2025-01-20 19:10:33“So-so he takes off his shirt and she sees a bandage and she's scared. ‘Weston, what happened to your chest?’,” Jose mimicked a female voice.
“And Weston takes off the bandage and she sees her name…and she's like, ‘Weston, I don't like my name on guy's bodies. It makes me feel like I'm in a boundage. Are you already being possessive of me when we are not even married?’ And she storms out telling him to mark it anywhere and that's it's over between them.”Jose and Santiago laugh again.“You're supposed to be a scriptwriter, bro,” Santiago says.“I'd give it a trial now that you suggest it.” They both laugh again.“You're two are out of your mind, I swear it,” Weston says.The rest of the time they spend getting their tattoo done, Jose and Santiago keep on picking on Weston and laughing at him.Somehow, Weston finds himself wondering how two people can hate each other and go along so
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Weston chuckles. The past four weeks have been fun, especially with Santiago and Jose getting along. Well, with Weston's experience with Santiago, Santiago only gets on the toes of people he is friends with. “Jose, you were saying?” Weston quickly interrupts the argument before it escalates to something bigger. Jose rolls his eyes on Santiago and turns to Weston. “So, the four of us went there and got some fancy little stuff that won't be easily noticeable on our forearms. Man, it was painful. I cried, to be honest. I mean, we all did but there was this guy who cried the most. But guess what,” before they can answer, Jose is already talking again.“This guy got to school and showed his girlfriend. Instead of telling us the pain was getting unbearable, he didn't say anything. He didn't come with us to dinner that night. By midnight, man already fainted. He was rushed to the hospital and ended up exposing all of us.” Santiago chuckles. “He wanted
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“I guess this must be his ghost?” The chairman says. Vera storms over to them. How dare Weston come here right now to make things go wrong for her? “What the hell are you doing here?” She shouts at him, but not loud enough for the chairman to hear her. Weston glances at her for some seconds. “Excuse me?” “I asked what the fuck you are doing here?!” This time, louder.“Do you know me?” Weston asks, pointing at his chest.“Look, Weston, this isn't a joke. I know you have never spent a day managing the family business so you don't seem to know the gravity of what you're doing.” “So?” “So, don't mess things up.” Vera makes eye contact with Weston, she holds it for as long as she can. She knows what she is doing to him. She knows how much Weston wants her to admit him as a younger brother. She knows how happy Weston will be if she tells him she approves of him but well, she'll never do that.
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Vera grabs the phone back from her brother. “Dad, we are both guilty on this issue. And, what am I saying? You're the most guilty of us all. If he should resent anyone, it should be you. Because of you, he ran away for ten years. He cut ties with us for ten years.”“If you're done yelping, I need to get off the line. There are a lot of things I have to attend to.”“Dad, you'd better call him and tell him to make the chairman offer us a contract again.”Their father laughs. “Someone who has never been to business school is controlling you? How ridiculous? I should have spent all my money on him instead of wasting those billions investing in fools.”Vera hangs up, boiling with rage. “I knew he would never support us,” her brother grumbles.“Let's get the solution to this. We just lost a billion dollars.”“What do we do? The last time we met Weston, he almost killed me. Now we met him again and he made us lose a billion do
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But still, Weston doesn't collect the key from her. “What's wrong with him?” The other woman with Ivy asks, walking toward them. “Is this how security men behave here?” Weston's feet finally decide to start working again. With one last look at Ivy, he starts to walk away.“I believe we are too mature for all these,” Ivy says after him. “And, I believe it is best to move on with our lives like nothing happened.”Weston walks back to her. He stops a few feet from her, close enough for him to feel her breath on him. “We had a child, Ivy.” “Yeah, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with you. You heard her yourself. What more do you want from me?” “Nothing,” Weston says. “And you shouldn't want anything from me either. Because, I thought, as you said, we were more mature than this. I thought you could have at least informed me about your decision to get married before doing that.”“Who the hell are you that I'll h
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Walmer? Isn't this the chairman's secretary? Weston thinks. Isn't this the man who abducted the chairman's grandson? “You are sacked!” Walmer shouts at Weston. “You are hereby to pay a sum of two thousand dollars to the company for disruption of business and behaving rudely to our highly esteemed customers.”Ivy laughs. She walks closer to Weston and lowers her voice just enough to be heard about the murmuring from the crowd. “Oops. You lost your job and you are now in more debt of two thousand dollars. Is this the way you'd take care of your daughter if she were released to you? Just accept the truth, Weston, you and your daughter are nothing without me.”Weston can't stop himself from laughing. It's funny, isn't it? He's not even a worker here and he is sacked. He should add this experience to his portfolio. It really does describe his charms. “He's even laughing?” He hears one of the people in the crowd asks.“He's out of h
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Ivy's eyes widen at the chairman's words. What? He'll be honoured to have Weston receive compensation? What the hell is going on? She watches as Weston walks off with the chairman. She tries to wrap her head around what is happening but the only thing she can understand right now is that her family just loses access to having any partnership with the chairman's company forever. They just lost access to millions of dollars.That almost makes her legs give way. She leans on a wall closer to her to steady herself. The secretary is the most confused of all. How? How did the chairman get to know that he was the one who abducted his son? His life is over! He loosens his tie and his shirt's first three buttons. “I can't believe he was the one who abducted the chairman's grandson!” Someone from the crowd says.“So he's the secret enemy in our company?” “I won't be surprised if Mrs. ‘instincts’ and the secretary are the ones who abduc
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“Fuck you!” Santiago laughs. “Bring it on.” “So, there is this cutie that everyone knows is going out with Coben. Can you date her for a day?” The guy asks.“I'll date her for one week, what you're talking about?” Santiago laughs again.All the guys on the table laugh.“Honestly, San,” the commander says, “don't mind them. Coben is sick, we all know that, and dating his girl is going to land us in real big trouble.”“Talking of trouble, what's Coben up to these days?” Santiago asks. “Nothing, really. I bet the crazy guy is planning his every move. He's still on the lookout for the guy who came to his room on that night,” the commander says. “I heard he promised to give anyone who knows the guy who came to his room that night two million dollars,” a guy in the group chips in.“That's a big catch,” Santiago mutters.“According to what I heard, it was after the guy came to Coben's room that night that C
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For the first time, Weston decides to respond. He stands up and slips out of the room, with the boys invested in a top celebrity update, they don't notice him get out. Outside, Weston leans against a wall and types: ‘You don't know the value of a thing until you lose it. The same goes for people. Since you two played that prank on me about my daughter, I ceased to think I have siblings. You don't mess with my kid and get away with it. Never.’ He copies the message and also sends it to his brother. ***Two days later, Weston is going through the tedious job of arranging his clothes properly in the closet when the door jerks open almost as if it wants to fall out of place. “We…Weston…” Jose calls, panting like a hungry lion has been pursuing him all his life. “You need some water?” “No…no…this new…this news is…” “Chill first. You can only deliver the news to me if you're still alive.” For some sec
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“I have now,” Weston drops the picture frame on the sofa and carries Hannah in arms. “How is that? Did they disappear and come back?” She asks. “Daddy, how do people become people? I have not seen anyone jump down from the sky. Are there places where people go to pick babies? Daddy…answer me…” she whines as he carries her in the car. “Which of them should I answer first?” “When I grow up, can I become an actor? I will be on the screen. Will you watch my movies?” “Of course. Why won't I?” About two hours later when Weston drives to his parents house, Hannah is sleeping in the back seat probably tired of rambling for hours. He smiles as he parks the park and wakes her. “Have we arrived?” She asks, looking at him sleepily. Weston nods. “Big pop and lala are waiting to see you.” He helps her get out of the car and holds her hand. He's barely climbed the first step leading to the house when his mother rushes
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Later that evening, Weston is in the sitting room, watching Lorette and Hannah have one of their long funny conversations as they prepare for a visit to his parents. “When I grow older, I want to be a museum tour guide,” Hannah says. “Didn't you say you want to be a make-up artist some minutes ago?” Lorette asks as he helps her into her shoes. “I can do that as a side job. When I don't have clients in the shop, I'll quickly go to the museum,” Hannah says. “What about the online cooking tutorials? How are you going to have time for that?” “Oh…that? Daddy, I can shoot videos at midnight, right?” Weston frowns. “When are you going to sleep then?” “I can sleep for two hours.” “Two hours?” Weston asks in horror. “Yes. I am going to shoot the cooking tutorial videos for like two hours. Another two hours, I'll use it to shoot videos for my dance clas
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Three days later, Weston knocks at the door of a hospital room before going in. The patient on the bed raises his head. He stares at Weston then at Hannah whom Weston is holding.“You're okay?” Weston asks before realizing it's the dumbest question to ask a person on a hospital bed. “Yes…?” Jose answers. Weston can't really tell if Jose is trying to play dumb too or he doesn't know what he's saying. “Hannah, meet Jose, he's one of the best friends that daddy has,” Weston tells his daughter. “And, Jose, this is my daughter.” Jose's mouth parts slightly. He closes it a few seconds later and smiles. “She…she looks young.” Weston chuckles. “Young? What's a five year old supposed to look like? Old?” “I…sorry. I mean. Shit. You have a sure way of taking me by surprise.” “You think so?” Weston strides to Jose's bed. He drops the fruit basket in his hand on the table. “Last time I checked, you did some
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“Hey, Santiago,” his godfather says once there is an answer at the other end. “How are you, sir?”“I…I'm sorry.” His godfather shut his eyes. “What the fuck did you do again? I already told you I got Weston and Lorette covered. I have Weston's kid with me, I'll use her to—” “That's not it,” his father cuts in quickly. “I…um…I told Weston about Dylan.” For a lot of seconds, there is silence at the other end. “Where are you?” Santiago's voice is unbelievably too calm for the revelation. “Home, of course.” “Let's talk face to face.” Then the line goes off. The phone falls from his godfather's hand. He runs his hand through his grey hair. “You have a kid?” “Am I supposed to answer that?” “If I knew you had a kid, I'd have abducted her and used her against you. I had no idea at all.”What? Is he out of his mind? His godfather raises his head and looks at Weston. “Once San
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Weston can tell from the look on her face that there is something more. He waits for her to tell him. “I stumbled in on San and his father arguing one day, San was kind of telling his father to keep shut if he doesn't want his ass in the pool.” Weston waits. He's sure she isn't just telling him just for telling sake. There must be something more. He waits a while longer, forcing his damn brain not to think his daughter is five and she's with fucking Santiago. “He hates it when people snitch on him,” Lorette adds. “Kind of…he…” she lets out a deep breath. “Sorry. I just…I had no idea I'd be telling this to anyone.” For some seconds, she stops to get her emotions back together. “Even if San tells me something as little as what he ate last night that nobody knows about, he doesn't want me to tell anyone. When…I think we were sixteen when I first realized it. He told me he was fooling around with a girl and I kind of jokingly told the girl to tak
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Weston stops the car and runs his hand through his hair. “I begged you, apologized to you, did all sorts of things but you still didn't agree to get married to me, so why do you keep asking about your daughter?” “When did you apologize to me?” There is silence at the other end before Ivy starts to talk. “Okay, since you want to hear it, I'mma tell you. If there is anything I regret, it's having Hannah. I thought you would dump me for some other women later if I didn't have a child for you since you don't really seem all that ready to get married to me. I needed something to assure me you're not going anywhere and getting pregnant seemed like the best deal.” Weston bites hard on his lower lip. “You must have figured this out but I stopped using contraceptives without telling you. But I'm starting to realize it's all stupid now. If I knew Hannah was going to be a burden to me, I wouldn't have gotten pregna
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With rage, he dials Santiago's number. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He shouts. “Hey, you wanna make me deaf or something?” “Whatever shit you're up to, you should know better than to involve my daughter.” “What can you do?” “Where the hell are you?” “Not so easy, bro. Not so easy. I need to spend some time playing with Hannah and getting to know her before we come to an agreement of what to do. Till then, stay anxious.” With that, the line goes off. Weston dials the number again, it doesn't ring. Obviously, Santiago blocked him. He dials another number. “Find out where that fucking bastard is.” “Alright, sir.” He dials his father's number. “I need to find out where Santiago is.” “Okay. Is everything okay?” “No but I don't have the
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Weston comes out of his car. It's been more than thirty minutes since the cop pulled him over but he's not responded to him since then. The other cars he pulled over before Weston's are long gone and the cop doesn't seem like he has anything he's doing at the moment. “Excuse me,” Weston calls the cop’s attention. The cop glances at Weston. “I'll attend to you soon, I'm quite busy.” “If you're not going to come check whatever it is that you want to check, I might as well start going. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.” “You didn't do anything wrong?” The cop scoffs. “Was that how you were supposed to put on your seatbelt? Was that how you were supposed to fasten it?!” Weston frowns. “What?” Is there a certain way to fasten seat belts? “Come with me,” the cop says, already walking to Weston's car. They get to the car and t
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“Daddy was smiling in the picture Abigail gave to me. And, daddy only smiles when he is with people he likes.” Santiago chuckles again. “How old are you?” “I am five years old. How old are you?” “Me? I'm the same age as your father.” “Daddy is…um…twenty five. You're twenty five?!” She asks in surprise.Santiago nods. “Yeah. Why?”“Daddy said monsters are old, like five hundred years old. And Father Richard said only monsters kill people. Does that mean you're a young monster?” The smile dies off Santiago's face. “I'm not a fucking monster.”“‘Fucking’? What does that mean? Do you have a dictionary? I'll look up the meaning.” “I mean, I'm not a monster. That's the meaning.” He glances at Hannah to see her staring at him. The glasses on her face feel like some gadget she's using to scan his thoughts. “What…” he clears his throat. “You can't see without your glasses?” She sighs. “It's a lon
