This is it. Every single one of our plans has come to life. It all happened so fast, like lightning—and now, my wife and I officially own Hector’s company. The very company that grew because of a project he stole from Dorry’s parents.My wife hasn’t stopped smiling since. Honestly, she looks even more thrilled than I am. She says it’s because marrying me wasn’t for nothing. Yes, she told me everything—the arranged marriage, the reason she agreed to it. It was all part of her plan to get close to Hector, lure him into a trap, and finally get revenge for what he did to her family.“Dorry… that smile’s a bit much—you’re starting to look crazy,” I teased with a grin, even as I kept pressing kisses to her hand. She smells so good… and damn, she looks stunning tonight in that black satin dress that drapes down to her ankles, with a slit high enough to show off her thighs.I found myself biting my lip, unable to tear my eyes away from her exposed thigh—my hand now gently brushing over it.“N
“Atty. Larson… is it true?” After a long, suffocating silence, I finally found my voice again. “Are you my father?”Jac and Atty. Larson exchanged glances. The tension in the room was thick, heavy, almost tangible. But nothing compared to what I was feeling—had everything I believed in been a lie? Was I the one out of place? The one who didn’t belong?Dorry stayed quiet, but her gentle hand rubbed my back, trying to calm the storm inside me—the storm that felt like a hurricane tearing through my entire being.If Atty. Larson was my father; then everything Tita Norma said about my place in the family business was true. I was the product of an affair… a bastard in the eyes of the De Vedras.It felt like my brain was about to split. I couldn’t even breathe properly. What I had just learned sat on my chest like boulders, crushing me.“N-Nelson…” Atty. Larson tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He kept glancing at Jac, clearly rattled.Damn it! Could it be true? Was he my real fat
Dorry gently ran her hand along my arm as she watched me silently.I’d been tense for a while now. I’d been racking my brain, trying to figure out what to say to Atty. Larson, who ended up hurt because of me. I couldn’t even explain how I felt. It was like the guilt was eating me alive; I was too ashamed to face him. I hadn’t seen him yet, but just knowing he got badly beaten up—it’s like I could feel the pain myself.“Nelson, relax,” Dorry nudged me, her hand moving to my chest. “Atty. Larson’s doing fine. His bruises and wounds haven’t fully healed, but he’s stable now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”I let out a deep sigh, taking her hand and gently squeezing it as I looked into her eyes—my gaze inevitably falling to her lips again, which I longed to claim. “Thank you, Dorry. You always know how to ease my mind,” I said softly, which made her smile before resting her head on my shoulder like it was her favorite pillow.I kissed her forehead and teased, “But you always manage to w
Days had passed since I was discharged from the hospital, and ever since I got out, Dorry hadn’t left my side. She took care of me like I was a child. She didn’t even leave my meals to the house helpers—she handled everything herself.I honestly felt like the luckiest man alive having her as my wife. I truly appreciated everything she was doing for me. She wasn’t just doing good on her promise to make up for the past—she was showing me in every way she knew how much she loved me.And yet, despite all her efforts to care for me and make me happy, there was still this heaviness in my chest. Maybe because… I still couldn’t remember her—not fully.I was already home, surrounded by the familiar, yet it still felt like parts of my life were missing.Good thing Dorry was here. She was the one who had disappeared from my memory, and yet she was also the reason I felt even a little bit at ease.She was incredibly attentive, always by my side wherever I went. Patiently waiting through every the
My lips had parted earlier from the strange thrill I felt when Dorry’s hand brushed and pressed against my bulge—but they quickly shut the moment I heard what she said.A wave of anxiety rushed in—and I hated the feeling. I wanted pleasure, not this crushing nervousness that gripped my chest and reminded me of everything that happened before the accident.For a moment, I had forgotten the problems I was facing in the company… and with my family, whose cruelty ran deep. But unlike Dorry—whom I couldn’t remember at all.“Nelson, so many things happened while you were unconscious. Issues I had no idea about… I didn’t know you were carrying so much. And instead of helping, I only made things worse. I’m sorry…”Tears welled up in Dorry’s eyes. I could feel how sincere her apology was. I reached out and gently wiped her tears from her cheek.Then she took my hand and pressed it to her lips over and over again. It was a simple gesture, but my heart was dancing from the joy it stirred in me.
NELSON"Sh*t, man! Those two are such mood killers. They just had to remind me that I have a catheter."What was supposed to be a moment of her reminding me of something turned into an awkward situation. I was so caught up in her kiss. My hands were already starting to wander. And then—boom—my friends ruined the moment.“Dorry…” I looked at her. She buried her face in my chest, as if she didn’t know how to handle what had just happened. But me? I still wanted to continue our interrupted kiss. I wanted to take it to the next level. Maybe that way, my brain would finally remember her."You know,” I said with a teasing grin, “no matter how many times Diego and Vianna May interrupt us, I’m not letting you go. I’ll wear you out—I mean, I’ll keep going until I remember you.”I chuckled, hoping the joke would ease the awkwardness between us. But truth be told, I wasn’t just trying to lighten the mood. I was burning up inside and all I could think about was kissing her again.“You’re crazy, N