LOGIN“We missed all of you!” he chimed cheerfully. “We missed you too, buddy,” Dino called out, stepping forward with a wide, excited grin. “We even built hammocks and a treehouse at the orchard. You should check them out later.” “Yey! We have a treehouse and hammock!” Atlas’s face lit up instantly,
Four years later— The convoy slowed as it entered Sta. Cristina, the once-quiet town now alive with movement and color. Gone were the uneven dirt roads. In their place stretched smooth pathways that wound through thriving fields—rows upon rows of crops swaying beneath the sun, their greens deeper,
The wedding celebration slowly softened as the sun dipped behind the mountains of Sta. Cristina. Laughter still lingered in the front yard of the humble Greene home—warm, unrestrained, filled with the joy of a union long awaited. But somewhere between the laughter and the fading light—Cassie and A
A breath. “Every day.” Her smile deepened through her tears. “Every lifetime.” Their gazes remained locked—quiet, unwavering—despite the swell of applause rising around them. It filled the chapel, warm and thunderous, echoing against the wooden walls. Pride shone in the men’s eyes, steady and u
"Cassie…” His voice came out quieter than anyone had ever heard it—stripped of authority, stripped of control. Just Ashton. Just a man standing before the woman he loved. After her slow, soulful walk toward him… after Eliseo and Celia had gently, tearfully placed her hand in his— He held her now.
Cassie allowed herself to be pulled forward, though her expression remained stunned, her mind still trying to grasp the sheer extravagance hidden beneath what she thought was simplicity. Behind her, Eliseo and Carmel exchanged a glance. Then, almost in unison, their gazes drifted back to the gown.
“I hated the version of you who kept breaking.” His hand resumed its slow, steady motion on her back. “So every chance I had… I pushed you.” A pause. “Sometimes harder than I should have.” His gaze sharpened slightly, though his voice remained controlled. “I forced you to stand on your own. To b
Beside her, Zandrie quietly reached for her hand. His grip was firm. Grounding. And in that small, silent gesture, Cassie found just enough strength to steady herself—just enough to keep from breaking. The receptionist watched her for a long moment. Silence stretched between them. Then, with a s
"You’ll need to secure an appointment first, Madame Greene,” the receptionist said with a polite, practiced smile. “The CEO’s earliest availability is in a week—for a twenty-minute meeting.” “A week?” Cassie repeated, her brows drawing together. That was too long—far too long for a mere twenty-m
Silence fell over the hall. The thunderous applause died instantly, as though someone had cut the sound from the room. Conversations halted mid-whisper. Even the clinking of glasses ceased. For a brief moment, the entire venue seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. Hundreds of eyes turned towar







