All Chapters of The Bastarda's Contract with Mr. CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I saw her smile. "I'm glad you still know me." I'm not sure how to respond. Even today, I'm not sure if her being here is genuine or sarcastic."What are you doing here?" I asked formally, trying to ignore some of my feelings. "Well, I'm with someone. We would like to hire you as the architect of the house I'm going to build," she answered. She will do it herself? I couldn't help but arch my brows. As if on cue, a woman in her fifties approached her. I blinked many times as the adrenaline in my chest thumped.I didn't even ask because I already knew who she was. Her looks were similar to his. Her eyes, nose, lips, and facial expressions remind me of Agustine."Anyway, meet Aunt Rosella, my fiance's mother. Aunt, meet Khrystal. One of Agustine's business partners," Lhea formally introduced. I tried to smile as she looked at me. Serious and not disrespectful, but even so a bit of anger that I saw from her eyes did not escape from me. I swallowed involuntarily and then gently poin

Throughout the years, I never once imagined that the house I used to reside in would pass into his ownership. Something inside me admired him a little. He's an excellent businessman. He's a billionaire. I did not expect that even a simple property would catch his interest. I smiled and simply released my hand that he was holding. "You can tour me without holding my hand, Mr. Revelar." "Oh? Sorry, I forgot." He made a brief chuckle sound. "Just getting used to it," he whispered back and then started walking. I pretended to be unaware of what he said. I am not ignorant or stupid, I noticed his occasional flashbacks to our past. I don't know if he does that to annoy me or if he really just wants to embarrass me. I just shook my head and followed him even though I was a little worried inside. If I ever buy the house, he already knows where to find me. I am not presuming he will come to me; rather, I'm just getting ready for the possibility, especially since it is not impossible. It w

I had trouble falling asleep. Despite spending hours gazing at the ceiling, I haven't yet felt drowsy. In the end, I simply made the decision to leave the room and prepare a milk in the kitchen. "You are still awake." I looked up at Daddy when he spoke. He had just entered the kitchen and was holding a tumbler. I smiled at him and raised my glass. "I will just drink it," I replied politely. He smiled back at me then went to the fridge. "We're in the same house but I don't see you often anymore." He laughed softly. "How's work?" "I am sorry, I was just busy trying to get make up for the kids. It's okay, Dad. There's no problem with the company." I avoided sulking when I remembered Agustine. He is the only problem. Dad came to me after refilling his tumbler. He stared at me for a moment as if he was looking for something in my face. "You look stressed. Is it about Mr. Revelar?" he teased. I could not stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Dad," I said making him laugh. "Is he anno

My body seemed to be moving on its own. I don't know how to think properly. Even though my knees were shaking, I still managed to run. Lord, please, not my son. "M-Miss, Giovani Dagsinal, please," I asked at the nurse assigned in the emergency ward. "H-He was taken to the operating room," a familiar voice interrupted. I unconsciously made a turn in her direction. Her eyes swelled up. Her daughter was seated at her side, sobbing quietly while her elbow was bandaged. Both of them were seated on a hospital bed."Lhea, why are you here? And what happened to Dianne?" Agustine was curious. Her throat was hardly moving. She gave me a sympathetic glance. She started to say something, but then she quickly stopped.Ultimately, I decided to disregard her. I don't give a damn about her. My son is who I need to see. Agustine was following me, but I did not pay attention to him as I swiftly ran away."K-Khrystal," Mom said when she saw me. I ignored her. I immediately went to Gia who was sitt

I was pacing back and forth—waiting for him to show up—as I held tight on the pregnancy test. Almost two weeks had passed since I found out about it. I did not know what to do; all I knew was. . . I must tell him about our baby. It's been two hours since I got here to the lobby of his condo. As soon as I landed at the airport, I asked the taxi to send me here. I want to go up to his unit, but I am afraid of his reaction. I know he's mad at me, and it might trigger him to be impulsive. If I show up here in the lobby, he can still control because there are people around. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I avoided thinking about anything for fear that my child might be affected. I sat on the couch for a while to rest. Right after that, I finally saw him walking. His attention was not on me, but on the floor. I was about to rise from my seat when a child suddenly grabbed his hand. I was even more stunned when his fiancee followed. Our eyes met. I saw shock in her eyes, but