All Chapters of Handwritten Destiny: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SweetestI didn't know how he found out I was frequent at the hospital. Maybe he had me followed all these days. And that knowledge only intensified my anger. And what did he say? B-Boyfriend? Is he going crazy? "What boyfriend are you talking about? Don't be ridiculous. I have a fiance. And me being in this madness won't change that fact," I whined. His hold on me loosened up but he didn't let go. He looked flustered for a moment and went berserk again. He smirked angrily and tilted his head to the other side. “Perhaps you are forgetting what is at stake here? It's your father's freedom that's at stake here, Miss Villareal. One more act that could ruin my plan and our deal is done," he uttered. I angrily pushed him away and immediately left that place before I explode in anger. I couldn't stop crying from helplessness. And thinking about the possibilities of all of these is killing me. I am on the verge of breaking down. If only it were possible and there was a way to get out of

DumbfoundedMaybe it was because of the gentle breeze, or the soothing sound of the little waves that resonates every time they clash with each other, or maybe it was the heart of the sun that hits his skin making it glow like the waters being hit by the rays. I don't know. And I refuse to acknowledge whatever it is that he's making me feel. I looked away and gazed at the waves instead, pretending I didn't hear any of them. Nor did I understand the anger that I saw a while ago. "This place is beautiful," I muttered mindlessly. The approaching yacht gradually became more visible in my sight. It stopped just a few meters from the shore. "Is that yours too?" I pointed at the yacht and briefly looked at him. His eyes followed what I was pointing. "Yeah," he said curtly. I nodded trying to fathom in my head how freaking rich his family is to own a chopper and a yacht. I read some magazines featuring them a long time ago. I just didn't pay that much attention because I wasn't interested

PatheticI took deep breaths when I was finally alone in the room. I must have been crazy to let him hug me like that. I'd like to think I was just carried away by the mood and by guilt for his birthday. When we don't even get along well until now. Or if I can call our treatment with each other 'good' now.I'm still angry with the situation I'm in. And I don't think I would ever get over it. Especially as the days that I do this go by, the guilt that I feel gets heavier and heavier.I looked at my phone to see if Jade had left me updates about Francis, but there were none. I don't know whether to be relieved or more worried. I even told aunt Dehlia that I will visit when I don't have work. I wonder if we would be going home early tomorrow?I just changed into casual clothes. I don't plan to go swimming because it's cold so I didn't bother packing a swimsuit. We won't spend the night there either so I think it's fine not to bring any other clothes.I had just finished getting dressed wh

EngagementI barely moved from where I was standing. I was almost deafened by the silence as Aunt Dehlia continued to approach. I can sense her anger and I couldn't look at her straight."What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.I closed my fist tightly as I weave the words inside my head. I didn't know what to say but judging from her coldness towards me, even if I explain myself right now, it wouldn't help. But I want to take chances, and I hoped they will be open-minded to my explanation."I want to see Francis," I said holding back my emotions."You know I treated you like my own child. I'm happy to see my son happy because of you because that's all I want. Seeing them happy. And I also see that you love my son, so I don't understand why you did this to him," she said, her voice trembling.I felt as if I had been stabbed several times when I heard it. I violently wiped the tears that ran down my cheeks but the tightness in my chest only got worse."T-Tita, let me explain-""Why?

DevastatinglyLideon got me dolled up for the interview. In the hotel room where I was staying, I was restless and kept walking everywhere. I can't go out too in fear that one of the reporters would see me. Lideon also told me not to go anywhere. I looked at my reflection in the mirror once again to straighten up my face. I almost didn't recognize myself after dressing up and doing my make-up a while ago. The make-up artist managed to highlight my natural look with light touches. And from the usual ponytail and bun, she decided to let down my light brown and wavy hair. I don't usually wear this hairstyle because I thought it was messy to look at. The maroon tube-type dress also suits my pale skin. The stylist who fixed me earlier said that Lideon chose those, as well as the heels and accessories I'm wearing now. I haven't seen him since he picked me up early this morning. I had barely woken up when Papa knocked on my door to tell me that Lideon had come to pick me up. He was so cold