Demi and Maine got married by the judge they knew. They preferred a small wedding, and Maine's practical nature, inherited from her mother, make her mom agreed with their preference.Inside the judge's office, they exchanged jokes and banter. Maine couldn't believe that she is getting married."Anyone object to this marriage? Demi seems so eager to take Maine home," the judge joked."Oh, come on. Are you suggesting I can't wait to get this woman?" Demi teased the judge. "She might walk out if you keep pushing that someone might object to our marriage.""I'm just making sure, buddy. You seems really eager. Don't come too close to me, or you might end up separating," the judge laughed. "Maine, you'll be the light of the home, what's your role, Demi?""I'm in charge of changing lightbulbs, Judge," Sandro shouted, making everyone laugh."You guys are crazy, you'll be in trouble with me later," Demi laughed."With the power vested in me, I now declare you married. You may kiss your bride,"
The next day, she woke up late. She peeked into Demi's room, but he wasn't there. She went out of the room and when she got to the kitchen, there was a woman cleaning. The woman was startled when she saw her. "Who are you? You're a thief, aren't you?" the woman said, which surprised her. "Huh? What are you saying, that I'm a thief?" She frowned at what the woman said. "Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry." "It's okay," she smiled, "I'm not sensitive even if you called me a thief." "What?" the old woman exclaimed in surprise, "
She watched Demi as he chopped wood. (His body is amazing! Wow! Everything is in the perfect place and perfect shape!) she said to herself. She felt giddy as she watched the man chop wood, each drop of sweat seeming to fall in slow motion to her. The man glanced at her and smiled. Why did she feel like he was teasing her? It was as if he was deliberately showing off the muscles in his arms and the abs on his stomach. The household staff arrived, bringing food. They also brought a pitcher of orange juice and some glasses. Lourdes followed them. "Olga, this is Senyorita Maine, sir's wife," Lourdes introduced her. The woman seemed slightly surprised by the old woman's words but smiled anyway. "Good morning, Senyorita," she bowed in front of her. "Hi... Good morning," she responded with a smile. The staff set the table. She didn't get involved, first because she didn't know much about setting tables, and second because she was used to being served. "Senyorita, please don't
"Please, let's talk, Demi," Matilda pleaded with Demi. "Isn't that Miss Matilda? Why did Sir marry someone else?" "He replaced her with someone much younger, but that woman's got a terrible attitude." "Good thing Sir swapped her out. Whenever she's here, we're always exhausted." "Yeah, she acts like she's the boss." Matilda could hear the whispers of the workers behind her. "We have nothing to talk about, Matilda!" Demi snapped. "No—no—Art and I are really separated now. You're the one I truly love!" Matilda insisted. "Huh! And you expect me to believe you're not trying to manipulate me? You haven't changed at all!" Demi retorted. "You!" Matilda pointed at her. "You're brainwashing him, making him angry at me so he'll end up with you!" "I have nothing to do with that. Is it my fault he prefers someone fresh and not someone used up?" Demi replied. This made Matilda even angrier, especially when the workers laughed. "You wretch! How dare you talk to me like that!
"Why... you're so beautiful," Demi said to her. (OMG! He's going to kiss me! What should I do? What?) "Ouch!" she cried out. Demi stopped in his tracks. "Why? What happened?" "My—my waist hurts!" she replied. He helped her stand up. "Where?" "Here," she pointed to her side. "I'm taking you to the hospital!" he said, panicking. "Wait! I'll call—" "No! Don't. Maybe it's just a pinched nerve," she said. "I'll just go to my room; I might need to stretch it out." She quickly ran to her room, eager to escape the awkward situation. Her heart is pounding like there's a drum inside. She quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Oh my God, that was so embarrassing..." ********** "Demi, calm down!" he said to himself. "She's young, don't ruin her future," he muttered, glancing at the door the girl had entered. "Why does she have to be so beautiful," he chuckled to himself, talking aloud. "Come on, Demi, get it together. This is embarrassing," he said, shaking his
"Are we riding those?" she asked in surprise upon seeing the row of horses. "Yes, so we can tour the mango orchard more easily. If we walk, you might not even get halfway today," Demi answered her. "Which one should I ride?" she asked. "Senyorita, ride with me. I'll be your guide," Caleb said with a smile. "Hey, ride with me instead," Clark said, "He drives too fast." "Shame on you two," Olga scolded, "of course, the senyorito will be the one to accompany her because he's her husband." "You're jealous again," Caleb teased Olga, "don't worry, you're still the one in my heart." "Don't get too interested in my wife," Demi said, shaking his head. "She'll ride with me." "Come on, sir," Caleb said, scratching his head. "I'm not going to fall off, right?" she asked her husband worriedly. "No, you won't. I'll seat you in the front if you're really scared," Demi replied, smiling at her. "Won't it run too fast?" she asked, still worried. She was scared to ride these kinds
Maine's eyes widened in admiration as she took in the charming little villa that Demi had prepared for their lunch. The table was adorned with a simple yet elegant spread of food, a testament to the care and attention to detail that Demi had put into the meal. "Wow, Demi, this looks amazing!" Maine exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she took a seat at the table. Demi smiled warmly, pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you like it, Maine. I wanted to create a special setting for our lunch today," he explained, taking a seat across from her. Maine nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's perfect," she replied, reaching out to take his hand in hers. As they began to enjoy their meal, Maine couldn't help but marvel at the delicious flavors and textures of the food. Each dish was expertly prepared, showcasing the culinary skills of their dedicated kitchen staff. "This is incredible, Demi," Maine remarked between bites, savoring the taste of the foo
"Thank God! Are you okay?" Demi asked, concern etched on his face as Maine opened her eyes. Maine had fainted while they were riding the horse, likely frightened when Demi had made the horse run faster. Fortunately, he had been holding her around the waist. He had noticed her unconscious state when the horse slowed down, and he quickly brought her to the villa. The helpers were there, waiting. They assisted in getting Maine off the horse and into the small villa. Demi was worried about her condition, noting her rapid heartbeat, which probably caused her to faint. "W-what happened to me?" she asked. "You fainted while we were riding the horse. I think you got scared when I made the horse run faster," he replied. Holding her head, Maine slowly sat up. Demi helped her, "So—it was just a dream that we ate?" she asked. "We haven't eaten yet because you fainted, but it's only been about ten minutes," he said with a smile. "How do you feel? Do you want me to call a doctor?" "No—I'm fi