Her heart almost drops upon hearing her uncle's words. Clenching her fists, she shut her mouth tightly, suppressing any words to come out of it to avoid giving him any hint. “Right now, someone's already there and chatting with your husband..” he trailed off. A smug look appeared on his face as his eyes glimmered in mischief, “You don't want to be the reason for his complete paralyzation, do you?” he asked darkly. It was the moment she felt the scariest time of her life. She never feared that person in front of her before because her father always assured her that the King was nothing compared to him. However, right at that moment, she feared him for she knew his capabilities, especially that time when all of them and their whole security team in that place were all been captivated. It was as if the King was holding them by the neck and she had no choice but to obey whatever he ordered her to do. “My favor is not that hard, Margaux. Just file an annulment and go to a place where H
Hendrix watched Margaux leave reluctantly.She did not see how his expression changed as her back was already facing him. And as soon as the door was shut behind her, his shoulder dropped. His body turned into a jelly in an instant and he just slumped on the mattress with a thud. The pain from his wounds did not matter anymore as the pian in his chest was excruciating. He knew Margaux won’t ever forgive him again after what he was going to do. But he knew he will do it over and over again for Margaux’s sake. Her safety was more important than his heart. Her living a good and peaceful life was his priority, never mind if he lives his life miserably. Shutting his eyes tightly, he lifted his hand and counted in his fingers. “One. . .two. . .three . . .”Exactly at the count of three, he heard the door bursted open. He then intently listened to the footsteps coming near him while his chest was thumping wildly. “Hendrix..” a soft yet cold voice entered his ears.Slowly, he opened
Hendrix’s thick eyebrows deeply furrowed. “What for?” He asked. Liana crossed her legs and waved her mobile phone in front of his face. “I just a got a call from one of our men inside the room where they are right now. And according to him, Margaux was having a hard time to choose..” she replied. His heart almost leap out from his chest upon hearing that. He was not sure why but he felt really elated knowing that it was a hard choice for Margaux, which meant that he was as important as her family in her life. He never really doubt his wife’s love for him. But still, he cannot believe it and was still in disbelief about it. “So, start pleading with her and say that she should not worry about you. Who knows she would listen to you?” The woman bargained. He suddenly thought what happened earlier before Margaux left his room. He remembered that she was insisting that he should go with her despite the protest off her cousin to not bring him with her. He won’t lie that it hurts. He
“Babe, please let me go with you,” Daisy pleaded. Margaux had been staring at her luggage for a long time already when she heard it. She then finally looked at her cousin and saw her crying which surprised her. “Why are you crying?” She scowled. Daisy then sobbed. Her eyes were already puffy and bloodshot. She actually had been there with Margaux for an hour and crying to her but the woman just ignored her as if she didn't hear anything. “I wanna go with you!” she cried. The creased on Margaux's forehead defined. It was as if she could not understand her drama. “Please! Bring me with you! I don't want to give birth without you!” her cousin whined. Her heard softened upon hearing that. Then, her eyes moistened as she remember hhe reason why she was suddenly leaving. It was her final decision. She finally decided to just go to a further place and leave Hendrix. With that, he will recover completely, go back to anormal life and be safe to any harm. She made sure about that. Bef
Her body stiffened and her eyes went wide like a saucer. She could hear Sue’s chest against her thumping so wildly. But then she got confused if it really was his or if it was actually her heart. “W-what do you mean?” she stuttered. She was in utter disbelief. That confession just came out of nowhere and she was puzzled if she really heard it right or she was just hearing things. Meanwhile, Sue tightened his hold on her and even buried his face at the crook of her neck. “I’ve been in love with you, Margaux.. for a very long time now..” he then whispered. Holding her breath, all the hairs on her nape and arms instantly stood up. She also got chills and felt like her insides trembled as well. ‘Is this for real?!’ her system was in chaos. She placed her palms on his chest and pushed him away gently. “Don't prank me,” she said and playfully glared at him, thinking it was only a joke and he was trying to ease up her pain. However, her expectation that he was going to laugh
She parted with her parents with a new found hope. Although there was still sadness and sorrow, that was enough to keep her from going inside the plane with not much heavy feeling inside her chest. Her steps were a little lighter and it was not forced anymore. Her father's words were like magic that eases her pain a little. She was leaving her home country and living miles and miles away, bringing that new found hope with her. She was going to hold on to his words and fully trust her father with all her heart. As soon as she found her seat, she quickly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ‘This is it,’ she thought. It was really sinking in that she was indeed leaving. But unlike earlier, she was not as heartbroken and was actually a little calmer. But still, there was a heavy feeling in her heart, thinking about Hendrix and what he was probably thinking about her. Did the King say something horrendous about her? What if he invented something that will make him mad at her
Margaux stiffened. Her eyes turned round like a saucer. She then quickly covered her mouth with her palms as she stared at the banner on the top of the staircase with her teary eyes. "Who made that?" She asked and pointed at the banner. Helena, the caretaker of the mansion smiled at her, "Your father called and asked us to do something that will make you feel at home. He mentioned that your husband called you love so we thought of adding it,” the old woman cheerfully explained. “Jan-jan was the one who suggested it,” she added proudly. Her heart instantly sank. She didn't know why her father did that. It only made her miss Hendrix even more and longing for him tremendously. It boosted her hope just to drop it on the ground real quick. She thought it was from Hendrix because the guy was the only one who called her with that endearment and she didn't know her father actually knew about it. "Okay, thank you.." she muttered. It was so obvious that her mood deflated and
Her eyebrows deeply furrowed upon recognizing the voice. Her face contorted as it turned sour knowing who that caller was. “What do you want now?” She asked, her voice was cold and distant. There was a long pause again as though the caller did not expect that from her. “Are you checking if I really left the country? Then this call should be enough to confirm that I did, right?” She continued when the other line remained silent. There was a loud sigh from the other line. “That’s not my intention,” the caller said. Margaux almost rolled her eyes. She did not really care what that person really wanted as she was more concerned how she knew the landline number of her mansion. If they did not get it from her father, then that only means that her uncle was tracking her down. “You can be at peace now, because unlike you, I’m true to my words. I will never show up just as I signed up for. So I ask you to not bother me again,” she said, then hung up. She clicked her tongue. He
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