"Hey, are you all right, ma'am?" he asked the elderly lady, swiftly approaching her side.
"Son, please help me to sit down" she softly pleaded when he reached her. She appeared pale and on the verge of collapse. He holds her arms and prevents her from falling. After ensuring her safety, he led her to a nearby chair and carefully made her to sit down. He opened and handed her the bottled water he had just bought. Fortunately, he has not drank from it yet. "Ma'am, who is accompanying you? "You are not supposed to walk around alone," he stated worriedly. He watch her try to collect herself after she took a sip of water. "I am just looking about, and I was OK earlier; I am not sure why I felt dizzy," the elderly tenderly explained, discreetly glancing somewhere behind the boy's back to make a subtle gesture. "You have to be careful, ma'am; the weather is hot, and that could be why you felt dizzy." He softly smiled. "Do not worry, son; I will be well; I just need some rest, and thank you for the water," she said, reaching for his hand and patting it gently. "Where will you be going ma'am? I will follow you there; you might get dizzy again," he said with a gorgeous smile. "You did an excellent job assisting me, son, so I will not bother you further," she graciously declined. A gentle smile adorned her lips. "I insist, Madame. Anyway, I am still waiting for my bestfriends. We are going to check our dormitories" He smiled while biting the left side of his bottom lip. A mannerism whenever he is being contemplative. The lady watched with amusement as she realized how adorable the boy is. "So, you are a university student?" she inquired. He nodded and smiled in response. "What program and university, if you do not mind?" "I am pursuing a preparatory program to be a Madical Doctor at KD University, Madame," he announced proudly. She smiled as she reached out to touch his hands, seeing how proud he was of himself. "A good university" she nodded and pat his hands. "Good? No, Madame, good is an understatement" he was a bit incredulous, but it didn't offend the lady. She was amused instead, laughing at how energetic he appeared. "KD University is the best school in our country!" he arrogantly bragged. His youthful vivacity was a refreshing sight that made the elderly giggle even more. "I stand corrected. Yes, indeed, KD University is the best university in the country" she readily agreed, which his smile appeared to be sweeter. "I am proud to be a student at KD University. It has been my dream" he heaved a sigh and for a moment sadness crossed his orbs. It was so fleeting that no one could have noticed. However, the elderly lady noticed. Unaware of the curiosity he had sparked in the elderly, he sought to shrug off the melancholy thoughts that had entered his mind. He flashed her with his naturally beautiful smile. "Then, do your best to become a medical doctor. I could envision the brightest future for you" her tenderness made him pause for a while. Speechless, he openly gawked at her until he realized what he was doing. "I will, Madame," he assured her with a determined nod. Silence descended on them as they exchanged a sincere and sweet smile. "Will you accompany me in that store? I will be meeting with someone there" She broke the comfortable silence by pointing to the cafe not far from where they were sitting. "Yes, ma'am," he replied brightly, carefully helping her to stand. While she held onto his arm, he carried her black handbag in his free hand. "I can accompany you for a while. I still have time" after he made her sit, he softly mumbled while checking his watch. "Don't let me dally you, I will be fine. "Go now and find your friends," she said affectionately, shooing him away. "I can leave my number in case you need help getting home," he replies worriedly. "I will be fine, son, I am meeting my grandchild. He will be here shortly," she assured him. However, the boy remained unconvinced. He is glancing around, as if scanning the entire area for potential hazards for the elderly. While he is immersed in his own thoughts, she was intently staring at him. Unusual for a guy like him, he possesses what every girl's dream. A naturally flawless rosy skin. Even his thick brows were precisely formed, as if a professional make-up artist had groomed them. His hair is raven black, and the few strands that fell on his forehead made him look refreshingly attractive. His moist red lips, which he was fond of biting, appeared to be so soft. Even in her old age, she can not help but imagine what it would be like to be kissed by him. To top it all off, his enticing yet innocent eyes were the first to draw her attention earlier. The pair of aquamarine orbs have its distinct profundity that she wanted to fathom but she cannot. His perfection was paired with a perfectly toned body. She could bet there is a washboard abs underneath his white shirt. He is perfect. He has a masculine demeanor that has been tempered by a feminine gentleness. She could not have imagined it was conceivable, but she could see him that way. "Uhm... I think I need to go, Madame. I hope your grandson arrives soon," he murmured softly, noticing the lady's keen attention on him. "Do not worry, he is on his way. Thank you, son. You are extremely kind to me. Nowadays, it is rare for someone your age to have the kindness you have shown me. Your parents must be very proud of you" she bore him with a gentle and sincere smile. He gave a mournful smile and dropped his head to conceal the pain in his eyes. Normally, he is unaffected by anyone talking about his parents, but something about the elderly lady awoke every fiber of his emotions. Her words and warmth struck him deeply. Her tenderness appears to invite him to share what he has long suppressed. He did not know her, but she made him feel at home. The lady noticed his struggle and the tears that lingered in his eyes. She holds his hands to console him. "I am sorry, son; I had no intention of making you cry. I am simply happy to have met you. You are not only good looking, but you also have a pure heart; you are an angel." She apologizes profusely, unsure what to do. No, ma'am, please do not apologize. I am sorry for worrying you." He wiped the corners of his eyes as he calmed himself. "Life is not easy, but you must remember your own strength. Although you still have a long way, you've already come this far" she patted his hands. "How I wish I had you as a grandchild," she said, smiling affectionately at the boy. "Unfortunately, I do not have a grandaughter," she grumbled, but what she said amused him anyway. "Are you planning to match-make me?" He chuckled at the thought. "Well, why not? "For the time being, you can call me Grandma Zora," she declared excitedly. In contrast to her enthusiasm, he was astounded. He had never felt this way about any woman; he grew up knowing just his father's love and attention. "You would call me Grandma Zora?" she inquired with a fond smile. He looked into her gentle gaze and nodded his head. "Yes, Th... Thank you.... G.. Grandma... Zo... Zora," he replied humbly, his voice trembling with emotion. The old lady beams with joy and delight as she hears his response. "Let us exchange numbers so we could keep in touch" she eagerly suggested while taking her phone out of her bag. He simply smiled and nodded. They swapped numbers, and he saved the information as Grandma Zora. "What name will I put in your information?" she said, her face soft. A gentle smile carved his lips. "Benny..." "Nice name" they shared a fond smile before he excused himself. If he had stayed for a few minutes, he could have met Grandma Zora's grandson. "Abuela" A tan arm wrapped around her shoulder, and a soft kiss landed on her cheeks. "Hello, sweetheart! Abuela misses you very much," she said, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead. "How are you doing, Abuela? You looked pale," he says worriedly, taking the woman's hands quickly. "I am alright; I was just a little tired, and the weather is hot these days," she remarked, patting her grandson's hand. Unconvinced, he motions for someone to approach. "Danny, my grandmother was not feeling well, you must have called me. You are with her for a reason, not to be a statue from afar," the man he called Danny bent his head in submission. "Sweetheart, it's not Danny's fault. I instructed him to stay still" Zora intervened, fully knowing his grandson's temper. He turned to his grandmother, waiting for her explanation. "An angel helped me. "He is so gorgeous," she said dreamily, like an infatuated teen. "Abuela, do not tell me you are in love at your age" he was surprised with the way his grandmother was acting. "Ouch ouch... Abuela" he was startled when she flicked his forehead. "Silly boy! He is about your age" she got incredulous by her grandson's thoughts. "But you looked smitten just thinking of him" he retorted, touching his throbbing forehead. "Because he is an angel. An adorable angel and I want him to be my grandson, but I do not have an equally stunning granddaughter," she pouted, looking up into her grandson's eyes. "If only you were a girl" she sounded frustrated. "Abuela?" He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I know, I know, you will never be a girl. You are muscular, pierced, tattooed, and a gang leader" she retorted, lifting her two hands in the air as if to surrender. A chuckle escaped him as he struggled to figure out what to do with his Abuela's antics. However, he was up for a great surprise. "You must court him and convince him to be your boyfriend, Devon. You can bottom for him too" Zora used her dominance as she strictly impose to her grandson. "Abuela?!" A mixture of disbelief and fear struck him by surprise. Madame Zora, the Dalton family's shrewd and ruthless matriarch, has emerged, and he is afraid of her. With her current tone, no one in the family would dare to disagree with her, more so him. Even if he is her favorite grandson. "I never intervened with your life, Devon. You screwed boys and girls and you heard nothing from me" she seriously sneered. "You can have all the gang fights, and I will provide you with top-notched lawyers to defend your ass" her lips carved with an ominous smirk. "I will hire the best tattoo artist in the world to ink your skin. And the most important one" she smiled, giving Devon an unsettling feeling. "You will receive complete inheritance from me," His breath was held, waiting for the worst to happen. "Just bring my Angel home as your husband" she sweetly smiled. ****Tbc****"Good morning! Welcome to the Sunshine Montessori Parents' Orientation," the young woman greeted with an amiable smile, her voice warm and inviting. She looked expectantly at the two men who had just stepped into the bustling school hall. The moment they entered, a stir went through the room. Some of the people present couldn't suppress their giggles and hushed shrieks as they took in the sight of the strikingly handsome pair."We're here for Zack and Justin Dalton," the taller of the two men replied. His voice was deep and confident, cutting through the soft murmur of conversation in the hall."Oh, the adorable twins!" The girl beamed, her eyes lighting up. "May I please know your relationship to the twins?" she asked, her smile never wavering."Zack and Justin are our sons. We're their fathers, Devon Dalton and my husband, Bienley Cullen," Devon casually responded. As he spoke, Bienley offered a warm, friendly smile to the young teacher.The words dropped like a bombshell. A stunn
Bienley cut an incredibly dashing figure, dressed to the nines in a crisp white cotton shirt that clung gently to his form, paired with a cream - colored coat that exuded an air of effortless elegance. His loose chino pants fell in perfect creases, and on his feet were pristine white loafers, completing the look of immaculate handsomeness."The Casanova is still as drop-dead gorgeous as he was back in university days," one alumni whispered to another, their eyes fixed on Bienley with a hint of admiration."He's only gotten better with age," another chimed in. "There's a new ruggedness to him, more manly than ever."A curious murmur went through the group. "I wonder if he's still with that former gang leader," someone mused."I'm pretty sure they're still together," another replied confidently."Wow, really? How long has it been?""Must be a decade by now," came the speculative answer."That's quite an accomplishment, staying together for so long," someone else added."But why weren'
"Fin" The moment Bella's gaze laid on the humble house where her father and son had made their home, a rush of emotion welled within her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks in a silent testament to the depth of her feelings. The modest abode stood before her like a living, breathing memoir of the simple life they'd led. It was a typical house, its every nook and cranny bearing the marks of a simple and hard - working existence. "Father, why did you have to endure such a life? This is worlds apart from the life you were accustomed to," Bella choked out between sobs, her eyes flitting around the room, desperate to absorb every little detail. Bienley, wearing a tender smile, drew his mother closer to him in a warm embrace. "I had the most wonderful childhood right here, mother. The simplicity of our life never felt like a burden. In fact, it was a blessing. Father raised me with an abundance of love, and that was far more valuable than any
Bienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy."What?""How could this be?""I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty.""He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool.""So, the heir is a man, not a woman?""And he's in a relationship with CEO Devon Dalton, no less."A tidal wave of diverse speculations crashed over the guests as they stared intently at the stage. There, Dr. Bienley Cullen was being tenderly embraced and kissed by CEO Bella Vanderpool. In return, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist with equal affection, their gestures speaking volumes.The simple yet intimate interactions between the rumored heir and his renowned mother seemed to confirm their relationship beyond a shadow of a dou
Carlisle stood with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on the seething guests. Their angry mutters filled the air, a chaotic symphony of indignation. "These people have no sense of decorum. All they want is a free meal and a chance to guzzle our drinks," one guest hissed."They need to be put in their place!" another chimed in, her face red with anger."If we don't toss them out, this whole event will be a disaster," a third added, their voice shrill with panic.The enraged guests turned their venomous glares on Bienley. But the young doctor remained unperturbed, meeting their scornful looks with a calm, unwavering gaze. Carlisle took a step forward, his presence commanding. He raised his hand, and the room fell silent, save for the occasional indignant huff. "Ladies and gentlemen, you were invited here for a purpose. Don't squander this opportunity by causing a scene. Keep to yourselves," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. The guests, though reluctant, clamped their
The opulent grand ballroom of Guillebeaux Hotel and Casino blazed with a dazzling radiance. Above, crystal chandeliers shimmered like constellations, their warm, golden glow cascading over the exquisitely attired guests. Waiters glided through the throng, their trays laden with flutes of bubbling champagne and bite-sized, mouthwatering hors d'oeuvres that seemed like edible works of art."Word on the street is that Madame Bella Vanderpool is set to unveil her heir to the world tonight," a clique of affluent women, swathed in designer gowns and dripping with diamond jewelry, tittered among themselves. Their laughter was like the delicate tinkling of fine crystal."Rumor has it that her heir has inherited her ageless allure," one of the women leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, eyes alight with intrigue."She has a daughter? How on earth has this been kept under wraps?" A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through their tight-knit circle."That's the mystery that has ev
Bienley stared deeply into Bella's teary eyes, where a river of tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her words of unwavering assurance, coupled with the raw pain of anguish that reflects in her gaze, finally unearthed the truth he'd been starved of for far too long."Mama will never, ever abandon you, my precious little Prince. You are the very breath of Mama's life. That faint, flickering hope deep in my heart, the one that whispered someday I'd find you, kept me going, kept me alive through the darkest of days." She traced his face with a yearning touch, as if trying to engrave every contour, every freckle into her memory.Bienley closed his eyes, surrendering to the delicate, feather - light touch of her soft hands. In that moment, this tenuous connection felt like a salve to his broken, battered soul, mending the cracks that had formed over so many lonely years."Mama," Bienley choked out, launching himself into her embrace. His arms wound tightly around her slender waist, and he nest
"Oh my god, Lander!" Bella gasped, the sound tearing from her throat. And then, she was overtaken by another bout of heart-rending sobs. The pain that had been pent up for so long was now erupting in a flood of emotions."Bienley? Are you certain?" Señor Quintana, usually the picture of composure, asked in a voice that betrayed a slight tremor. His once-dull, aged eyes now reflected a tenderness that was rarely seen, as if a long-buried emotion had been unearthed."Yes, grandpa. He looks just like my father. Even though the photo was taken when he was quite young, I could never mistake him for anyone else," Bienley said, trying his best to convince them despite the confusion swirling within him. His words were a mixture of certainty and bewilderment."Oh, god," Damon Quintana looked at his wife, whose expression mirrored his own surprise. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep, silent prayer. He rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly tormented, as if the weigh
"Love, I'm right here. Just relax. As long as I'm by your side, no one can harm you," Devon murmured softly into Bienley's ear, sensing the turmoil within him. "I'm so scared," Bienley whispered tremulously, his trembling hands clutching Devon's. Bienley felt a strange numbness wash over him. His head started to pound as he grappled to make sense of the bewildering situation. A storm of conflicting thoughts whirled through his muddled mind, and he had the unsettling sensation of being adrift in a sea of overpowering emotions, with no clear destination in sight."I'm here with you. Whatever this is, we'll face it together," Devon said, drawing Bienley closer and enfolding him in a warm, reassuring embrace.Bienley was secretly glad that he'd allowed Devon to come along when the latter had insisted. Right now, Devon's possessive nature seemed like a blessing.They were then led into a vast room, huddling close to one another as they followed in silence. As they stepped inside, they