The last thing I could hope for for our three-year-old son, Noah, was to jeopardize his future and get disowned by her mother. I have no permanent job to earn money, family, friends to depend on, or even a house to bestow my son a better future compared to what her mother could offer. So I learned real quick to swallow my pride. I dropped to my knees without question. "Please, don't do this to me, Celestine. I'm begging you!" then I crept toward her heels, rubbing them to ease off the pain - my pain. "Everything is my fault. I'm so sorry, okay? Please, give me another chance. Swear to God, I will make it up to you." "Enough, you useless son of a bitch!" She kicked me out of her feet which resulted in me stumbling on the tiled floor. I moaned from too much pain when my head hit the concrete wall. "Make sure to affix your signature before you leave this place, Zachary. Do you understand?" "But, honey, please, give me one last chance, please?" I pleaded continuously. "I swear, I wil

"What do you want from me, Ms. Lincoln? I'm a bit busy right now. And you're not worth my minute anymore." I asked as I tried to stay as calm as possible. As much as it pains me, I swallowed my pride and slapped those words on her smooth innocent face. I had to show her that I was no longer the man she once knew. Then I ordered my security guards to let her go, not because I felt pity for her, or because she was Celestine's older sister, but because I didn't want people to have the wrong idea about me. Undeniably, I still love her so much, in fact, I cannot deny that there are no nights I haven't thought about all the good things that happened between us, especially when we had our son, but I already have had enough of my suffering in their hands for the past three years. Celestine stood up without getting any help from my security guards. "Is it true that you had an affair with her? Since when? Was it before we broke up?" she asked, ignoring the fact that her s

No. I highly doubt it. They could have hated me even more if they had known my true identity. After all, our families were mortal business enemies. There's no way they would be kneeling before me right now. Not that I hated the idea as it was what I certainly wanted to see but their actions were too suspicious. So I gradually lifted my feet toward my desk and dropped my butt on the chair. Then I dig deeper into my brain on what to do in this kind of situation. "You two shouldn't be doing this for me, Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln," I spoke up after considering things. "You should be begging Ms. Jennie Pineda, or should I call her, 'your illegitimate daughter' when she was the one who helped me acquire on buying the majority shares." "What?" Mr. Lincoln frowned the way I expected. "You heard me loud and clear, Mr. Lincoln. Your daughter Jennie was the one who invested the ten billion dollars. She simply let me have the position because we made a deal." who could have thought

A part of me wanted to laugh at the statement when I found it completely ridiculous, however, Grandmother's expression was too profound. Her eyes are sharp without any trace of bluff. "Anyway, you may now get back to your room," she added. "It's already late. We'll catch up tomorrow." then she left right after Grandfather clapped my shoulders. Grandmother's motherly piece of advice cut deeper into my conscience. No matter how hard I tried to understand the situation, I still found it too good to be true. I have no feelings for Jennie. Not a chance. We agreed to be a couple in front of the Lincolns and Stroems, but I am putting a boundary between us. She's my secretary. And I can proceed with my plan with or without her. While I was lost in thought, the phone next to my head suddenly rang. This time, it was no longer a message notification but a call. When I caught a glimpse of the phone screen, I frowned when the call came from John Dave. "Hey, it's me, John

"Yes, you got the right man, Officer. That bastard's name is Zachary Llamas Fish..." Sebastian cut his word before he continued. "What? Is he a Fisher? Am I the only one who doesn't know he's a Fisher?" "Why? Do you know someone from the Fishers?" Celestine asked for additional information, putting me in a tough spot. I have no idea if Sebastian might know something about me or my family. But if he does, he could have confronted me since then. He could have gotten my good side either instead of humiliating me in front of everyone. "I know someone wealthy and powerful. Mr. Romulo Fisher, the CEO of Fisher Group and Companies. He's one of the major investors in my parents' companies." Sebastian replied as he frowned at me. "But I highly doubt this one in front of us belongs to that family." The thudding sounds of my heartbeats almost ripped off my chest, especially when he recognized my father very well. If he knows my father, then he also knows how powerful our fam