Nathalie woke up with the same ceiling she had been seeing every time she opened her eyes. "Ugh," she groaned when she felt her head splitting in half. Why is it that she feels her whole body aching as if a ton of weight is put on her head? "You are awake," Nathalie glanced at the man and was a little stunned to see who that voice belonged to, "Ch-Chairman," she said. The old man sat on the couch beside her bed and smiled at Nathalie. She could not go and greet him properly in her state. "You need not move, hija," he said and even held her hand with his wrinkled ones. The chairman's hand is rough and yet warm... Nathalie stared at his eyes that had been looking at her with such interest and care. "Can I ask why you're here? Where is Johannes?" She asked, remembering the incident that happened before she lost consciousness. Nathalie felt a pang of embarrassment and shame about how she presented herself in front of all those individuals. Her eyes widened, and she stared at the chair
It had been over one year since Nathan died. It created a lot of changes for the few people that know Nathan. Some were sad... happy since he would no longer feel the painful life on earth... some were mad, especially when they learned how unfair things went for the young man. "Still no news about Nathalie?" Johannes asked. When Nathan died, Nathalie went missing. Some say that she gave up her life for not overcome what happened to her brother. Johannes could not look for her since he promised that he would give her the space that she needed. After all, he failed to protect her. *** One year ago... "Will you really be okay?" Johannes was concerned since Nathalie had just finished her rehabilitation, it was a complex and painful treatment, but she managed to overcome it in a shorter length of time. "I will," Nathalie replied. She stared at the tomb where her brother rested. "Will he be happy now?" Johannes pursed his lips. "I... I don't know," he honestly replied. They caught th
Johannes's POV I have thought of this situation multiple times. What will I do if I see her again? Of course, I know I would be happy. I will feel reassured if I will see her just one more time. I will feel satisfied, I just know. But what will I do? I am confident of how I would feel, but not with what comes after it. Will I be obsessed like how I did before? Possessive? Arrogant? Loving? Overprotective? Caring? Ignorant? I don't... know. So as I stare at her right now, gazing at that slight smile on her face. I didn't know what to say, and I just mumbled her name. "Nathalie," it sounded strange and unfamiliar. Why? I thought I would be running to her and hugging her once I saw her, but my body did not move the way I thought it would. My eyes just stare at her as my heart beats with the untangling sensation I am feeling. Man, this is not something I should be poetic about. "Hey, miss me?" I could tell with the way she just talked right now that something had changed tho
The whole company was in an uproar when Nathalie went back to work after a long period of absence. Though many people wanted to criticize her, no one could confront her directly when she announced her stand. "How I managed to get my position back? Well, I am the CEO's fiancee after all," she casually replied to one of the employees who asked her in an attempt to condemn her. Nathalie was not moved nor cared about it at all. But she blatantly replied that, knowing that they would not get tired of asking her until they got something out of her. She figured it out. Johannes was stunned upon hearing the claim, but he did not deny it, adding to the confusion of the employees. They knew that the two had a relationship, but they never thought that their boss was serious with the woman. After all, he had been showing such front to them. Women after women, who would even imagine him settling down? He had that kind of reputation among his employees that they never perceived he would ever g
Life is unpredictable, like a kite playing with the wind on a sunny day. If the wind is too strong, it could snap and fly away.On the other hand, if there is no presence of wind, the kite would not even take flight.The wind is its driving force to go on and soar in the sky, but what if the wind stopped blowing? Or what if the wind blew so hard that the kite could not keep up with it?Nathalie woke up sweating. Her breathing is unstable, and her heart is beating in a rhythm of a drumroll in a hot competition.She gasped as she hit her temple, hoping that the pain it causes will be greater than what she felt inside.It's still chilly as the sun is yet to rise, but the cold sweat on her body keeps on pouring. Her eyes were wet with tears as she covered herself with the soft blanket to hope for warmth from it."I'm fine. You're fine, Nathalie. It's okay," she repeated to herself like a chant. She did it until her heart calmed down and her breathing became stable.She stood up from the be
Clinton kept on calling Johannes's and Nathalie's numbers after the electricity went out, but none of them answered their phone. "How long would it take to be fixed?" The people assigned to the construction of the said repair could not answer him in an instant. It was the first time they encountered such damage. The storm was likely to cause even more damage had they not come early. "Is the office still locked?" One of the employees answered him and nodded. He clucked his tongue. This is why he was against the said upgrade in security. He took the stairs since the elevator was out of order. The electric generator was coincidentally on repair since yesterday, so they could not depend on it. Clinton sighed as he took the stairs, convincing himself that this was an uncalled workout. *** The harsh wind and rain could be vividly seen on the huge glass wall in Johannes's office. Nathalie was just staring at it when a blanket was placed on her shoulder. She was a little surprised since
Johannes's POV It had been a week since I talked with Nathalie. After that day, nothing much changed with how we treated each other. I am her boss, and she is my secretary. "Johannes, Abuelo is coming next week. Any plans?" I looked at Clinton, who informed me of the matter, but I was confused as to why he was telling me this. Is there something important that I need to prepare for? He looked at me with equal confusion before he shifted his weight and gave me a disappointed look n his face. "I knew you were spacing out these past few days, but I can't believe you forgot... you, of all people," he said. What the hell? He simply put the folders he was holding on the table before he spoke up again, "Don't bother me for the rest of the week. I'll be having a visiting Ysabel," he said. I furrowed my brows as it was also news to me. "You made up? Damn it, Clinton, she's still married, isn't she?" I can't really understand why he's clinging onto the woman who chose another man before him
Nathalie stares at her reflection in the whole-body mirror inside her unit. She's wearing a long, dashing, black dress that compliments her pearl-white skin. It was a gift from Johannes. Her hair is curled down to her shoulder. Her makeup is light as she did it herself. When she stared enough, she decided to go out. As if a decade had passed, Johannes rushed to her unit when he saw her door slightly open. He offered her his hand to escort Nathalie. 'Stunning' is the only word that came to mind when he saw the woman. He knew that Nathalie's beauty surpassed that of the ordinary, but seeing her dress up always caught him off guard. She would always give him a different definition of beauty. The small pearl earring he gave her this morning looked alluring when paired with the pearl choker and butterfly necklace he saw for the first time. "Nathalie-" "Woahh! Is that Nathalie? You look amazing as always," Johannes turned his head in the direction of the voice he had not heard for a lon
“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