로그인“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.
Distant voices reached me, blurred and echoing, as if coming from the end of a long, collapsing tunnel. Darkness clung to me, heavy and insistent, pulling me deeper into its grasp. It would have been so easy to let go. But I couldn’t. There was an innocent life depending on me—on my strength, on
“Thank you, Mr. Wallace,” she replied playfully. “But you’re not obligated,” she added, shaking her head lightly. He smirked. “As you said—this isn’t charity.” Then, with a wink, he quoted her, “When people are taken care of, they take care of what belongs to you.” “Let’s make this partnership
“This doesn’t sound like you at all.” Cassidy lowered her gaze, hiding the faint curve of her smile. "Wallace Plantation is my future children's inheritance,” Zandrie said firmly. “So I’ve decided to focus on making it progressive again—just as it used to be.” He drew in a breath, then continued
"Wife?” Zabrina Wallace narrowed her eyes as her gaze shifted back and forth between her son and the visibly pregnant woman standing beside him. Yet it was the gentle curve of the baby bump that held her attention the longest—disbelief written plainly across her face. “It’s… a long story, Mom,” Za







