Masuk~Esperanza's POV~ 'It's not a demand... Just an ask because I can see what you both can't...' 'You both lean towards each other without falling… and stand without pushing the other down.” 'Some people don’t need promises. They need someone who stays.' 'I know you’ll make a great team because neither of you needs to be carried. You both only need love, care, and support.' 'And don't think I asked you for this because of my love for him. It’s about the fact that I truly, deeply want to see both of you find peace together. Home together.' His words were still ringing in my ears. I wanted to forget it all but I couldn't. I was still in the hospital, and Diego was once again pacing in the hallway. Mr Rowland wasn't supposed to talk that much. His nerves needed rest. Not too intense talk. He passed out again. His heartbeats rose as if he were fighting a battle within, and his breath became shaky. The doctors were still checking up on him while we waited outside
~Esperanza's POV~ I've always seen Diego calm and composed but these couple of days were forcing him to face storms. And I feel pathetic about this. He has been so swamped with my struggles that he forgot he had someone to take care of. I was alone, but he wasn't. He was supposed to be there for his grandpa but he was with me. Walking every step, crossing every hurdle as if it were his own, and... Taking care of me as if nothing else mattered. If I hadn’t been so engrossed with myself, maybe his grandpa would still be fine. I gazed at him. His hands clutched the steering so tightly that his knuckles turned white. It looked like he wanted to suck the life out of the steering wheel. His jaw was tight. Fighting a battle that he didn’t want to talk out loud. Our car almost reached a hundred miles per hour. My heart was pounding in my chest while my breath was heavy. I was scared but I didn't dare to say a word. It was a Sunday. But he was with me. I h
~Third Person's POV~ "Hermana! It's so good to see you back," Evangelina sweetly echoed. But everyone knew how much hatred she carried for Esperanza. "What are you doing here? I told you not to set foot in here if you left..." Don Ricardo said, eyes blazing and watching Esperanza’s every step. But Esperanza didn't bother to answer him. She knew that every person's eyes were watching her every step; she wanted to shake them the same way they had shaken her when she was eight. Her eyes were fixed on the big red chair, placed on the right side of the living room. "Esperanza, girl, what are you doing?" Claudia, her stepmother, carefully asked. "The same thing that you did..." Esperanza smiled and sat on the big red chair. "Sixteen years ago..." Everyone's eyes widened in shock. A surge of rage passed through their vein, yet they remained calm except for Don Ricardo. "Esperanza! That's your mother's place!" He yelled. Esperanza crossed her legs, and a smirk pl
~Third Person's POV~ "God, Diego. You already made me change twice. Do I still not look good?" Esperanza asked, her voice mirroring the stress evident on her face. "I think you want me to have a look in your closet," Diego hummed. "What? No!" Esperanza loudly exclaimed. Diego stood from his place. His walk was slow and calm. His conscious steps made Esperanza’s heart skip a beat. He wore a sky-blue shirt tucked into white tailored pants. As he walked towards her with slow, steady steps, his arms swung naturally, showing the strength in his muscles beneath his sleeves. Esperanza's heart raced as she watched him come closer. Every slow step he took made her mind go blank, replacing the normal heartbeats with nervous beats in her chest. She couldn't look away. She only found herself wondering if he could hear how fast her heart was beating. He softly placed his hands on her shoulders and looked in her brown orbs, "You're not going there as Esperanza Ricardo, the
~Esperanza's POV~ I tried a lot... I'm still trying, and I know I'll keep trying, but this feeling... It feels like my body has registered his touch. I want to shake it off. I want to forget how... How good his touch felt, but... No. I promised myself I won't fall for anyone again. I can't let Diego's few thoughts mess with me again. But I can't deny that I liked his touch. It didn't feel alarming, annoying, or creepy. Just pure concern and safety. That's how I feel when I'm around him. And I don't want to feel that. If anybody heard my thoughts, they would laugh at me. But this is the truth. These were the only feelings I was surrounded by when I was with Carlos. My naive ass thought it was love, but it wasn't. He was concerned because I was carrying our baby, and that's why he wanted me to stay safe till I gave birth. Everyone wants a partner who makes them feel safe, but Carlos's 'too much' security has given me doubts. I not only want
~Diego's POV~ "Morning, sunshine." Jonathan's sickeningly cheerful voice grated on my ears. Ugh. I don't want to hear anyone right now. My head was spinning. Nerves were pulsating with a dull, insistent ache. I didn't dare to open my eyes. Even the dim lights in the room felt like a chandelier glowing above my head. "Take it," He said. I looked at the lemonade he placed on the side table, a sigh left my mouth. I drank too much last night. I remember enjoying every moment of Esperanza crushing her enemies without even talking to them but this... I can't seem to shake off the hangover. "You do remember that you told Esperanza and Valentina everything about your family, right?" Jonathan asked. I nodded. I do.Ans I slightly regret it now. I never thought I would open up to anyone again about my family but I did. And again with someone who was connected to Mendozas at some point in her life. I know she's different... Betrayed by them but still.







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