A soft knock echoed through the quiet of Selene’s condo.She didn’t move.She wasn’t expecting anyone—hadn’t even told anyone she was back in Manila. Maybe it was just someone knocking on the wrong door. She closed her eyes again, exhaustion dragging her deeper into the mattress.Then came a second knock—louder, firmer.This time, there was no mistaking it. It was her door.Selene groaned, forcing herself upright.Every muscle in her body protested. She didn't have the energy for visitors—not tonight. She slipped on the robe hanging by the bed and stomped toward the door, frustration flaring in her chest.But the moment she swung it open, the blood drained from her face.Duke Alessandro Sandoval.The last man she ever expected to find standing there.She didn't know why he was here or how he did know that she'd come back.Her breath hitched.For a second, she forgot how to move, how to think. All the words she’d rehearsed in case she ever saw him again vanished into thin air.Duke’s e
Selene returned to the Philippines exactly three months after she had left.She had selected a late-night flight for a reason. She did not want to be seen by reporters, fans, or anyone who could recognize her. After all, she would vanished without a word. She was not prepared to answer questions she had not even gotten the courage to ask herself.For nearly two months, she had lived a quiet life in Paris, away from the lights and noise. And, while she once craved the spotlight, she had grown accustomed to the stillness. To be anonymous. Now, the prospect of being recognized again made her stomach twist—but then again, everything did these days.Her plane arrived at NAIA around two in the morning. She stepped out of the plane with a heavy heart and heavy legs, feeling the familiar Manila humidity cling to her skin. Despite the heat, she wore her jacket and large sunglasses to protect her weary eyes. Her long, dark hair was tucked under a cap. Even at night and exhausted, she could not
Selene stood gazing at the Eiffel Tower, which glistened in the distance like a crown—beautiful, far away, and indestructible. It was the epitome of everything she had desired but now felt was out of reach.The city below was a hive of activity, with cars zipping by, lights dancing and blinking, and buildings rising with both modern ambition and old-world elegance.Even though Paris was alive, Selene felt as if she was in a different, slower world in the stillness of her hotel room—one marked by questions, silence, and the storm that was constantly building inside of her.Two months. She had been out of the Philippines for a long time.Two months of missed calls, unanswered messages, and placing herself out of reach.And it is been two weeks since she fled her mother's powder-pink estate in Hawaii, where she vowed she would stay hidden—until Douglas Sandoval, Duke's father, appeared at the gates like a ghost from a past life she was not ready to face.Everything changed as soon as she
"Goodbye, my love," Ingrid muttered as she gazed at the door that was slowly closing.Even though she did not cry, something inside of her broke—quietly and permanently.Duke's retreating footsteps down the hallway were more than just a goodbye. They were the conclusion. A confirmation that her loved one had chosen someone else. Someone he never truly stopped loving.Selene....Duke did not waste another second. He rushed to Addison's office, his heart pounding with a strange combination of fear and excitement. When he entered, Addison looked up from her desk, surprised by the urgency in his eyes."I need your help," he said, his voice low and taut. "I need to find Selene."Addison's expression became sober. She did not ask why.She would always know Selene was the ghost Duke could never shake. With a nod, she picked up her phone and began calling immigration officers she knew from school, airline company friends, and travel agents who owed her favors.Time passed in tense silence, Duk
After a few anxious days, Duke agreed to a sit-down interview with the media.He faced the cameras with heavy eyes and a burdened heart, admitting the truth:They had a terrible argument, and she left him for good.He ended the interview with a heartfelt message to Selene, pleading with her to give him a chance to make things right.He prayed in his heart that she would see it. And if she does, maybe—just maybe—she will return to the Philippines... and to him.As soon as the interview wrapped up in Manila, Duke drove back to Subic without delay. He needed to be anywhere but alone with his thoughts. Without fully thinking, his car took him to Ingrid’s coffee shop.It wasn’t because he wanted to rekindle anything with her—he had made a vow to himself:Never again.He would never seek comfort in another woman’s arms just to escape the pain.Not anymore. Not ever.When he walked in, Ingrid was busy behind the counter, sifting through paperwork. She looked up and visibly stiffened at the s
“What did you say, love? Is it true?” Rosalia asked, her voice full of disbelief as she turned to face her husband.Douglas nodded and brushed his lips against her forehead, a comforting gesture."Why did you not tell our son?" she inquired, her gaze scanning his face for an answer. "To save him from sleeplessness and heartbreak."Douglas sighed deeply before gently guiding Rosalia to sit on the edge of their bed. "Selene asked me not to tell him where she was.""But, love, you saw how miserable our son had become. How could you make a compromise with Selene when he has clearly lost his spark, his joy since she left?" Rosalia's voice wavered with frustration and concern, the hurt in her words palpable. She had watched their son suffer in silence, and her guilt about the situation was palpable.Douglas chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss her lips, offering tender reassurance. "We are expecting a grandchild, my dear," Douglas said."Selene is six weeks pregnant. She promised to return
It was almost impossible for Duke Sandoval to enter the SGC headquarters.A swarm of reporters had crowded the front entrance, all desperate to catch even a few words from him. Cameras flashed incessantly. Microphones were shoved in his face the moment he stepped out of his car, but Duke remained silent, jaw tight, ignoring the growing noise around him.It had been a month since the tabloids reported the explosive news that he and Selene Arguelles were getting married.The engagement sent shockwaves throughout the entertainment and business communities. However, the wedding never happened. No ceremony. There was no official statement. Worse, there is no trace of Selene.She had simply vanished.Duke was devastated, but he refrained from expressing it in public. In private, though, he was completely devastated. He was virtually unreachable for a week after the scandal broke. His mother and father tried every day to contact him and persuade him to open up, but he remained cold and unres
How Addison had discovered that he was at the Sandoval Condominium was a mystery to him.Maybe she did not even have to ask. Maybe she just knew—knew him as well as any family member could.She was his cousin, after all.She had always been able to feel it, to find him when the weight of everything became too much, when the world he had worked so hard to keep together began to crack and fall apart.Addison knew. She has always done this.And now, in the thick silence of the night, without any demands or judgment, she was simply present—an unspoken reminder that he was not alone, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise.The place was a complete wreck.Duke had not changed his clothes in days. His usually sharp, commanding presence had devolved into something hollow and ruined. With the glassy gaze of a man who had already lost everything that mattered, he sat slouched on the couch. The air smelled of whiskey, sweat, and something else, maybe grief. Defeat.Addison's h
The moment Duke stepped into Singapore Airport, an unbearable heaviness settled in his chest. He scanned the busy arrival hall desperately, searching for even the smallest sign of her—Selene Arguelles. But there was none. Not a glimpse. Not even a ghost of her presence lingered in the air.He didn't even know where she had gone after all.What country. What city. What new life she had chosen.He stood there, rooted in place, as travelers brushed past him in every direction—families laughing, couples arguing, businessmen checking their watches. The world moved, bustled, thrived—while he remained still, paralyzed as if time itself had abandoned him.He felt like a fool.A man who came chasing after someone who didn’t want to be found.Selene had disappeared without a trace.So quick. So cruel.One moment she was in his arms, just the night before. They had breathed the same air, shared the same silence, and touched the same sky. Then the next day, she treated him like a stranger—as if t