"That's enough, gentlemen!" Mom spoke up. "Someone died and yet you are blaming each other. Aren't we supposed to blame the one who killed them and find justice? Let go of him!" "We're so sorry, Mrs. Fisher." one of Dad's bodyguards replied, his voice barely audible. Without asking further questions, they let go of their clasp from me and strode to the corner. "Zachary, we are here to pay respect to Mom and Dad." Mom uttered, her eyes swelling up. "Your dad even canceled his appointments just to visit them." Right. Mom loves Grams and Gramps as far as I can remember. She was once a devoted daughter to them before she married Dad. She barely spoke every time Dad was taking over the floor. But her life turned into a living hell since they got me. There was this one night when she attempted to run away from the mansion - away from Dad, but she failed drastically. She was locked up for a few months in the dungeon similar to a prisoner. That's how wicked Dad really wa
And undeniably, a part of me wanted her to stay as long as she wanted. I'm not stopping her. Needless to say, I missed her so badly even if none of us could turn back time. I wanted to hug her in my arms tightly until she felt suffocated and play my lips with her just like the old days. But I was controlling every fiber of my muscle that wanted to do all that. A lot of things changed between us. I have already vowed to spend the rest of my life with Jennie, making her the happiest woman in the world. Above all that, we promised to be the best version of being parents for our son. "I dont know what the hell is going on inside your head, Celestine, but I believe your parents could have told you that we are no longer a couple, aren't they?" I replied sharply while pretending to be busy at my desk to avoid making eye-to-eye contact with her. She nodded. "Indeed, Mom and Dad told me that we were no longer a couple before I lost my memories. They were the ones who told me y
The two followed and kept their distance behind me, similar to lost puppies. But I know their sharp eyes were fixed on me as if they were going to stab me with a knife. "Didn't she tell you she's going to cook dinner for all of us? Julian and Jelian will be joining, too. We hope you dont mind." Divina asked. "Not unless you two already told them about my identity, didn't you? I hope that won't be the case." I said sharply. "Because that would only fuel the rage and hatred I had for this disgusting family." "O-of co-course not, Young Master!" Roger obviously stuttered. "We may be the worst in-laws, but we already learned our lesson. Rest assured that your secret is safe with us, right, honey?" Divina nodded her head without asking further questions, making me feel at ease. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I was taken aback when someone I barely expected was helping Celestine. "Zachary, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your class right now?
"Well, I mean..." he added, his voice calm but sharp. However, this time, his curious eyes were fixed on us in the backseat since the car had already stopped moving in the middle of the road. "Rumors in the office have it that the two of you were dating. Everything I heard was just rumors, wasn't it?" Jennie and I exchanged glances, both waiting for someone to speak up and tell the truth or lie to Mr. Randolph. "What you heard was not just rumors, Mr. Randolph. Jennie and I..." I paused for a few seconds to muster the courage to speak up. "We're married already. And we haven't told anyone about it apart from you." Mr. Randolph lowered his eyes to my hand as I reached Jennie's and rested them on my chest, showing off to him our wedding rings on our fingers. He will know about it eventually, so there's no point in hiding it. "God damn it, Zachary! What were you thinking, huh? Do you think marrying someone will solve something here?" Mr. Randolph yelled at us for the fi
"At the count of five, you'd better leave the mansion if you dont want to see me in my beast mode!" Dad added before he slammed the surface of the table, which resulted in some of the plates and glasses nearby falling and breaking into pieces after dropping to the tiled floor. Before he could start the counting, everyone, including Mom and my cousins, evacuated the room in the blink of an eye. Their worries and fears have left marks in the air. I was about to follow them outside when Dad growled at me to stay on my spot. Dad was known for being calm and profound. Every time he gets mad about something, he prefers to address the situation in silence instead of threatening or yelling at us. Today was probably the first time that he let everyone see his wrath. "Bring that woman in an instant, Zachary!" Dad growled. "If you don't want me to kill that woman, you better bring that woman in front of me. Don't you dare trick me this time? I'm giving you ten minutes!" The ten-minute alloca
Zachary's POV "Hey, there, handsome!" Celestine greeted me the second she answered my video call request, her voice warm through the speakers, especially when she had this gorgeous Italian accent that sounded music to my ears. I gulped the water and cold air that was stuck inside my throat before I smiled and responded, "Hi, babe. Thank you for answering my call right away. What are you up to right now? Am I not disturbing you?" Celestine reclined back into what looked like her cozy living room couch, a neat and familiar background that I knew all too well, "Of course not, honey. Just a quiet night in my new condo, watching K-dramas online, and missing you so much." she replied. Her clouded eyes freckled with obsidian met mine, allowing me to witness such a heavenly-crafted masterpiece even if I saw her every day, one of the reasons I fell in love with her like crazy. "Missed you too, Celestine. But I thought I saw your friends posting a big night out today. Are you sure you're
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
After what felt like an eternity, I gradually opened my eyes and was taken aback as I found myself lying on the bed in a huge and freezing but unfamiliar room. Startled, I lifted half of my body when I finally came to my senses that a man in a suit, probably, in his sixties, had been secretly peeking at me from the corner. He then dropped the newspapers he was holding and slid toward the bed. Before he could do so, I lifted the pristine white-scented blanket and covered it around my face, too scared that he might do something bad. "Good afternoon, Young Master. Don't be scared. I have no intention of hurting you, in fact, I brought you here because that was what you requested before you collapsed last night..." As he kept on talking, I tried to recall what had happened before I collapsed. I remember running away from the mansion and feeling a wave of dizziness engulfing me, everything going hazy. Until someone's car bumped into me. But everything has been made clear to me now.