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.
“Have you prepared everything we need, Riley?” he asked as he took his seat behind the desk. Riley was already there, standing by with several folders in hand. “Yes, Ashton,” he replied promptly, placing them neatly in front of him. “But we’re still waiting on additional documents.” Ashton gave a
"You’ll need to secure an appointment first, Madame Greene,” the receptionist said with a polite, practiced smile. “The CEO’s earliest availability is in a week—for a twenty-minute meeting.” “A week?” Cassie repeated, her brows drawing together. That was too long—far too long for a mere twenty-m
"It seems the Pierces won’t be ruling Bay City for much longer.” Roel Danes’ voice cut through the noise, sharp and dripping with malice as he positioned himself right in front of Ashton—perfectly framed for the swarm of cameras crowding the entrance of Pierce Corporation’s main building. Flashes
The ease from moments ago vanished completely—replaced by a dark, dangerous tension. His jaw tightened, his eyes sharpening with focus. Cassie straightened immediately, the change in him enough to set off her instincts. Ashton didn’t say another word. He simply turned to her and gestured toward th







