Yown! Sorry for waiting too long guys! I've been doing so much lately. I'll have time now that I'm done with my house renovation.! I hope you understand and continue to wait and support my story. Thank you very much!
I was taken aback when my dad unexpectedly slapped me. Although it was not a strong blow, I felt stunned. With my forehead wrinkled in confusion, I turned my head just enough to look at him. “I don’t understand what I did wrong,” I managed to say, my voice tight with frustration. “Why did you hit me, Dad? What was that slap for?” I wanted to shout the question, but I held back, fearing it might escalate the situation. “You don’t know why?” he repeated my question, his irritation palpable. “I didn’t raise you to be in a relationship with a man. You’re my only child, and it’s disappointing to discover that you’ve been involved with that Clark.” His voice, though not loud, was filled with barely contained anger as he spoke. "Huh! Haha!" I forced a laugh upon hearing his words. "I thought your issue was just a heart problem, but why can't you remember the last time we talked about Clark?" I stated firmly to my dad. His words left me feeling frustrated. "Talk ab
"What do you think? If I didn’t like you, do you really think I would be okay with this deal?" I asked, watching him grow even more stunned as he fixed his gaze on me. With him no longer massaging my back, I shifted my position in bed to face him directly. I couldn’t help but feel captivated by his bemused expression as he stared at me. "Why are you so surprised? Do you find it hard to believe?" I continued. He nodded in response, and a smile spread across my face. "If I didn't like you, you wouldn't be talking to me like this, and I definitely wouldn't feel at ease in your presence.” Without saying another word, he cupped my neck and pulled me closer, pressed his lips against mine with full of passion. Instead of pulling back, I eagerly responded to his kiss, deepening our connection. “Hmmm, I like you, my Angelo,” he murmured softly between our kisses, his breath warm againts my lips. I instinctively entwined my fingers in his ha
As I leaned against the wall near the doctor's office door, I could hear the conversation unfolding inside where Carlotta had just entered. "Tsk!" I sighed, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. How could Carlotta be involved in poisoning Jestony, and to think she was conspiring with his doctor to keep it hidden? A few minutes later, Carlotta emerged, momentarily taken aback to see me waiting outside. She hesitated, clearly torn before stepping out. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away, unable to hold my gaze for long. “C-Clark! What are you doing here?” she stammered, her words shaky. “I never thought you were capable of this, Carlotta,” I replied, unable to hide my dismay. Her expression grew serious as she met my gaze again. “You have no idea what torture he inflicted on me this past month. You can't judge me for wanting to escape,” she said in a hushed tone. “Clark, I can’t stay with him any longer. He’s treating me i
"I heard what happened to Jestony," Clark said. I turned to him, still processing my own feelings after just returning from the hospital. "How is he feeling?" he asked. "He’s okay for now! But we need to monitor him closely; his blood sugar is still high and he has a heart condition," I replied, trying to reassure him. "Is that all?" Clark pressed again, his tone revealing a hint of doubt. "Those are the only findings the doctor has reported," I stated firmly, but I noticed his unconvinced expression. "Why? Are you hoping for something worse?" I questioned, frowning at the thought. It bothered me to consider that he might actually wish for my father’s situation to worsen, especially if it meant he could have another chance with Carlotta. But what would happen if that became reality? "Aren't you curious? When was the last time you visited your dad? What's behind his sudden, serious illness?" he asked, causing me to freeze in surprise. That
“Carlotta.” I barely heard Jestony call my name. A call from the maid I hired to keep an eye on him just came in. She informed me that Jestony suddenly became weak. It has been three weeks since my daughter and I left him. I intended to leave him for good, but I can’t walk away entirely. My daughter and I have a rightful claim to his wealth should anything happen to him. And that’s exactly what I plan to secure for us. All his assets will eventually belong to my daughter and me. I doubt Angelo will interfere; he seems preoccupied with his own businesses now. “How are you, Jestony?” I asked, my expression lacking of emotion as I gazed at him lying in the center of the bed. “It’s been three weeks since I left. But why has your health suddenly collapsed?” "Where have you been? I've been searching for you," he said, deflecting my question. Even though he appeared physically weak, there was a spark of anger in his voice. "I just needed to cool down. Y
As he was packing his belongings to head home, his cellphone rang. While he busily tucked his laptop into his bag, I caught sight of the name flashing on the screen—it was my niece calling, and I couldn't help but frown in surprise. Our eyes met. "Does she often call you?" I asked. "Not really," he replied. "Then why haven’t you mentioned her?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. "She’s not someone worth discussing," he shrugged dismissively. "But you always answer when she calls. What do you two talk about?" I pressed, sensing there was more to the story. I noticed him let out a deep sigh, and to my surprise, he suddenly handed me his phone. “If you’re so curious, why not answer it?” he said casually while his cellphone continued to ring. As he packed his laptop into his bag, I noticed his indifference. Instead of picking up my niece’s call, I simply turned his phone off. “Why didn’t you answer it and see what she wante