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.
"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
A ripple of quiet surprise spread among the guests as he continued. “She established retirement programs for the farmers who have spent their lives cultivating the land that sustains Wallace Plantation, a subsidiary of Malakai, as well as for every employee working under the corporation’s banner.”
“It does not devote its attention to every piece of drama circulating around a city,” Zandrie continued, his tone almost conversational now. His gaze briefly moved toward Vincent. “Everyone within Malakai Group is far too busy managing international operations to concern themselves with rumors of
Silence fell over the hall. The thunderous applause died instantly, as though someone had cut the sound from the room. Conversations halted mid-whisper. Even the clinking of glasses ceased. For a brief moment, the entire venue seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. Hundreds of eyes turned towar







