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FLOWER OF LOVE HER MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME
He stared at her as if the light on his face depended on the words she had just said. “Say it again, Amor,” he urged, his voice rough with anticipation. She frowned at him. “Say what? Did I even say anything?” she asked, feigning confusion though her heart raced beneath her calm. He gestured with one hand, his lips parting. “You said, ‘I think I’m already—’” He held her gaze, unblinking, while hers tightened with confusion, her cheeks flushing crimson. “I didn’t say anything. You must’ve imagined it,” she lied, pulling her hand away from his thigh. Disappointment clouded his eyes. He looked away, straightening in his seat and fixing his attention on the road. “You really said nothing?” he asked again, quieter this time. She shook her head, forcing a small, innocent tone. “Nothing. If I speak, you might just get angry at me again.” “You’re a perfect liar,” he muttered, irritation sharpening his voice as he restarted the engine. She turned toward the window, hiding the f
FLOWER OF LOVE VERON'S EVIL SCHEME
Flora Amor stood before the very building she was looking for. It wasn’t difficult to find—it stood right along the highway, only a few blocks away from Balintawak Market. She took a moment to study the three-story commercial building. The construction looked almost complete and solidly built, though mounds of sand still littered the front, uncleaned and waiting to be cleared. Earlier that morning, she had looked up online what financial statements she was supposed to request from the project manager. Now, after surveying the structure, she stepped inside. Workers were scattered around, each busy with their tasks. “Excuse me, sir,” she called out to an older man resting near the stairs leading to the second floor. He had his hands on his hips, clearly taking a break while others were still fixing the ceiling lights. The man smiled warmly. “Good morning, ma’am. What can I do for you?” “Do you happen to know where the project manager is?” she asked politely. “Yes, ma’am. He’s on
FLOWER OF LOVE WHERE IS FLORA AMOR
“Ate, you’re taking too long in there! I’m going to be late for school!” Hanna complained from outside the bathroom. “You little brat!” Flora Amor shouted back, water splashing around her as she hurried to rinse off. “I already told you—before I even get up from bed, you should’ve been done taking your shower so you won’t keep whining like that!” She grabbed the towel hanging behind the door, wrapped it quickly around her damp body, and stormed out, ready to give her sister a light smack on the head—but Hanna was faster. The younger girl darted inside the bathroom and locked the door just before Flora Amor could raise her hand. “Hanna! If you’re still late next time, I’ll let you deal with it on your own, you pest!” she yelled, banging on the door in frustration. Her sister’s laughter echoed from inside. “What’s all the noise about this time, Flor?” their mother asked, stepping out from the small store at the front of their house, shaking her head. “And who’s even going to s
FLOWER OF LOVE THE WIFE AND THE TWO MISTRESSES
“Dixal, did you really use to do this for me before?” Flor Amor asked with a curious smile, her tone almost childlike as he helped her slip into her clothes, one piece at a time.“I love doing this, sweetie,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind once he was done.“Did I ever boss you around? Is that why we broke up? Did we fight?” she pressed on, her voice a soft mix of wonder and guilt.“You didn’t know I was a CEO back then,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “It was natural for you to give me orders as your husband. I got used to it.”A sigh escaped him before he continued, “I don’t know why you left. But I looked for you for a long time—until I saw you on that bus.”“On the bus? When?” she frowned, confused.Instead of answering, he took her hand gently and guided her toward a secret door.“I hate to say this, but they’re waiting outside the office,” he said, handing her bag over from the bed.As she took it, her eyes caught the glint of a wedding ring on
FLOWER OF LOVE THOSE DISTRACTING CALLS
Flora Amor didn’t know which to react to first—Dixal’s whispered “liar”, or his hands that had found their way to her chest. Before she could even breathe a word, her own hand was already clasped behind his neck as his lips wandered—tracing fire along her ear, down to her nape, her shoulder, then back again. “You’re such a liar, Amor,” he murmured teasingly against her skin. “You keep moaning wherever I kiss you, yet you claim you hate me.” His grip tightened ever so slightly, igniting a rush of heat through her body. Thank goodness he wasn’t facing her. If he saw her flushed cheeks, he’d never let her live it down. 'Why did I even touch his neck? Why did I… moan?' Her mind scolded itself, flustered beyond measure. 'He’ll think I’m desperate to be kissed!' “Dixal… wh-where’s the door button?” she stammered, pulling her hand away—only to find herself clutching his hands instead. He merely gave a low hum in response, lifting the hem of her blouse before grazing her skin with a t
FLOWER OF LOVE BETWEEN LIES
Flora Amor didn’t understand why she was fuming with irritation as she kept glancing at the pair in front of her—watching the finance director dab Dixal’s forehead with a tissue. She nearly hurled her bag at them—especially at him. 'Such a womanizer. Couldn’t even stop that woman from touching him!' her mind screamed. “Dixal, I’m getting tired of Shelda,” Veron complained, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I don’t even mind if you’re marrying her, but every time she sees me, she picks a fight. I don’t even bother with her.” Flora Amor’s lips pursed tighter as her fists clenched in her lap. 'Unbelievable. Look at him—enjoying himself like that!' she seethed, sneaking another glare at them. But then Dixal caught her sharp eyes through the mirror, and instead of looking guilty, his eyes narrowed—followed by a teasing smirk that only made her blood boil even more. She wanted to throw her bag at his head right then and there. If only she could jump out of the moving car, she
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