"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.
"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
Based on my quick observation, Jelian and Julian's shoes were still as good as new. I still have perfect eyesight, so I could tell their shoes were ruined, dirtied, or soaked. "Don't give us that kind of look, you ungrateful cleaners!" Jelian grasped the middle-aged woman's chin, clenching it harder as she moaned in pain. "Answer me! How are you going to compensate us, huh?" "I'm so sorry," says the middle-aged woman. "But I'm afraid we cannot afford to pay you a million dollars. Can we just clean them up and return it to you?" To my surprise, the two janitors dropped to their knees and shoved their faces to the tiled floor to extend their sincere apologies. The scenario took a trip down memory lane on the same day Jelian and Julian did the same thing for me. Jelian was about to slap the middle-aged woman but my conscience had had enough of them. I didn't get the chance to defend myself three years ago because I was just a mere houseboy to them, but I now have the
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