It had been a full week, an entire week of his consistent indifference towards me. He had ceased bringing other women home, though he was now returning in the early hours of the morning. Here I was, in the role of his caretaker, a role I had surprisingly grown accustomed to. During one of my cleaning sessions in his room while he occupied the bathroom, something tumbled out from his coat. It rolled, catching my attention. Retrieving it, I swiftly returned the coat to its place, just as he emerged from the bathroom, unfazed by his undressing before me. After he left, I perched on the edge of the bed and examined the object closely. A small box revealed a plain silver gold white ring. Cradling it in my hand, I realized it fit perfectly. A fleeting smile graced my lips, but it quickly faded, replaced by unease as I glanced at my hand. "Who is he planning to propose to?" A pang of emotions tightened within me. We hadn't even reached the stage of discussing a proposal, making such a notio
Zary POV (Zack's Twin Brother):I observed my brother, who was currently downing shots of tequila. How many bottles had he consumed? Six? Somehow, he managed to be such a fool. I walked into Lica's room, my cousin who had recently returned from the States."Lica, what's the latest?" I settled onto his bed as he glanced at me briefly before returning to his task. Lica was a fashion designer and always seemed busy."It's functional, but I doubt your twin can handle his part," I sighed deeply."You can't entirely blame him, Lica. After all, they nearly lost the baby," I commented, somewhat irritated. He stood up, facing me."Listen, dear cousin. Do you truly believe I'm the one responsible for this idea? Is that what you think?" I met his gaze, then stood up."Just keep it brief. I don't want to witness my brother self-destructing over such matters," I left his room and turned back to my twin."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's all my fault," he exclaimed, hurling a glass to the floor."ZA
I'm at the supermarket, craving some fruit. As I stand in front of the apple stall, ready to make a selection, a feminine hand catches my attention. I hesitated and withdrew my hand, turning away when she spoke. "Are you Zack's ex or something?" Her question stops me in my tracks. It's her, the girl I saw in the parking lot when Zack proposed. She's the one. There's a certain ethereal quality about her; her fair skin and beauty make me feel slightly inadequate. It's no wonder Zack chose her over us. "Hello?" I meet her gaze and then glance away. "I need to go," I mumble and start walking. She seems persistent, following me. "Hey, wait," she says, grabbing my arm. She's so beautiful; her accent is American. I feel like pinching her. "I'm asking you," she continues. "Yes is my answer. If you don't mind, I need to leave. I don't want any trouble with you. We're over, and I'm not desperate to win him back from you. I've seen enough. He chose you, and you're going to be his wife. I'm
Palermo tightly clutched his side, where he felt the sharp pain of the wounds he had sustained while he was weakening. His back was also leaning against a large tree because he was the one who had taken the most hits, which is why he was bleeding more. He wasn't just weakened; he also felt exhaustion, and he knew his comrades were feeling the same. They were all completely worn out. Everyone was truly exhausted, but they still managed to escape before their enemies could kill them. In his mind, he cursed whoever was responsible for this. Frustration and anger consumed him. That's what was filling his heart. He also held his gun tightly. The intense anger was clearly visible on his face. Someone wanted to kill him, which is how they ended up in this situation. The pain in his mind made him utter a curse. He wouldn't forgive whoever was responsible for this. Anger and frustration were enveloping his chest. He also had a firm grip on his gun. His face was filled with intense anger. S
He needs immediate medical attention from a doctor to remove the bullet from his body and treat his wounds before he runs out of blood. He really didn't expect this to happen to him. He had been in the Philippines for almost three days now, searching for what his cousin Samael had asked him to find. He wants to return to Sicily as soon as possible because not only does he live there, but his businesses are also located there, and he needs to take care of the organization where he is one of the leaders. Ilaria, his beautiful cousin, had run away from Samael's mansion in Sicily. She escaped, and due to their connections both inside and outside the country, they quickly learned which country Ilaria had gone to. In the Philippines, Ilaria chose to hide from Samael. That's what they knew; Ilaria had run away from her boyfriend. She also ran to get away from her cousin Samael, who is also part of the Mafia. But until now, they still haven't found the young woman because, apart from the
Palermo cursed silently when he heard her voice. Her voice was so soft and angelic, it sounded like music to his ears. He didn't just want to hear her voice; it seemed like Palermo wanted to hear how she moaned, and he was sure he'd be excited when this girl would be his partner. But damn! What nonsense was he thinking? He must be out of his mind! He managed to entertain such thoughts when his life was hanging by a thread. It seemed that he should not only have his friend, a surgeon, tend to his gunshot wounds but also his brain. The delirious thoughts quickly faded from his mind as a bullet struck his left shoulder. He felt the searing pain of the bullet burying itself into his shoulder. He winced in pain, and at the same time, the beautiful girl's mouth dropped open in shock. Another bullet found its mark in his body. Before he could collapse to the ground, the beautiful girl quickly approached him to catch him. "Don't die! I'm telling you, I'll skin you if you die!" She screamed
I woke up at five in the morning to prepare for work. As soon as I got out of bed, I headed straight to our small bathroom to go through my morning routine. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and made myself look presentable. I didn't have work at the mall today, but I did have to work at the VetClinic, which is owned by my older brother, Chester Angeles. He's my boss, and he's a good boss. In fact, the Angeles family is well-known in our area. Chester's grandfather used to be the governor here in Batangas, and they are one of the wealthiest families in the region. They have numerous farms and acres of land. They've also helped a lot of people. Chester and his siblings are all famous in our village, even his younger sister, who is currently studying in Manila at a prestigious college after passing her entrance exam. It's quite impressive because she managed to pass the entrance exam for a renowned school in Manila. I know that those schools have rigorous exams, includi
I took a deep breath to calm myself before hailing a tricycle that was passing by. I paid the fare, and then the driver took me to the corner where I could catch a bus. When I arrived at the bus stop, I saw a few other people who seemed to be waiting for a ride. Getting on a bus here is quite a challenge, and the tricycle drivers in our area only go as far as the corner of our village. I just sat in the waiting shed where some people were also waiting for a bus. Other vehicles were passing by, but they were all cars. I couldn't afford to take a taxi or use a ride-sharing service because I was trying to save money. Taking the bus was cheaper for me. I waited for a few minutes until I noticed a black SUV suddenly stopping near the waiting shed. In fact, it came to a halt right in front of me, and I recognized the car. It was my boss from the Vet Clinic, Chester Angeles. I was surprised that I hadn't realized it was his car when it stopped. "Come on, hop in. We can go to the Vet Clini