the room. ‘No wonder it’s all Filipino food on the table!’ she thought. She already suspected that it was him, but she was denying it and was convincing herself that her mother would not invite him for there was really no reason to invite him to their family dinner at all. “Come here, have a seat. I prepared all these for you..” her mother stood up and warmly invited Hendrix to join the table. Pursing her lips, she lowered her head and felt so betrayed. She did not know why, of all people, that her own mother was doing that when she knew about her feelings towards the guy. ‘Did she want us to get back together?’ she asked herself, but she quickly sneered as she did not like the idea at all. “Sit here,” she heard her mother muttering. When she lifted her head, her lips parted slightly as she did not expect her to let Hendrix sit next to her. She was already prepared to stand and walk out once the guy g
Margaux was beyond shocked at the straightforwardness of her father. Although she already knew how blunt her father could be, still, she did not expect him to ask that. The marriage certificate thing even slipped her mind as she was too preoccupied with Hendrix’s presence in their house. “Geronimo,” she heard her mother speak. Her head turned to her direction and she saw her mother giving Hendrix a reassuring smile. Her brows instantly furrowed as she wondered since when the two had gotten close? “Uncle, he was drunk last night,” Daisy interjected. Margaux’s lips parted as she looked at her cousin. Her chest felt heavy all of a sudden while her eyes were squinting. “How did you know that?” she could not help but ask. She did not like it one bit that Daisy knew that Hendrix was drunk last night, for it only meant that they continued contacting each other. She felt betrayed although her cousin had every right to be friends with him or anyone. Meanwhile, Daisy just smiled at her,
“Why would you call for a press conference?” Daisy inquired. She looked at her cousin and lifted the corner of her lips, “To clear everything. A lot of misunderstanding has been brought to the public and I want to address it one by one all at once,” she replied casually. She could see that Hendrix was looking at her again through her peripheral vision. Her lips twitched as her eyebrows knitted together. She badly wanted to show him that she did not want his explanation and she could fix the problem on her own without any help, especially his. “I will be with you..” Her cousin stated. Her mother, Felissa, however seemed to not like her idea as the old woman looked at her with obvious concern on her face. “Are you certain about that? Can’t you just post a long letter on the company’s office website?” her mother queried. “Honey, let your daughter do it. It is better to have a press conference so she could answer everything that the reporters may throw at her. At Least there, she c
Hendrix's thick furrowed eyebrows became permanent as he buried his face on paper works. His workaholic self just couldn't help finishing them all before he went home. “Sir, it's past nine already,” Tom, his secretary, stated. “You can go home now,” he responded without lifting his head. Tom looked hesitant as he stared at his boss who was busy signing the documents. He could leave just as he told him to, but he knew his future would be at risk if he did not drag his boss out of his office. Standing there, he took a deep breath and was prepared to say the magic word when all of a sudden, a loud ring erupted in the whole office. Hendrix stopped whatever he was doing and scowled at his mobile phone resting on the corner of his desk. His face was dark as though he was displeased that he's got interrupted with his work. “Let me see, you're still in the office, am I right?” the caller said without any greetings. Hendrix didn't need to ask who was on the other line. His annoyin
The manor was very busy as everyone seemed to be panicking as the time was running. But Margaux seemed oblivious as she was busy staring at herself in a huge mirror. Her heart was thumping hard. ‘This is it,” she told herself internally. The white beautiful wedding dress that was full of tiny diamonds was sparkling, almost blinding her eyes. Her hair was tied up in a very neat bun with some hair strands curled beautifully decorating her small face. While her makeup was just light, almost bare showing her natural beauty that made everyone in the room bewitched as they all looked at her. “Miss Margaux, it’s time to walk down the aisle,” the organizer announced. Margaux glanced over herself one more time before leaving the room. The organizer gave her the beautifully arranged white bouquet with a huge grin.“Mr Mondragon is so lucky,” she muttered with pure admiration. She did not respond and just gave her a small smile. Her stomach was churning as her chest was about to explode. S
Margaux crossed her arms as she leaned on the back rest of the sofa, staring at the woman in front of her. She woke up alone and everyone in the manor was nowhere to be found aside for Liana who was sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room while having a cup of tea as she descended the stairs. “Babe,” Liana flashed a small smile. Her eyebrows raised as she had no idea what her cousin was doing in their manor. As far as she could remember, she was left in the Philippines so she thought she would stay there and will never have the guts to show her face again out of remorse. ‘I forgot that she’s shameless,’ she thought and rolled her eyes. “I know you never wish to see me again,” Liana muttered. “You know but you still show up here,” she replied sarcastically. The princess let out a sigh then shook her head. Seeing that, Margaux thought she was going to retort a sarcastic remark and grin mockingly at her like she always does before. However, she’d seen none of it, rather
“I want to give her a grand wedding in front of all of you, her family and friends,” Hendrix added. He was looking straight to Don Geronimo as he said those words with a very serious face. However, the corner of his lips lifted upon seeing Margaux’s reaction in his peripheral vision. “You’re already married,” Don Geronimo stated. Hendrix's lips pursed as he brought his attention back to the old man. “But it didn't feel right. I married her as Margaux Hermani and I want to correct that“ “Hendrix..” Margaux muttered. He finally looked at her direction and saw her flustered face and teary eyes. She probably didn't expect that and had a doubt about his plan. Stepping forward, he cupped her face and stared into her blue eyes. “I want to make this right,” he muttered. Then he put down his hands and shoved one onto the pocket of his jeans whilst slowly kneeling down in front of her. A loud gasp came from Margaux as he pulled out the velvet box and revealed a huge diamond ring.
“You're blooming,” Daisy smirked as soon as they entered the dining room. Margaux’s face turned hot in an instant. She then threw her cousin a sharp glare on which the latter just laughed it off. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just stating a fact,” Daisy said and gave her a malicious grin. She rolled her eyes and did not say anything. Instead, she took her seat and looked around the table to see that they were complete except her parents, who were probably still in the hospital. “You should take the seat next to your wife,” she heard her uncle say. Her eyebrows raised as the only vacant seat next to her was his father's chair. “I don't think that's right,” Hendrix muttered as he stood still behind her chair. “Just take that seat and eat. It's just a chair,” her uncle Daniel insisted. Knowing that her husband won't do it for his respect for her father, she let out a sigh before glancing over her shoulder. “You can take that chair. No one will mind,”
“Are you tired?” Hendrix queried as they cuddled under the blanket. ‘I am exhausted!’ Margaux’s mind screamed internally. Her face was burning and kept her eyes closed recalling what they had just done. It was not the first time anymore but it still felt new to her. Moreso, the experience was entirely different from the first one as she thought Hendrix didn't strain himself anymore which made her whole body sore. She felt his soft lips touch her forehead and a soft whisper of ‘I love you’ tingles her left ear. He then tightened his hold on her and pressed her body to his even more as if he was afraid to have even a tiniest gap between them. “Love..” he murmured. Curiously, Margaux slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. But before she could say something, Hendrix quickly leaned in closer and claimed her lips. Gasping, she opened her eyes and reluctantly pushed him away. “I can't do it anymore,” she mumbled. She averted her gaze as her face became hotter. She had no qualms
“Call all the doctors, quick!” she exclaimed as she kneeled down next to Hendrix. Her heart just stopped beating upon seeing his unconscious body. She didn't know where to touch him as she was afraid she might hurt him even more. “Love! Open your eyes, please! Don't sleep!” she cried. She could feel her cousin was trying to calm her but her emotions exploded that she could not hear anything anymore. “Babe, calm down!” Daisy shook her. “Love, please!” she pleaded. Her hands were shaking as she placed her palms on his chest. Although she could feel his heartbeat, still she cannot calm down seeing him unconscious with blood almost covering his shirt. “Let me check his wounds,” Felissa muttered. Reluctantly, she moved away and let her mother check where the gunshot was. She was holding her breath as she was trying to prepare for whatever she was going to see. However, as soon as her mother lifted Hendrix's shirt, loud gasps reverberated in the room and followed by loud laughter.
“Aren’t you afraid that he might let that woman free?” Felissa inquired. Margaux heaved a sigh. Then, a small smile flashed her face as she looked at her mother. “I trust that he won’t do it, Mom..” she replied. Her mother stared at her for a long second before she responded. “What if he betrayed you?” she asked critically. She did not know if her mother was just testing her. But her question did not really come across her mind. After learning what happened from the nurse that was supposed to kill her, she knew right then that Hendrix did not really mean to shoot her. He was aiming for Doctor Pablo, not her. That’s why as soon as he tried to approach her, she did not hesitate to send him with that woman. She was that confident that he would come back to her, not thinking about other possibilities that he had other motives. Looking away, she curled her fingers as she was starting to doubt her decision. But then she shook her head immediately and lifted her chin as she returned her
Margaux quickly shifted her head towards the door as soon as she heard it shut. Her shoulders slumped while she heaved a deep sigh. “Why did you make him leave and feel disappointed now?” Her father queried. She pursed her lips. Seriously, she didn’t know why she did that. Probably because she was not ready to face him yet. She took a deep breath once again and looked at her father. “Did you already know about Doctor Pablo?” She asked instead. Don Geronimo raised his eyebrows. His eyes lit up, prolly seeing her intention of changing the topic. “I had suspicion, but never thought he could actually do that to us,” he shook his head. Margaux’s eyes narrowed as she stared at her father. His actions and facial expression were so contradictory that she could not help but be skeptical. “Really?” She tilted her head and crossed her arms. She did trust her father, but at that moment, she could not help but doubt his words. Meanwhile, Don Geronimo suddenly laughed boisterously. “You’r