LOGIN"NANDITO na po ang mga bata, Ma'am." Tinanguan ko ang mga tauhan ko at tahimik na pinagmamasdan ang dalawang batang dinala nila. “You can go now,” Agad silang umalis ay isinara ang pinto.
I couldn't believe that they were in front of me, and they were two. I thought it was only one but just like what my private investigator told me. Quira gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy, Eros Quirov Villagracia and Liliana Aphrodite Villagracia. The future heir and heiress of the Madrigal Empire looked alike. They inherited their father's features, but they got their mother's eyes which made me recognise them easily. "Who are you? And why did you bring us here? What do you need?" Eros asked, squinting his eyes at me. I let out a short laugh, he didn't only get his father's eyes but also Hades’ attitude. I felt like I was facing my son when he was Eros’ age. He even covered his sister as if he was protecting her from me, aw, what a caring older brother. Quira raised them well. Speaking of that woman, I'm glad that she was the mother of Hades’ children. But after the incident happened she suddenly left without leaving any traces, I searched for her but she was quick to hide herself. And now destiny intentionally crossed our paths, I'm glad to see her with—my grandchildren. I'm sure she'll be right here in no time, knowing Quira she does everything for her people. "Hi, kids. I'm Romana Madrigal, your grandmother." I smiled before introducing myself, hoping not to creep them out. Eros's brows furrowed. "Why would we believe you? You even kidnapped us, now you're introducing yourself as our grandma? What a joke." He mocked. Crossing his arms against his chest, reminding me of an identical image of his father. "She does look a bit like us, Kuya. And maybe she's telling the truth." Aphrodite convinced her brother, he turned towards her. Tinaasan niya ng kilay ang kapatid bago lumapit at bumulong. "Phoebe, don't you remember what Mom told us?" He asked, gentleness evident in his voice. "Don't trust strangers." They said in unison. Aphrodite nodded and turned her head to the side, trying to take a look at me. "It's good. That your mother taught you that, seems like Quira raised you well,” Napagtanto ko na mas mabuti pang hindi ko muna sila piliting tanggapin iyon, besides they're young. "She's our mother. So probably that would be one of the things she teaches us,” Eros added. "She's the best Mom we could ask for. We love Mommy, don't we Kuya?" She asked enthusiastically. "Of course," Tugon nito sa kapatid bago hinawakan ang kamay nito at ginayak palapit sa kanya. Tiningnan ko sila ng matiim at iginaya mga upuan, sinamaan ako ng tingin ni Eros bago tinulungan si Aphrodite. These kids are smart. Kasalukuyan kaming nakaukupa sa presidential suite ng hotel na pag-aari ko. The kids sat on the couch hugging each other. I ordered food for us, it seemed like they were used to dining in, and both of them knew that they were currently occupying a restaurant. I took the remote and pressed a button to open up the curtains, revealing the view of the city. It's better at night. Kinuha ko ang baso ko bago sumimsim habang hindi tinatanggal ang titig sa kanila. "Wow, Kuya. Look, we can even see our school from here." Aphrodite shook her brother's shoulders while pointing to something, her eyes lit up in happiness. "Yeah, and I can see Mom's car heading here." I almost spit my wine when I heard him. I coughed, getting their attention, and they assisted me immediately. Agad akong nakabawi at umusli ang gilid ng labi ko, that was fast. "Lola, are you okay?" Aphrodite asked worriedly, offering me her table napkin. I accepted it and wiped some wet parts of my lips. "Yes, thank you, dear." The food arrived, marami akong in-order para sa kanila. Hindi ko kasi alam kung ano ang gusto nilang kainin at gusto ko din na matikman nila ang ibang putahe kaya niramihan ko. Sabay naming hinintay ang ina nila, ilang minuto ay pabagsak na bumukas ang pintuan halatang sinipa pabukas. The heavy oak door revealed a calm looking woman, I was caught in her expressionless gaze. Siguradong iba ang nararamdaman niya ngayon kumpara sa ipinapakita ng mukha niya. "Mommy!" Masayang salubong ni Aphrodite kay Quira na nagpabago ng ekspresyon nito na tila walang nangyari, pinatakan niya ng magaan na halik sa noo ang anak bago nagsalita. "Are you okay, baby? Did she hurt you?" She asked with a gentle voice. "No, Mommy. She told us she was our Lola, grannys don't hurt their grandchildren, right? It's bad." Paniniguro ni Aphrodite at nagpout ng labi, dahan-dahang naglakad si Quira papunta sa direksyon ni Eros at agad namang niyakap nito ang mga hita niya. "Yes, I wouldn't hurt my grandchildren." Tugon ko sa bata bago tumayo. "I'll make sure you won't. Because I'm taking them away from you and your family, Mrs. Madrigal." She replied by lifting Eros. "Look, Quira, I'm here to apologize not fight with you." Kumbinsi ko sa kanya. "Mommy, why don't you talk to Mommyla about it? You know, settle things with her. She seems to be persistent, maybe it's important." Aphrodite urged her Mom, Quira heaved a sigh and walked towards the other side of the couch putting down both kids. My heart swelled up upon hearing that my grandchild acknowledged me, I'm glad that she accepted me as her grandmother. Wala sa sariling napangiti ako habang nakamasid sa kanila. "Eros, Aphrodite, maybe you should eat first while we talk, alright?" She asked softly. And the kids nodded in response. "Let's talk somewhere else." Turan niya, unti-unting lumapit sakin. Naunang akong naglakad at iginaya siya sa veranda. "Pangungunahan na kita Quira. I know we've done a lot of bad things to you but that doesn't remove our rights from my grandchildren, please work for us again. That's all I'm asking for you. I won't tell my son or any of our family members. This will remain our secret. Hayaan mo akong sustentuhan ang mga apo ko. How old are they now?" Mahaba kong litanya. "Their five-year-old turns six in December and January." Tugon niya habang pinagmamasdan ang siyudad. "Eros was born on the 31st of December, a minute before the new year. Aphrodite was born on the same date but is the exact time of the new year, that's the difference between their birthdays." "I'm glad that even how much you despise our family you named them close to my son." Nakangiting sabi ko habang nakatingin sa kanya. "No, that's not the real reason. I just happen to love greek mythology that's all. I still despise you and your family." Tiningnan niya ako ng masama bago ibinalik ang tingin sa malayo at itinungtong ang mga braso sa railings ng terrace. "I know that. But will you come back and work for us?" Pangungulit ko.The contractions returned with a vengeance at 3:17 AM, tearing through the sanctuary like an enemy assault no one could outrun. Cinthye jolted awake with a sharp, guttural cry, her hands fisting the sheets as white-hot pain radiated through her body. The quadruplets were done waiting. Damien was instantly awake, his warrior instincts kicking in. His eyes widened with controlled panic, but his movements were pure precision as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her heavy form against his chest. “It’s time,” she gasped, another wave ripping through her like lightning. “All of them—Damien, they’re coming fast! I can feel it!” The sanctuary medical wing transformed into a controlled storm of urgency. Alarms blared in measured tones. Doctors and nurses moved with military precision, holographic displays flashing vital signs. Outside the reinforced doors, the crew sprang into action. Romnick paced like a caged animal, cracking nervous jokes to hide his fear. Nicholas barked orders int
"Good afternoon Ma." Bungad ni Cairo sa Ina na prenteng nakaupo sa swivel char ng opisina na niya. Her hazel eyes reflected his. Kitang-kita ang ganda nito sa kabila ng edad. His Mom age like a fine wine, that's why he understood why his Dad goes crazy over her. "Hello, son." Bati nito sa kanya, sinusukat ng tingin nito ang kabuoan niya bago lumipat sa kasama. Tumayo ito at lumapit kay Avern. "Are you okay, hija? Bakit hingal na hingal ka?" Tanong ng Ina habang masama ang tingin sa kanya. Agad niyang tinaas ang magkabilang kamay hudyat na sumusuko siya lalo na wala siyang kinalaman sa—oh well not really. I kinda took her breath away, not in the way that he wanted but oh well. Sapo ni Avern ang dibdib at hinahabol ang hininga. "Ayos lang po ako, Ma'am." The woman clicked her tongue in disagreement. "Didn't I told you to call me Tita? Avern, hija. How long have you been managing the VilMode in my son's stead?" Napababa siya ng tingin. "Eight years, Ma'am." "Goodness me! Lumipas na
The sanctuary stronghold pulsed with life like never before. What was once a fortress of cold steel and shadowed corridors had transformed into a vibrant haven, echoing with the piercing cries of infants, bursts of laughter, and the occasional frustrated groan from sleep-deprived adults. The quadruplets—born from the crucible of war and passion—ruled the roost: Alex, named for the fierce legacy of Alejandro, with his tiny fists already clenching like he was ready for battle; Elena, honoring Damien’s mother, whose wails cut through the air like a commander’s order; Victor, symbolizing unyielding resilience; and Luna, the moonlit miracle who had witnessed her parents’ unbreakable bond under starlit skies. Cinthye lounged in the sunlit family lounge, the golden rays filtering through reinforced bulletproof glass. Luna nursed contentedly at her breast, while Alex dozed against Damien’s broad chest. Her body still throbbed from the grueling birth, muscles protesting with every shift, but
The years had woven a delicate tapestry of power and tenderness around the sprawling stronghold, where shadows of empire danced with the laughter of children. The quadruplets—Alex, Elena, Victor, and Luna—were now five years old, bursting with the unbridled energy of youth yet already echoing the formidable legacy of their parents. Alex moved with a quiet intensity, his sharp eyes forever scanning the edges of rooms as if shadows themselves whispered secrets. Elena commanded any space she entered with a single, piercing glance that could silence a room. Victor charged through life with bold physicality, tumbling and wrestling like a future warrior, while Luna carried an intuitive calm that mirrored her mother Cinthye's serene strength, diffusing tensions with a gentle word or touch. The stronghold had transformed from a mere fortress into a vibrant family haven, every corner a masterful blend of defense and delight. Play areas nestled behind reinforced tactical walls, where swings h
The contractions returned with a vengeance at 3:17 AM, tearing through the sanctuary like an enemy assault no one could outrun. Cinthye jolted awake with a sharp, guttural cry, her hands fisting the sheets as white-hot pain radiated through her body. The quadruplets were done waiting. Damien was instantly awake, his warrior instincts kicking in. His eyes widened with controlled panic, but his movements were pure precision as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her heavy form against his chest. “It’s time,” she gasped, another wave ripping through her like lightning. “All of them—Damien, they’re coming fast! I can feel it!” The sanctuary medical wing transformed into a controlled storm of urgency. Alarms blared in measured tones. Doctors and nurses moved with military precision, holographic displays flashing vital signs. Outside the reinforced doors, the crew sprang into action. Romnick paced like a caged animal, cracking nervous jokes to hide his fear. Nicholas barked orders int
The sanctuary was changing and each one of them became transformed into something almost unfathomable. A fortress of war rebuild as a fragile haven of hope in spite of endless war. The cold pillars that were once made to withstand seige and weapons now filled with a soft beeps of monitors and a fainting scent of jasmine from the reinforced gardens. Armored walls hid nurseries stocked with reinforced cradles, gentle ambient lighting that mimicked dawn and dusk, and state-of-the-art holographic monitoring systems that tracked every flutter of life. Yet beneath the calm surface, tension crackled like static before a storm. Scouts reported shadows moving at the edges of their territory. The empire’s remnants never slept. Cinthye moved like a queen carrying the weight of destiny itself. Her belly, round and heavy with four precious lives, strained against the flowing silks she wore. Each step was deliberate, one hand pressed to the small of her back where the ache never fully faded,







