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"You look just like your grandfather."
Those were the first words Attorney Benjamin Castillo said as I took the seat across from him.
I adjusted the cuff of my charcoal-gray suit before looking up. "People have been telling me that since I was a kid."
He smiled faintly.
"I wasn't talking about your face."
I raised an eyebrow. Sinasabi ba nito na hindi ko kamukha si Lolo?
"I meant..." He paused, as if carefully choosing his words. "The way you carry yourself."
Pero hindi ko na siya pinakinggan. Mas gusto ko pang marinig na agad kung anong nakasulat sa Last Will and Testament ni Lolo. Kasi ngayong araw na to babasahin iyon.
Around the long conference table sat the people who carried the Domingo name. Some looked solemn and others looked impatient. A few couldn't even hide the excitement in their eyes.
Pathetic.
My grandfather had only been buried a week ago, yet everyone was already thinking about who would get what.
Attorney Castillo closed the thick black folder in front of him.
"Before we begin," he said calmly, "I'd like to extend my sincerest condolences to the entire Domingo family."
Silence answered him and no one spoke. No one moved.
I leaned back in my chair, my fingers loosely intertwined on the polished mahogany table.
"Let's not drag this any longer, Attorney," I said evenly. "I'm sure everyone here has somewhere else to be."
A few relatives exchanged awkward glances. Attorney Castillo looked at me for a moment before giving a slow nod.
"Very well." He opened the folder once more. "I've served Don Alejandro Domingo for thirty-six years." His voice echoed across the room. "I watched him build the Domingo Group from a single trading company into one of the largest business empires in Southeast Asia."
No one interrupted.
"He prepared this will personally. Every clause, every condition, every signature was made while he was of sound mind."
Condition? I frowned ever so slightly. That word caught my attention. Conditions weren't unusual in estate planning. But my grandfather wasn't the type to complicate things unnecessarily.
He believed in efficiency, just like I did.
Attorney Castillo continued.
"As most of you already know, Don Alejandro's personal assets, charitable foundations, and private investments have already been distributed according to the provisions stated in this document."
I wasn't listening anymore. There was only one thing that mattered. The Domingo Group. The company my grandfather had spent his entire life building. The same company I had been running as CEO for the past five years.
Attorney Castillo adjusted his glasses before turning another page.
"And now..." His eyes lifted from the document. "I will proceed with the final declaration regarding the ownership and succession of the Domingo Group."
The room suddenly became still. Nawala ang mga bulong-bulongan kanina at alam kong gusto ng marinig ng lahat kung may mamanahin ba sila o wala.
I noticed my Aunt Cecilia clasping her handbag tightly and Marco straightened his posture. One of my uncles quietly held his breath.
Interesting. Did they honestly think they still had a chance?
Attorney Castillo cleared his throat.
"Under the instruction of Don Alejandro Domingo..." He paused. "...the entirety of the Domingo Group shall be inherited by his only grandson..."
I allowed myself a small breath. Exactly as expected.
"...Mr. Winston Alejandro Domingo."
Several relatives immediately lowered their heads in disappointment. Others forced polite smiles, none of it surprised me. This wasn't luck.
I looked at Attorney Castillo.
"So," I said calmly, "shall we proceed with the transfer documents?"
Instead of answering, he slowly removed his glasses and folded them. Placed them neatly on top of the will. Then he looked directly into my eyes.
"There is..." A brief pause. "...one final condition."
My smile disappeared. The room fell completely silent.
"What condition?" I asked, my voice calm but firm.
Instead of answering me immediately, Attorney Castillo lowered his eyes to the document.
He read every single word exactly as it was written.
"'My dear grandson, Winston... If you are hearing this, then it means I've already left this world. If there's one thing I regret, it is watching you become an extraordinary businessman... while slowly forgetting how to become a man capable of loving another person.'"
I exhaled impatiently. My grandfather always had a way of turning even legal documents into life lessons.
Attorney Castillo continued reading.
"'You have inherited my intelligence, my discipline, and perhaps even my stubbornness. But there is one thing I failed to teach you... how to build a family.'"
"'For that reason, before you inherit everything I have spent my lifetime building, you must first fulfill one final wish of mine.'"
"You are required to marry Miss Windy Guanzon."
For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard him.
"I'm sorry..." I let out a short laugh. "What did you just say?"
"You must legally marry Miss Windy Guanzon."
I had never heard that name in my entire life. Nagbibiro ba tong si Lolo? Eh, hindi ko nga kilala yang sinasabi niyang Windy.
Attorney Castillo turned another page.
"Miss Windy Guanzon is the daughter of the late Ernesto Guanzon. Don Alejandro's closest friend... and his kumparé."
I leaned back in my chair.
"And because of that," I said flatly, "I'm expected to marry his daughter?"
Attorney Castillo didn't answer. He simply continued reading.
"'The marriage must be entered into in good faith. My grandson shall treat his wife with dignity and respect. He shall build a genuine family with her, not merely fulfill this condition in name.'"
I almost laughed. This couldn't be real. A marriage clause in a corporate inheritance? Was my grandfather serious?
"The marriage cannot be annulled immediately after the transfer of ownership," Attorney Castillo continued. "The Board of Trustees will oversee the fulfillment of Don Alejandro's final wishes."
That was enough. I pushed my chair back.
"I refuse. I don't know who this Windy Guanzon is. And I have absolutely no intention of marrying a woman I've never even met."
Then I walked out, leaving behind nothing but stunned silence.
Windy's POV Hindi ko alam kung nakatulog ba talaga ako kagabi. Pakiramdam ko kasi, ipinikit ko lang ang mga mata ko tapos bigla na lang akong ginising ng mahinang katok sa p***o. "Ma'am?" Mahinang boses ni Aling Rosa iyon. "Good morning po." Napamulat ako ng mga mata. Sandali akong napatitig sa kisame ng kwartong matagal-tagal ko na ring tinawag na akin. Ang parehong kwartong dati ay parang pansamantalang tutuluyan ko lang habang hinihintay na matapos ang kasunduang ipinataw ng huling habilin ni Don Ricardo. Ngayon, ito na ang huling umaga ko rito bilang Windy Guanzon. Hindi ko namalayang napangiti ako. "Sige po, Manang. Gising na ako." Pagkasabi ko noon ay dahan-dahan akong bumangon. Pagkabukas ko ng p***o ay bumungad agad sa akin ang malapad na ngiti ni Aling Rosa. Suot na nito ang magandang Filipiniana na ipinatahi ni Winston para sa lahat ng staff ng mansion. "Naku, Ma'am..." Napahawak siya sa dibdib niya habang nakangiti. "Ito na talaga ang araw." Napatawa ako. "Opo."
Winston's POVThere was a quote my grandfather repeated throughout my childhood."The most expensive mistakes are the ones you realize too late."Back then, I thought he was talking about business. Failed investments, poor negotiations, and bad decisions.Tonight, for the first time I understood what he truly meant.~I couldn't stop thinking about what Windy had said."Kapag tapos na ang lahat... babalik na lang ako sa Batangas."She had said it so casually. So naturally. As though leaving was already decided. As though she had never planned to stay.The gala ended nearly an hour later. Guests continued thanking us before leaving one by one. I answered every handshake. Every congratulation. Every farewell. But I couldn't remember a single conversation because my mind was somewhere else.The drive back to the mansion was unusually quiet. Windy sat beside me, looking out the window. She smiled whenever she caught me looking. The same warm smile. Yet, it felt different now. Like someone
Winston's POVI had spent years learning how to read people. A slight change in posture. A brief pause before answering. The way someone's eyes moved during a negotiation. Most people revealed more than they intended.Isabelle was no exception. She wasn't at the gala because of charity. She wasn't there to congratulate me. She wanted something.The only question was...What?The auction had just ended when Benjamin approached me."Sir."I turned toward him."Miss Isabelle Reyes is asking if she could have a few minutes of your time."I looked across the ballroom. She was standing near the terrace doors, patiently waiting. I glanced in Windy's direction. She was laughing with Veronica and one of the foundation's scholars.Good. She was enjoying herself."I'll be back."I said quietly before walking toward the terrace.The cool evening air greeted me the moment I stepped outside. The sounds of the gala became distant behind the closed glass doors. Isabelle stood near the railing, lookin
Winston's POVThere were people you expected to see again. Business rivals, former colleagues, and old acquaintances. Then there were people you were certain had already become part of the past.Isabelle Reyes belonged to the second category.Or at least, I thought she did.For a brief moment, the ballroom disappeared, the conversations, and the music. Even the hundreds of guests inside the hall. All I saw was the woman standing at the entrance.She looked exactly the way I remembered, elegant, composed, and confident. Nothing about her had changed. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for me."Winston." Benjamin's voice quietly brought me back. "The guests are waiting."I blinked, right. The speech. I looked away from the entrance and forced myself to focus on the podium."Ladies and gentlemen..." I continued my opening remarks as though nothing had happened.Years of experience made it easy to hide emotion. No one noticed. At least, that was what I believed.~The applause echoe
Winston's POVThere was something ironic about charity galas. People arrived wearing clothes worth millions. They donated impressive amounts.They smiled for the cameras. Then went home believing they had changed the world. My grandfather used to attend every single one. Not because he enjoyed them. But because he believed influence carried responsibility.I never questioned that. I simply inherited the obligation.Tonight, for the first time, I wasn't thinking about the event. I was thinking about the woman standing in the room next to mine.I adjusted the cuff of my tuxedo before checking my watch. Seven o'clock and we needed to leave.A soft knock came from the door."Sir." Benjamin stepped inside. "The car is ready."I nodded. "Is Windy ready?""I believe Miss Veronica is helping her with the finishing touches.""Good." I reached for my coat then stopped. "Benjamin.""Yes, Sir?"He looked at me expectantly. After a brief pause, I asked,"Do you think she'll be nervous?"A smile sl
Winston's POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same three things. My grandfather's letter, his journals, and that photograph.For years, I believed I knew every important chapter of his life. Apparently, I didn't.The next morning, I arrived at the office before everyone else. The building was unusually quiet. No executives, no assistants, and no meetings. Just me.I placed my grandfather's journals on my desk one last time before closing them. There was only one person left who might know the whole story. I picked up my office phone."Benjamin.""Yes, Sir?""I need the contact information of Attorney Salvador."A brief silence followed. "The former family lawyer?""Yes.""I'll arrange it immediately."Less than an hour later, the elderly lawyer walked into my office. Attorney Salvador had worked with my grandfather for more than thirty years before retiring.His hair had completely turned white. His posture wasn't as straight as I remembered. But his eyes remain







