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.
"Who am I, Mama?” The question lingered in the air, fragile yet powerful, as if even the walls of the hospital room were holding their breath. Cassie went still. Of all the questions she had prepared herself for in life… this was the one she had always known would come. And yet, she was not read
The moment Cassie recognized the people inside the room, her eyes widened in horror. Her gaze locked with Ashton Pierce’s. His eyes were sharp, searching—piercing straight through her, as if stripping away the years, the distance, and every secret she had fought to bury. “Cassie…?” His voice was
“There was a small accident at the park. I had the boy brought here for treatment.” “An accident?” Ashton frowned, his brows knitting together. “What were you doing at the park at this hour?” Even as he spoke, his gaze began searching the room, instinctively looking for the reason behind the urg
"The cut isn’t deep, Madame. There’s no need for stitches. We’ve cleaned and dressed the wound properly, and it should heal without leaving a scar.” The doctor spoke reassuringly to Zab, though his eyes flicked nervously toward the elderly woman seated in the wheelchair nearby. “Dr. Demetri,” the







