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.
A beat. “With the kind of influence Petrov Petroleum holds, impostors are inevitable.” A ripple moved through the room. “How dare you, Cassidy Greene!” Roel snapped, stepping forward, his composure cracking. “Do you have a death wish?” Cassie didn’t even look at him. “I don’t see the issue in
Bay City descended into chaos the moment Cassie and Ashton returned. The news had spread faster than anyone could contain. Every outlet carried the same headline—the fall of Malakai Group. Speculation flooded the streets. Some were shocked. Some were uncertain. But not everyone was mourning. Some
"Nothing was stolen from Petrov Petroleum.” Vasili’s voice was calm, final—his eyes fixed on Cassie. The statement landed harder than she expected. After the tense encounter yesterday, they were back in the same scene again. Different venue, but same men. But this time, Cassie wasn’t walking in b
“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







