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.
Tonight marked the moment the public announcement would finally be made. The Pierce Hotel and Convention Center overflowed with Bay City’s most influential figures—executives, investors, media moguls, and power brokers whose names alone could sway markets. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm light ove
I’ll cook the eggs. You just prepare the table,” Ashton declared, chest subtly puffed out, as if he’d just cracked a major business deal instead of a few eggs. “I’ll cook the eggs,” Zandrie countered immediately. “You already handled the bacon. It’s my turn.” He reached for the pan, fingers brushin
She had barely settled into the seat when the door on the opposite side opened. Zandrie Wallace slid in with infuriating ease, making himself comfortable as though the space had been reserved for him all along. “I came by taxi,” Zandrie said lightly, meeting Ashton’s darkened stare without a shred
“Don’t worry. Miss Sylvia will be safe. Our men are with her.” Cassie turned at the familiar voice and found Zandrie standing a few steps behind her. For a brief moment, neither of them spoke—no pleasantries, no accusations—just a quiet standoff laden with things left unsaid. They had already fini







