CHAPTER ONE
Escape "Lucy's POV" I know running away isn't the perfect choice for us, pero wala na talaga akong ibang maisip na paraan para takasan ang lahat ng nangyayari. I know this looks cowardly, but I don't have any other choice. Habang papalayo kami sa art gallery at sa kanya ay siya namang paghinto ng malakas na ulan. Tila ba naiintindihan ng langit ang nararamdaman ko. My heart tore into pieces again. But this isn't just about my feelings for Felix, this isn’t the past that we’ve made. Oo, aaminin ko, I still love him. Pero mas natatakot ako ngayon sa ideyang mawala ang anak ko—my one and only son. Dahil alam kong gagawin niya ang lahat mahanap at makuha ang anak ko… ang anak namin. I know I am too selfish na ipagkait sa anak ko ang kanyang ama, but this isn’t the right choice tapos niyang ipagpalit kami sa kondisyon ng kanyang minamahal na ina. On our way to the Ninoy Aquino International Airport, I quickly called my cousin, Trixie. "Hey, Trix... Umm... can you do me a favor?" I asked hesitantly. "Wait! What happened? Where are you, Lu—" naputol ang sasabihin niya nang may kumatok sa pinto nila. "Teka lang, Lucy. I need to check who's knocking," sabi niya. "Umm... if someone's looking for me, tell them I'm not here, okay?" I told her. She put the phone down as she slowly peeked through the door. Nang binuksan niya ito, I could tell from her voice that she was surprised. "Hmm... Oops, do I know you? Ahh... you're Feliciano Alexandier Creed, right? Anong kailangan mo?" I froze. Hearing his name from the other line made my stomach turn. He's at Trixie's house. "Where is Lucy?" he demanded. "Wait a second. Calm down! If you're looking for Lucy, she's not here! Last time I heard, she and her son Max were at her art gallery launch. Sa—asan nga ba 'yon... L'Aurore Art Gallery? So please, leave. Don't bother me. Or better yet, if Lucy ever comes back, get the hell out of her life," Trixie said firmly. "Okay, fine. I'll leave," he said. "But tell her this, she can't run forever. I'll track her down, and I'll get her and our son back." Trixie let out a sarcastic laugh. "What? You think Lucy's son is yours? The nerve! After everything you did to her, now you're pretending you care? Kapal ng mukha mo tapos mong abandonahin ang pinsan ko, and now you have the guts to show up and act like you care about her, get the fuck out of my house at wala dito si Lucy!” "I don't believe you," Felix snapped. "I know that boy is mine. He is mine." "Believe me or not, I don't care," Trixie replied sharply. "Lucy and my nephew Max are living happily with his real father and you wouldn't know, would you? Dahil tatlong taon… tatlong taon mo siyang inabandon! Because you're a coward hiding under your mother's skirt." I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Since the day they thrown me out of the Creed mansion while carrying their heir, Trixie has been my hero. She took care of me and my baby. Because of her, I survived—we survived. "Fuck!" Felix cursed. "Remember this, Ms. Beatrix Eillana Daine, and tell Lucy, she may have escaped today, but I will find her. Especially my son." Then he left. I could still hear his footsteps leaving Trixie's house. "The nerve of that man," Trixie snapped over the phone. "After three years of abandoning you, now he has the guts to show up and claim rights over you and your son? Fuck that asshole, Lucy!" "Trix, calm down. I know... and please lower your voice. Your nephew might hear you cursing," I replied, laughing a little. Pilit na tinatabunan ang sakit na naramdaman after hearing them raving each other. She chuckled too. "Anyway, back to your favor—ano ba 'yon, Lucy? You got me nervous." "That's it. If Felix comes back, please keep him away. And about my clients, just tell them I'm on a business trip abroad, and I don’t know when will we go back here in the Philippines.” I told her. "Wait—where are you going? And what business trip? I'm your personal secretary and there's nothing like that on your schedule and anong hindi mo alam kailan ka babalik! Are you?” she asked, confused. "That's the favor, Trix. I don't want to go home yet—Felix knows where to find us. That can't happen. Max and I are going to Hong Kong to meet a friend. Do you remember Mr. Huang?" "What? Mr. Huang? You mean Akihiro Ryoid Huang? The heir of the Huang Group of Companies?! The infamous tycoon—aside from the Creeds?" she gasped. "Yes, Aki and I have been best friends since high school. He's now the CEO of HGC, and he offered me a job—as part of their Creative Department." "Kidding aside, this field isn't new to me, Trix. You know I graduated Cum Laude with a Bachelor of Fine Arts, di ba?" I added. "I know that, Lucy. But what I'm saying is... you hooked a big fish! You're not just joining one of the biggest companies—you're part of a department! The girl they once treated like trash is now gold. I'm proud of you. Don't worry, I'll take care of things here," she assured me. "I know, Trix. Thank you for being my hero... my best friend. I wouldn't have made it this far without you. This time, I'll fight back. I won't let my son go through what I did at the hands of the Creeds," I said, tearing up. "Alright, Lucy. Just take care of my cute and handsome nephew, okay? Bye!" she said before ending the call. "Bye, Trix." I sighed deeply. We had just arrived at Terminal 3 of NAIA. I glanced at Max, who was still fast asleep. Twenty minutes ago, I booked our flight. Boarding was just minutes away. I gently woke him. "Max, sweetheart, wake up. We're at the airport now," I said softly, stroking his cheek. He opened his eyes, confused. "Mommy, where are we going? Where's Tita Trixie?" "Hmm... baby, Tita Trixie won't come with us. She's busy with work. We're going to Hong Kong to visit Disneyland—and Mommy will work there too," I explained calmly. "Yay! Disneyland! I want to go there, Mommy! I want to see Olaf, Mickey Mouse, and are there Avengers too, Mommy?" he asked excitedly. His innocent joy made my fear fade, even just for a moment. In his smile, I found my strength. At ang takot ko na baka bukas ay wala na sa aking kanlungan ang anak ko ay napalitan ng pag-asa that we'll be okay. "Yes, baby. Disneyland has Mickey Mouse and Olaf too! And if we go to the right one, like in Hong Kong or California, we can even see the Avengers. One day, we'll take lots of pictures with them. Would you like that?" I answered, smiling. He beamed and nodded. "Yes, Mommy! I want to hug Olaf. And I want to fly with Iron Man!" I laughed softly and kissed the top of his head. "Then you better be a good boy on the plane, okay? Because Iron Man only visits little boys who behave." He gasped in excitement. "Okay po! I'll be super good!" We reached our boarding gate just in time. I showed the agent our tickets while holding Max's small hand tightly. He looked around, eyes wide with wonder at the people, the blinking lights, and the sound of airplanes taking off. "Mommy, is this the airplane that will fly like a bird?" he whispered, clinging to me. "Yes, sweetheart. This one will take us to Hong Kong," I said, crouching to his level. "Are you ready?" He nodded, though his tiny fingers still gripped mine. "I'm a little scared, but I'll be brave like Spider-Man." I smiled. "That's my boy." As we settled into our seats, I helped Max buckle up and arranged his small backpack on his lap. He looked out the window, his breath fogging the glass. "Mommy, the clouds are so close," he said in awe. "Are we going to sleep up there?" "Not really sleep in the clouds, but we'll fly through them. It'll feel like we're floating." Max leaned back and pulled his stuffed bear from his bag. "Mr. Paw wants to see the clouds too." I chuckled and adjusted the bear so he could see out the window beside Max. The plane slowly began to taxi, and Max grabbed my hand. His eyes widened as the engines roared louder. "Mommy! Mommy, it's going fast! Are we flying now?" he shouted over the noise. "Almost, baby. Just hold my hand." As the plane lifted off, he squeezed tighter but didn't cry. He just looked amazed. "We're really flying," he whispered. As the seatbelt sign turned off and the cabin lights dimmed, Max eventually drifted off to sleep with his head on my lap. I ran my fingers gently through his hair, my heart both heavy and hopeful. I looked out the window at the dark sky, stars faintly twinkling in the distance. Beneath that vast sky, I was no longer the scared girl begging for freedom—I was a mother protecting her son. "Please, Lord," I whispered, "Let this be the start of a new life. Let me be strong—for Max." I leaned back, resting my head and closing my eyes, letting the quiet hum of the airplane drown out the noise of my past.CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEStorms CollideLucy’s POVThe words hung in my chest like a blade.“Then I’ll take my place by force.”I didn’t answer Felix. Couldn’t. My throat had closed, my thoughts a whirlpool.He left soon after, without slamming the door, without raising his voice again. But his vow lingered, filling every corner of my apartment until even the walls seemed to echo it.By the time I finally crawled into bed, my body trembled with exhaustion I couldn’t fight.Sleep brought no rest—only dreams of courtrooms, Max’s cries echoing, Felix and Elias standing on opposite sides of me, each pulling while I broke apart in the middle.The next morning, Max padded into the kitchen still in his pajamas, hair sticking up like little wings.“Mommy,” he said, rubbing his eyes, “why does Uncle Felix come here a lot?”My hand froze on the coffeepot.Max tilted his head, waiting for my answer.I crouched, forcing a smile, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Because he cares about us.”Max blinked
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTShadows at the DoorLucy’s POVMorning sunlight bled through the curtains, but it didn’t chase away the heaviness in my chest.Felix’s words from last night echoed still, looping endlessly in my mind.“I don’t want to take him. I want to be his father. I want him to know me.”For the first time, I believed him.And that terrified me more than his anger ever did.Because if Felix Creed really meant it, then the walls I’d built for five long years weren’t just cracking—they were already rubble beneath our feet.Max bounded into the kitchen, dragging his stuffed toy by one arm. “Mommy! Pancakes?”I forced a smile, reaching for the mixing bowl. “Pancakes it is.”But before I could even crack an egg, another voice answered from behind me.“I’ll handle it.”I froze.Felix stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, moving with a confidence that didn’t belong in my kitchen but somehow fit anyway. He pulled the pan from the rack, setting it on the stove like he’d done it a h
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENThe Edge of SurrenderLucy’s POVThat night, the walls of my apartment seemed smaller than ever. Every creak of the pipes, every hum of the refrigerator pressed down on me like a weight.But heavier than the silence was Felix’s vow, still ringing in my ears.“Max is my son. And I will fight for him.”I lay awake, staring at the ceiling long after midnight, afraid of closing my eyes. Because in the darkness, his face returned—furious, broken, determined—and there was no running anymore.I thought I had been strong. I thought I had been clever, building this life in secret, shielding Max from the Creeds’ world.But Felix had found us.And the truth was out.A soft rustle pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.“Mommy?”I turned. Max stood by my bed, hair rumpled, clutching his stuffed toy. His lower lip trembled.“I had a bad dream.”My heart clenched. I pulled him into my arms, tucking him against my chest. His small body was warm, fragile, so achingly precious.“Wha
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXWhen the Walls BreakLucy’s POVThe hallway light flickered, buzzing faintly above us. I stood frozen at the building’s entrance, Max clutching my hand, while Felix’s shadow stretched across the tiles.He wasn’t moving. Wasn’t leaving.“I’m not going anywhere,” Felix said again, low, steady. His eyes locked on mine, relentless. “Not until you tell me the truth.”The air between us pressed heavy, suffocating.Max tilted his head up at me, confusion clouding his wide eyes. “Mommy? Who is he?”My heart squeezed.I forced a shaky smile. “A… friend, Maxie. Mommy just needs to talk with him.”Felix’s jaw clenched at the word friend, but he didn’t argue. Not in front of Max.I fumbled with my keys, every nerve screaming against this, and pushed the door open.“Come inside,” I whispered.The apartment smelled faintly of garlic and rice from last night’s dinner. The ordinary scent made the tension even sharper, like Felix’s presence didn’t belong in this fragile, hidden worl
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe Weight of SilenceLucy’s POVThe moment Felix walked away from the park, my legs gave out. I sank onto the bench, trembling so hard my teeth clattered.His words echoed in me like a brand.He’s my son. I won’t let him grow up thinking I don’t exist.I had run for so long. Buried the truth under work, distance, and silence. But Felix’s eyes—raw, broken, furious—had shattered all of it in one blow.The walls I built weren’t just cracking anymore. They were collapsing.That night, I tucked Max into bed with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.“Mommy, why are your eyes red?” he asked, his small fingers brushing my cheek.I forced a laugh, kissing his forehead. “Just tired, baby. Mommy’s fine.”He studied me with an earnest frown that looked too much like Felix’s. My throat tightened until I thought I would choke.When he finally drifted off, clutching his stuffed toy, I lingered at his side. My son. My everything.And the one secret I could no longer protect.In the
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURShadows of BetrayalFelix’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.The park blurred around me—voices, footsteps, the hum of the city—all muffled, drowned beneath the single truth roaring in my skull.He’s mine.The boy on the swing—Max—laughing, legs pumping clumsily against the air, was my blood. My son.And Lucy—God.Lucy had kept him from me.I staggered back a step, fists trembling at my sides. Every detail I had ignored before, every flicker of familiarity, fell into place like cruel puzzle pieces.The way Max’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. The stubborn crease between his brows. Even his laugh—sharp, unpolished, but carrying an echo I recognized from old home videos of myself as a child.I had looked at that boy once and thought, he feels like mine.Now, there was no doubt.“Lucy.” My voice came out low, hoarse, dangerous even to my own ears.She flinched, guilt carved into every line of her face. “Felix—”“How old is he?” I demanded.Her lips parted, but no