“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
“What the!” she cursed loudly when her car abruptly halted. Her head almost banged on the steering wheel as her body immediately went forward because of the impact of the sudden stop of her car. Clutching the steering wheel tighty, her eyes went wide as her soul almost left her body out of fear. The car behind her honked as well while the culprit of her shock stopped as well on her right side. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Her dad always warned her about road rage and to avoid having confrontations in the middle of the road because it was too dangerous. She had to be a bigger person if someone was trying to provoke her and if needed, just pull out her checkbook and gave them blank check, However, while she was in the middle of calming herself down, someone was banging her window. It was so loud that she jumped a little on her seat. Her eyes snapped open while her gaze instantly landed outside the window. Her eyebrows then instantly furrowed upon realizing it was a wo
Margaux cursed internally while her eyes followed the van. She threw a deadly glare on it out of fury before her gaze shifted back to the black car. Her excitement surged up as she expected to finally be greeted by the whole appearance of the guy. But her shoulders shrunken and her excitement instantly disseminated when she saw no one in there. She looked around the parking lot as her eyebrows deeply furrowed. “Where is he?” she muttered as she searched for that guy. He can't possibly disappear that fast. That guy just stepped out of his car so there was no way that he already entered the restaurant that quickly. He can't teleport, could he? And even if he ran away, she should’ve noticed it since it did not take the van a minute to block her view. Shaking her head, her eyes wandered around inside the restaurant as well, hoping to see him there although she was not sure who it was. But as expected, everyone was unfamiliar that her shoulders dropped defeatedly. “Here's your order
“Miss?” the security guard scowled at her. Margaux snapped out and blinked several times. She could not believe what she just saw and thought she was hallucinating once again. However, the side profile of the guy was very identical to Hendrix which she cannot be mistaken as it was her favorite features of him that she always stared at back then. “Are you okay?” she heard the security guard queried. She cleared her throat and nodded. Then she apologized once again before she asked permission if she could leave.Fortunately, the guard let her go and she did not waste any second and sped up to follow that car. Unfortunately though, that black car was fast enough to disappear. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked left and right. Her grasp on the steering wheel tightened as she realized that there was no intersection near the area from where she was. “How fast did he drive?” she shook her head. That guy must be playing with her. His avoidance was making her even more convinced
“May I ask what you mean by seeing things?” Carlos inquired. Her secretary was already sitting on one of the chairs on the other side of her table. Margaux was not sure how they ended up having that conversation as she only remembered when Carlos asked if it was related as to why she ordered him to check the surveillance if Hendrix went to the building. She twisted her lips and bit the bottom of it. Her embarrassment heightened as she seemed obsessed with her ex-husband. out. Racking her brain to come up with a good excuse, her shoulders sogged as she let out an exasperated sigh. “I thought I was just hallucinating when I saw him from the reflection in my car’s side mirror. He was not in the surveillance which confirmed that I was just seeing things..” she shrugged, acting normal to cover her embarrassment. “What about the Princess’s cars? What does it have to do with your ex-husband?” the guy queried.Margaux tilted her head and did not want to elaborate her plans to her secr
Margaux stared at the phone she was holding when the caller suddenly hung up after asking how she was. She may not have memorized that voice as she never really wanted to, but she was certain it was that woman. Even though she had no idea how she got her office’s private number, she cannot be mistaken about it because aside from Liana, she was the only woman who seemed to have an obsession with her. Curling her fingers, she pressed her lips tightly. Her blood was boiling thinking that the woman suddenly had a big connection that she was able to get some of her private information. After putting back the phone down, she quickly turned on the intercom. “Carlos,” she called. “Yes, Miss Margaux?” her secretary responded in an instant. She did not reply right away. She was trying to calm herself first before she spoke to avoid getting further questions from her nosy secretary. Letting out a heavy breath, she finally spoke. “Someone called me from my landline, can you please check w
“No..” Margaux shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes landed on the tablet and saw high quality pictures of Hendrix in the airport while he boarded up to the time that he finally landed in the Philippines. “These can be edited. You know technologies nowadays,” she scowled as she kept scrolling at the pictures that seemed to never end. “This is the proof of his plane ticket purchase and the time of his arrival. There are dates indicated in the pictures and they all matched”Still, she shook her head. She stubbornly refused to believe that Hendrix was not in England anymore because it only meant one thing. Putting down her tablet, she leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. “How about Liana’s cars? Have you checked all of them?” she inquired all of a sudden. Her secretary did not answer. Although she knew it was impossible to get all the plate numbers of her cousin’s cars in just a few hours, she still asked just to divert her attention and distract herself from thinking a
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