One thing that Stella didn’t know about Roger James was that he was ambitious, and nothing could stop him from his quest for power and wealth not even the thighs of all the pretty girls in Antipolo could stop him.For the first time in their relationship, Stella was sleeping alone. While she stayed up all night brooding over Roger’s sudden change of character, Roger stayed all night brooding over wooing Susan Pablo so he could become the heir to Swan Group.At dawn Roger had a quick wash and got ready for work. He just gulped a hot black coffee and that was enough. When he heard the sound of shuffling walker at the corridor, he perceived it was Stella and she was coming to invite him to the dining.The door creaked and Stella’s make-over face peered through the door. “Good morning sweetie. Oh you are ready for work.” She walked in, looking stylish and charming in her red mini gown which she intentionally wore to appease the only man in her life.“As you can see,” Roger replied coldly

At dawn Susan expected to wake by the side of her husband, Jamole but instead a nice aroma shot into her nostrils.“Morning, sweetie,” Jamole greeted cheerfully, his gaze peered down to the tray of dishes in his hands. “Nice morning for my sweetie. Look what we have here, darling…”Susan who was done yawning and stretching, cast an inspective stare at the dishes. “Hmmm, hummy, what do we have here?” she opened the dishes one after the other. “My favorite,” she sounded after sharing a stare across the mushroom soup and wheat.Jamole smiling cheek to cheek, intoned, “Yes, dear. Breakfast is best enjoyed hot and in bed, so I decided to make it up to you.” He laid the dish on the stool beside her; “what if I feed you…” he took a spoonful and fed her.Susan shut her eyes while she masticated; she was breathless as she hummed all through. “This is sumptuous. The chefs are doing greatly these days.” She beckoned on him to fetch her more spoonful. “This is delicious. I have never had it this w

Often a time Jamole would ride his scooter to the pedestrian bridge, park at a corner and watch the beggars under the bridge solicit for money. And once in a while he would smile especially after gazing upon the very spot he bumped into Susan and proposed marriage to her.He would shake his head pitiably and look up the sky, wondering if he was dreaming or not; he couldn’t believe a marriage proposal he made to a cripple girl in a wheel chair changed his life for the better.With arms folded, he studied the disable beggars with keen eyes and he looked forth to the day he would take them off the street and add meaning to their lives for the sake of his wife.He couldn’t wait for such a day to come; he wouldn’t want to do it now; it was a selfless service that would always court the attention of the public, especially the media so he would want to execute it when he must have revealed his true identity.About sitting on his scooter to ride home, one of the beggars, a young man who was la

“Um,” she batted her lashes; beads of sweat hung on her brow. “Swan Pablo?” her brow knitted in frown, “Um… excuse me please I think there is a mix up somewhere. Is this not for the popular Swan Pablo, the richest man in Antipolo? I perceived there is a mix up somewhere...” she stuttered as she gazed upon the credit card once more and looked at Jamole.Jamole dimmed his eyes at his offender. “Young lady are you blind or you don’t see clearly at noon? Can’t you read? That is my credit card. Withdraw the peanuts of a bill and give it to me now!” he ordered.The cashier flinched, trembled hugely and shot a quivering stare at Jamole. She was perplexed and destabilized upon seeing Swan Pablo’s credit card. She had never been bewildered before as she was now.She stooped, “Excuse me sir, is this not Swan Pablo’s credit card? What is it doing with you and who are you?” she asked in a calm, relaxed tone, her countenance filed with uncertainty. She couldn’t proceed any further with the questi

Roger had never been so unperturbed in his life; often than not he would stand up and peep through the window to see if Susan was forth coming. He had been at the café for more than an hour now, waiting for Susan to honor the date.After he dated Stella, he seemed to have lost his skills as a playboy. He needed to culture a typical skill to woo the daughter of the richest man in Antipolo. He never for once considered Susan’s disability. To hell with that.All he needed was the money; the Swan’s multibillion dollars investment; he wanted to be the heir and nothing was going to stop her; he wasn’t too sure if other classic solid men had shot their advances.God willing he could be the only admirer who would win the heart of Susan and become the heir.While he sat quietly to his chilled whisky sour, his thought was interrupted when the screeching of tyres sounded somewhere outside. He tilted his neck and perceived his date had arrived.She came in a convoy of Lamborghini Urus, Lamborghini