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.
Easy for whom? she wondered, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Turning on her heel, she continued toward the restaurant where Zandrie was already waiting. Anticipation curled warmly in her chest—not for the meal, but for the drama she knew was bound to unfold. The moment she stepped inside, Drie
"Have you talked to CEO Wallace?” Cassie was halfway down the corridor on her way to meet Drie at the restaurant when a firm hand suddenly closed around her arm. She jolted, breath catching painfully in her throat. “Dad—” Her free hand flew to her chest as she turned, her pulse still racing, only
“Losing the company would be a disaster,” he continued, his tone heavy with manufactured sincerity. “Not just for us, but for the people who depend on it for their livelihoods.” I lowered my gaze, pretending to weigh his words, hiding the cold amusement curling in my chest. “As CEO Wallace’s wif
"I wasn’t expecting this meeting,” I said calmly as I lifted my gaze to my father. “What can I do for you, CEO Knowles?” Early that morning, Drie received a message from Lemuel informing him that Red Knowles wanted to meet with me. I didn’t hesitate—I welcomed the request. If anything, I had bee







