Marissa's POVI stopped Mr. Montero's car in front of his mansion's gate. The guards who were guarding the gates became alerted due to their recognition of Mr. Montero's car. When I looked at him, his eyes were still fixated on the road. He was frustrated, I observed.I almost rolled my eyes. Why would he be the one to be frustrated when he ruined his anticipated date?"Sir?" I tried to catch his attention. "You are home.""Then tell the guards to drive my car inside," he said and opened the car door without even consulting me. "Goodbye..." And slammed it shut my face.What an attitude you have, you monster!Just like what he asked me to do, I asked the guards to drive his car inside the mansion. I merely contacted a taxi driver through the Grab App, so I could go home now.I am so, so, so tired that I vowed to myself that I will sleep. Even in the taxi, I was already yawning. I withdrew my cell phone and tried to call Grandma to check on what could be her dinner since I was already d
Diego's POVDamn, what was that?I blinked repeatedly as I looked at the screen where my secretary just dropped my call. She even raised her voice at me! How could she do that when I am having my crucial times here?Do I have to marry her or not?I paced back and forth currently inside my study with the storm of my thoughts. It was so silent yet so loud in my head. I could not forget how I was bothered by how Ms. Dela Cruz described me and how he memorized every good and bad that I had in myself. On the other hand, I must say that she does not have a pleasant socioeconomic status and position in society. It means... she is just ordinary. Her candidates were good choices, but they would only try their best to please me and exploit my marriage with them for their status to elevate.Argh, this is driving me nuts!I have to ask the expert.I dialed Tito George's number. After three rings, he answered and greeted me with his annoying chuckle. I thought he was laughing at me, but when I he
Marissa's POVI did not attend to my office work and to regard what my boss was thinking. As long as I submit my excuse letter for my absence at work, I don’t have to worry about him anymore. Not to mention that he is mad at something that has to do with me that I have no idea whatsoever.I have no time for him, anyway, right now. My grandmother is more important than anything or anyone. Nica has been a thoughtful, caring, and loving best friend ever since we were in college. She never got tired of proving that even until now we have jobs. She was also the one who I ran to when my grandmother was unconscious and who was with me here in the hospital. For the past few days, she always brings fruits and offers to help me take care of my grandmother. "Thank you so much," I said to her when we both went to Starbucks and purchased our coffees. "I would have died in a panic if you did not show up when my grandmother collapsed. You are one of a kind, Nica."Nica sipped on her coffee and pro
Marissa's POVI lowered my head and thanked him, while he merely tapped my shoulder and left me in the hallway. My hands clenched at the sides of the paper I am holding.The bill amounts exceeded my salary over the years as a company secretary. It is only for the rich ones; not for the poor folks like me. I had savings, of course, but I don’t think it is ultimately enough.But I cannot just let my grandmother die easily. It would also be the death of me. Who will be there for me if she’s gone? She’s the only family I have right now, and I can’t bear for her to disappear in my life.“Is it delicious?” I asked her while I was spooning her with the soup I prepared for her after the conversation I had with her doctor.“Thank you, darling,” my grandmother said and smiled.I stared at her while she was fixing the blanket. She had dark circles underneath her weak eyes. The bones of her face were already lined in obvious patterns. She has gotten so thin, even though it has still not been a we
Marissa's POV“Because I find my reason as confidential, and I find you not very caring and sensitive in everyone’s reason, sir,” I explained. “Am I not right on that factor?"He tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “You are only reckoning that I am a heartless person, Miss Dela Cruz," he said.“Are you not?”He did not speak instantly and thinned his lips. I remained unfazed and did not even regret telling what I thought.Before one of us could even utter a word, the elevator opened again and all of the people inside started to withdraw one by one, until the two of us were alone. I immediately stepped back away from him and noticed that I was chasing my breath. I was breathless when we were closed, and it was just awkward. I have to admit that.“I am not used to not having you around in my office, Miss Dela Cruz,” he muttered when he straightened up as if that was the truth he was holding back from himself. “I need you there. When your absence became frequent, I had to admit that I
Marissa's POVI hung my mouth in response to him. I actually did not expect him to answer that since it was too absurd and surreal. What does he mean that he wants to marry me? What about the list of perfect ladies that I prepared for him so he could pick whom he has discerned?Am I on the list? No, I am not! I am his secretary!At first, I laughed it off and then paused when he did not laugh like me. So he must be serious then! I dropped my jaw and started shaking my head.Due to the surprise I was still savoring, I found myself being dragged away by Mr. Montero from the elevator as there were next passengers who wanted to ride and we did not want to be nuisances. He gently guided me out of the hospital and went to the garden with the sunset to end the day. His back was still turned to me as he let go of my hand gently.“Mr. Montero,” I mumbled and blinked repeatedly, almost laughing out of fun. “What were you talking about? You want me to be your.... woah... do you even hear yoursel
Marissa's POV“What do I get from this, then?” I said and crossed my arms. My forehead held high, ready to negotiate on his offer. “What if I approve to be your wife?”The hope in his eyes was evident, so he straightened up as if he were going to war. “Anything you want. Tell me your price and I will negotiate," he said. I squinted my eyes and pouted for a minute, meaningfully trying to make him wait to create suspense. “Fine,” I answered and nodded slowly. “I will send an email to you tonight. I want a contract for me to be assured that you will pay my price. On that contract, I will input my conditions to be followed during my participation on your contract."“I will make the contract as soon as you give me an email,” he said and smirked. “Are you going to work tomorrow, then? That only means you are not going to be absent, right?"I almost furrowed my eyebrows as I saw slight enthusiasm. Why does he care if I go to work? If this is any other case and he is not asking for my help,
Marissa's POVAm I doing the right thing, though?I looked at the massive building where I work from the outside after I got out of the taxi this morning - the VC Holdings Inc. Montero's Corporation is the largest building among the others in the city. I still remember how I nervously walked inside the building for the first time three years ago when I conducted an interview inside before I was accepted as the CEO’s secretary.When I got the position, all I could think about was to make my grandmother and myself proud. I promised myself that after I gained enough experience and skills, I would go abroad to earn more money and have the grandiose and successful career I want to have in life. But for some reason, now I am walking inside the building with the same nervousness and awkward walk. It is not because I will have an interview again, though. I am now in the building to finalize the contract Mr. Montero and I made. A contract that I do not know if it would change my life or not s