LOGINLiliana’s Point of ViewI watched Asher, his sharp gaze still fixed on Theo as if he could burn a hole straight through him. The tension between them was almost visible, thick and unyielding. I let out a quiet sigh, bringing my hand up to my lips as a small cough escaped me.His attention shifted instantly.“Wife, are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening in an instant. “I’m sorry for shouting earlier. Did I scare you?”Theo crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed.“You suddenly appeared carrying a stick. Who wouldn’t be startled?” he said flatly.“You scared my brother again, Asher,” Jack added, shaking his head. “I told you, they were just talking.”“Yeah,” Theo muttered under his breath. “I might be a little crazy, but I still know what I’m doing.”Theo frowned at that, glancing at Jack in confusion.“You don’t sound like you’re talking about your own brother.”A soft laugh escaped me, and I glanced at Asher again. He was still staring at Theo like he was a threat that needed to b
Liliana’s Point of ViewI was in the garden of my mansion, the one place that felt untouched by chaos. Out of all the corners of this vast estate, this was where silence felt gentle instead of heavy, where the air did not carry tension but something softer, something that allowed me to breathe.I leaned back against the swing, letting my body rest as it swayed lightly. My eyes slowly closed as the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers surrounded me. Roses, lilies, and a hint of jasmine lingered in the air, their scent soothing my restless mind. A faint smile curved on my lips as I let myself sink into that calm.Asher told me to rest today.He had been awake for a week now, yet even after everything he had been through, he still insisted on working. No matter how many times I told him to take it easy, he would only brush it off, saying there was still too much to be done.That was just like him.In the end, I chose not to disturb him. I stayed here instead, letting the quiet wrap aro
Liliana’s Point of ViewManang had just brought food into the room, carefully placing everything on the small table near the bed. The familiar scent of warm soup and freshly cooked rice filled the air, comforting in a way I did not expect. Ever since I woke up, the doctor had been coming in and out, checking my condition like I was made of fragile glass. Of course, the doctor was a woman. My husband made sure of that. He always did.“Open your mouth, wife.”I frowned as I looked at him, my brows knitting together in confusion and disbelief.“Hubby, you’re the patient between the two of us. You’re still recovering, remember?”He did not even hesitate. There was no trace of weakness in his eyes anymore, only that same confident, almost teasing expression that always managed to throw me off balance.“You’re also a patient. There are two of you that I need to take care of. And don’t worry about me. I’ve already recovered… thanks to all the kisses you gave me.”I froze.My heart skipped, a
Third Person’s Point of ViewAsher moved faster than anyone expected.The moment Liliana’s body went limp, he caught her immediately, pulling her carefully into his arms and laying her against his chest. His heart pounded wildly, each beat heavy with fear. Not just for her, but for both of them.For his wife.For their child.Even with his eyes closed all those days, he had heard everything. Every word she whispered, every story she told, every tear she tried to hide. He knew how she cared for him, how she stayed by his side, how she refused to leave even when she was breaking.He had woken up the night before.At first, his body refused to cooperate. He could not move, could barely even open his eyes. But slowly, sensation returned. Little by little, he felt life coming back to him.And then he saw her collapse.That alone gave him enough strength.“W Wife…” he called out hoarsely, his voice rough and weak as he held her tighter.She had fainted from exhaustion. From stress. From sle
Liliana’s Point of ViewEvery single day, I stayed by his side.I would gently wipe his face, his hands, his entire body while he remained unconscious, unmoving yet still so painfully present. It became my routine, my purpose, my way of holding on to him even when he could not hold me back.I talked to him about everything.Sometimes it was about the company, sometimes about the memories we shared, and sometimes about the baby growing quietly inside me. I would hold his hand as I spoke, as if hoping that somehow, through my touch, he could feel that I was here.That I never truly left.I had also taken over his responsibilities in the company. Thankfully, I had enough knowledge to handle things, even if it was overwhelming at times. At first, people were surprised when I returned. There were whispers, doubts, questions.But the investors trusted me.And slowly, the chaos within the company began to settle. Meetings became calmer. Decisions became clearer. It was as if everything was w
Liliana’s Point of ViewI finally arrived in the Philippines, and I was not alone. Uncle Grandpa, Auntie Grandma, Elise, and Matt came with me. They insisted on coming, saying they wanted to be there for me no matter what happened.I held tightly onto Matt’s arm as we walked, while Elise stayed close on my other side. They were both supporting me carefully, as if I might collapse at any second. Perhaps they were right to worry. My body felt weak, not just from exhaustion, but from everything I had been carrying inside me.No one could tell that I was pregnant. My stomach was still small, and the loose shirt I wore hid it well. For now, it was my secret. Our secret.As we moved forward, my eyes lifted and landed on a familiar group waiting ahead. My parents. My grandparents. Close friends. People I had missed but also feared facing.“Baby sister!”Before I could even react, they rushed toward me. Arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I broke down instantly, my tears
Liliana’s Point of ViewI bit my fingernail nervously while still inside the elevator with Asher. Why on earth was our family attorney visiting today? Ugh! I’m so not ready for this!Asher gently held both of my shoulders, making me look at him.“Wife, I’m here.”“You are,” I replied, still anxious
Liliana’s Point of View Dream… “Dad, Mom… you’ll come back, right?” I cried, holding tightly to their hands. Mom was also crying while staring at me, and Dad slowly knelt so we could be at the same eye level. “Princess, we’re doing this for your safety. We’ll come back… we promise we’ll visit yo
Third Person's Point of ViewAsher and Liliana’s grandfather were outside, walking slowly as they talked. Their conversation was serious, but Asher’s eyes wandered toward the dogs roaming freely in the open yard. They were all beautiful, strong breeds—mostly large ones, but a few small ones, too. T
Third Person’s Point of View Mirabelle had just arrived at her boarding house, with Gerald following her closely. As soon as she pushed the door open, it banged against the wall, and without warning, a loud slap landed on Gerald’s cheek. His head turned slightly from the impact, and when he looked







