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More Than The Marriage (English)

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-11-11
By:  inksignedOngoing
Language: English
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Contemporary

First-Person POV

CEO

Flash Marriage

Office Relationship

Sweet Love

Amaraiah “Aya” Reyes’s success as the Senior Marketing Manager of Madriaga Enterprises stands as proof of her skill and dedication. That’s what the public sees—her confident smile, her flawless image. But behind it all, she carries a secret that could change everything. She is secretly married to the company’s CEO, Zedrick “Zed” Madriaga. He was the man she first fell in love with. It was a marriage born from complicated circumstances, a binding agreement that both connects and divides them. Through the years, Aya learned to play the role expected of her—prim, proper, and untouchable even at the cost of her true feelings. But now, Zed wants more than shadows and silence. He wants to live in a world where they no longer have to hide from each other. With Aya’s growing success drawing public attention—and with people ready to expose the truth. So, she must make a choice. Will she keep living the perfect lie, or will she finally fight for who she really is… even if it costs her everything?

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11 Chapters
Prologue
My arms were crossed over my chest as I looked outside. Traffic crawled along EDSA, headlights unraveling into ribbons of red and white. Brake lights flickered like restless fireflies. In the reflection on my office window, the city melted into colors. Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. They shimmered through the blinds, scattering fractured patterns across my desk. Christmas was coming, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t feel it. Day bled into night, and night blurred into day. A routine that felt like a cage. Wake up, work, go home. Over and over. Without end. I couldn’t stop. Because if I did, the past might return—the feeling that I was never enough. Those days when I had to keep reminding myself that I was. So since then, every move I made became a quiet scream tha I can do this. One day, I’ll be enough too. But in the deepest, quietest corner of my mind, a whisper said—maybe I’ll never be. The intercom snapped me out of it. “Ma’am Aya, it’s already 6 p.m. Do yo
last updateLast Updated : 2025-10-27
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Chapter 1
The sun was already scorching, even before it had fully risen. Sweat clung to my nape, dampened my temples, and the air felt thick, unwilling to move. But I was used to it. San Felipe summers always felt this way—sticky and heavy, yet somehow comforting. I woke to the sound of roosters crowing and the soft swish of my mother’s broom outside the quarters. She was humming an old tune as she swept, and the scent of cheap soap mixed with dust drifted in. “Aya, wake up. Help your father in the garden,” she called, her voice gentle but firm. “Yes, Nay.” I quickly got up and put on old shorts and a white T-shirt. I tied my hair with a worn scrunchie and stepped outside barefoot, feeling the rough cement beneath my feet. Off to the side, I saw my father. Sweat already glistened on his forehead even though the sun was still low, the hose in his hand watering the bougainvilleas. “Tay, let me do that,” I said, taking the hose from him. I turned the water toward the pots of succulent
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Chapter 2
It wasn’t as hot as yesterday afternoon, but the air in San Felipe was still thick and sticky. Yet inside the mansion, it felt different. Every corner of this land seemed to hold its own story. From the peaceful koi pond, to the kalachuchi trees with their yellow-white blooms, to the rosal bushes I loved taking care of. I was kneeling by the greenhouse, holding a small dipper of water. In front of me was the rosal plant that my father and I had planted a year ago. It had grown taller now, fuller, its flowers blooming more than ever this summer. It was more fragrant, and more alive. “Hello again,” I whispered as I watered it. “You’re so beautiful. I hope you last long enough to see me grow up, too.” I opened my sketchpad and began to draw the curve of its leaves and blossoms. Simple as it was, I wanted to capture every detail. The rosal wasn’t just a plant to me. It was a friend. “Aya, you’re going to wear a hole through that paper,” my father joked from the other end of the g
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Chapter 3
“Good morning, anak.” I heard my father’s voice before I even saw him. I was by the kalachuchi tree, leaning lightly against the trunk with my sketchpad on my lap. One hand held a pencil; the other rested on the tree’s rough bark. Even with the heat and stickiness in the air, the fragrance of the blossoms softened everything. It’s a simple scent that felt like a quiet embrace. “Good morning,” I answered, smiling a little. My father was drenched in sweat as he arranged pots along the side of the greenhouse, but his movements stayed calm—like he never tired of planting. “Hey, Aya!” Jun called, lugging a long hose. “Don’t stand there, you’ll get soaked.” “I know, Jun. Go easy with that,” I said, hands on my hips, pretending to be stern. He smirked. “You’re one to talk. You’re the one who’s always giggling around here.” I rolled my eyes, then laughed. He was almost my age, but he always moved like an older brother, especially when he helped my father. After sketching a few kalachu
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Chapter 4
The mansion was quiet at night. Not like in the barrio, where you could hear crickets, barking dogs, and the laughter of neighbors. Here, the silence was different. It was more orderly, and almost rhythmic. The soft footsteps of house staff in the hallway, the faint rustle of curtains, the distant clinking of dishes from the kitchen. I was at the back, helping Nanay and Manang Belen prepare for dinner. The scent of nilagang baka filled the air, mixed with the aroma of freshly cooked rice and the faint sweetness of wine prepared for the table. “Aya, bring this pitcher of water to the dining room,” Nanay instructed. She didn’t look at me, her focus on arranging dessert. “Me?” I asked, pausing with wet hands from washing. “Yes. Just go straight in, set it down at the end of the table, and come right back.” I took a deep breath, wiped my hands, and lifted the heavy pitcher. Before stepping out, I checked my reflection in the cabinet’s glass and smoothed my hair, tucking away stray s
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Chapter 5
Ever since the first night I faced the Madriaga family at the dinner table, something inside me had changed. Every time I stepped inside the mansion now, the air felt heavier, and I became more aware of every footstep I took. I didn’t want to admit it. But I could feel eyes following me.Not everyone’s. But one gaze was sharper than all the rest.Mrs. Celeste Madriaga’s.She didn’t have to say anything; I could feel it in the way she looked at me. Her movements were soft, composed, but her eyes. searched for answers she didn’t want to accept.Whenever I walked by carrying a tray, whenever I tended the plants with my head bowed, whenever I laughed quietly with Ma’am Sofia on the veranda, she was there. Watching. And every time our eyes met, I felt like my very existence was somehow wrong in her view.“Don’t mind Mama,” Ma’am Sofia whispered one afternoon as we lounged in the gazebo.She wore a sundress, her hair tied up loosely, looking as carefree as the wind. I sat beside her, quietl
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Chapter 6
If I looked back on the past year, it felt like a short film running endlessly at the back of my mind. All sunlight. All wind. All the scent of earth. And in the brightness of San Felipe, there were names I had slowly grown used to repeating quietly to myself.Sofia who always pulled me inside the mansion. And a… low voice, clear, with few words. But I could still feel it even now.I never said what or who it was. I never gave it a name. I never told anyone. But I knew it was real. Just like the lightness I felt every time I touched a newly sprouted plant.There were nights that stretched longer than others.On the veranda, I used to sketch while the light in the study stayed on. He sat there, head bowed over his papers. He never looked up, and I never looked directly. But I could feel it. We were both awake at the same hour, living in the same world.There were afternoons when my heart beat faster over simple things. Like when my pencil fell on the grass. Before I could reach for it
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Chapter 7
Time moved so fast. It felt like just yesterday I was carrying my old sketchpad under the Madriaga kalachuchi tree. Now, my first year of college was over. And with everything that had happened in a year, I felt like a different Aya had come back this summer.San Felipe College never ran out of noise. At noon, the covered court felt like a marketplace. Cheer practice, varsity training, org meetings. On the sides, org booths were set up. In the hallways, some people laughed, while others shouted.Me? I was usually off to the side, quietly sketching while looking at the plants by the science wing.“You’re always sketching,” Lianne teased one afternoon. She was sweaty from cheerleading. “That’s why every guy here is curious what’s going on in your head. You never shown any interest.”I shook my head while smiling. “I don’t need to.”“You don’t have to,” RJ cut in, stuffing fries into his mouth. “But a lot of guys want to show interest in you.”And that was true. Gio, Paolo, Ezra—each had
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Chapter 8
The air was cool as we climbed into the jeep on our way to the falls. Lianne and RJ were already inside, laughing, while Paolo passed the fare up to the manong driver. Sofia sat beside me in a summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat. She didn’t look like she had just come from Manila at all. She looked like she belonged to San Felipe, that’s how happy she was. “Are you excited?” she almost shouted over the roar of the engine. I nodded. “A bit. It’s been a while since I last went there.” She was smiling like she had a light of her own. Paolo had been talking to her earlier about waterfalls in other countries. And even though I didn’t want to dwell on it, but the interest in her eyes was obvious. Me? I watched the trees along the roadside, while my hand gripping my bag tightly. I was smiling as I looked at everyone else’s smiles. When we arrived, the heavy rush of water crashing from the high rocks greeted us at once. Mist filled the air, and the sound of the falls sounded like it had a
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Chapter 9
When I was discharged from the hospital, Nanay barely let me move a muscle. Every step I took came with a new reminder“Sweetheart, don’t tire yourself out.”“Aya, don’t go up the stairs yet.”“Stay here in the shade for now.”I just nodded to everything. I couldn’t blame them. I almost slipped away from them. So now, it felt like they didn’t want to let me out of their sight again.But no matter how close their watchful eyes were, the stillness of summer couldn’t hide the truth. That I came back here not just to recover. I came back to the place that once gave me a feeling I still couldn’t explain.“Aya!” Sofia called from the veranda, holding two glasses of cold juice. “Come here! Let’s draw together. I’ll paint while you sketch. Deal?”I laughed. “I’m always the one drawing.”“Then I’ll copy you,” she said with a grin.That was just like her. She was bright, carefree, and untouched by the heaviness around her.But this summer, I noticed something new. She seemed more comfortable wi
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