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.
The tension at the table sharpened into something almost tangible as Madame Rima fixed Cassie with a deathly stare, her eyes cold and calculating. “You suspect your mother’s death involved foul play?” Another voice cut cleanly through the charged silence. Everyone, including Cassie, turned to its
“I am CEO Wallace’s wife,” Cassie continued smoothly, her tone light yet deliberate, “so it’s only natural that I involve myself in his business dealings. Whatever happens, I know how to lead the companies under his name.” Her lips curved into a composed smile—one that was far too calm to be harmles
"Madame Rima, it’s nice seeing you again,” Cassie greeted graciously. Her voice was calm, composed—but it was enough to draw everyone’s attention at the table. Rima stiffened. Cassie’s gaze lingered on her, catching the way the older woman’s complexion visibly paled upon seeing not just her—but t
"Ashton, I—" Cassie’s words were cut short as his mouth descended on hers, fierce and consuming, swallowing her protest until her thoughts scattered like leaves in a gale. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips—"Ahhhn…"—echoing faintly in the vast expanse of his bedroom. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling







