INICIAR SESIÓN“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.
“With due respect, gentlemen, I know exactly what I walked into.” Cassie’s voice cut cleanly through the quiet exchange among the Petrov men. Holding herself steady took effort. Her pulse was loud, insistent, but none of it reached her voice. She kept it firm. Controlled. The room’s attention shif
"Please—have a seat, Chairman Greene… CEO Wallace.” The man standing beside Vasili Wright spoke with quiet authority, gesturing toward the vacant seats positioned to the CEO’s left. The invitation felt less like courtesy—And more like a summons. Though every man in the room carried an air of refi
“I already have,” she replied quietly. “I’ve memorized every report, every detail.” Her gaze sharpened. “He already knows what we’ve done… and what we plan to do.” This meeting—was never about numbers. It was about something far more decisive. “All he needs now,” Cassie said, turning to Zandrie
“And what makes you think I would be interested in what you’re offering, Madame Chairman?” CEO Vasili Wright asked coldly, his gaze sharpening as it locked onto hers. The question struck harder than Cassie expected. For a brief moment, she faltered. Silence pressed in as her mind raced, searching—







