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.
“Are you sure Mom is here, Mamo?” the six-year-old boy asked, standing on his toes as he scanned the park that stretched along the quiet lagoon. His bright eyes moved from the walking paths to the nearby buildings, as if he might spot her at any moment. “Yes,” Zab assured him, though she, too, was
“Thank you, CEO Wallace. I’ll have my secretary coordinate my availability,” Ashton said quickly. Without another word, he strode toward the door, movements swift and purposeful, leaving behind the quiet weight of unfinished business. The office fell into silence. For several long minutes, Zandri
Zandrie entered without haste, but the moment he crossed the threshold, his eyes went straight to Ashton—sharp, questioning. The look lingered only briefly before shifting to Cassie, assessing, measuring, as if trying to read the atmosphere she had left behind. Cassie, however, seemed entirely unfa
“You did all that for me, Ashton.” Her voice lowered. “I just need time to think” Silence settled between them. For a moment, Ashton simply looked at her. Then he let out a long breath, his shoulders lowering as if he were finally allowing the weight he had carried for years to surface. “Becaus







