"D-dad?"
It was the first word that came out of my mouth when I completely saw him and confirmed that it was him. My mouth parted in shock as I stared at him dumbfounded, he too, was shocked seeing me here.
"Damn," I heard Francis cuss.
Beside dad were two familiar people I knew so well. Of course, I knew them, because they were with Dion before. They were the ones who were always with him to check and guard on him, ready to rescue if something happened.
It was no other than Nurse Stell and Daniel.
"W-what are you d-doing here?" I asked in a quivering voice.
Daniel and Nurse Stell shared a look and it was as if they were caught up in an act and they would surely be on an execution. Ideas then started circling in my mind, I looked at Gin who was still asleep on his bed, to Francis who was still cussing, to Nurse Stell and Daniel who looked as if everything has finally ended, and to dad who looke
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's I wasn't aware of how long have I been crying, all I knew was it was already dark when I decided to change my position from lying on my side while hugging a pillow to lay properly. My head spun the moment I moved and I knew exactly why; this happened whenever I was crying too much. I surely needed water because of dehydration. But my body seemed tired although all I did was cry for hours, or I don't even know if it's been hours since I came home and cried. I lost count of the time, I didn't even know if I fell asleep or not. My head also felt heavy and I knew I wouldn't be able to stand for long, otherwise, I'll collapse. My phone vibrated but I didn't mind it. I don't even know where it was, I just felt its vibration. Just like what I've stated before, I don't entertain anything whenever I was down and all I want was just to be alone and lock myself in my room. The vibration continues and I closed my ey
"Dion?" "Yes, sweetheart. Yes, it's me. Dionysus Dausel, your man, your beloved, your first love. I'm alive, sweetheart. I'm here now, I'm back." The moment I heard that, tears fell even more from my eyes, and my heart swell in happiness despite the pain I was still feeling. It was as if something in me has been pieced back and now I felt complete, and despite the pain he caused me, I hugged him tight and buried my face on his chest. When I felt his arms wrapped securely around me, I cried even more. This is what I've been waiting for, what I've been longing for. For the past years, I was yearning for his presence. His embrace was what I needed on a cold night, his arms that would cuddle me until I fall into a deep slumber were what I wanted after a long exhausting day. And now that he was here, I couldn't explain the joy that enveloped my heart. The pain I was feeling was temporarily forgotten and all that I could think
"Zhanaia, what the hell is your problem? I can't understand you anymore! I don't know what's your problem, you've been like this for almost a week. You know, if you are mad at me, say it! At least, I know what you feel and why you are doing all of these. Not like this when I don't have any damn idea for what the fuck this bullshit is!" "Don't shout at her and don't cuss her, you moron!" The two started exchanging lines on heat while I sighed heavily, still hearing Dion's voice in my head as he finally got full of my mood swings. Even I doesn't know what was happening to me anymore, my mood was changing from time to time and I don't know why as well, so, he couldn't get any answer from me too which only added up to his frustration. He was right for saying that I've been like this for almost a week now. One time, I was jolly and as if the world around me does not face any difficulties; then next, I was grumpy and annoyed over so
Gin Montero/Dionysus Dausel's I didn't know what to do anymore. My head was aching and I was getting frustrated than ever with her sudden change of moods. One time, she was hyper and jolly, as if nothing happened between us, she would talk to me without any hint of anger in her eyes; next, she's grumpy over something that wasn't big deal but she made it as one; then, she's back at being jolly again; and then on and on, her mood would change from time to time. Her behavior was exhausting. Dealing with different atmosphere she brought in one day wasn't a piece of cake, especially since no one knew what was running on her pretty head. Even her brother was confused, all of us doesn't know what's with her and she kept on being like that for days. Was it because she was playing with me because she wanted to get even? Or she has a period or something about women? I don't know. If she would just tell me why was she being like that, I would understan
Francis and I decided to go back to Holiday Inn to change and eat for lunch. I decided to go since I knew Zhanaia wasn't in the mood again to talk to me and it would do me no good if I would stay there longer. My frustration with Zhanaia could lead us into another misunderstanding and I didn't want that to happen, hence I went with Francis. While in the shower, my mind wandered back to the days when Zhanaia still knew me as Gin. It wasn't included in the plan that she would meet me on my new identity, I was really planning on meeting her again but it happened so fast and I wasn't aware that she was in Miró Coffee that day. And when I accidentally bumped into her again, the first thing that came to my mind was to pretend that I didn't know her. Hence, all of these happened. I would explain everything to her, including what happened to me during those eight years that I've been away and the reason why I didn't come back immediately to fulfill m
"Ah, fuck! That was good," "One more?" A smirk made its way on my lips as the woman who was flaunting her Aphrodite body to everyone suggested for another round. It was already night time and we'd been in this place for hours now, sexing and drinking, although I was controlling myself to drink more because of my damn Brain Hemorrhage. It was Francis who was enjoying the most, banging from woman to woman. Of course, I made sure that these women we were fucking with were safe from STDs. For a while, I forgot everything, my confusion, and frustration, Zhanaia's mood swings. Whenever the thought of her tries to come into my mind, I would fuck someone hard. We were in a stripper and fuck party, according to Francis. He found it through a friend and decided to come with me, given that we were both in trouble with our love lives. And coming here wasn't a bad idea at all, I was having fun until now. Because this is
"W-what the hell?" My mind was in haywire, my brain was as if a loading page on a computer screen because of a poor internet connection. What dad said was slowly being digested in my mind and I was still trying to understand it and asking myself if I heard it right or my ears were just playing games with me. Zhanaia might be pregnant and she's missing. Then my mind came back on those nights we shared in Hongkong, it was when he still knew me as Gin Montero when she was still clueless about everything. We made love several times and we didn't use protection even once. Although I was still battling with Brain Hemorrhage, I was sexually healthy, and knowing Zhanaia's health was fine as well, it wouldn't be impossible if we were able to create life inside her without knowing it. Suddenly, all the energy left my body and I felt drained. I searched for something to support me and my cousin immediately guided me to sit on the si
Caroline Joy Luex's The moment I received the call and was informed that Zhanaia was missing, I immediately talked with my manager to compress my schedule so I could go back to Switzerland as soon as possible. And because I was still on a verge of debuting as a Hollywood actress and I needed to be careful with my actions, it took us a couple of days to finalize my schedule and be able to have a one-week break. "Caroline, be sure to come back here after a week. We are so close to your debut, we can't mess this one up." I nodded, "Noted that, manager. We've been through a lot to reach this moment, I won't disappoint you." My manager nodded and gave me a peck on the cheek before closing the door of my rented car that would bring me to the airport. Hanna, my personal assistant followed and the driver maneuvered the car towards the airport. I watched as the set started arranging the equipments we used for a one-week break.&n
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's"Mom, is dad coming home early tonight?"I looked at Louis, Gin and I's seven years old son who looked so adorable with his coconut-style hair and the bangs were on the side. I stared at him for a while as he put his elbow on my legs as a support for his weight while looking at me, waiting for my answer.Dom Louis C. Montero got his father's ocean blue eyes, the shape of his nose, and lips. He only got my brownish hair and some attitudes, but aside from that, he resembled Gin in everything. I remember my husband's face when he realized that Louis looked like him as he grow up, he was sulking by then."Argh, I actually wished to have an eldest daughter who would look like you, not the other way around. I don't want you to see anyone who looks like me,""Wow, Gin, are you jealous of our son?"I was bemused when he crossed his arms on his chest while pouting and that's when I realized he was indeed jealous of our son. Oh
Dionysus Dausel/Gin Montero's"Good morning, Mr. Montero, your meeting will start in five minutes.""Noted about that, Karen. Please, inform my wife that I might come home late. And remind her to take care and not to move around too much,""Will do that, Sir. Anything else?""Thank you but that's all. You may go back to your desk now."Karen, my secretary nodded as she stepped out of my office. When she was out of my sight, I took a deep breath and stared at the screen of my laptop where spreadsheet after spreadsheet and documents after documents were open. The spreadsheets were about financial reports while the documents were mostly proposals and contract drafts.As the years passed by, Gracious Express did good, and now we have hundreds of branches around the globe. It was all about hard work and of course, teamwork with Francis who was the co-CEO, and the other members of the company. My wife also contributed with this one,
CHAPTER 52If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one.But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves.Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars.Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by t
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's It has been a couple of months now since I was discharged from the hospital and since everything happened. It has been a couple of months as well since I gave Gin the last chance and told him that my forgiveness wouldn't be that easy to get this time. When I was discharged from the hospital, he was left since he still needed to be monitored, but after three days, he was discharged as well, and then his courtship, well, according to him, started. My family didn't seem to be surprised with his actions, daily visits with flowers, and all that things that suitors usually brought. Though he was only giving me artificial flowers as I told him to do because when he gave me a fresh rose, I felt nausea. My pregnancy hormones didn't like its smell. I also noticed how he became close with Zhairo and I found out that Gin already explained everything to him and Zhairo was now giving him chance as well. They were back to their clos
"You sure about this, Gin?" Francis asked when I told him my plan. I nodded without hesitation and sighed in resign, "If you say so," "Just do it, Francis, and then leave the rest to me. I want to make this right before proving to Zhanaia that I am now ready to start a new life with her and our baby. One where there were no secrets, one where we would talk about things first and won't decide hastily without talking to each other." "Woah, you are being too deep now. Is that really what babies do to men? Aside from love, babies are what make us more responsible and mature?" I shrugged, "Maybe, yes, because that's what happening to me now." "Then, I'll wait for the time when I will finally become a better person because of a baby." "You don't need to have a baby to be a better person though, you can do it now." He shook his head, "I'm still enjoying being a jerk, sleeping and dating
Dionysus Dausel's/Gin Montero's Zhanaia was someone I never deserved to have, yet heaven gave her to me, and here I was, hurting her in more ways than one. Yet, despite everything that I did, she still gave me chances that I didn't deserve any more. But this time, with her tone, I knew she wasn't joking around. She was serious that this would be the last chance she was giving to fix everything about us. And I should start fixing my shits, it would be better as well to make sure that Ayana won't come in our way anymore. Though it was clear to her that there wasn't anything going on between us, it was clear to her that what happened at the sex party doesn't mean anything. But then, it would be better to make sure that she won't come and cause conflict with us anymore. I looked at Zhanaia who was now eating another set of waffles. Her family left food in the refrigerator for her, mostly sweets because that was what she was craving during her pr
We were seated across each other for a while now. He was in the wheelchair while I was on the bed. No one talked, no one said even a single word, we were in pure silence, only our breathing could be heard. We were both waiting for each other to talk but looked like it would be me who's going to talk first as I couldn't bear the silence anymore. And with that, I took a deep breath and broke the silence. "First and foremost, how should I address you?" I asked which caught him off guard. He blinked, "H-huh?" "How should I call you? I met you eight years ago as Dion and now, I met you again as Gin. You have told me that your former identity has been dissolved, therefore you shouldn't be called Dion but why was dad still calling you like that?" Realization registered on his face as he got what I was trying to say. He took a deep breath and leaned back, tilting his head on the side as he looked at me. "People nowa
Caroline's words then played in my head as if on an old tape. Gin was confined in the room next to mine because his Brain Hemorrhage attacked again. And then slowly, my mind came back to what he said when we talked about what happened to him during those eight years that we were away. He said that he didn't want to come back knowing he might be attacked with his illness and there was a possibility that he would leave me again because of it. That was why he decided not to contact me anymore but then Destiny played with him and we met again out of plan. Instantly, the pain and anger I was feeling melted again and I felt the urge to see him. I told my parents about it but they just looked at me, silent for a while then shook their heads. "What? But why? I want to see him, he's just in the room next to mine, please, let me see him." I pleaded. And it was Zhairo who spoke to tell me, "Visitors are not yet allowed, Zhanaia. He
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's I woke up and instantly, the smell of medicine evaded my nostrils and the white, blank ceiling of the hospital room welcomed me. Then slowly, what happened before I lost consciousness came back to me and played in my head repeatedly. And the pain of seeing Dion enjoying the kiss of Ayana stabbed me again but it wasn't the one that made me jolt up and didn't mind the sudden spin of my surroundings. The scene when I saw blood dripping down from my thighs horrified me and I went cold in nervousness. I looked at my tummy as I put my hand on it and looked around to ask for help but no one was around. But it didn't take long before the hospital door swung open and dad entered. And immediately, I stood up, didn't minding the dextrose on my arm. "Dad, help me! My baby!" I exclaimed in pure nervousness. A nurse came with him and guided me back on the bed but I was insisting for dad to help me because the thou