“If only I had known that thing back then, I wouldn’t have let Tita-Mommy leave,” She said regretfully to herself. She had been too blinded by pain at the time that she failed to notice Claire’s actions. Zayne was filled with even more regret, especially after saying hurtful words to the young woman. He opened the door again and saw her talking to Hero, which solidified the plan in his mind. Without hesitation, he left the room. Meanwhile, Claire felt a wave of weakness as Zekiel walked away. Thankfully, she managed to hold onto the sink for support. “Claire, are you okay?” Hero whispered softly, making Claire glance at him. “Stop calling me by that name, Hero. It might just make things worse. Both father and son are angry at me,” Claire said tearfully. “This is your fault, Claire. I thought you were smart? But why are you so stupid when it comes to love? They really weren’t lying when they said love makes even the smartest people foolish,” Claire was taken aback by Hero’s
“READ the rules and please understand them because I don’t want my child to get hurt,” Because of what Zekiel said, Claire was puzzled and immediately read the written rules. “Rule number one: You can’t leave my side unless you ask for my permission. Is this necessary?” Claire asked him, but the man just stared at her, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. She was growing more irritated with him, especially because of his controlling behavior. “Rule number two: You won’t talk to any other men unless I know about it. Rule number three: You won’t attend any events without me. Rule number four: Your only job is to eat healthily for my child. Rule number five: No stressing yourself. Rule number six: Don’t forget your vitamins. Rule number seven: No working—just stay by my side. Rule number eight: No getting angry. Rule number nine: You’ll live in my house until you give birth. Rule number ten—Wait, why is there no rule number ten?” she asked in confusion,
“Why?” came the cold question, making the young woman swallow hard. “W-what else for? You just made me a surrogate, didn’t you? Once I give birth to this child, I’ll cut all ties with you. The only thing that matters to you is this baby, so take it!” Claire’s words shocked everyone, even Hero, who could only rub his temples in frustration because her outburst only made things worse. Suddenly, Zayne stood up and left them there, running straight to his room. Zekiel immediately rose as well, making Claire glance at him. “Hero, go with them and make sure my child is safe,” Zekiel said coldly, emphasizing the word child before walking away and locking himself in his room. Claire was left behind, filled with regret over what she had said. “Why did you say that? You just made everything worse, Claire.” Claire sighed at Hero’s words. “I let my emotions take over, Hero. I didn’t mean to—I was just hurting too much,” Claire said weakly, making Hero shake his head. The two of th
“What’s really the truth, Claire? And why were you in the Philippines for ten months?” Quinn’s voice was the first thing that greeted them as soon as they stepped inside the office. Hero was also with them, quietly listening. “I’m pregnant, Quinn,” Claire said bluntly and took a seat. “You’re WHAT?!” Quinn exclaimed, stunned, and Claire shot her a sharp look because she had heard her just fine. “Pregnant?! How?! Who’s the father?!” Quinn asked in shock, making Claire lower her head and fidget with her hands. “Don’t tell me it’s Kiel?” Claire didn’t answer, which made Quinn grab her own hair in frustration. “Seriously, Claire?! How is that even possible? You haven’t seen each other in a month!” she said, exasperated. “I’m one month pregnant, Quinn. The reason I couldn’t come back right away was because Louise and I saw Zekiel, and that’s when I found out—I suddenly fainted in front of them.” Quinn could only slump onto the sofa, her mind in chaos. The room fell silent b
“WHO are you?” Zoey asked in confusion as she stared at the boy who looked exactly like her. “I-I… who are you?” Zayne shot back, equally unable to believe his eyes. Zoey was startled when he spoke in Tagalog. “You know how to speak Tagalog?!” She hadn’t expected that since they were in a foreign country, and besides, he looked like a foreigner—except for the fact that he was her spitting image. “H-How did you get that necklace?” Instead of answering her, Zayne’s attention was drawn to the necklace she was wearing, now clearly visible. Zoey instinctively touched her necklace and smiled. “This? Mommy gave it to me. She said it was passed down to her by Grandma,” she said cheerfully, admiring the pendant. Zayne, in disbelief, pulled out the necklace he was wearing from under his shirt—just as Zoey looked up. Her eyes widened when she saw it. “OMG! We have the same necklace!” Zoey gasped in amazement, but Zayne remained silent as everything slowly started making sense in
UPON ARRIVAL in the Philippines, Zekiel immediately took Claire to their house. “Welcome home, Tita-Mommy!” Zayne cheerfully greeted Claire, making her look around in surprise. Memories of the day she left her son, Zayne, five years ago flashed through her mind. “Our room is upstairs, next to Zayne’s,” Zekiel told her, making the young woman stare at him. “What do you mean ‘our’? We’re sharing the same room?!” Claire exclaimed in shock, causing Zekiel to frown before nodding. “Of course. What if something happens to you and I’m not there? I won’t allow that.” Claire fell silent at his words, while Zayne laughed and pulled her toward his room to show her. “Son, be gentle when pulling your Tita-Mommy.” “Yes, Daddy!” THE DAY PASSED, and Zayne did nothing but chatter away, much to Claire’s delight—she had missed her son’s liveliness. But when night fell and they were about to sleep, Claire received a call. “Claire, where are you?” Claire immediately sat up from lying dow
CLAIRE "Just a moment, sir. Stay here in the car." I've told Zekiel that multiple times, but he still refuses to listen. Louise has been waiting inside the restaurant while I’m stuck here in the car because of this man. "No," he replied coldly, making me run my hands through my hair in frustration. He’s so stubborn—it’s infuriating! He can’t come in, of course. There are things Louise and I need to discuss that he shouldn’t hear. "Sir, you don’t need to be inside," I repeated, but he just shook his head. "I won’t let you and my child be alone with that man," he said, making me sigh. See? He’s only worried about his child. I turned to look out the window, finally giving up on arguing with him. Maybe I should just reschedule my meeting with Louise—she’d understand. Just as I was about to grab my phone, it rang. Louise was calling. "Hello, Louise?" I answered, noticing Zekiel’s sharp gaze from the corner of my eye, but I ignored him. "Claire, where are you? I’m already he
“Huh? Why though?” He glared at me, making me gulp nervously before I quickly handed him my phone. “I told you, you’re so impatient,” I muttered as he took my phone and started fiddling with it. Good thing I had already changed my wallpaper—it used to be a photo of Zoey. “From now on, you won’t receive anything about Louise,” he said sharply, shoving my phone back at me, which only made me frown harder. It looked like he had deleted Louise’s number from my phone. “Where are we going?” I asked as he started driving. “Where else? To my office,” I nodded at his response, ignoring his sarcastic tone. “Wait, what about Zayne? He’s still at home!” I said, making him glance at me briefly before focusing back on the road. “I already asked Hero to pick him up.” I checked my watch—it was already nine in the morning. We must have stayed too long at the restaurant. I let him drive in silence, leaning back in my seat until, without realizing it, I fell asleep. “My life, wake up.”
“Oh my God, Zoey, it’s really you! I miss you, my daughter. Mommy misses you so much!” Claire showered her daughter’s cheeks with kisses, overwhelmed with longing. It had been almost two months since she had last held her child under Zekiel’s care. “I miss you too, Mommy!” “Zoey? Is this my grandchild?” The mother and daughter turned at the voice, and Zoey saw an elderly man wearing a crown—someone she recognized from TV, where she had seen him with her mother. “Grandpa!” Zoey immediately ran toward the King, who smiled warmly and scooped her up into his arms. In return, Zoey covered her grandfather’s face with kisses. “Wow, Grandpa, I can’t believe it’s really you! You’re the King? That’s so amazing!” Claire laughed, wiping tears from her cheeks as she watched them. “Haha, my dear, Grandpa’s getting tickled. That’s enough,” the King chuckled as the child finally stopped covering him in kisses and beamed up at him. “You’re so beautiful, my grandchild. You look just
“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father. “Daddy, can you trust me?” “Of course I trust you, son,” Zekiel said with a smile, pinching his nose. “Thank you, Dad. Now, here’s the plan...” “WE NEED to act now,” Clark said seriously. “Why does Claire have to come? Just your brother and I should go. Claire, you’re pregnant—you can’t,” the King insisted. They were in the main room, a day after the chaos had unfolded. They had released a statement claiming that a Mafia group had attempted to assassinate the princess and that they would fight back, urging the publ
“Are you okay, Claire?” Clark asked his sister worriedly as she drank something to calm herself. “I-I’m fine now, Kuya. I was just shocked by the sudden gunshot—I didn’t expect that,” Claire said, making Clark nod in response. “Me neither. It’s your day, Claire. But they did this on purpose to kill you. Thankfully, the shooter had bad aim and missed,” Clark replied. If this were any other situation and not so serious, Claire might have laughed at the thought of the shooter missing. But right now, her life was on the line. “What are you two talking about? What’s really going on?! I thought the Mafia was gone, Clark?!” They both turned to their father, having forgotten he was there—and that he had heard everything. “I-I’m sorry, Papa. I lied. I needed to keep your mind at ease after what happened to Mama, but the truth is… the Mafia isn’t gone. They’ve been lying low for a month, waiting for today—this is when they’re starting their war.” The King still couldn’t process wh
“No, YOU are being rude.” The man suddenly sat back down at her words, and the room fell silent. “May I remind all of you? We hired you to be the BALANCERS of this country, not the RULERS. WE are the rulers, and YOU are the balancers. So you have NO right to decide whether to accept me or my late mother as Princess and Queen of this country!” Claire held her head high as she spoke, leaving them speechless. Timothy grinned widely, almost clapping at his friend’s words. “I, the Princess of Spain, declare that the current council will be REPLACED with a new one!” Everyone stood up in protest, but Timothy acted swiftly, slamming his long gun on the table, silencing them. “The princess has given an order, so you MUST obey. Royal blood can make decisions without consulting the king.” Claire smiled as she saw the defeated looks on the men’s faces, then glanced at Timothy, who nodded back. Finally, she had avenged her mother. ’Mama, I know this is what you wanted. We miss you so
Breaking News: After a decade and a half of searching for the Queen and Princess of Spain, they have finally been found. Unfortunately, the Queen has passed away, and only the Princess, Princess Claire, has survived. Reports have also spread that the two royals had been staying in the Philippines, where they lived as ordinary citizens. --- Zekiel turned off the TV after seeing the news. A few days had passed since Timothy went with him to retrieve the body of the late Queen. He desperately wanted to see Claire, but he couldn’t—he had no right to ask about her. Especially now that she was known worldwide, with the strange circumstances surrounding her and her mother spreading everywhere. “Daddy!” He turned to the door and saw the twins running toward him. “Is there any news about Mommy yet?” Zoey asked with a hopeful smile. “Not yet, sweetheart,” Zekiel replied sadly. “Don’t worry, Daddy! Mommy will come back! Uncle Clark promised us!” Zoey said cheerfully. “Zoey’s ri
He was Timothy’s father and Kaithy’s husband. The right hand of the King, his own father. He was the one who taught them how to fight back then, so he could never forget the man—he had played such a huge part in his life. “I miss you so much, Tito!” She pulled away from the hug, and the man held her cheeks. “I couldn’t believe you’d grow up into such a beautiful lady.” Claire smiled even wider at his words. “Mama took good care of me, Tito.” The man’s smile faded at what she said. “I’m sorry about your mother.” “It’s okay, Tito. I’ve accepted it. It’s Papa I’m worried about.” Timothy’s father understood Tagalog but couldn’t speak it fluently since he didn’t grow up in the Philippines, unlike his wife and son, who had spent many years there. “I’ll go ahead now, Tito. I’ll see you later.” She smiled at him, and the man nodded. The news of the princess’s arrival spread quickly throughout the palace, and many wanted to catch a glimpse of her. Some even secretly positioned
Clark bowed his head at her question. “The doctor said your body is completely exhausted, especially after you were hit by a bullet in the shoulder,” Claire touched her shoulder but felt no pain there. No wonder it didn’t hurt—she had been asleep for a week. “The twins, Kuya?! What happened to my children?!” she exclaimed in shock as she remembered her kids. “Calm down, Claire. They’re fine. I had our people watch over them, so everything’s alright.” Claire stopped her hysterics upon hearing this and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, Kuya Clark. I’m just scared something bad might happen to my family.” Clark nodded in understanding at his sister’s words. Even though he didn’t have his own family yet, he felt the same way about theirs. “Oh, by the way, Kuya, does Papa know I’m here?” Clark shook his head at her question. “Papa doesn’t know. I hid you, Claire, because I want you to be the one to talk to him about what happened to Mama.” Claire couldn’t help but feel
After Zekiel said that, he immediately shot the enemies, causing the other two to join in, each firing at the opponents trying to advance. Since there were three of them, they quickly defeated them, much to the delight of the other two. “Finally!” Hero exclaimed. “We can go home now! Kiel, come on, hurry!” Dylan was the first to run, making the other two shake their heads before following. Dylan stopped at a door where they knew Louise was. “You go first, Kiel, hehe,” Dylan said, scratching his head sheepishly. “See? Acting all tough but actually a coward,” Hero teased, earning him a glare from Dylan. Meanwhile, Zekiel didn’t hesitate—he kicked the door open. But he froze when he saw Louise and Camille lifeless, drenched in their own blood on the floor. “D-Daddy!” He turned toward the voice and immediately ran to the twins. “Zoey! Zayne!” He hugged them tightly as the twins cried into his chest. When an explosion echoed in the distance, Zoey started crying again, b
“IN the count of three,” Zekiel said seriously as they stood at the edge of the garden of the building where Timothy was hiding, holding his family hostage. “One... Two... Three... NOW!” Zekiel’s men quickly scrambled into action at his signal. When they reached the underground passage, two people opened it, and as soon as it was unlocked, they rushed inside one after another. “Go! Go! Go!” Dylan whispered urgently to their teammates leading the way inside. “Make sure to keep it quiet,” Hero muttered to one of the men, who nodded in response. Once everyone else was in, the three of them followed. They had only brought a few men underground since the others were on lookout and would join them once the trap was set. When they entered, they found themselves in an open space that was clearly abandoned. “Start setting things up as planned.” The men nodded and began working on their assigned tasks. They had agreed to place long, sharp metal rods so that when their enemies