"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
It has been days since I went away from home and hid myself from everyone. I said to myself that I did this because I wanted to have space and time to think about what happened. About Dion's pretending and my sudden mood swings, why I wasn't feeling any pain towards him when that's what I should have felt. During the days I've been alone and the times I spent in this room, the unusual things that were happening to me continued and I was getting more confused each day. Today, when I woke up, I felt dizzy and it was as if I wanted to puke, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. Something was on my stomach, I felt like I wanted to puke everything inside it out but I couldn't. I've been lying on the bed for half a day now and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. Even eating seemed to be tiring, my body felt heavy and I couldn't stand a minute standing. I didn't know what was happening to me anymore. I was thinking that I might have an il
"Zhanaia, you are pregnant. You are carrying our child." I read the text message again and again until it I was reciting it nonstop in my head. The moment the content registered on my brain, it was as if someone tossed a melted ice bucket in my whole being. I halted on my track and stared at the vacant space in front of me. My mind wandered back on the unusual things I started to feel a week ago. Sudden mood swings, craving for something to eat and feeling a great frustration if I wasn't able to eat my craving, exhaustion although I wasn't doing anything, the desire to sleep all day and night and not to do anything. Everything came back to me and only then did I realize too that those were symptoms for a pregnant woman. Sighing heavily, I put my phone down and put my hands on my face. A strangled sob escaped my mouth as memories from the nights I shared with Dion when I still knew him as Gin came back in my mind. We didn't use any prot
"Hey, babe. How are you?" I smiled as Eric came into the view when I opened the door. He was all smiles as well, as always. It was as if the world around him doesn't carry any burden, he was always radiant and brings good vibes to everyone. "Eric!" I exclaimed. "I've missed you!" He chuckled as I hugged him but didn't say anything and just hugged me back. Ah, how I've missed this man. Eric was my classmate back in college and we've been together as friends since then. He was my long-time suitor but because I was still into Dion and was waiting for him, I wasn't taking his intentions seriously. We have agreed that we would stay as friends and he was cool with it. He accepted my decision without saying anything bad about it. Eric was a good friend, but lately, we hadn't been in touch because we've been both busy. I was busy focusing on my growing career, plus the sudden turn of events, while he pursued his dre
And that's what I did. I packed my things back in my luggage after we catch up and shared a heartful snack. Just like what I've been feeling for the last few days, I easily got exhausted, good thing Eric was there to help me. It wasn't included in my plan to go back immediately, I was planning to stay here longer. But because of Eric's words, I decided to go back but asked him to accompany me. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea, given that he was my suitor and Dion would surely be there. Heartly, Zhairo, Caroline, and my parents knew about Eric's intentions and they would surely get confused. Maybe I'd just explain everything to them. As for Dion, I didn't know. Although I said I would try to talk to him, I still don't have a plan. "Are you ready?" Eric asked as he opened the passenger seat's door for me. I shrugged and went inside the car and watched as he jog to the driver's seat's door. I just checked out of the hotel a
Dionysus Dausel's My blood suddenly boiled at the mention of that man's name. Eric. The man who came home with Zhanaia. From how they looked earlier, I knew they were close and their closeness was more than just friends. He was even close with Zhanaia's family, I could see it, especially the way how Heartly jumped in glee when he saw him. Although I was able to be close with Zhairo's girlfriend for the past few days, it wasn't the way that Eric was close with her. My closeness with Heartly was just because she was naturally friendly and kind, other than that, nothing. The bond that I saw between her and that Eric was something. With that, I knew he has been with Zhanaia for a long time. And now, I was at a boiling point hearing that he would be the one to stand as a father to my child and a husband to Zhanaia. Does he think I'd let him? Oh, definitely, no. I looked at Zhanaia who was al
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's "You are making decisions hastily, babe. Don't decide out of anger or irritation, you might regret it later." "But I'm sure about this, Eric. I won't marry someone who's being forced to do so." "How sure are you that he was being forced to do so? Zhanaia, that's not what I see. Did you see the deadly glare he was giving me when we arrived earlier? He was jealous," I sighed hearing Eric's words. They were in favor of Dion and I didn't like it. I saw how Dion agreed in a forced statement, it was as if nothing to him. And now that I was making decisions for me and for my baby, he would say no and say we would marry and make a family whether I like it or not. My eyes went on Caroline who was talking in a whispered conversation with Francis, Dion's cousin. I knew there was something going on between them although Caroline was in a relationship with Tyler Brooks. She would surely have a hard time
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