Novels by Chit

Chapter 10: The Real Wedding Our first wedding was a contract in a hospital room. No dress, no flowers, no vows. Just a ring and ten million pesos and a dying father's monitor beeping in the background. Our second wedding was one year, one month, and three days later. In Cabanatuan. My mother cried when she saw the backyard. "Sienna, this is too much! We said small!" It wasn't small. Ethan rented white fairy lights and covered our entire mango tree with them. He set up long tables where my father's restaurant staff served lechon and pancit. He flew in Lolo Arthur's old lawyer who kept wiping his eyes and saying "Arthur would have loved this." I was in a red dress again. Not the expensive silk one from the gala. A simple, soft red dress my mother sewed, just like my debut dress when I was sixteen. The one Ethan said made me look like trouble. "Are you ready, Enemy?" My father stood next to me, in a new barong, his heart beating strong. No oxygen tube. No monitor. Just my papa, ali

Chapter 9: The Real Vows ONE YEAR LATER - EPILOGUE The contract said one year. On our 365th day of marriage, Ethan left a document on our kitchen counter. Not a divorce paper. It was a new contract. Handwritten. On the back of my old spelling bee certificate that he had framed again and hung in our hallway. NEW CONTRACT FOR SIENNA ALVAREZ-BLACKWOOD Clause 1: The previous contract of one year is null and void because both parties failed spectacularly at Rule #1. Clause 2: The husband, Ethan Blackwood, admits he has been in love with his wife since she was five years old and hit him with a shovel in the sandbox. Clause 3: The wife, Sienna Blackwood, is allowed to keep plotting revenge on Ramon Blackwood, but only if her husband holds her hand while she does it. Clause 4: No more separate rooms. Ever. The connecting door is to be removed and replaced with a bookshelf. Clause 5: Lifetime. No divorce. No expiry. Renewed every day by kissing. Sign below: ________________ I found

Chapter 8: How To Prove A Marriage is Real The Blackwood boardroom was not a room. It was a glass cage on the 42nd floor of the Blackwood Tower in BGC, with a view of all of Manila that made you feel small. And twelve old men in suits were staring at me like I was on trial for marrying their billionaire prince. Ramon Blackwood sat at the head, smiling like he had already won. Miguel, Ethan's cousin — handsome, smug, wearing a watch that cost more than my father's restaurant — sat next to him. "Sienna Alvarez-Blackwood," the lead board member said, reading my name like it was a typo. "We are here because Lolo Arthur's will states Ethan must have a 'genuine and loving marriage' to inherit. The board has... concerns that this marriage, done in three days with no dating period, is contractual." "With all respect," Miguel said, not respecting at all, "Ethan married his childhood enemy from Cabanatuan. A girl whose family owes us money. It looks like charity. Or worse, fraud." Ethan's

Chapter 7: The Morning After The Contract Died I woke up to sunlight and the worst realization of my life. I was in Ethan Blackwood's bed. Wearing Ethan Blackwood's shirt. Which was way too big and smelled exactly like him. And Ethan Blackwood was awake, lying on his side, watching me like I was a math problem he couldn't solve. "Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood," he said, voice husky from sleep. Panic hit me instantly. Oh my god. I broke all my rules. I kissed my enemy. I slept in his bed. I told him to break his rules. What happened to revenge? What happened to my plan? I sat up so fast the blanket fell. "Okay, last night didn't happen," I blurted. "We were emotional. There were old emails. A video. We were both... we were not thinking. So let's pretend—" Ethan's face fell. Just for a second, but I saw it. "Pretend it didn't happen?" He sat up too. Shirtless. I tried very hard not to stare at his shoulders, his chest, the abs I didn't know he had under all those suits. My childh

Chapter 6: The Night The Rules Broke For a full minute after he said it, neither of us moved. "I am so in love with you it makes me hate myself." Ethan Blackwood, my childhood enemy, the boy who stole my crayons, pushed me into the mud, and rejected me in front of our entire high school, was standing in his office, surrounded by the proof that he had tried to save my family, confessing he was in love with me. And I was standing there in my old shorts, crying, realizing my five-year revenge plan was built on a lie. "You don't get to say that," I whispered. My voice was hoarse from crying. "You don't get to say you're in love with me after you made me hate you for five years." "I know," he said. He looked broken. Not like a billionaire CEO. Like the seventeen-year-old boy in the video who punched a wall because he hurt me. "You should hate me. It's safer if you hate me." "Stop telling me what is safer!" I crossed the room. I don't know if I wanted to slap him or kiss him. My hand

Chapter 5: The Truth In His Office I didn't mean to break rule number two again. But after the gala kiss, Ethan had been avoiding me for two days. No breakfast together. No annoying comments about my music. The connecting door stayed locked from his side. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me in front of 200 people, and now he was acting like I had a contagious disease. Fine. If he could be cold, I could be colder. And I could finally do what I married him for. Revenge. I waited until his car left for his office at 8 AM. His office at home was still unlocked from the night I found the photo. Code 0812. His birthday. The boy was annoyingly predictable. This time I wasn't looking for a photo. I was looking for the truth. My family didn't just lose money. We lost everything. In 2018, my father owned three branches of Alvarez Homestyle Restaurant in Bulacan. Good, honest business. Then Blackwood Holdings bought all our suppliers and tripled the price. My father had to close two