Hendrix didn't hesitate to go after seeing the address. He quickly hailed a cab and went there as soon as possible.Margaux, Liana's secretary, was already outside the gate, waiting for him when he reached the place. “You made the right choice,” she grinned, then gestured to the humongous gate in front of them. “She's already inside, shall we?” she stated. Hendrix took a deep breath and looked up at the familiar mansion. He only had been there once and it was too recent to forget about the details. Following the woman, they walked through the beautiful garden until they reached the enormous front door. “Good evening Miss, Sir,” the butler politely greeted. “Good evening!” The woman greeted back, rather enthusiastically. The butler chuckled which made Hendrix think the two knew each other.“You should go inside, miss. Your Majesty looked bored already,” said the butler. “Alright,” the woman chirped then. “You heard it. Let's go!” The two of them finally entered the manor. Meanw
Hendrix felt like his head was going to explode. He wanted to run away but he couldn't. He felt tied up with how the woman was holding him. “Married men who don't wear their wedding rings only means they are hiding the fact that they are already off the market. They wanna have fun behind their wife's back. And us singles shouldn't be blamed because we didn't know they are already married,” Liana stated. “Men love challenges..” she chuckled. His brows furrowed as he thought the woman was sick in the head. How can she say those words in front of her family? Was she blatantly admitting that she's a mistress then putting all the blame to the poor men who cheated with her? Disgustingly, he took a step back and forcibly removed her hands off him. “I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in you,” he said coldly before walking out of the manor. He dragged his luggage with him and rushed outside. He didn't care if he was rude but the only thing he was thinking at the moment was to go further awa
Margaux shut her eyes as she leaned back on the swivel chair. Remnants from the dinner last night kept repeating in her head. She was bothered. After Dinah informed her about Liana's declaration, her heart became unsettled. She badly wanted to shake the princess and tell her she didn't own Hendrix. She started massaging her temples after letting out an exasperated sigh. Her head was aching from wondering why Liana fancied Hendrix. There were a lot of guys out there, Jack for example, but she really chose her man! She scoffed. When it comes to Hendrix, she's becoming really selfish. She wanted him only for herself, not to take him back but to make him suffer. Anyone who interferes should face a consequence. Straightening on her seat, she had finally decided to do something about the woman. Her title didn’t intimidate her as her family was equally powerful as hers. She would not let her be the reason for her plans to fail no matter what happens. She pressed the intercom and
“Why me?” Margaux looked at Liana incredulously. Shocked was understatement for what she felt at the moment and she suddenly thought if she looked like a spy or something that made the woman think of giving her the job. She didn't even have time to accept more jobs nor was she desperate to earn more money. “Where is your secretary?” Liana crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa comfortably. “Margaux is very busy. She only has one body and I didn't want to overwork her. And since you knew Hendrix, I decided that you're the best option to do the job,” she answered so casually as if it was ot a big deal. For her, of course it was not a big deal. But how about her? Didn't she realize that she was already belittling her? What did she think she was? Her subordinates whom she can order around? She rolled her eyes. “I'm sorry but I won't do it,” she said politely. She saw how Liana's eyes sharpened. Her face immediately darkened and she knew the woman was already angry. “W
Margaux drove to the hospital and met with Doctor Pablo as she promised. The doctor was very pleased as she was his favorite student before when she entered med school.“Don't you want to continue your medical studies?” asked the old man. She quickly shook her head in response, “The only reason I entered med school was to have some basic knowledge about medicine. And I'm already content that I know how to do first aid. I don't think I will be a good doctor and it's not the field my heart desires,” she replied casually. The doctor sighed, “I understand. It's just a shame to not have someone like you in the medical field,” he lamented. Margaux chuckled, “You sound like I'm a genius, doc. But thank you for the compliment,” she chirped. “Anyways, I'm here not to chat with you about my plans. I'm here to confirm if Wilma really has kidney failure” “Oh, that. The patient hasn't gone through ultrasound. They decided to just take an MRI scan instead, that's why it was rescheduled later,”
“Who the hell did send thee to me?! I'm not dead yet!” Wilma's voice thundered inside the room. She quickly got out of the bed and threw all the flower wreaths and stepped on each bouquet until all the petals were stripped and all the stands were ruined.“Why are they like this?! We haven't even confirmed if you're really sick!” David was as furious as his wife.“Ugh! Someone thought I'm already dead! Hurry and check the news! It must be one of the jobless reporters who makes fake news!David shook his head and quickly checked the news. But nothing about them was there which made his brows furrowed deeply. “Did you see something about me?” “There's nothing” Wilma looked at the messy room with all the ripped petals and leaves scattered in the floor with papers, wood and ribbons. “Could it be someone who has a beef with you?” Wilma stood frozen as she read those written on the ribbons. All the blood rushed up to her face and she growled like a hyena. “Someone wished for my death!
“What is going on?!” one of the nurses exclaimed. She looked at Margaux with a horrified expression before she ran back to her. “Miss Margaux, what are we going to do now?!” she asked with teary eyes. Meanwhile, Margaux was suppressing her laughter. She was excited she couldn't wait to see Wilma's reaction as soon as the priest entered the room. “Someone's really having a funeral here?” a question from a passerby. “No no no. No one died. There's no on-going funeral! It's just a misunderstanding!” another nurse explained in panic. She calmly watched as the commotion started again before her eyes. All the hospital staff on that floor were busy calling people and explaining to everyone. She was having fun watching them like an evil person enjoying the chaos she created. “Wait! Is this part of the celebration?” the nurse in front of her queried. She had high hopes in her eyes and she felt a little guilty to kill it. “No,” she shook her head. Those two letters were already enough to
“What's this commotion all about,” Doctor Pablo suddenly appeared. “Doc! That woman started it! She's the one who sends me all these flowers and even brought a priest, treating me like a dead person! She's basically having a funeral here for me!” Wilma screamed hysterically. Margaux looked at Doctor Pablo and smirked. “I don't know what she's talking about, Doc. I'm just here to fix this yet I'll be accused of being a culprit,” she said calmly. She glanced at Hendrix and saw him looking at her sharply. ‘You're siding with your mother, right? Let's see where that will take you,’ she thought. “That's right, Doc! We were panicking and asked for her assistance here. Miss Margaux even come up with an idea of throwing a party as an excuse to cover up why these flower wreaths are here,” said the nurse, “She's willing to spend for the sake of the patient's well being but the patient directly accused her as soon as she saw Miss Margau”“Yes! She's so irrational. She even shouted at the pr
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