Mag-log in“Ms. Analia, we have a problem,” she said. She sounded worried, which made me worried too. “Jarred canceled his flight under his fake name. We can no longer trace him,” she said. I took a deep breath. “But we just got another piece of information about him. He was last seen with Stephanie,” Jann
Analia’s POV“Let’s go to the living room. Arzhel and the kids are there,” I said, smiling. Everyone looked at us. I saw the kids looked surprised and excited. They ran to Adrian. “Daddy!” Chris said happily as he hugged him. Arriana followed him and hugged her daddy Adrian, too. I looked at th
When Analia went down to the living room, she saw Arzhel and the kids had just arrived. “Mommy!” Arriana ran to Analia and hugged her. Chris followed. She gave them both a hug. After that, the kids ran to the kitchen. Analia looked at Arzhel. They looked at each other and smiled. Arzhel hugged
Third Person POVAnalia took a picture of her hand with the ring last night and posted it on her I*******m. She checked her post today and saw a lot of likes and comments from their friends, family, and relatives. It was just a ring, with a caption that said, “yes,” and no other clue for the publi
But when she looked harder and finally saw it, her eyes widened slightly. She looked at Arzhel. Slowly, she took it from his hand. “I’ll take care of this,” Liezel assured him. “Please make sure no one knows about it yet,” he said. Liezel nodded.Afternoon arrived. “Are you sure you’re feeling
Arzhel put down his coffee. He was in the living room. It was still early in the morning, and he was the only one who had woken up. It seemed like everybody was still sleeping peacefully after getting drunk last night. He had let his friends stay in their guest rooms. Except Stephanie. She had vo
I saw their family members on the benches in the waiting area outside the ICU rooms at the end of the hallway. There were two women, both crying. I assumed they were their wives. The two benches were facing each other, and I assumed each bench was for the family of each security personnel. On one
I fell asleep. I didn’t know how long it had been. But when I woke up, it felt like my whole body had been beaten by exhaustion. My body was aching. I blinked while looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. Seconds later, it sank in to me that I was in New York. I remembered the fire, and the smell of m
He nodded and guided me slowly toward the damaged corridor. Each step I took was heavy. When he stepped outside, I saw Ashley, my creative director here in New York and one of my closest friends. I looked around. Jarred was already gone. “Analia,” Ashley said worriedly and hugged me. “Are you okay
The call came at 11:17 pm, but it was already 2:17 am in New York. Was this a wrong number? Or was someone pranking me? But my heart said otherwise. It was beating so fast. I stared at the screen for too long that when I was about to finally answer it, the call ended. But then my phone rang again







