Sandra secretly smiled because Ariane, the new nanny of Marco’s children, went along with her. Otherwise, she might once again suspect her cruelty toward the kids.“Just you wait, you little brats. You’re only lucky your daddy came home. I haven’t yet avenged myself on your mother. You’ll suffer every pain I went through in the hands of the yakuza.” Sandra thought to herself.“Marco, Babe, just be patient with Ariane for now. Next time, I’ll take better care of the kids,” she said, kissing Marco’s lips.Marco couldn’t pull away because he knew his children were there. He didn’t want them to think he had grown cold toward their mother.Meanwhile, Amarah quickly averted her eyes when she saw the two kissing before her. It was as if lightning struck her heart. She immediately turned away and rushed upstairs to the quadruplets’ room to hold back the tears threatening to fall.Not long after she entered the quadruplets’ room, Marco followed inside.She quickly avoided his gaze and wiped th
It was already ten in the evening, yet Marco still could not fall asleep. It had been months since he married Amarah, but until now, he still has not felt any desire to claim her. He did not know why, but every time he attempted to do so, it felt like what he saw was Sandra. He did not want his wife to think that he doubted her, but no matter how hard he tried with himself, it seemed like he truly missed his former wife. Everything about her. The Amarah he was with now differed significantly from the Amarah he once loved. Even her attitude was far from the Amarah he knew before they remarried.“Babe, aren’t you going to sleep yet? I’ve been waiting for you in our room for a while,” Amarah said as she hugged him from behind, pulling him back from his deep thoughts. She kissed his neck, but he still had no will to respond, even to her embrace. He removed her hands from his neck and saw the sulking in her eyes.“Babe, you really have changed toward me. Almost every night, you drink. Befo
THE WEDDING DAYAmarah’s POV“Oh my! Girl, you look stunning—like a movie star! Come on, smile a little. Why do you look like it’s Good Friday on your wedding day?”Cindy’s voice pulled me out of my deep thoughts. She was the flamboyant stylist Marco had hired to do my makeover. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous—caught between excitement and unease. But people say it’s normal for brides to feel this way.I glanced at the mirror, amazed at the transformation Cindy had worked on me. Even I could barely recognize myself.“No wonder Sir Marco is crazy about you, Madam. Your beauty is enough to drive anyone insane.”I just smiled at her flattery.“Madam, smile!” Cindy insisted as she snapped another photo. I had already lost count of how many turns I made in my wedding gown as she kept clicking away. I wondered why the official photographers Marco had hired hadn’t arrived yet. Cindy was the only one who picked me up from the hotel where I was staying.My grandparents had insisted on foll
Amarah’s POV“Babe, let’s finally follow through with our plan to get married,” I heard Marco say as he prepared milk for our quadruplets.We were both in the nursery, taking turns soothing our babies—Aliyah, Arabella, Zale, and Adryan. I paused for a moment, caught off guard by his sudden mention of our wedding. I turned to him, noticing the excitement sparkling in his eyes.“Okay, babe, you handle this. I’m just worried… what if one day your jealousy kicks in again, and you suddenly decide to divorce me? I’ll never come back to you,” I replied, my voice carrying a playful warning.He stepped closer and hugged me from behind, his hands resting around my waist. He buried his face in my neck, and I felt his gentle kisses trace the back of my ear. My body instantly warmed at his touch.“That will never happen again, babe. Right now, I promise you, all your decisions will be respected in this household. Whatever you say, I’ll listen. I don’t want the past to repeat itself, so I’ll always
“Bohohoho… Daddy! Daddy! Kuya’s teasing me again! I need you to take my side!” Adira shouted, running to her father. Before, she always called for her mother when she cried—but now, it was her father she instinctively ran to.“There she goes… your little princess is taking your side again,” Marco teased, winking at Amarah. “You’re spoiling her even more, and that’s going to be trouble as she grows up.”Marco smiled, planting a warm kiss on Amarah’s lips before heading over to their twins, who were now playfully teasing each other while playing in the sand on the beach.It had been over a year since the tragic events that had shaken their lives. The Colster family—Simon, Raven, and Martha—had all been given a peaceful burial. When Marco and Amarah attended, they noticed Marie was absent. They understood—she likely wasn’t ready to accept what had happened to her family.The Colster Shipping Lines and Sterling Hotels Inc., once taken by Simon Colster, had been restored and were now manag
“Yup! I found them… From where you’re standing, go left, then up the stairs. When you reach the top, turn right and go straight to the end. Be careful—there are a lot of Dark Secrets operatives waiting outside the door. Once you get past them, go inside, but there’s another room within… that’s where your twins are,” Dwayne instructed.The couple exchanged a glance. Even without speaking, they understood each other perfectly.After shooting all the enemies blocking their path, they finally entered the room. Marco kicked open another door inside, and it swung open immediately.“Mom Martha!?” Marco shouted as he saw who was inside. She was lying on the bed, her hands and feet tied, a gag covering her mouth. Marco quickly untied her hands and feet and removed the gag.“Marco! Son… hurry! Find Simon! He took your children!” Martha cried as soon as the gag was off.“Huh? How did you know I have kids?” Marco asked, confused.“Well… the kids said you were their daddy earlier,” she said, flust