Third person’s point of view
When Maddox arrived at the hospital, he ran straight to his parents, who were in the operating room. Maddox and Lowe were merely waiting outside at the OR, praying that their parents will be saved from the on-going operation. Four hours later, two doctors came out of the operating room. The two walked toward the doctor with a sympathetic expression. “I’m sorry, we did everything we could to save the patient. Your mother has a traumatic brain injury. Severe head injuries from the force of a car accident caused your mother to suffer brain trauma, which may have resulted in fatal outcomes, and she did not make it.” The doctor explained. Maddox expression hardened when he heard what the doctor said, he’s palms curled into fists, his knuckles shifting white. “What about my father?” Lowe is the one who asks the doctor since Maddox can’t seem to restrain his anger and is about to launch a punch at the doctor. The doctor went on to say. “Your father has died due to exsanguination, it indicates that he suffered a significant loss of blood that was essentially fatal. That’s a bit late for him when you were all able to bring him in.” Maddox couldn't take it anymore and rushed the doctor with a punch. “How dare you say that? You’re a doctor, right? You should be doing everything just to bring them back to life, yet you have the guts to blame it on us.” Maddox spits at the doctor, his eyes burning with flame. Lowe stopped him just as he was ready to go to the doctor again. “Bro, calm down. Kenzie and our cousins are coming!” Lowe grumbles in frustration, unable to stop Maddox from going ballistic. The doctor apologized again, turned out of sight of them, and went into the next room. Maddox sat on the floor not knowing what to do. He can’t believe his parents are really gone. It just doesn’t feel real to him. He kept thinking about what he wished to say and the concerns he had asked about. He seems to have an empty space in his life right now. Lowe’s nose flared. “The things that used to bring me comfort now leave me lifeless. It’s like I’m going along with the movements, but I’m not really here,” he said, clinching his jaw while standing in front of Maddox. “We might never fully recover from losing Mom and Dad, yet I hope we will find some comfort in knowing how deeply they love us and how grateful we are to have them,” Lowe stated, staring at Maddox with shed tears in his eyes. “Come on, get up. We have something entertaining to do.” Lowe nudged Maddox. Maddox is still thinking about their parents. In general, he’s thinking that might be the ideal plan of action, considering Sullivan, Maddox’s cousin, despises Finn Dixon just as much as they do. They have attempted to take down Finn Dixon for quite some time, but they have been unable to do so due to his numerous government accomplices as well as the illegal activities they execute. They need to gather all of the information about Finn Dixon so that they can use it against him. That includes his niece, Sariel, who has become one of his accomplices. "Kuya!" They all turned as their sisters whimpered. She hurried up to Maddox and held her, weeping on his shoulder as he held her. He hugs his sister back, knowing she is the closest to their parents. Aster’s the one who will suffer the most among their siblings since she is more used to spending time with their parents.He caresses her back, assuring her that everything is going to be fine. Even Maddox himself is at a loss for where he should start. Maddox's cousins and their other siblings arrived and left her with them because they were going on a mission 'supposedly'. They have two goals to accomplish. Finn Dixon will die. His niece will pay for everything. Finn and Sariel, on the other hand, were throwing words one at a time. "Uncle, it was not part of the entire discussion. Why do you have to crash into their car?!" Sariel was on the verge of panic when his uncle’s speeding the car and suddenly halted it, making the tightness in her chest ease. “Shut the hell up! The Ventura’s siblings are chasing after us while we are chasing their parents car, what do you want me to do, then?” Finn’s barks back at Sariel’s face. "It's your mistake to be huh, Maddox, and only the business he runs is what we should destroy; why do you have to involve his parents?" Sariel hissed. Finn’s jaw clenched. “They are the Ventura’s parents, Do you think they will do nothing to prevent us from destroying their company?” Sariel’s mouth snapped shut. “What if Maddox’s parents is dead? What are we going to do?” Sariel asked her uncle nervously. Anger shines in Finn’s eyes as he gaze at Sariel’s face, tears shimmers in her eyes. Finn’s spits at Sariel. “This is not my problem to deal with. Get out of the car, now!” Sariel’s jaw dropped. “You’re going to leave me here in the midst of nowhere?” Sariel asks, batting her eyelashes. “In the count of three, if you’re not out in my car, I’m going to shove you out myself, I swear to the devil,” Finn’s warns. Releasing a shaky breath, Sariel carefully took steps out of the car. The quicker she moved, the quicker she could get the hell out of there. When she stepped out of her uncle's vehicle, Finn drove it away from Sariel. When she sets aside to make her way to the side, the SUV abruptly stops in front of her, and someone grabs her inside, abducting her. Tears hit Sariel's eyes, but she wiped them away. She did not protest because she hadn't come to have the strength following today's incident.Sariel's Point of View Everything is going smoothly, but when Maddox stormed into my house one day, it felt like we were back to our usual arguments. "Wow, I thought we already discussed this. Apparently, it wasn’t enough. What more do you want?" "Yeah, I thought so too. But you know what? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that Mason is my son, but you didn’t. When do you plan to inform me? When he’s older and doesn’t even know me as his father?" He spat, his words cutting deep. I froze, unable to respond immediately. I didn’t expect him to find out like this—I wanted to be the one to tell him. I was just waiting for the right time. But now, his timing felt like lightning, striking too fast. I took a deep breath and looked at him. Fortunately, my son wasn’t home; he was out with my mom. "So? Can we talk calmly?" I asked, tilting my head. "I am calm!" he yelled, and I raised my brows at him. "Then why are you yelling?" "I'm not." "Are you?" "Okay, I’m
Third Person's Point of View As Lowe, Mason, and Sariel finished their meal, Sariel's son excused himself to go to the bathroom. Lowe and Sariel offered to accompany him, but Mason confidently said he could manage on his own. See? Sariel's little boy is becoming quite independent. Sariel let him go, knowing she could still see him heading toward the restroom. After all, this is a luxurious restaurant, and Sariel doesn’t expect any trouble in such a place. Lowe, however, had already spotted his brother and was carefully hiding his expression to keep Sariel from noticing. If Sariel discovered the truth, she would undoubtedly confront him. Initially, Lowe had promised not to meddle in their situation. But after seeing the undeniable longing between Sariel and his brother, Lowe decided it was time to step in. Meanwhile, Mason was already in the bathroom. After finishing up, he stepped out of a cubicle, feeling a little jumpy from all the delicious food he had eaten. On his wa
Sariel's Point of View After all the events, I continued to contemplate my next course of action. I didn’t answer my son’s question properly, and I don’t want to lie to him either. I need to talk to Lowe. I know he’s here since he followed me back to the Philippines after my flight. I was about to call Lowe, but luck seemed to be on my side; he was already calling me. I swiped to answer, placed the phone to my ear, and walked back to my room. I had just checked on my son, who was still asleep. It’s Sunday today, and later in the afternoon, we’re planning to visit Sister Jane. “Hey, what’s up?” Lowe greeted. I opened the door, pushed it closed with my foot, and headed to my bed to settle in. I let out a deep sigh. What do I even tell him? “What’s going on? Your sigh was so heavy I could feel it from here. Is it a big problem?” he exclaimed, laughing loudly on the other end. I snorted, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Can you stop laughing and just help me?”
Sariel's Point of View After six years, my son has grown up, and my mother and I have raised him in the United States. My uncle's arrest six years ago led to the return of the company to us. We owe our lawyer a great deal for making that happen. Now, after all these years, I find myself feeling a mix of emotions. For those six years, I entrusted the company to someone reliable, so I had no worries. However, now the company urgently needs me, and I have no choice but to return to the Philippines with my mother and son. As soon as we arrived, I dove straight into managing the business. I'm currently in traffic on my way to pick up my son from school. I sighed and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling anxious. I couldn’t help but worry that he might end up waiting in the shed alone, even though there are guards around. He seems to have inherited my stubbornness. Of all traits, it had to be that one. After a few minutes, the traffic eased, and I continued drivi
Sariel's Point of View To escape everything happening in the Philippines, my mother and I decided to settle in Amsterdam and bought property there. Now, we live in Amsterdam, where I can begin to heal the wounds in my heart. I keep myself occupied by creating whatever I want—cakes, cookies, and other treats. We own a small bakery, and though it’s modest, people love it and truly enjoy my baked goods. But one thing troubles me: a month after I found out I was pregnant, I felt pleased knowing Maddox is the father. However, I plan to keep this a secret from him because of the hatred he harbors for me and his constant belief in revenge. I began feeling symptoms but ignored them, thinking I was simply worn out from baking. However, when it became too much, I finally went for a check-up with my mom. The result of this pregnancy came from that night when we lost control. I wanted it, so I don’t regret this blessing. I placed my hand on my growing belly and gently caressed it
Sariel's Point of View I dialed my mother's number. By the second ring, she picked up. "Hello, dear? Have you decided what to do?" she greeted. "Yup. Ready to kidnap me?" I playfully chuckled to myself. "Right away. Wait for me," she chirped, and the call ended. I made sure to leave behind the less important items and bring only the essentials. I only brought one backpack. I didn’t want it to look obvious that I was running away. Hopefully, they'd assume I was just making a quick trip to Jungle K. I’ll miss this place so much. When my phone beeped and I saw my mother's text messages, I cautiously and silently walked around the back of the house, being careful not to draw attention. They were still in the living room. Mommy is not far away waiting for me; she just booked a grab for our transpo. We’d stop briefly at Daddy’s grave to say goodbye. Upon exiting the house, I exhaled with a sense of relief. Thank goodness they didn’t notice me. I sprinted as quickly