It was an ordinary day. The sun rose high as the clouds surrounded it. The blue sky was as blue as it always was. But Nathalie is looking anxious on that great day. She was walking back and forth inside the office. Johannes wasn't around, he was on a business trip in Hawaii, and he would be gone for three days at most. Nathalie glanced at her phone and clicked her tongue. Still, there was no response from her brother. She had been calling him since the morning, but he was not answering his phone. It was unusual for him to ignore Nathalie since she was always busy with work and stuff. Nathalie gave up and called Harries. After a few rings, she picked up the phone, "Harries!" [Must you really shout my name like that? Jeez, you're gonna damage my eardrums, Nathalie. Why? Aren't you well-informed that I had an eight-hour surgery last night? I want to go back to sleep, so make this quick,] Nathalie could imagine her best friend crumpling her forehead while cursing her inside her head.
Johannes's POV Damn. I can't sleep. It's past midnight, and my system is still wide awake. It's unusual for me to have trouble sleeping since Nathalie and I became official. I don't know what kind of witchcraft her being brought me. I just felt calm every single time. Nathalie Taylor. The woman I never thought I'd like to this extent. She's someone praiseworthy in every aspect. She does everything almost perfectly, and it would be a surprise if you would even find a minor flaw. She's the perfect secretary for me... a perfect girlfriend, as I hope. My family likes her. Abuelo is very fond of her as well. Something that they never showed when I was still with Via. Viacienne, my first girlfriend and fiancee. The very first woman who caught my heart. The very first to make me a man. Damn. Fuck me for thinking this right now. Not when it had been years since I last mentioned her name in my head. This is all because of her sister. Vie. I knew I had been too good with that kid, but I
Paxton sighed as he filled up his suitcase with some clothes. Clinton came inside his room, leaning toward the frame of his door. "Are you really going to leave again?" He asked. Paxton glanced at him and smiled, "The air here is suffocating," "You mean you can't stand Abuelo's remarks. You should have listened to him then. Why did you even insist on following your parents' footsteps when he told you that nothing good would come from it," Clinton sat on his bed, lazily staring at his cousin. Paxton grinned and stared at his parents' portrait on his bedside table, which was the only one that had been kept. "It's not like I followed their footsteps. It was my dream, Clinton," "And you defied his will because of that dream? You got some balls in you, Pax," he chuckled, remembering how angry their Abuelo was when Paxton suddenly announced that he wanted to enter the entertainment industry. It would not be too big of a deal if he would just do it to pass the time, but he dedicated his
"Nathalie?" Paxton had to take another look before he could approach Nathalie, who just got off the elevator. He smiled before he waved his hand in front of her. "Hey there, Nathalie Taylor. What a coincidence to see you here," He said, smiling with his teeth as he stared at the woman who was currently looking confused at the moment. "Yes?" Her brows furrowed. Nathalie shifted her weight before she looked at him properly, "What are you doing here, Sir Paxton?" The man was taken aback. He did not expect Nathalie to address him in such formality. He smiled nonetheless and took a step away from her, making sure she had a space for herself. Paxton had not seen her for years, but he knew very well how much Nathalie hated it when someone talked to her at such a close distance. Especially when they are not too related to each other. Paxton Alejandro is not that dumb. He knew his place. Paxton left her ten years ago, and he sure got no place in her life now. He hates that, but he got no c
Johannes woke up with a very light heart. He's smiling even as he prepares the breakfast he plans to cook for Nathalie. He could still remember her embarrassed face when her stomach suddenly growled in front of him the last time he visited her in her condo. *** "I miss you, Nathalie Taylor---" he was interrupted when a sudden loud growl came out of nowhere. He was staring at Nathalie, so he noticed how her face turned red as she tried to hide behind her palm. "Don't look at me! Jeez, I just woke up, you know?" She was all red while Johannes was trying to suppress his laughter. But he gave up when a second wave of her hunger came in. Johannes laughed, "I knew you were going to that restaurant the moment I saw you, but I did not know it would be this urgent. Did you starve yourself while I was gone, hmm?" he tucked her hair behind her ears. Nathalie looked away, still embarrassed that Johannes had to see her in that state. "Why'd you think so?" "You always forget to wear a jacket w
Nathalie was still driving aimlessly until the sun sets. She did not find Nathan anywhere and is close to reporting him missing. But she's afraid he would hide even more once the news got out that Nathalie's looking for him. Nathalie helplessly parked her car in the underground parking of their condominium building, and coincidentally, Paxton just arrived as well. He was surprised to see Nathalie, but he was more stunned when he saw her at that state. That familiar helplessness. "Nathalie Taylor," he called her name. Nathalie looked up and raised her brows. She greeted him upon recognizing him, "Sir Paxton," "What is with the formality? We're old acquaintances," he furrowed his brows. Nathalie stared at him for a while before she looked away. "I do not recall what you are talking about, Sir Paxton," she replied as she took her purse and was about to walk away. She was not able to when Paxton held her arm. "Why are you insisting that you do not know me? Is Johannes the reason? Are
Johannes's POV I could not believe she took it that way. Was I worried for nothing? Damn it. I want to go back and apologize to her, but my ego is telling me that what I would do is simply tell her that what she did was fine. And it was not. It was not okay at all. I am not a fan of birthdays, but I was really looking forward to it today. I could not help but feel helpless that she had forgotten my birthday even. Though I was clearly throwing hints last time, she did not buy them. "Damn it, I knew love would only bring me nothing but this fucking feeling," I took another wine from the pantry and walked out of the mansion. I am trying to figure out where I should drink this. Or I could visit my friend's bar. It's pretty close to here. I just wanna breathe some fresh air. And... I don't know why but I want to get revenge on Nathalie. Flirting with my cousin and all that!? How dare she! I... I thought she loved me? What the hell does love mean to her, then? Why the hell am I even fal
Johannes finally stood up when he felt his headache from all the alcohol he intakes. Clinton is on his way to the bar when he receives a message from Johannes asking him to drive him home. Like he used to do when he was out drinking before... *** "Are you going to keep following me?" Johannes asked the man. "Stop it. You are annoying. Don't worry. I won't ask you to pay for all that you drank. You're a heavy drinker for someone who drank for the first time," he was not sure if it came as a compliment or what, but he simply wanted the kid to go away. "I have nowhere to go, though," he shrugged. Johannes arched a brow, "So? Why does that need to concern me? Look, kid. You're underage, aren't you? This country might be liberal, but you need to go home now. Your parents must be looking for you," "I don't have parents. They died when I was young, " he told him. Johannes was taken aback. He would not have said to him that had he known, but how could he even learn about a stranger's life
“Where are we going, Dad?” Julian asked his father while still yawning. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his father picked him up from his grandparent’s mansion. Julian Nathaniel Alejandro, Johannes felt proud while staring at his son’s ocean-blue eyes. “We’re going to the cemetery,” “Is Mom there?” Johannes looked at him with sad eyes and smiled, “Yes, Julian. We’re going to see Mom there,” Johannes fixed his son’s seatbelt and started the car’s engine. It had been seven years since Nathalie birthed Julian. He’s a big boy now who hates it when Johannes kisses him on the cheek. He used to giggle when his father did it, but now that he turned seven, he would glare at Johannes whenever he did that, especially when they were in a public place. Julian looked like Johannes, but his eyes took after Nathalie. Those deep blues of ocean that always enchanted Johannes. He could not help but stare at them whenever he had the chance. “Are we going to visit Abuelo too?” the
“Uncle Ken,” Yohan sat beside him. Johannes was still staring at the door where the woman had left. The harsh sound of the rain was worrying him. ‘Nathalie hates the rain,’ he thought to himself. He furrowed his brows and realized that the fact that the woman hated the rain popped up out of his head out of nowhere. Was it a memory? Did he remember that from the past? “Uncle Ken?” Yohan called him again since Johannes did not respond the first time. Johannes then looked at him and messed up his hair. “Come here, bud,” Yohan sat on Johannes’s lap and lowered his face. Yohan rubbed his hands against each other and then looked at Johannes with teary eyes. “Did Mama make a mistake to Uncle Ken?” he asked, crying now. “Yohan is the bad boy because I lied,” “What?” Johannes asked, furrowing his brows now since he could not understand him all too well. Yohan jumped from his seat and took something from his pocket. “Yohan was mad when he learned that you were getting married. I thought
One week had passed since Nathalie and Johannes had a check-up. Nathalie is fine now, but the latter seemed different. Johannes stared at her sleeping figure. He had been doing this for almost a week now. After what he witnessed last time, Johannes always found himself inside her bedroom. Staying beside her while Nathalie cries in her sleep. Johannes could not understand what it was that pulled him to the woman he had lost memories of. Should he open himself for her, or should he cut every string connected to her? Johannes could not decide. "Nathalie... Nathalie Taylor," he muttered *** The chairman handed over the folder to General Smith. He’s a companion he had when he was just starting out, thus, confirming the trust between them. “We had been trying to figure out these cases before... I can’t believe such a young woman could do all these evil things,” “She’s crazy, Smith,” “Are you sure you want to hand it over to us?” General Smith asked the chairman. Miraflores Alej
"You're here again," Yael tried to get up but gave up when she felt an exhausting pain inside her stomach. It was so painful that her eyes teared up. Johannes panicked and ran to her. Worrying, he told Yael, "This is why I always come here. I told you you don't have to get up when I come here. How could you be so stubborn!?" He shouted to the poor woman. Yarl stared at his enraged face and then averted her gaze, "I told you you don't have to come here... you... you found your home, Johannes," "Ken. You gave me that name. Use that," "Johannes—" "Are you really trying to make me mad? Johannes here, Johannes that! I fucking cannot remember anything related to that name, so damn it, just treat me as that penniless Ken before!" Johannes frustratedly told her. Yael had realized her mistake. She stared into his eyes and tried to read his confused emotion. Yael had met Johannes when he was still in the hospital. She assisted Johannes back then, and he had felt indebted to her kindness.
Nathalie’s POV I was about to get inside the mansion when I saw a familiar figure, but I doubt it was him. It would be impossible to see him out of his cave. “Nathalie Taylor!” I turned around and saw Harries waving at me. It had been so long since we last saw each other. She even nagged me because I was behaving unlike myself these past few months. “Harries!” I hugged her, and she kissed me on the cheek. Harries still treats me like a child, really. I motioned her to sit on the chair and asked a waiter to serve us food. “How was your trip?” “Terrible,” I furrowed my brows; this woman loves traveling like how she loves medicine. To hear her condemn her last trio like this, something must have had occurred. She rolled her eyes when a man greeted her with a kiss. Now I get it. Harries must have felt upset with her husband, Loki. He’s a businessman like Johannes though he majored in the medicine industry, the reason why he eventually met my best friend through the same acquaintanc
Cohen’s POV I could swear I never intended to attend this fucking party. There were a lot of familiar faces though I am sure that they didn’t know who I was. Sebastian is doing his thing of introducing me to everyone he knows, which is practically everyone at this event. “Sebastian,” “Hmm? Wait. Mr. Alfredo! Hey! Long time no see. How is it going with the firm?” he chatted with yet another man in a suit. Sebastian seems friendlier than the last time I saw him. I distanced myself a little since it would be a nuisance if he asked me to talk to his acquaintances. I sat by the bar, and the bartender gave me a tequila. I smirked and greeted him with proud eyes. He dares challenge me? Well, I have a pretty high tolerance when it comes to these types of drinks. I was enjoying myself when the host announced that the party was about to start. I could vomit at the sight of the host of this event. What the hell? Is this party about them? Sebastian, you idiot. I should not have mentioned Nath
Cohen’s POV It felt strange waking up on a soft mattress. It had been a long since I last slept in one. I don’t know why it feels empty though this room is not even that big, to begin with. It’s cold, really. Winter is knocking on the corner of this house. I stood up after lazily staring at my ceiling for hours, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me today. It should be another day when I should visit the eatery and cook for them, but for some reason, I picked up my phone and told them I’d have to take a leave for today. When I went to the kitchen, Caleb was already there, cooking breakfast. He glanced at me and smirked, “Fancy seeing you wake up late,” I ignored him and went to make my coffee. He seemed to be in the mood today that he irritated me this early. “Where’s mom?” I sat on the edge of the table as I looked at him over my cup of coffee. Caleb turned around and shrugged his shoulders. I furrowed my brows with that. “You don’t know?” “No, I mean, she asked me
"A party?" Ken just reached home after visiting Yael in the hospital. He did not want to leave her, but his family insisted that he stays at home. Yohan was with a nanny since he wanted to stay beside his mother. Johannes stared at his parents with a confused expression, "What party? Do I have to participate in one?" he asked again, removing his coat. It was snowing outside. The first snow was last night, and the whole city was covered in white the following day. Joaquin and Beatrice smiled at Johannes, "This is to celebrate your return, son," Joaquin said. Ken furrowed his brows and sat on the couch. He stretched his neck. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his parents and shook his head. "I hate parties." "You don't even remember that," Clinton, who came from the entrance, interrupted his cousin's refusal. Clinton gave Beatrice a box of a new set of tea from China. The woman smiled at him and then turned to her son again. "Clinton is right, Johannes," "Ken. I told you to call
Nathalie visited the orphanage again when she felt well. She brought a lot of toys and food that she bought from the market. The kids were happy to see her, chanting the fairy song they had made to dedicate it to her. Nathalie was looking around, and Olivia noticed that she was looking for something, “Are you looking for something, Nathalie?” “Oh, ahm... I... I was just wondering where Yael and Johannes—I mean Ken are,” she shyly replied. She had heard from the nurse that Yael had been discharged, so she assumed that the woman was already feeling better. Nathalie thought they would be here since it seemed like Johannes liked being around the children, but afternoon came, and there was no shadow of him, Yael, or her son. “Yael? Oh dear, you haven’t heard the news yet? She was brought to the city to have medications, her illness relapsed, and she needed better treatment,” Olivia told her. Nathalie was shocked. She could not utter a reply and just forced herself to smile. Nathalie we