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.
"I should be punishing you for hiding so much from me, Cassidy Greene." Ashton muttered under his breath, his voice low and strained. His chest rose and fell heavily, the control he had maintained all night now hanging by a fragile thread. A slow, sweet smile curved Cassidy’s lips, a direct contra
“We do not breathe the Pierce name to survive.” Amid the lingering mockery, Ashton said nothing. He simply stood there—still, composed—his gaze fixed on Roel Danes with an intensity that made the air feel heavier by the second. Then— A sharp ringtone cut through the silence. Roel’s phone. He f
"Cassidy… is the chairman of Malakai?” Red Knowles murmured, his voice barely audible, as if saying it any louder would make it real. “Dad…?” Mirriam turned to him, her face pale, her head shaking in frantic denial. “How can this be? This isn’t right… this doesn’t make any sense.” Her eyes darte
Across the hall, Red Knowles and Mirriam exchanged stunned looks. Both of them stared at Cassidy with disbelief. They could hardly believe she had the audacity to place herself at the center of Malakai Group’s most significant announcement in Bay City. "And she’s even being given the spotlight?” T







