“What are you–” Margaux hadn't finished her sentence yet when Hendrix hastily strode towards her and grabbed her wrist. Her chest pumped wildly as their skin touched. She felt as if she got electrified as soon as the top of his finger came in contact with her skin. “Are you cheating on me?!” Hendrix hissed. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. “What are you saying? Let me go!” she screamed as her anger flared up in an instant.The audacity of that guy! Who does he think he was?! “Let Margaux's hand go, Mr,” Jack said calmly. He then took Margaux's free hand and pulled her towards him, however, Hendrix didn't let go and pulled her towards him as well. Margaux felt a little disoriented as the two men had a tug of war with her as the rope. “Mind your own business, Mr Simon. This is a marital problem between us. You are out of it,” he said harshly. Margaux threw Hendrix a glare as she yanked her arm away from him with all her strength. “Are you crazy?! What marital problem are yo
Margaux smirked when she watched Wilma's face get drained of blood. She was white as paper and seemingly about to faint any second. Standing on her side was David, who was holding her for support while his eyes were staring coldly at her. “So, why are you talking to them?” Daisy shook her head in displeasure, “Shouldn't you mingle with more important people than hang out with them who are insignificant to us?” her tone was sharp as she deliberately looked at Hendrix's parents while saying it. Margaux's eyes glinted upon seeing David's face darkened. Honestly, just like his son, she hadn't interacted with him even once. Because the old man was just always on the side, silently watching his wife throwing insults at her. When she felt someone hold her hand, Margaux finally averted her gaze from Hendrix's parents and looked at her aunt Belinda. “Come here, Sweetie. Let's just catch up,” Belinda said softly then gently pulled her away from the crowd. Just like what Daisy said, aside
“Secretary?” Margaux raised her eyebrows then stared at Roxanne. She didn't know what to react as it would just finally make sense as to why Hendrix was practically in his office and only went home to sleep. “His mother begged me to work as his secretary! I agreed because you can't take care of him!” Roxanne defended. Abigail was about to say something but Margaux stopped her. She shook her head to her cousin and smiled at Roxanne. “You don't need to explain. No one is asking you,” she said casually, although deep inside, she was in rage. “Why are you even with us? Do you need anything?” she queried. She smirked when Roxanne was rendered speechless. But it wasn't enough to satisfy her though, because the pain she felt when the woman showed her their pictures and ultrasound was still fresh in her heart. That woman had to feel it too, and the pain should be double that hers. “You're wasting our time,” she shook her head, “We're talking here and you're disturbing us,” she added. “Y
“Margaux! Let's talk! Don't run away from me!” Hendrix's voice rang out but Margaux continued running away and just ignored him. He ran after her, but a loud curse escaped his mouth when he lost her and just disappeared after turning to the left corner.“Margaux!” he screamed. He looked around and checked all the rooms she could possibly be hiding, but he saw nothing as if the woman could teleport somewhere else and disappeared without any trace. ‘This place sure has secret doors,’ he thought. Upon realizing that, he let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head.It was very obvious that Margaux was avoiding him. He just wanted to talk to her and asked her about the fake name she used in their marriage contract. He badly wanted to know her reason why she did that. As he was still in denial that she was not the Margaux he legally married. He continued searching in all corners of each room he entered for the secret passage. However, as he stepped out of the last room he checked,
Margaux stayed in the basement until the party had ended. She was not in the mood to entertain all the guests, so she just let her family do it on her behalf. It was already past two when she finally decided to come out and walk to her room, to make sure that the party was already over and she wouldn't bump into anyone in the living room. Clueless of what happened at the party after she left.However, as soon as she entered her room, she saw her cousins already occupying her huge bed, and seemed to be knocked out from drunkenness. “What should I expect?” she shook her head. She already took a long bath in the basement and changed into comfortable clothes there. And since the three girls were already sleeping in her bed, she just slumped her body on the couch and tried to sleep there. Although she was exhausted, she didn't feel sleepy at all. Her mind was still fully awake as what happened earlier was flashing back vividly. “Did you have fun playing with me?” she could still hear
Her body stiffened as her eyes went a little wider. She clenched her fists and continued walking as if she didn't hear anything. However, as soon as she took one step to the staircase, she heard a loud commotion which made her heart skip a beat. “Foreigners had no right to interfere!” someone screamed followed by women's deafening shrieks and bouncers to run to the direction of where she just came from. Her chest was pounding hard as she marched back at the bar counter. However, a lot of people were blocking her way as they were watching the scene like a movie. “You're harassing my wife! I won't forgive you!” Hendrix's voice erupted. Margaux stood frozen on the spot as she gasped loudly. She wanted to convince herself that she just heard it wrong, but she couldn't deny that voice was indeed from Hendrix. She knew his voice very well. She had that husky and baritone voice recorded to listen every night before they got married. She had it indented in her mind that's why she couldn
Margaux wiggled free and tried to push him again but to no avail. He removed his left hand from her wrist and placed it on her nape to deepen the kiss. She struggled from his hold, however, heat was starting to consume her and the next thing she knew she was already kissing him back. The VIP room became silent and only the sound of their lips smacking could be heard. Hendrix gently lifted his other hand and caressed her face while she grabbed a fistful of his shirt when his tongue entered her sweet cavern.She did not know how long it lasted but she was chasing her breath when he finally pulled away. She felt more dizzy after feeling his warm breath fanned against her face. The smell of his breath had a mixed mint and alcohol too. It only meant that he had been drinking there before he saw her. “Margaux, come back home with me..” he muttered. Her ears perked up and it immediately snapped her out from her reverie after hearing those words. And as if she was burned by him, she quick
The woman's eyes sparkled as she giggled, obviously loving how she addressed her. “Long time no see. I've heard your father already passed all the responsibilities to you,” she said, “I just got back home from a business trip, that's why I wasn't able to attend your welcome party. But I sent you a gift!” she chirped. Margaux wanted to roll her eyes. She didn't need a gift especially coming from her. She knew the likes of that woman and she couldn't trust her at all. “It's fine. That party is not of great importance that requires her royal highness to attend,” she replied with her head bowed down. Liana gently smiled, “But still. We're relatives aren't we? I have to be there to witness the Montello's very important event,” she responded. Margaux pressed her lips tightly. Sure they were blood related and her father had a royal blood, but the woman was too self centered and only knew how to give everyone troubles whenever she's around, thus, not only her but all of their relatives
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