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 private island villa was pure paradise distilled—turquoise waters lapping at powdery white sands, palm fronds whispering in the breeze, and layered security that made it feel like the safest place on earth. For five glorious days, Cinthye and Damien shed the weight of their empire. The quadruplets were cocooned back at the sanctuary under Romnick’s over-the-top protection, Aiva’s digital fortress, and the crew’s relentless vigilance. This sliver of time belonged only to them. The moment their feet touched the dock, Damien swept Cinthye into his arms like they were newlyweds all over again. That first night, moonlight flooded the open-air master suite as he carried her over the threshold. He set her down slowly, green eyes burning with weeks of pent-up hunger. “I’ve waited too damn long for this,” he growled, backing her toward the massive four-poster bed with deliberate steps. Clothes became a forgotten trail across marble floors. Damien’s hands and mouth worshipped her with
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 strategy meeting lasted until dawn every member of the crew attended including the accountant who still looked confused about his life choices. It's ok bro you're not alone even Cinthye doesn't know where this is all going but all she does is trust the process. The Shadow Matriarch pointed toward a photograph in a luxury resort located in a private island heavily guarded and impossible to infiltrate. "The target?" Nicholas nodded. "Volkov financial archives." "Why there?" Cinthye asks. It's not like it's bad to ask and it's free so might as well do it rather than letting herself remain oblivious. The tracker slid another file across the table. "Because Sergei keeps records." Damien's eyes narrowed. "Everything?" "Yes, everything." Nicholas added in confirmation "We're going." The answer came immediately from Cinthye. Damien closed his eyes already exhausted. "We?" "Yes, why did you think I'll sit down and relax while you risk your lives for the documents that contains
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
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale. Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report." "What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man. A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything. PROJECT PHOENIX: SUCCESSFUL SUBJECTS Standing side by side. Not enemies. Not rivals but a family. Damien slowly took the file.His eyes scanned
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 hu







