Mr. del Fuego stood up from his bed and took his cigarette. He just wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his veranda.
"Hmmn," a sound of a woman came out under his quilt. "Good morning Honey," Cassandra greeted Mr. del Fuego while looking at his staggering and sensual aura. She was one of the realty agents under his firm. She had a long sleep after being exhausted last night with him. He was like a hungry beast who devoured her body last night. It made her so excited again thinking about how he did it last night. It was her most steamy night. He was so manly and delectable and can make every woman fantasize to be in his bed. Luckily she was one of those. She rose from the bed and straightly walked naked towards him. She hugged Mr. del Fuego from his back.
Mr. de Fuego felt her big soft orbs at his back and he became irritated. "You may leave Cassandra," he said emotionless.
Cassandra paused for a moment. She can't believe those words came out of his mouth after their heated intercourse last night. She thought he liked him so much.
"Are you deaf? I said you can leave now. Or do you want me to kick you out," he yelled at her already.
Cassandra immediately collect all her torn clothes on the floor and started to wrap the bedsheet around her body while her tears are flowing down her cheeks. She was so embarrassed. She wasn't expected him to be this rude and cruel after what they did last night.
Mr. Jericho del Fuego is a Playboy Bachelor in town. Mostly women are the ones who used to approach to be in his bed. He is what they call a hot hunk Bachelor and a resemblance to a local actor Jericho Rosales. He is extremely handsome and has an inch-perfect body.
He loved to play with women who used to climb his bed but he never had a serious girlfriend. For him, a woman is just a thing and he enjoys playing with them.
He is the owner of the del Fuego Brokerage and Realty Firm in Batangas City. He is a successful businessman at the young age of 20. After he graduated from St. Benilde in Batangas City, he decided to put up his Brokerage and Realty Firm as he doesn't want to work with his father's company even though he is the only son of del Fuegos. They had a furniture and home depot business in Batangas City and Lipa City. His father offered him to handle one of the branches of their family business after he graduated but he refused since he is more social and deals with homeowners. He put up his Firm instead and it's still at the peak of its status in the industry. He had made his name already after 15 years of handling his Firm. He was not only known here in the Philippines but also Asia as a Young Bachelor Entrepreneur. He had several invitations as a resource speaker with different industries already, he also had talks from different Business Schools to inspire young Marketing and Management students.
Back to reality...
He just used women once in bed and after that, he throw them away. He doesn't believe in any serious relationships. He is content being a Bachelor, with no family responsibility and obligation.
He called his secretary and told her to give Cassandra her cubicle and complete fringe benefits like a laptop, cell phones, and car as a privilege of being their core agents in the Firm. He is a generous employer. "Also tell her to be focused on her goal from now on and do not go directly to me okay," he gave instructions to his secretary. His secretary Thalia knew him well, she is his cousin and his partner in crime to keep his women's mouths shut after playing with them. "Well noted on this, Sir Echo," she smiled while ending their call.
"Tsk, tsk. Well even though Ms. Cassandra, one of their new agents can't win her cousin's heart, she was still lucky he caught his attention and gave her everything," she said to herself. "It's somewhat a blessing for those women to be linked to her cousin even if it will just break their hearts. Echo can play with them but they cannot win his heart.
"I hope he meets his match already. I will be one of those who will be very very happy then: she told herself.
That afternoon, Echo is in a rush as he will be meeting his client at Starbucks near the Bus terminal. He parked his car in the parking area and while walking he bumped into a nerd young lady who happened to be Teacher Maria. He was so annoyed with her clumsiness but after staring at her face, he found out that she is a real beauty, she had a bare face with only lipstick as her make-up. She wasn't wearing a strong scent of fragrance which his women usually had, she had just a soft feminine scent which he seemed too long already. She dressed like an old fashioned and he hadn't seen any skin exposed indeed. She was the exact opposite of those women surrounding him. Most of them were ramp models, sales agents, managers from other industries, young students, and professionals, and sometimes there were also matrons. Name it he had it. But that young lady is quite different.
He was annoyed a while ago, but now he seemed to be challenged to know this young lady. "There's something in her," he said to himself.
He went to his Lexus White car. He played his favorite Side A Nonstop Playlist from his Mark Levinson audio systems while wearing his Bentley Platinum Sunglasses.
He looked so handsome while starting his car engine. He left Starbucks already and headed to their ancestral house in the City of Batangas already.
His parents were waiting for him already as they will have their dinner together.
"How's your firm son?" the elder del Fuego asked his son while having his dinner.
"Doing great Dad," she proudly answered.
Even if his son refused one of his branches, he is so proud of his only son. He can see himself from Jericho's personality. He was also in the same boat as he is when he was at that age. He wanted to stand on his own at that time and proved to his parents he can be successful of his own will which he did. His son now is a reflection of his young personality way back then.
"Great. I know you will be a successful son. I'm so proud of you," he said proudly to Jericho.
"You want more steak son?" his mother asked him.
"I'm already full Mom. Thanks. I loved this steak," he said to his mother.
Mrs. del Fuego smiled with her son. She was so happy looking at the father and son in front of her. They looked alike with almost the same features and personalities. The only difference between the two was that the elder del Fuego is serious and faithful while the younger one was playful and doesn't want a serious relationship. It usually upset her since at the age of 35, for her, Jericho is already mature and must have his own family already. She wished to play with her grandchildren from his only son.
The Del Fuego estate had always been a place of quiet transformation. The vines grew in disciplined rows, the soil rich with memory, and the wind carried stories that had never been spoken aloud. Maria often said the vineyard was like a mirror—it reflected what people brought to it. Some arrived with ambition. Others with grief. And some, like Maria herself, with silence.It was a Tuesday morning in late October when the knock came.Maria was in the nursery, humming softly to Celestina while Rafael played with wooden blocks on the floor. The twins had grown quickly—now toddling, babbling, and demanding attention with the full force of their personalities. Jericho was in Manila for a meeting, and Celeste was hosting a leadership seminar in Tagaytay. The house was unusually quiet.The knock was soft. Hesitant. Almost apologetic.Maria paused. Visitors didn’t arrive unannounced—not anymore. The estate had become a sanctuary, protected by gates, security, and layers of discretion. But som
The vineyard was quiet in the early hours of dawn. Maria sat at her writing desk, the windows open to the scent of ripening grapes and the distant hum of workers preparing for the day. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart steady. She had written the final line of her second book.She titled it The Unspoken Harvest.Unlike The Quiet Vine, which had been a gentle meditation on motherhood and legacy, this new work was bolder. It was a reckoning. A collection of essays, letters, and fictionalized vignettes that explored the invisible burdens women carry—expectations, silence, sacrifice—and the cost of performing perfection in a society that rarely asks what lies beneath.Maria didn’t write it to provoke.She wrote it because she couldn’t stay silent anymore.The book opened with a letter to her daughter:“Celestina, if you ever feel the weight of being everything to everyone, know that you are allowed to be something for yourself.”From there, Maria wove stories of women she h
A fully developed continuation of the Del Fuego saga, written in immersive prose and crafted . This chapter explores how Maria’s literary success begins to draw national media attention, and how the Del Fuego family—especially Jericho and Celeste—must navigate the sudden shift from quiet legacy to public scrutiny.The Del Fuego estate had always been a sanctuary. Nestled between the hills of Batangas, it was a place of quiet elegance, where vines grew in disciplined rows and the rhythm of life followed the seasons. For decades, the family had cultivated not just wine, but privacy. Their legacy was whispered about in business circles, admired in agricultural journals, but rarely splashed across headlines.Until Maria’s words changed everything.Her debut book, The Quiet Vine, had launched quietly, like her essays before it. But the resonance was immediate. Within weeks, it climbed bestseller lists. Book clubs across the country began dissecting her prose. Influencers quoted her lines.
The Del Fuego estate had always been a place of quiet dignity. Nestled in the heart of Batangas, it was known for its sprawling vineyards, its elegant stone mansion, and the legacy of a family that had weathered generations of storms. But now, the estate was no longer just a symbol of heritage—it was becoming a symbol of something else.Maria Del Fuego’s words had changed everything.Her debut book, The Quiet Vine, had begun as a private act of reflection. A collection of essays and poems written in the quiet hours between feedings and vineyard walks. She hadn’t expected it to resonate. She hadn’t expected it to be published. And she certainly hadn’t expected it to become a national bestseller.But it had.And now, the world was watching.The success of The Quiet Vine was swift and organic. It began with book clubs, then spread to social media. Readers quoted her lines, shared her essays, and wrote blog posts about how her words had helped them feel seen. Her reflections on motherhood
The Del Fuego estate had always been a place of quiet beauty—vineyards stretching across the hills, the scent of ripe grapes in the air, and the soft hum of life unfolding in rhythm with the seasons. But inside the mansion, tucked away in a sunlit corner of the nursery, something else was blooming.Maria Del Fuego sat at her writing desk, a cup of chamomile tea cooling beside her, her laptop open to a blank document. Celestina and Rafael were napping nearby, their tiny breaths rising and falling in sync. The house was quiet, and for the first time in weeks, Maria felt still enough to listen to herself.She had started writing again not with intention, but with instinct. It began as a way to process the whirlwind of motherhood—the sleepless nights, the aching body, the overwhelming love. But soon, her thoughts spilled beyond the personal. She wrote about legacy, about silence, about the invisible labor of women who hold families together without applause.She didn’t know what she was w
The Del Fuego estate was quiet in the early hours of dawn. The vineyard, still cloaked in mist, stretched endlessly toward the horizon. Celeste stood at the edge of the terrace, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise over the hills. It was a view she had come to cherish—constant, grounding, and deceptively peaceful.But peace, she knew, was rarely permanent.Inside the mansion, Maria was nursing Celestina while Rafael slept soundly in his crib. Jericho had returned to work, balancing fatherhood with boardroom battles. The estate was thriving. The Del Fuego Group had just secured a major partnership with a European distributor, and Celeste’s initiatives were being hailed as visionary.Yet beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.It began with a phone call.The offer,Celeste was in her study when her private line rang. She rarely used it anymore—only a handful of people had the number. She answered, expecting a routine update.“Celeste Reyes?” the voice asked.“Yes.”“This is Anton Vil