"Leave application denied, Lara. Come to the office. My secretaries couldn't be gone all at the same time."That was Miguel's response to her email. Lara was hoping she could take a leave. Her eyes were still a bit swollen, and she didn't think she was ready to see Miguel again after admitting to herself that she had "slight" feelings for him.Yesterday, she didn't leave her room, citing that she wasn't feeling well. Even when Miguel came to her room, she pretended to be asleep. She almost got caught in her act when he gently touched her cheek.He didn't stay long and just instructed Auntie Rosette, who had accompanied him, to make sure she ate on time. After that, he left the house.Lara sighed. How could he approve Ashley's and Leonie's leaves and deny hers?She forced herself out of bed. She was already running late, but her movements lacked enthusiasm.If Auntie Rosette hadn't come to check on her, she might have stayed in bed all day.While on her way to the office, she checked h
"Tasya, talk to Lara. She's been acting weird these past few days," Chester said as they were eating at a restaurant.She went out with her friends to get Miguel out of her mind. And since it was her treat, she didn't agree to meet at a bar."Why so?" Tasya raised her eyebrows. "Is it still because you've already seen your guardian, Lara?"She choked on her food suddenly. She did tell Tasya about it, but not to Chester. How could she forget?Oh, she was really a mess! She did go to Tasya after her first meeting with Miguel, and she mentioned the partial truth. But over the confused days that followed, with Chester being the available shoulder to cry on while concealing the truth, she had mixed up the details in her mind.And now, she might end up being boiled alive for not being fairly truthful to both her best friends."Have you seen Mr. Villareal? I thought you just talked to him?" Chester asked. "So, is he the reason for your weirdness? Your tears? Why? Has he been treating you bad
"What's the problem, Lara? It's past one AM; don't tell me you're leaving at this hour?" Tasya raised her eyebrows, questioning Lara."Miguel is downstairs," Lara panicked, hastily gathering her things.She couldn't believe that Migo was coming to get her. How did he even know Tasya's address? Oh, he probably got it from Auntie Rosette. She knew her friends and their addresses.But for Migo to come to her at this time of the night? Why?"But why do you look so scared?" Tasya watched her, confused."I'll explain later, or tomorrow. I've got to go, Tash!"She didn't hear her friend's response as she rushed toward the door. Lara hurried to the elevator and pressed the down button repeatedly, as if it could make the lift arrive faster. There were three elevators, but all were on the ground floor.Since it was late and there weren't many people around, one elevator arrived quickly. She was almost on the ground floor when she snapped back to reality. Why was she scared? She hadn't done anyt
Lara's mind was a mess afterward. She couldn't understand Miguel's behavior. After he dragged her from the elevator to his extravagant and lavish unit, he suddenly let her go, took a deep breath, and apologized.He still looked angry, but not like earlier.Lara, on the other hand, was still speechless. She just stared at Miguel as if in a trance."I'm sorry," he said again. "I didn't mean to scare you like that."Scare her? She wasn't scared. She just felt a bit weird. When his face came dangerously close to hers, she had the urge to close the distance between them—with a kiss, perhaps? So she wasn't scared. She was just taken aback.The thought embarrassed her. Why would she think of kissing him?"I lost control. I didn't—""Do you live here?" she asked, clearing her throat to break the awkward atmosphere. She didn't want to hear him apologize any further. She just wanted him to know it was okay."I do.""It's beautiful. It suits someone like you," she added, her eyes scanning the sp
"Happy birthday, Grandma," Miguel greeted Cordelia, who was now seventy years old, and kissed the old woman on her cheek."Miguel, I thought you wouldn't make it," his grandmother embraced him warmly, earning disapproving glances from their extended family."Is that even allowed, Grandma? I was just late because I had something important to attend to. But I won't let this day pass without seeing you on your birthday.""You know you're the one I always look forward to on my birthday." The old woman smiled and lovingly caressed his cheek.He smiled back. His grandmother's smile was always enough for him, even if nothing else was going right in that gathering.Ever since the death of her husband, Simeon Villareal, almost ten years ago, Cordelia's birthdays had been celebrated privately. On that day, only their family was present in the large Villareal mansion. But their extended family wasn't small; they were already in the fourth generation."Can we start the party now, Mama?" Leonard,
"What did you find out about Chester Salas?" he immediately asked Jaxen as soon as he arrived at the office the following day."His family owns a textile company, Sir. Currently, he is the Vice President of Operations. His friendship with Mrs. Villareal dates back to high school. So, they were really close—""Stop," he interrupted, feeling irritated. "I didn't tell you to validate their relationship with me.""Sorry, Sir," Jaxen replied, handing him an envelope containing information about Chester Salas.He couldn't understand his need for this information. Perhaps for future use? All he knew was he felt a heavy weight in his chest whenever he thought about the man. How dare he touch his wife?'When?' His mind asked him.When he was drunk and Lara was helping him? That was the only time he had seen them together. And it seemed that Chester was not in the right state of mind due to intoxication. And yet, he felt an irrational urge to punch him for being that close to Lara.The image of
Lara missed Migo, but she suppressed her feelings.To distract herself, she engaged in various activities, such as visiting an orphanage and bringing supplies for the children. However, at the end of the day, she still went home feeling lonely. Unable to talk to anyone about her emotions, she decided to visit Lena's grave the next day and repeatedly apologized."I didn't mean to, big sis!" she cried. "I don't love him yet. I mean, I've always loved him as a big brother. But lately, I'm thinking about him more than I should. I'm confused. I don't want this. Sorry, big sis!"She sat in front of Lena's grave, burying her face in her knees, feeling overwhelmed with guilt."I feel so bad… I'm an awful sister to you! I promise you, I won't let this feeling grow. I can't hurt you, big sis. I don't want to hurt you!"She spent another hour there before leaving the mausoleum. It was getting dark, but she didn't want to go home. Instead of heading home, she asked to be taken to the mall owned b
“What?! Do you think you can get away with this? I am telling you, you will regret doing this to me.”"Thanks for your concern, Lara. But believe me, we don't need your reminder," Wendy replied, releasing her while reaching into her bag."Ashley, Leonie, stop this. I can give you back your jobs and forget you're in this sh!t with that crazy woman," she attempted to negotiate with her two former colleagues."Who are you to do that, Lara? I don't believe you can," Ashley said.Before she could explain, Wendy pulled her hair again and gagged her mouth with a scarf. Lara tried to resist, but in the end, she couldn't do anything."Let’s go, girls. The money will arrive any moment now," Wendy told Ashley and Leonie, watching her sinisterly as her eyes widened.Like what?! Were they leaving her there?"We'll meet your sugar daddy in the other building, Lara," Wendy said to her. "Now, enjoy your final night with the ghosts." Without warning, she shot Lara in the arm with a silenced gun. She w
Seventeen years ago, Lara did not understand why she survived a massacre and her family didn’t. Even when her mind was etched with the face of their killer, all she ever thought of was giving justice to their deaths. She knew she would see him again. And she was not wrong. Almost two decades passed, their paths crossed again.Now that she stood at the witness stand and she could see the horror in Stefano’s eyes, Lara was convinced that God allowed her to live for that very purpose. To make Stefano pay for the crimes he committed.Earlier, when the man saw her, he was greatly surprised. Perhaps he had assumed she was dead. Well, she couldn't blame him. He saw her condition back then because he was the one responsible for her gunshot wound. But he had miscalculated. It wasn't her time yet.Lara swore an oath to only tell the truth. And that was exactly what she did. But she was surprised by her own composure. She didn’t break down even when she recalled everything that happened many yea
"Stop crying, I'm not dead yet."Lara couldn't decide whether to laugh or be affected by the emotional outpouring of her two friends.After a week and a half since her near-death experience, Miguel finally allowed her friends to know what had happened to her and visit her."Shut up!" Tasya wiped her tears away. "You always do this to us! I'm scared that next time, we'll just be mourning over your dead body!""Lara, how could you not tell us? We get it that we might not be able to protect you like your husband could, but aren't we your friends? At least let us know what's going on with you," Chester said, his expression serious. His eyes were red from earlier tears."I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean not to tell—""I asked you!" Tasya cut in. "You didn't tell me! If I had known how dangerous your plan was, I should never have agreed to help you! I regret letting you do something without knowing the whole plan!""Tash, I'm sorry... I didn't want to tell you because I knew you wouldn'
"I think our baby is moving..."Lara laughed softly at what Miguel said. His hand was on her belly, feeling the movements even though she wasn't even showing yet."Is that so?" She knew it was impossible because their baby was just a few weeks old. But she didn't have the heart to correct him. Migo was just excited. "Then get ready, Migo. I'm sure when he comes out, he'll be a playful and active child!""Also beautiful, kind, smart, brave, and takes after his mom..." Miguel smiled gently at her.That warmed her heart. Lara was happy, so happy."You want a daughter?""Whether it's a son or a daughter, it's fine. What's important is that both of you are healthy and well," he said, moving closer to cup her face. "I love you, sweetheart...""I love you too, Miguel..."Miguel bent to kiss her lips softly.Lara wanted to cry. She could feel her husband's love for her, and she felt ashamed that she had caused him so much worry. But despite her reckless decision to meet Stefano and falling in
"Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive. Is it for you to spoil me with visits like this?" Meredith rolled her eyes at him. She was propped up against the headboard of her hospital bed when he approached her. "You're here every day, Migo.""It's for you to realize that there's someone who is not yet ready to lose you," Miguel answered, lightly pinching his friend's cheek."As if!"Her gunshot wounds weren't fatal because she was wearing a bulletproof vest. However, she was hit in the arm and shoulder. She was recovering from her injuries, but her sickness persisted and worsened."Have you made up your mind yet?"Meredith sighed. "I made my decision a long time ago, you know it. So, I don't understand why you're still trying to convince me every day.""Mer, until you've tried everything, it's not over. Besides, do you really want to leave me now?""Cut it out," she chuckled, scolding him. "You can't guilt-trip me like that. I know you're happy now. You don't need me anymore, Miguel."
“You should’ve just killed me,” Stefano said bitterly yet unremorsefully.“We’re not the same, Stefano. I am not a killer,” Miguel replied.His cousin had just come out of the hospital, but he was immediately brought to prison. Stefano’s arms were both gone. However, the man did not show any remorse for everything he had done.“You are so full of yourself, Miguel. Your day will come!”“What matters is that your day has arrived. Show even a little remorse, Stefano. You killed not only the woman you claim to love but also your own blood!”Stefano laughed bitterly. “You killed them.”“I didn’t. It was your selfishness and love for money that killed them. You killed them, Stefano.”“I’m the bad guy now?” He seemed to find it impossible to believe.“You’ve always been,” he replied. “Even before we met, you had already ruined Grandfather’s trust in you. I had nothing to do with the changes you claimed to have made. You made all the changes yourself.”He laughed again. “You can refuse it, Mi
"Lena… It’s you… Lena!"Lara was utterly confused. Stefano, who had been a madman, suddenly turned into a meek lamb, kneeling while he held her hands. He was repeatedly calling her by her sister’s name."Lena, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!" He held her hands and kissed them. "Are you hurt?"Lara felt repulsed, but she was too afraid to do anything that might trigger Stefano to become violent again."I know that you’re alive!" He stood up and hugged her. "They all lied to me, Lena!"When he embraced her and gently moved her hair, Lara realized her hair was down. She hadn't noticed it had come loose from the bindings earlier. And with her hair down, she looked exactly like her sister.Stefano couldn't differentiate her from her sister for some reason unknown to Lara. What was going on with him?"I knew you would come back!" He cradled her face in his hands.Lara couldn’t say or do anything but stare back at him with fear in her eyes. Stefano was seeing her as Lena, and that was enough to terrif
"Stefano!!! Leave my wife alone!!!!!!!!!!"Stefano only responded with laughter."Do not hurt her!""I'll say it again, Miguel. From this time on, you will obey everything I say. I'll call you again."Then he ended the call.Miguel slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Stefano had Lara in his grip. It was his fault! He should have been with his wife. He could have protected her!"Location, Jaxen?" he asked his companion in the backseat. His assistant was monitoring their distance from Lara's last known location.When they reached the safehouse, they found his men barely hanging on. The traitor knew where to shoot to kill. But what he didn't know was that one of his comrades had managed to plant a tracking device on him.That was what they were following now, hoping Stefano hadn't noticed it and removed it to mislead them. It was stationary at the moment, indicating they weren't moving. Based on Stefano's call, confirming his wife was with him, it matched the tracker's signal."We're
Lara was beginning to feel uneasy in her seemingly comfortable situation. She was being treated well, and despite waiting for several minutes, there was still no sign of Stefano.There were five guards inside a spacious room in a safe house. Two were by the door, keeping watch. One, who seemed to be the leader, was positioned near the window, occasionally scanning the surroundings with binoculars. The other two were in a corner, playing cards. Meanwhile, Lara sat quietly on the sofa, shifting her gaze between them, looking confused.The address Stefano had sent her was different from this place. However, it could mean that he was intentionally trying to confuse her. After all, only the two of them knew about her plan. But the question remained: where was Stefano? Why was he keeping her waiting?She had been calm a while ago, but when one of the guards at the window suddenly pulled out a gun and started scanning the area, Lara felt her heart in her throat.Earlier, she had asked about
"Are you sure you are going to do this?""You're worrying now? Please, Miguel, I'm not a child."He could almost see Meredith rolling her eyes, though he only heard her voice. She was indeed not a child, but he couldn't help but worry. She was going on a dangerous mission for him and Lara."Remember to prioritize your safety, Mer.""You know I have nothing to lose anymore. This might just give meaning to my life...""I want you back safe and sound," he replied.He understood what Meredith meant. A few days ago, she had confessed everything to him, and he was profoundly saddened. He was losing a friend to a terminal disease. Meredith had fought it, but she fought alone. She didn't tell anyone until the doctors had given up on her."If I come back, I want you for myself, Migo. So, don't ask for it," she teased.He let out a low chuckle, but inside, he was deeply sad. When she had told him about her condition, he felt shattered. Meredith was his closest friend. He couldn't bear the thoug