LOGINWhen Queenie's three friends died, she was in pursuit of finding the one who killed them to bring justice, but it led her into a dangerous situation. She thought it was her end, but a man saved her and offered her justice for her friend if she would marry him. That led her down a path she was not expecting, marrying the Billionaire's son, whom she believed killed her friends.
View MoreI slowly opened my eyes. At first, I blinked a few times to adjust to the light, and the first thing I saw was the white room.Where am I?I focused on the steady beeping of the monitor beside me and felt the oxygen mask covering my mouth and nose.What’s happening? Am I in the hospital?I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t move my body.Am I paralyzed?Fear slowly crept into me as flashes of that night—the bomb, the explosion—rushed into my mind. My whole body still ached, as if the pain from that nightmare was real, not just some distant memory.I turned my head, glancing around the room. There was no one else here.Why am I here?Is this a dream?I shut my eyes again, trying to drift back to sleep, but sleep refused to come. Then I heard the door creak open and soft footsteps approaching me.I opened my eyes to see Verona standing there, her eyes wide in surprise.“Sis! You’re awake now!” she exclaimed, her voice full of relief. I wanted to ask her why she’d left me in such a rush befo
I couldn’t help but glance at the man—Zech’s so-called uncle, Jerick—as I listened to the three of them talk about business. I also caught him glancing at me, accompanied by a smile I couldn’t quite read... but it didn’t seem to mean well. I was introduced to him—Jerick Sandoval—the man who owns several international shipping lines and online shopping platforms. That’s why I don’t understand... why is his surname Sandoval? What’s the reason? Zech’s father once said they’d been friends for seven years and that Jerick was the son of his cousin, Emmanuel Sandoval. That only deepened my curiosity. No matter which way I look at it, I know he’s well-acquainted with that man—the one I’ve dealt with several times before. Is he planning something? Zech’s arm wrapped securely around my waist, while his other hand held a glass of champagne. I noticed the smile on his face as he talked to his father and Jerick about the company’s direction. And here I was, pretending to be so engrossed i
The hairdresser fixed my hair. Zech’s mom had even sent a make-up artist and hairdresser just for me. What’s with this grand ball? The occasion seemed very special and important to the El Devar family. It had been days with no repeat delivery of those strange packages. But I was still worried. What if someday, without realizing it, Zech’s staff missed one and one of my family or friends received a package? I didn’t know what to do if that happened. No matter how many times I searched, I couldn’t find that man. And no matter how much I wondered who might be after Pigeon, there was no one I knew who could be involved in this. Looking back at all my past transactions, there was nothing suspicious. And the file Matthew left with me was already hidden safely, somewhere no one would ever find it. Is that what this mysterious person wanted all along? I had checked the file again; there was nothing but codes, hundreds of them, ones even Ced couldn’t understand. After the hairdresser finishe
The depressing music gave me sadness as I quietly drank the milk tea. There were many people inside the establishment where Rhisha and I were.We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when I found out that she was in Manila where I was, I phoned him to meet her. If I hadn’t used Facebook and seen her posts, I probably wouldn’t have known.“I see the news about your three friends, Queenie, you never told me what happened to them, but I am so happy they had the justice they have, despite the murderer killed. Everyone thought it was an accident, but it was not. And the three police acquainted with the murder got imprisoned. And it's a whole story,” said Rhisha while twisting the straw of her milk tea.I dropped the half-empty milk tea on the table, our seat next to the glass plain window near the entrance. I looked at her, whose formerly long hair was now shoulder-length, and she dyed it copper brown to match her white skin complexion better. Wearing a gray blouse and fitted black






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