“Wake up, sleepy head!” Margaux grunted and covered herself with the blanket. Her head was throbbing and couldn’t open her eyes. “Babe. It’s already afternoon. Get up there now!” “Go away!” she hissed as her ears were hurting at the high pitch voice of whoever was waking her up. However, instead of leaving her alone, that person shook her body which made her more dizzy. “Stop it!” she screamed. “I won’t stop until you get up!” the annoying person retaliated. Begrudgingly, she took off the blanket from her body and forced herself to open her eyes. “Get up and let’s go downstairs. We have a lot of things to discuss. She squinted her eyes to see her face. And when she realized it was her cousin Daisy, she immediately covered herself with a blanket again and grumbled “I need to rest some more, please,” her voice muffled. “I’m afraid you have no more time, babe..” Shaking her head, she deliberately ignored what her cousin was saying. She did not care about
Margaux was nursing her splitting headache when Daisy sat on the chair adjacent to her. “Did you just wake up?” her cousin queried. She clicked her tongue and did not answer her. Her conversation with her mother still lingered in her head and she felt like she got more intoxicated than to sober up after eating the food she prepared. It was too intense and she was caught off guard. “I have been waiting for you to wake up since lunch..” Daisy stated. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping now?” she responded instead. “I’m not sleepy yet. You know me. I won’t be able to sleep if there is something bothering me..” her cousin stated. She stopped massaging her temples and slowly opened her eyes. Frowning, she looked at her cousin curiously, “What’s bothering you,” she queried. Suddenly, she got worried, knowing that the woman was pregnant and was prone to stress which was bad for the baby. Meanwhile, Daisy propped her elbows on the table and cupped her face with her palms. She then le
“I won’t be surprised if we became alcoholic,” Dinah stated before chugging down the bottle of beer in her hand. Saab chuckled. “Mom would faint it that happens”Margaux shook her head and did not give any comments. Rather, she emptied the bottle in one gulp and opened another as though she was very thirsty. “Chill down, babe. You won’t be running out of beer,” Dinah clicked her tongue as she saw her doing it in haste. She clicked her tongue then chugged down the bottle. A week had already passed and it had also been a week that they had been drinking every night. She did not want to drag her cousins with her new hobby but they insisted on joining her and even went to her office every afternoon just to make sure that she won’t escape from them. “Until when you are going to do this?” Daisy interjected. She shook her head before she turned her head towards her cousin’s direction. “Once I could sleep without drinking,” she responded. “That won’t happen if you won’t try..” Daisy ret
“You looked.. terrible,” Daisy commented as soon as Saab opened the door. Josh smiled as little before his eyes started searching inside the VIP room. His eyes then lit up and his lips stretched widely when their gazes finally met. “Margaux..” he muttered. Margaux‘s eyes squinted. She just nodded her head then chugged on the beer as though a stranger just greeted her. She was already tipsy since she drank and emptied quite a lot of small bottles of beer. She did not have a high tolerance of alcohol unlike Daisy and Dinah, thus, she had no control of her reaction anymore after that. “Come in. You are our esteemed guest for tonight,” Daisy stated while chuckling. Shaking her head, she almost hissed but fortunately, she was able to suppress herself from doing that. They did not have any plan after inviting him over, but Daisy told her to try not to be hostile or show any displeasure towards him once he showed up. She had no idea why, for she did not bother to ask. That time, she al
It was her turn to freeze. She was looking up at him with mouth agape and bulging eyes. “W-what?” she stuttered. Never did it come across her mind that the guy she barely knew anymore would confess to her amidst the fiasco that they had been through. “You love her?!” Daisy exclaimed. Meanwhile, she heard a chuckle from her side which snapped her out from her shock. “This is ridiculous,” Dinah stated. She agreed and wanted to laugh as well. However, when her eyes met his and saw how serious he looked, she suddenly pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious?” she queried. Although she knew it was not a joke. She wished that he did because she did not like that confession at all. “I am,” Josh quickly responded. He looked away and it did not escape her eyes how his whole face turned red like a tomato. She did not find it cute though. Since she was already drunk, her mind was already clouded of what she thought was right and none of it was anything good towards Josh
Margaux was tired even if she just woke up. She felt like she ran a marathon and did not really sleep because her energy was drained and she was exhausted. It was not the alcohol for it was only her head that was aching but was not lethargic. ‘This must be because of what happened last night,’ she thought. Grunting, she shook her head and forced herself to get up. It was already past seven and late for work. She can’t take an off because aside from having a long break already, she would only lock herself in her room and suffer from overthinking which she was avoiding for over a week already. After taking a quick shower, she chose a simple office attire and did not bother to put on make-up as she was in haste. “Sweetheart, come here and have breakfast first..” her mother’s voice reverberated. Instantly, her steps abruptly halted and turned to where the voice came from. It was not hard to spot her mother as the latter was already approaching her with a gentle smile. “Join us in b
“Miss Margaux..” Carlos greeted. However, Margaux was not in her usual self and looked like a zombie walking listlessly towards her office. She just walked past her secretary as if she did not hear anything. She could not see anything as well and her mind was just preoccupied with what happened in the parking lot and elevator.‘No. It’s not him,’ she thought, as if convincing herself.Absent-mindedly, she entered her office and unceremoniously sat on the swivel chair. “Are you okay, Miss Margaux?” Carlos queried. She vaguely heard her secretary and did not pay attention. Her mind was full of doubt that she did not really notice him standing in front of her. Shutting her eyes tightly, she covered her face with her palms and let out a grunt. It must be the beer that she drank last night and because she drank too much of it that until that morning, she was still under the influence.Shaking her head, she removed her hands away from her face and slowly opened her eyes. And the first
“Are you sure you’ve checked all the surveillance cameras?” Margaux inquired when Carlos came back. “Yes, Miss Margaux. None of it captured your hus– I mean Mr Mondragon,” he responded. Her eyes squinted at the guy in front of her as it did not escape her ears as his tongue almost slipped. But she just let it pass as it was not really a big deal to her and she only corrected him earlier to stop him from thinking too much. “How about the parking lot? In the basement? Did you check it as well?” “Yes, Miss,” Carlos quickly answered. Folding her arms, she leaned back and stared sharply at him. She was doubting his statement and wanted to check everything thoroughly. However, she stopped herself from ordering that as she realized that she should be happy about the result because it only meant that Hendrix indeed left the country and was already in the Philippines. Unfortunately though, she felt the opposite. Her heart sank and her system was protesting, refusing to believe that she
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