Everett's POV
I punched the wall when Garil told me that the woman he was supposed to send to me didn’t make it. I found out late because he told me late. By that time, I had already sex with the woman who called me Godfather earlier. Who is she, and why did she call me godfather? Am I really her godfather?
The next day, my uncles and aunts said they would handle the company for now since I haven’t fulfilled my father’s wishes. They told me that I could only take control of the company once I got married and had a child.
I immediately thought of the woman I had sex with in bed. With the amount of sperm I released in her, it’s impossible she wouldn’t get pregnant. But why did she run away? She didn’t even introduce herself to me. But I know we’ll meet again. She’ll come running to me when she finds out there’s something growing in her belly.
“I'm really sorry, bro. I didn’t expect you to end up with a different woman at that hotel. I told you late that the woman I spoke to couldn’t make it because my girlfriend and I had a fight,” Garil explained while we were on the yacht, drinking wine. This is where we usually hang out when things get boring. We just circle around and stay in the middle of the sea while waiting for the sunset.
“Just find the woman I had sex with in bed. Find out everything about her so I can get to know her. Surely, you have the means to get the CCTV footage from that hotel. As compensation for your screw-up, you have to find out who that woman is. I need to know her,” I ordered him, then downed the wine in my glass.
I know Garil will find a way to handle this. When it comes to investigations, he’s very skilled. That’s why I’m counting on him to find the woman I was with that night. The woman who seemed like I was her first. When she left, I noticed there was blood on the bed.
Just two days later, Garil came back to me with the information about the woman I had sex with in bed. I was right; he’s really good at investigating. With all his connections, he can easily find out what he wants to know about someone.
I found out her name is Misha Merdz. I’m only three years older than her. Her father is actually my dad’s best friend. So now I understand why she called me Godfather that night. Misha was the little girl I stood as godfather to at her baptism when I was just three years old. I remember my dad telling me that at my young age of three, I already became a godfather at a baptism. It was all just for fun, according to my dad. But the funny thing is, Misha seems to recognize me as her godfather. I shook my head, thinking... her godfather was the one who took her virginity. Now I get why she ran away that night. She probably couldn’t believe what happened between us. I was really enjoying that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking that she seemed to bite her lip while staring at my naked body. She was staring at my manhood for quite a while as if she was tempted by me.
I want to talk to her about what happened, so I went straight to her father. I spoke to him because Misha wasn’t replying to my messages on her social media. I don’t know why, but Misha’s father seemed delighted that I wanted to talk to his daughter. I’m sure she hasn’t told her father what happened between us. If it were me, why would I even tell my father about it? That would be so embarrassing.
Misha’s father told me that she agreed to meet with me. He said we would talk tomorrow afternoon at a coffee shop. He’ll just send me the address, so I’m going to prepare for it.
Misha’s POV“Come on over to the dining area, I’m done cooking,” he called out to me, so I stood up and placed the Tupperware filled with chicken afritada on the table in the living room.Even before I reached the dining area, I could already smell the food he had prepared. The aroma was different, unusual, even…based on what I was picking up.I raised an eyebrow when I saw a variety of dishes spread out on the table. He looked at me with a proud smile, as if he was admiring his own work. “Look, just from the way I plated everything, it already looks delicious, right? But once you taste it, you’ll forget all about that chicken afritada you had earlier.”He was already praising himself, so I just smiled. “Wait, what exactly are these dishes?” I asked, because to be honest, they looked new to me, both in appearance and, most likely, in taste.“I never told you this, Misha, but I actually studied culinary arts abroad. But only for three months, since I never really dreamed of becoming a
Misha’s POVYummy Godfather doesn’t know that I can see his movements on my phone. I’m watching him on CCTV right now. I’m amazed at how he slices the meat—he moves like a pro in the kitchen. He’s even marinating the meat. While letting it soak, he chops onions, garlic, and vegetables. I still have no idea what he’s cooking.I thought, if I ended up marrying him, this would be a regular scene in our kitchen. I’d have a husband who’s not only rich but also a great cook.While I was busy watching him, I received a message from Conrad."The chicken afritada I cooked is on its way to your house. I hope you like it."Right after reading his message, a delivery rider honked outside our house. I quickly stood up and went out."For Miss Misha Merdz," the rider said."Is this from Conrad?" I asked.He nodded and handed me a large, bagged-up Tupperware. There was nothing left to pay since Conrad had already covered it."Thank you, kuya."As I was heading back inside, I saw Everett standing at t
Misha’s POVI won’t get to taste Conrad’s cooking after all. My dad suddenly arrived at the farm and told me to go home because Everett was coming over to our house. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Conrad. Dad hurried me home, saying he would be the one to explain my sudden departure to Conrad.What I don’t understand is—why didn’t Everett just tell me himself? Why did he have to talk to my dad instead?When I got home, I saw his fancy car already parked outside, which meant he was already inside. I quickly parked my car and rushed in.I found him sitting on the sofa, his forehead creased, clearly not in a good mood.“Everett?” I called out, my face showing a hint of nervousness.He looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity. Then, he stood up and walked toward me.“From now on, you’re not allowed to post photos of any other guy on your social media. My relatives, especially my aunts and uncles—are monitoring you. If they see you with another man, everything we’ve worked for wi
Misha's POVConrad and I talked here in front of my parents office cottage. I stared at his face intently as we conversed. He looks so handsome now, a far cry from the playful Conrad I used to know. His posture is commanding, with broad chest and shoulders.He couldn't believe that I, the mischievous and emotional Misha from our childhood, was now standing before him. I even smiled when he said I looked beautiful now. It made me feel silly. Men, always skilled in flattery. But I couldn't blame him; I knew he was being sincere. I kept absentmindedly tucking my hair behind my ear.“What kind of work did you do abroad, Conrad?” I asked, eager to hear updates about his life.“I worked as a chef at a restaurant in Paris. I took a year off here in the Philippines, and they couldn't let me go because I was one of their top chefs there. It’s been a long time since I've been home, so I deserved a year-long vacation,” he said with a grin. “Hey, but I'm not bragging. I'm just stating the facts.”
Everett’s POVWhile I was quietly sipping my coffee in the living room of my mansion, Uncle Gerald suddenly arrived with his wife, Aunt Maloi. The moment I saw their faces, I knew trouble was coming.“Why didn’t you even tell me that you were preparing for your birthday party?” he asked in an angry voice, as if he were my real father. It seems he forgot that he’s just my uncle.I placed my cup on the table and calmly stood up to face him.“Am I still a child that I need to ask for your permission? I’m old enough! I don’t need to inform you. Besides, do you really need to know about my birthday party preparations? Why? Is the money I’m spending coming from you? It’s not, is it? And what exactly is your role that you think you need to know about it?”Aunt Maloi laughed. I was caught off guard when she suddenly came up to me and slapped me.“How rude! Your uncle was just asking, and yet you responded like that!” she shouted at me. I smirked. “You’re always like this. It’s obvious that yo
Misha’s POVPapa went to Manila, and Mama suddenly fell ill. She asked me to go to the farm today to oversee the harvesting of dragon fruits by our workers. There were a lot of pending orders, and they needed to be delivered tomorrow. Mama insisted that I go to the farm to supervise our staff’s work. Apparently, whenever she and Papa weren’t around during harvest time, profits would often be split unfairly. Some of the workers would take home a portion of the harvest to sell on their own, causing losses for Mama and Papa. Nowadays, even a single centavo matters to them, so they emphasized the importance of being vigilant at all times.When I arrived at the farm, I saw that the male staff assigned to pick dragon fruits were just about to start their work.“Good morning, Miss Misha!” they greeted me in unison. I smiled in response.Honestly, I never used to do that before. But now that this farm is all we have left, I figured it wouldn’t be right to keep acting cold. It’s not that I was