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.
“Come, Cassie.” Zandrie extended his hand without hesitation. Cassie accepted it gracefully, her fingers resting lightly in his as they followed behind the men. They had barely reached the steps when Mirriam stepped forward, deliberately blocking their path. “Only the stockholders should be on t
"Who do I look like?” Ashton echoed, his brows knitting together as he turned instinctively toward Cassie. A ripple of curiosity—and unease—passed through the group. Nearby conversations dulled into background noise, as if the entire hall were waiting for CEO Jefferson Holt to explain the name he h
“Cassie—what are you saying?!” Mirriam cried, panic rising in her voice as all attention snapped toward her. “Isn’t that what you told me?” Cassie asked innocently, her voice trembling just enough to sound wounded. “You said you’d become CEO Wallace’s wife once he divorced me. That you deserved h
Cassie allowed herself to bask in the shock and disbelief rippling through the small circle around her. Six years ago, she would have shrunk under those same stares—too small, too broken, too ashamed to even lift her head in the wake of a scandal she never truly understood, let alone controlled.







