Mischievous Wife of Allejandro

“Are you sure about your plan, Euphrasia? The agreement you want to enter into is no joke. You cannot just enter and when you decided that it was not meant for you, you cannot easily back out,” Zanaida expressed with concern, her words laced with worry, the familiarity of a best friend and soul sister.“I know what I’m doing Zanaida. Also, you know that I have no choice. My father bound me to this Will without having to think about my feelings,” I answered calmly, my voice tinged with bitterness.We were in the hotel suite where I temporarily stayed. Zanaida decided to help me arrange my things for my flight this coming Saturday.“This is just ridiculous! Your father for sure was not in his right mind when he did that Will,” she said in dismay and fell on the sofa.I chuckled. “I’m just his illegitimate daughter. I already expected this. It's even more than I initially anticipated. I thought he wouldn't leave me anything.”My father, Eugenio Acosta, just died of a heart attack. Out of

Years later…“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just landed at Ninoy Aquino’s International Airport. Philippine Airlines welcomes you to Manila. The local time is 3:15 in the afternoon. For your safety and the safety of those around you, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisles clear until we are parked at the gate. Thank you.”The moment the fasten seat belt sign turned off, I stood up and opened the overhead compartment to get my things.Finally, I’m back in the Philippines. I haven’t been here in nearly four years. That lasted only for a period because I was studying in the United States. I returned home only after my father passed away.I wear my aviator as I step on the stairs outside the plane. I've heard that the temperature is rising in the Philippines. Just stepping outside for a moment, and I'm already sweating.No one knows that I will arrive today. Well, my supposed flight will be next week. I returned home earlier to avoid being picked up at the a

I was tense while sitting inside the car. I just closed my eyes while traveling. I’m still dizzy but thankfully I’m not vomiting anymore. “Take me to you my hotel, please,” I begged with my eyes shut. I was out of my mind when I got into his car earlier. I refrained from further argument, sensing his growing irritation based on his frown. Why didn't I realize the extent of this man's influence? It seems as though he possesses an uncanny ability to anticipate my every thought and move. Regardless of my whereabouts, he consistently manages to track me down. Zanaida suddenly crossed my mind, prompting me to hit my forehead. I even forgot to say goodbye because of the panic I felt earlier. But it doesn’t matter anyway. I know that her friends will take her home. A warm touch on my forehead roused me from my thoughts. Slowly waking up, I met his concerned gaze. “Does your head hurt?” I found myself captivated by his intense pair of black orbs. I can see his worry and I wonder for a se

I quietly returned to the dining table. I couldn't look at Octavious. I felt his gaze following me. Gradually, the events of last night started to sink in. Yes, I did dance with Azielle, but it was a wholesome dance! I didn't know we would be photographed and would go viral on social media. I found out from the articles I read earlier that I was accused of being the third party between Azielle and his actress girlfriend. That their relationship were on the rocks because of me. But what did I know about that, especially since I just came back from another country? I didn't know that Azielle had a jealous girlfriend, that a simple dance could be taken the wrong way. Now, I'm about to face a similar fate with my husband. People on social media have hurled hurtful words at me, and it doesn't affect me. I hope my husband won't do the same. That's a different matter, of course. If he confronts me about it, I doubt I'll be able to remain silent. I pulled the chair next to Octavious. He w

"Come to think of it. I think this is the best idea," she suggested. "Hide on your husband’s island for at least a month or more! Besides, you already have plans to take a vacation before starting work, right?" "Are you serious, Zanaida? You want me to stay in Octavious Alejandro’s lair?" I expressed in disbelief. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on! He’s your husband. You're even enjoying each other’s company, aren't you? Are you still afraid of him?" "Who said I’m afraid of him? Didn't you tell me he's cruel? I can't... how do I explain this? He is too much to handle." I bit my lower lip. Besides that, he's also too tempting, and that's not good for my heart. "Well, yes, I said that he’s cruel, but to his business. You are his wife, and I don’t think he will be cruel to you. Actually, I find him possessive and aggressive..." She winked as she grinned broadly. "And hot! He’s too hot for you! You know, I still can't believe he would come here just to taste you—" "It's my punishment