‘Tasya has got nothing to do with the pictures, Miguel. Don't make my best friend suffer for something that she didn't do.’Lara pressed the send button and sighed heavily. It felt like she was being suffocated by her actions. She didn't want to initiate a confrontation because Miguel hadn't called her yet about the situation.She hoped that her intentions were clear – she messaged him first for Tasya's sake, not because she wanted an explanation from him about his affairs.Her heart almost leaped out of her chest when her phone buzzed. She received a reply from Miguel.‘I know what I am doing, Lara.’She let out a deep breath. She glanced at Tasya, who was biting her lower lip, waiting for Lara to speak."I have to go now, Tasya. I promise you that I'll do everything I can," she said, bidding her friend goodbye. She needed to talk to Miguel. Not through a message or email. If not in person because he was overseas, she would call him."Please, Lara… We can't lose everything just like
They didn't talk about Meredith Jones, but Miguel's words were enough for Lara to put her mind at ease.He told her not to believe the news. That meant it wasn't true.Later that evening, Tasya called to thank her. The problem had been resolved, and the threats from their investors about pulling out were gone."I owe you, Lara," Tasya said, still sniffling. "What will I ever do without you? What if you weren't my friend, and I got into this mess? Where would I end up if my parents disowned me?""That's what you get for trusting so easily," Chester interjected. He was with them on the video call, and he didn't hide his disappointment with their friend."Chester!" Lara shot him a glare. "Don't blame her anymore!""He's right, though," Tasya said. "I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess, Lara.""It's okay. Everything's fine now. Just be careful next time, alright? You might get into trouble yourself next time.""Listen to Lara, Tasya. And try to be less gullible with guys. Next time, in
Lara knew that it was impossible for Miguel to feel the same way for her.She accepted that, which was why even though she loved him, she never said anything. But there was only one reason that made her accept that her husband couldn't learn to love her.And that reason was Lena. His love for Lena was real and deep, hindered only by circumstances. But what they had was something Lara believed she could never match.Apart from that reason, she would not accept anything more.For instance, there were the never-ending rumors about him and Meredith Jones and his failure to deny those rumors publicly, and most infuriating of all, Miguel arrived in the country with the woman.As if that wasn't enough, he brought Meredith Jones to their mansion! And now, she was scowling at the two of them."Listen first, Lara," Migo attempted to explain."No!" She cut him off sharply. She didn't care if she seemed rude in front of his beautiful and sophisticated companion. The moment he allowed that woman t
They went to a different bar. Although it was the same typical noisy, dark, and smoky, there were the second and third floors. They stayed on the second floor where Chester was said to be."Let's stay here to avoid the noise," Tasya said. "We can only afford membership up to the second floor. The third floor is super VIP. I need to date a billionaire first before I can afford it," she joked before they stopped in front of a closed door. Their guide knocked before it was opened for them, and the guide bid them farewell."Princesses are taking forever," Chester complained immediately, holding a menu of food and drinks."Traffic," Tasya replied.It was quiet there, and honestly, it didn't feel like a bar. It was cozy, clean, and fragrant. No smell of smoke."So, why do we have an urgent meeting again? I had to send my companion home just to come here," he asked, lifting his gaze. Concern immediately flashed in his eyes as they fell on her injured arm. "What happened to your arm, Lara?" I
Lara caught her breath as Miguel's fist collided with the wall behind her and Chester. Her friend had used the wall for support when he got up earlier, and Lara's interference was too late to stop the momentum of Miguel's punch. Instead of accidentally hitting her, Miguel chose the wall behind her.Holding her breath, Lara stared into her husband's fiery eyes.If looks could kill, Lara and Chester would have already dropped dead and cold. That's how menacing and terrifying Miguel's gaze was.Despite knowing that Miguel was hurt, she was afraid to look at his fist. Miguel didn't flinch, but she was certain he was in pain."Move, Lara," Miguel said in a low, firm voice, with a warning."P-please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt him.""Move away, d4mn it!" he shouted, almost making her jump.To her surprise, Chester suddenly pushed her away. "So, is he the man who made you cry, Lara?" Chester challenged, returning Miguel's dangerous gaze with equal intensity.He seemed sober now, perhaps sob
"This is not the way home," she couldn't help but speak when she noticed that the road they were taking was not leading to their house. "I badly wanted to rest. Please just take me home!"Miguel didn't respond. Instead, he seemed to grip the steering wheel tighter.Lara was frustrated and on the verge of tears. She was tired of all the drama that day."Where are we going?" she asked after a few moments of silence, the route they were taking unfamiliar to her. It seemed like they were leaving the city."Just shut up and quit asking, Lara!" he replied, his patience running out."Why? Don't I have the right to know where you're taking me? I am tired of obeying your orders, Miguel!" she said, her voice full of resentment."Obeying my orders? When have you ever followed? Since this day started, all you've done is argue and insist on what you want!" he replied angrily. "You never listened to me!""Because I don't want to anymore! Stop treating me like I don't have my own life! Can't I decid
The sun was setting, but Miguel still hadn't returned. Lara sat on the sandy part of the beach, watching the beautiful colors of the sky slowly fading away.Growing up as a city girl and missing out on travel opportunities, she was awed by the magnificence of nature. If only she had known about Miguel's house near the sea, she might have frequented the place.According to Mommy Mabel, Miguel's mother, he had the house built for her. Despite its beauty and the abundance of material things, it was lonely because her son rarely visited."I've been telling him to bring you here," the lady said. "But he always said it wasn't the right time. I'm happy to finally meet you, Lara."She was glad that Miguel's mother knew about her. There were many things she wanted to ask, like where his father was or if he had siblings. But she held back her curiosity.The only thing she asked was if Mabel knew Lena."Lena has been gone for a long time," she replied carefully, holding one of Lara's hands. "Lar
"Why would you be?" she asked. She didn't believe it. Why would he be jealous? Did he have feelings for her? No, he didn't, right?Then it wasn't jealousy he was feeling. It must have just been his ego being bruised by her closeness with Chester.The pain in her eyes deepened when Miguel avoided her gaze. She knew it."Stop being rude to Chester and I'll let you and your friend do your thing. I just hope that you'll get a good night's rest whenever you remember my sister," she walked away after that.He didn't follow her. Lara's heart shattered even more. For a moment, she thought there was hope for them. Had he answered her and not looked away, she shouldn't be feeling hurt now.Miguel was not sure of his feelings. He loved Lena. He was protective of Meredith. And he claimed he was jealous of Chester's closeness to her. Yet, he couldn't confirm when asked. He couldn't give her a reason why.Was it just a whim? That was just absurd!Lara suddenly realized she was crying as she walked
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