Justine and Norman suddenly exchanged glances, as if both of them were waiting for one another to speak up, especially when my stares were as sharp as knives. I know Norman always had his principles to cover up his ass so I poured my sharp knives toward Justine. He lied to me once about the incident but I know he will not do it again to protect our friendship. "Yvanna, the thing is...," Justine started confessing but he ended up cutting off in the middle of his sentence, his troubled expression told me two or three assumptions. "Should I tell her then? I'd be delighted to tell her about our man-to-man deal while she was profoundly sleeping the other day." Norman shrugs off, putting more weight on my shoulders when I still have Noah with me. I found his shrug hard to breathe so I removed his arms from me voluntarily, and I didn't care if he got offended by it. With the fact that we already argued before Justine appeared, I no longer need to worry if he gets mad at m
"He can stab his billions into his mouth, I don't have a single cent of them," I uttered to myself while continuously uttering profanity. "My wife and I spent our marriage for almost eight years," Norman responded to the reporter's question. "I know her better than anyone. She did not do it because she got into an accident and was kidnapped by someone who claimed to be me." Perhaps he was referring to Justine since he was the only person who took care of me for one month in the hospital. Also, it makes me wonder what happened to my case. Justine never mentioned any updates about the incident, if the driver of the other car was also admitted to the hospital with me, or if he or she died. Nothing. Not because he cared for me losing my memories, doesn't mean he had to keep it from me. I need to apologize and compensate the driver whom I bumped into because it was my fault in the first place. I wanted to apologize to his or her family, in advance, even if I still reme
Eight years ago. "Chop! Chop, Justine! My knight in shining armor has been waiting for me in that seafood restaurant. We were already thirty minutes later. Don't want to let him wait for another half an hour. He might lose his interest in me." The eagerness to see and meet this man I got from an online dating app for the first time was engraved all over my face. We had our final exams that's why we were already thirty minutes later from our agreed schedule. Lucky for me, he replied he could wait and that I should take my time since passing our final exams is more important than dating someone. For that one single message coming from Norman Paul dela Vega, I started to fall in love with him. I am not the type of woman who fell in love right away, needless to say, I haven't met him, not even once, but he was the future of a large and well-known corporation. In other words, he will become a billionaire soon. And I dreamed of marrying someone wealthy as I promised
"I'm happy and proud to say that's a yes, grandfather! She's two weeks pregnant with my child. And I ask nothing but your blessing to let us get married soon before the news reaches the public." Norman mustered the courage to speak up on my behalf. Norman and I already talked and considered about this. The reason he wanted to marry me as soon as possible was because he was afraid that I might be rejected by his family and questioned by the public knowing my entire family has nothing to brag about apart from those fresh fruits and vegetables we harvested from the farm. "You got to be kidding me, Norman!" His Mom debated for the sake of their noble name. "No, I'm against this marriage. You will never get our blessings. I'm too ashamed to introduce a street beggar to my friends." Norman's parents felt disgusted while holding onto that thought. The feeling was pretty evident in their contorted faces. But I cannot blame them for that. Apart from that we are not in our twen
So I reached out to his cheeks, cleaned the tears from his eyes, and smiled to help him ease off. "Do you want to live with us in the countryside? You, me, and Uncle Justine? Though the house wasn't this big or compared to your room in the mansion your aunts couldn't see you there..." "Are you fucking kidding me, huh, Yvanna?" Norman raised his voice furiously to the point that Noah was startled as he took a tight grip on my hands. He stopped crying but his nerves started trembling, I could sense it. "No, I'm not kidding, Norman," I replied without any fear and put the kid behind me. His evil family had already done enough trouble for me and the kid. I don't want to reach the point where his sisters and mother do the same thing to Noah. He was just a kid. And they were all heartless monsters. "You couldn't understand how we felt because you, yourself, also have been hurting the kid - your son, by blood. Cheated on me. Kissed another woman in front of the kid." I a
Yvanna's and Justine's claim about me was proven right when I let the woman kiss me on the lips. And I kissed her back until we ended up lying on one bed with nothing left on our bodies. "Who the hell are you to stop me from doing what I want and whom I spent the night with, Yvanna?" I furiously breathed in the middle of our journey back to the mansion. "We're getting married soon, Norman. You should be thinking about how to become a good husband and a father to your child. Noah will be out in this stomach in a few months." she insisted with tears in her eyes. "They were all my circle of friends, Yvanna. What's wrong with spending the night with them, huh? We were simply celebrating for passing our midterm exams." I debated as I don't allow anyone to dictate to me what a dela Vega can and cannot do. Now that I knew my future as the sole heir of my grandfather's multi-billion corporation was as clear as the brightness of a smoldering sun, I was not gonna let anyone step on me. I ca
Imagine my surprise when the two started uttering profanity on the same night of my inauguration in front of the crowd where cameras and security guards flooded throughout the Blue House. Speaking of the security guards, hundreds of them left their stations and bolted in Yvanna's direction. This time, it was not just the eager paparazzi who were taking photos and videos of them slapping and hair-pulling each other, but most, if not all of the attendees. And they were all enjoying the show. What worried me the most was that I already lied to Draku earlier that Yvanna and I were on good terms as husband and wife. But the commotions speak the other way around. "Mom! Mother Luciana, please, STOP!" I yelled at both of them even if it was completely inappropriate. Along with the security guards, we attempted to pull them away from each other. "You're a monster, Mauricia!" "And your daughter is a kidnapper! Your daughter kidnapped my grandson. Better return him to
But to my surprise, Justine pulled me up and blew a hard punch straight into my face. "You got to be kidding me, Norman!" he blurted. "No wonder Yvanna doesn't want to be with you anymore. Because you only think about your reputation and use your money to cover up for all your mistakes." "Of course," Mother Luciana seconded, "A family that flocks together stays together. No wonder for seven years, all my daughter got from that evil family was nothing but suffering. If and only I had known the mask behind those faces from the beginning, we could have disagreed about our daughter marrying you." "Get away from here, Norman! We don't need an evil like you here. You and Yvanna are already done." Justine pushed me away from the operating room. "Eat all your money or hire someone to have sex with you. That's who you are. We don't need your money." "But money is all I have, Justine. Please, tell me what to do to make it up with Yvanna. I love her." I defensively replied as I i