Third Person's POV“Yes, Brylle. I meant it. If you are busy, you can just decline-““No, no, I am always free for you,” he cut her off. “So what is the time and the location of the restaurant? So I can clear my schedule.”And she felt relieved that she did the first big step...Marissa watched her grandma enjoying what she had been doing for all her life inside the apartment and felt so grateful that she still had a family. From what she knows, her father disappeared a long time ago before she was even born, while her mother died after she was born.When she heard that story when she was still a teenager, it felt like she was a living unfortunate being. But her grandmother always reminded her to remain strong, because she is notable more than she thinks.After dinner, Marissa spent her whole night doing her project at work ---- to find women her boss could date. Her grandmother was watching a comedy show on a television in the living area, while she was on the single couch holding he
Third Person's POV “What’s my favorite food?” Diego asked casually, keeping his cool while driving.“Uhhhh…” Marissa was caught off guard by the question but still answered it. “Pasta and shrimp.”Woah, why is Diego Montero asking about his favorite food right now? This is... absurd.Even though confused, Marissa stashed her cell phone and regarded Diego completely because he seemed to continue his game of questions. She does not have a choice but to answer all of them.“What about my favorite sports?” he asked again.She arched her eyebrow. “Boxing and, if it is considerable, shooting," she answered.“Hobby?"“Swimming and working out.”He squinted his eyes and tilted his head while his eyes were on the road. “When do you know that I am angry?”“If you ask me for your gun, and then we instantly go to the shooting range.”“And when I am happy?”“Receiving and signing contracts with the companies you desire to have partnerships with.”Diego paused from asking questions and licked his
Third Person's POV"So, Mr. Montero, what do you want to eat for the two of us?"That is when Diego realized that the woman was still holding his hand. He looked at her and then removed his hand away from her grip. He tried to bestow a small smile on his face even though his obvious furrowing eyebrows said otherwise."What is your name again? Lawyer Thea, right?" Diego asked."Oh, no. You can call me Theresa, Mr. Montero," the woman said.Whatever, he thought and almost became rude in attitude, but he was not comfortable showing it, though. He is very discreet and keen on what he displays of himself in public, and he does not want to ruin it just because he is annoyed by Secretary Dela Cruz."Nice meeting you, Lawyer Geronimo," Diego said, refusing the offered casualty by the beautiful lady. "Why don't we sit down and order some food?"The lawyer nodded. As a gentleman, Diego went to her chair and pulled it so she could sit down. While doing so, he gazed again at Marissa and the man h
Third Person's POV"Hey," the lady answered. "Ummm, yeah. The date was pretty devastating and disappointing. The rumors were true. Diego Montero was uninterested in relationships..."Marissa became active in listening when she realized that it was Lawyer Theresa Geronimo who was talking because of the mention of her boss' name."He did not even make an effort to look at me in the eye. He just asked basic questions, but that was it. It was just like a formal meeting rather than a romantic date that I expected!" the lawyer ranted. "Well, yes, the secretary was there. She told me beforehand that the CEO is looking for a wife. I do not think it was true because he barely even talked to me! Argh! This is so annoying, especially when he was just silent all the time!"What?! What does she mean he was barely interested in her?! Mr. Montero was even enthusiastic while he was checking the portfolio a while ago in his office, and now, he did not even try to know her more?! What is wrong with him
Third Person's POV"Isn't it your job as a lawyer to justify facts rather than opinions? Then I must say that you are not applying it in real life and easily judge people without justice that you work on," she said lastly before she turned her back and did not pay any respect. "Hey! Take back what you said! Don't you know me? I am Lawyer Theresa Geronimo, so who are you to talk down on me when you are just a poor, disgusting secretary? Hey!"Yes, Marissa talks badly about Diego Montero to her close associates, but it feels uncomfortable to hear absurd insults from other people. She knows him better, so it is only her job to contradict it when there is false information.When she got out of the restaurant, she instantly looked around to see her boss. As she walked, she then saw him leaning against the car door of his Mercedes Benz. He was kicking small rocks on the ground, serious and focused. She sighed before approaching him."Sir," she called him, but he did not even lift his head
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 POVFor five years, I only wanted to take care of Lilith, my daughter, as we left the Philippines to start a new life and a new career. After my grandmother died last year, I knew that I had to be strong for the steering wheel that I had been controlling all my life to be steady. Grandma was the reason I wanted to live for a long time. Now, it was Lilith. "Mom, I told you that I wanted to play in the park with my nanny. Why would you not let me?" Lilith said as she stomped her little feet under the dining table.I turned to her while fixing the valuable things inside my bag. Her nanny, on the other hand, was helping her eat breakfast. My beautiful daughter was looking up at me while pouting her lips. Her hair was already done into ponytails and is currently wearing the dress I just bought for her in the mall."No," I said and smiled at her. "The park is too dangerous, my love. You have to understand me.""Nanny! Help me!" she said and then looked at Nanny Elisa. Nanny Elis
Marissa’s POV I could feel the discrete and watchful stares of Nica and Brylle in front of me. I was just staring at the hot coffee inside a huge mug in front of me. They made sure I ate today, even though it was not a lot. It already satisfied them that I had something in my stomach. “I know you won’t open up to us,” Nica said in the middle of the deafening silence. “But I want you to know that Brylle and I will be here for you.” My eyes slowly darted on both of them. They were beside each other and their hands underneath were obviously intertwined just by the visual of their hands together. The only thing that was separating us was the dining table. Currently, we are in the dining area in front of me. The night was still young. “I am leaving tomorrow,” I started with a lump on my throat, but my eyes are already tired from crying. “And I don’t know if I will be back.” “What?” Brylle exclaimed. “What do you mean?” “Madame Margarita was the primary reason why my contract with Di
Marissa’s POV“Brylle! Oh, my goodness! What happened to you?!” Nica exclaimed in shock.The moment I let her inside the apartment, Nica rushed to Brylle who was caressing the white plaster on his right cheek. She was pressing his wound, while he kept telling her that it was alright. I could not help but furrow my eyebrows at how they care for each other. I can see it. “Marissa,” Nica mumbled my name and stood up so he could face me. “Who did this to him?”I crossed my arms after I locked the door of the living room. “It was Diego Montero,” I answered. “I am sorry.”Her expression changed from a serious one to a concerned one. The moment she did that, I already retreated. I shook my head.“We can talk tomorrow. For now, you should rest together with Brylle. Spend the night. I already prepared everything in my grandmother’s room. You can use it,” I said. “I’ll go to my room now.”I did not let her speak anymore and turned my back on them already. I could feel her stares following me
Marissa's POV"If I could follow the contract, he would answer all of the hospital bills for my grandmother. I will also go to New York and have my dream job. In that way, I would reach my dreams and make my grandmother feel better," I explained."Marissa," he mumbled, and felt his hands on my shoulder. "Why did you not tell me? I could have helped you.""No," I said and shut my eyes. "I could never dare to involve you and Nica in my problems. You have done everything for me, and I would be ashamed to reach out to you.""Why would you even think about that? You are important to Nica and to me. If you didn't like Diego, you could have just reached out to us. How dare you think it would be shameful! Oh, goodness, Marissa. I am so sorry you have to put up with that situation."Before I could even completely react, he had already pulled me for a warm and tight embrace. The sadness and loneliness have already pent up inside my heart, making me sob against his chest as I feel his hand at th
Marissa’s POV“You said you wanted to talk to me,” I said coldly as I watched the stars above me with deadpan eyes. “I am free tomorrow. You can bring Brylle over. I will text where.”I heard Nica inhale sharply. “Brylle would be grateful to talk to you,” she mumbled from the other line. He said he wanted closure.”“I know,” I said and looked down at the pavement. “I also need that, too.”The silence stretched as we shared it through the lines of our cellphones. I bit my lower lip as I realized that I had just killed my pride by deciding to talk to Brylle and Nica. Maybe I was also too hard on both of them over the years I was friends with them. Nica maybe was right. I was selfish and self-entitled.The call briefly ended. My sightseeing through the stars prolonged and I was too drowned in them that I barely recognized how late the night was already.Or maybe because I was still recalling how Madame Margarita and I negotiated that I will have to cut my connection with Diego. Because w
Diego’s POVI played with the red wine inside my glass as Tito George and Ms. Zeana Tan were talking business in front of me. The customers inside the restaurant were filling my ears, but I barely cared about the conversations surrounding me. Only the words of Marissa were circling around my mind, repeating, again and again.She will never love me.She doesn't love me.And I should stop dreaming.Then were her smiles when she was in Palawan with me all fake? Was she just pretending that she was genuinely happy with me?“Hey, Diego…”I snapped out when I felt my uncle’s hand on my shoulder, shaking me a bit. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me and parting his lips, bestowing confusion across his face.“Are you okay? You look like you're occupied,” he concluded.“O-Oh,” I exclaimed and noticed that the both of them were just watching me thinking deeply. I had to clear my throat and straightened up while sitting on my chair. “What… Uh, I was not catching up. Where are we?”“We are talkin
Marissa’s POVMy eyes stayed on the cup of hot lemon tea being poured by the maid, but I could still sense how Madame Margarita was staring at me suspiciously. When the maid transferred to her cup, I raised my eyes to her again. She squinted her eyes, while I still instilled my deadpan stare. “I will still not believe that you intend to not marry Diego after you said yes to him,” she said. “If so, what made you change your mind? Were you scared because I did not approve of you?” “No,” I confidently said. “I was willing to win you over.”“You will not win me.”“I know,” I also agreed, making her left eyebrow raise. “That is why retreating to the marriage would also be a good thing.”“I see where you are going.”“And I also know that you are only faking your illness,” she said. “You don’t have cancer.”Because of what I revealed, she flinched a little bit and was motionless for a minute. She tried to not make it obvious, but when she tried to open her mouth, it was trembling. In the e
Marissa’s POVJust by the mention of Brylle’s name, I had to face her and slap her in the face. I heard Ms. Gonzaga gasp because of what I did. Nica ticked her jaw and held the cheek I just slapped. She glared at me. “Stop talking to me as if we are okay!” I whispered loudly. “We were not okay the moment you stabbed me in the back. And what did you say? Brylle wants to talk to me. After what the both of you has done to me?” “That is why I want to “But I cut her off again. “And would you also deny that you scattered rumors about me just because I married my boss? Did you enjoy the fact that the employees where I work are talking behind my back? Have you always been threatened by me?!”“Yes!” Nica inhaled sharply and widened her eyes hugely because of the frustration that was pent up within her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath tremblingly. When she opened them again, there were already tears pooling at its sides. “I hated the fact that the man I love was in love with my
Marissa’s POV“Thank you for your time joining me tonight, Ms. Dela Cruz,” Ms. Zeana Tan said to me when she dropped me off at the hospital. “I hope I did not waste it.”“I am even grateful towards you, ma’am, for choosing me as your company,” I said and smiled. “Is your husband not going to be mad at you for being late, ma’am?”She arched her eyebrow with a slight smile. “It is funny that you think I have a husband,” she said. “I am still single and not planning to marry anytime soon!”My eyes widened in fractions and panicked. “Oh, my god. I am so sorry. I did not know,” I said.“Don’t worry. I am not offended. Everyone, though, assumes the same.”“Who would not, ma’am? One, I think you are very beautiful, intelligent, wealthy, and successful. It is an obvious fact that many people would admire you, especially men!” I exclaimed.Ms. Zeana Tan only meaningfully smiled, like what I said was just a big deal to her. She stared at me for long. I wanted to avoid my gaze because she migh