There was chaos in that place."Come here, Beautiful!" Marvin pulled Monica's hair out of the cage."Aaah.. ouch! I'm in pain, what the heck?" the woman screamed."That darn gay is dangerous. I told Almira we should have killed him," Marvin said as he gagged Monica with a cloth.The woman couldn't speak as Marvin dragged her. She was put in the car, her head covered with a sack.Meanwhile, Monte didn't notice Marvin's departure. He saw his grandfather barely breathing, and Jeremy lay dead beside him.Rescuers quickly approached, providing oxygen to the old man on a stretcher.Harry searched the entire area for his wife. "Monicaaaaa! Monicaaaaa!!!!" he shouted."Monica isn't here?" Harry asked after getting his grandfather out and into the ambulance."She's not here," Harry scratched his head, "where should I look for my wife?""Sir, there's no one else here," said a police officer with them."Men, put the dead in the truck; it seems there's no life left in the people here," the chief o
"Let me go!" Monica shouted at Rizza."You beast, you have a tracker!" Rizza pulled her by the hair, almost ripping her scalp.She cried in pain, unable to resist and forced to follow Rizza's direction. They passed by numerous casualties, some lifeless."Rizza!" Almira called, "Have you seen that monster? Come on, let's escape!""I can't, I can't leave them," Rizza refused, handing Almira something. "Hold onto this!""Rizza!!!" Almira pleaded as she was dragged by the hair. "Please don't!""Stick together. No one gets left behind! Even if it costs my life to help them!""But..." Almira couldn't speak as Rizza pushed her."Almira!!!" Almira fell to the ground as Rizza's forceful push let go of Monica.They witnessed Rizza being shot repeatedly until she fell.Hurriedly, Harry approached Monica, embracing his wife tightly."Love!" Harry hugged her, removing his jacket and putting it on her. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are swollen.""I'm okay, love. Thank God you found me," she tearfully
Monte continued to gaze at his grandfather's grave. The influence of money was evident; no issues about their lives surfaced. They were well-known in the business industry, like a celebrities. However, due to media payment, no articles could be published anywhere.He mourned in silence, accompanied by friends and Lovie.He remembered feeling the same when Erica was buried. Everything he loved disappeared, taken away from him. Was he such a cursed person?Tears flowed uncontrollably until people dispersed. Only he and his friends remained. Monica cried inconsolably. They loved the old man for his kindness. Harry was beside her, comforting his wife. Bernard stayed close to Marie, their relationship still unconfirmed but apparent to him.He noticed Lovie, eyes closed, leaning on his shoulder. What happened between them back then?***Flashback***He was outside the room when he noticed a girl carrying a lot of stuff. He decided to help her, and as he saw the books, he couldn't resist askin
His cellphone rang. It was Monica."Oh, how are you?" he greeted her.'Are you busy?'"Not really, why?"'Good, I'm in the elevator. Bye.'"This girl is really weird," he murmured, shaking his head.It had been two months since his grandfather passed away, and it was the first time he would see Monica again after she was taken by her parents to another country to unwind. They had talked on the phone, and Monica seemed anxious in their last conversation. Perhaps she couldn't wait to share her stories.The door opened, and there was Monica. She was wearing pants and a blouse, an outfit she rarely wore when meeting him. She was a fashionista."Monte," she looked serious."Why?" he asked."I'm sorry," she hugged him, and he felt her wet clothes."Why are you crying?" he patted her back. He guided her to sit on the sofa in his office's corner. He grabbed tissues and water from the mini fridge. "Have a drink first.""I couldn't tell you right away," she took a breath. "Almira confessed ever
"Wait... what am I doing here?" he asked as he stood up. He looked at his body, he was naked "Who undressed me?"Lovie stopped the cart beside him and sat facing him. "It's me. You were vomiting a lot last night. Bernard was a bit drunk too. Luckily, my friends and I happened to be there and saw you."He held his head; the pain seemed to intensify. "Where are my clothes?""Just got washed. I'll get them later. You want to eat?" she smiled before leaving his side and heading to a table with two chairs.She set the table, presenting the food she brought. Everything was arranged neatly, like in a restaurant. He remembered his wife. 'My wife used to be this meticulous, especially when it comes to setting things up. Some women probably share similar gestures, especially if educated.'"Let's eat," she smiled. He couldn't leave his seat as he was undressed. "Oh, I'm sorry..." the woman took something from the closet, "here, wear this robe for now."He turned away while putting on the robe. Sh
"Seven years swiftly passed. Ericka sat in a chair facing the ocean. The resort she bought has made significant progress, largely due to her savings. She managed to grow the business she inherited, now overseeing a restaurant.She hired staff from the cooperative she established for the locals. Only the manager, supervisor, and HR knew her as the owner; others believed she was a financial advisor and cooking trainer.Her business thrived for three years, having been sold at a low price by the previous owner who couldn't make it profitable. In her business experience, she found that success comes with dedicating time.When she planned to work abroad and left Manila, her plans changed upon discovering relatives in the Bicol region. Witnessing the hardships, she suggested establishing a cooperative. Her funds became the foundation, earning trust from many.Lost in thought, children approached her—a girl and two boys, around six years old."You're playing in the water again," she greeted
She observed her sleeping children in the same room, realizing that she needed to expand their home due to their growing size. Construction had already begun on her new house next to the resort. Each child would soon have their own room.It had been seven years since she left Monte without a word. She chose to relocate to the province, far from her former neighbors.Fortunately, Felipe, the old bank manager, came to her aid. He was the first person she called upon leaving. Perhaps due to his deep affection for her, he resigned to assist her. Knowing they wouldn't be together romantically, he was content to see her every day and even wanted to acknowledge her children, despite her resistance.The kids grew up calling him "daddy," leading others to assume he was their father. Felipe met a tragic end when he returned to Manila. On his way back, a truck collided with his vehicle, and he was pinned by a mixer, resulting in his immediate death.They wept together like a family, and it felt
The flow of their day looks good. She left for a meeting with investors, leaving Jerome in charge of the guests. She gained valuable insights from the San Miguel company, applying them effectively. Jerome's communication skills and quick learning proved to be a significant asset.Foreign investors arrived to discuss the hotel and rental apartment expansion plans. Considering the demand for comfortable workspaces due to the rise in remote work, she decided to offer bed spacing. Her experience served as a solid training ground, and with trusted employees by her side, introducing herself to the investors felt timely.Impressing both male and female investors, she didn't entertain any ulterior motives when shaking hands."Miss Ricka, you are so smart and beautiful. How come you do not have a husband?" asked Mr. Sully, a renowned businessman."That is not my priority, sir," she smiled. "I want to build a company that supports all my employees and charities.""You are so kind-hearted," Mr.