LOGINLyana Dela Merced grew up with nothing but grit and determination. Life had never been kind to her. From abandoned by her lover, and later losing her only child to illness, she learned the hard way that pain doesn’t pause for anyone. But even when the world kept breaking her heart, she refused to stay down. Her younger brother, who battled mental illness, depended on her strength, and that was enough reason for Lyana to keep fighting. From one side job to another, Lyana took on every decent work she could find just to survive. Cleaning houses, waiting tables, running errands—name it, she’s done it. So when her doctor friend one night offered her a stable job with the wealthy Tejada family, she didn’t think twice. But what she didn’t expect was that the job came with a shocking twist. Instead of being hired as a simple housekeeper, the Tejadas wanted her to be their surrogate mother. They couldn’t have a child of their own, and they wanted Lyana to carry the baby for them. Torn between desperation and morality, she faced an impossible choice: become the billionaire’s baby maker, or walk away from the one chance that could change her family’s life forever. Years later, fate plays its hand again. The widowed Preston Tejada crosses paths with Lyana Dela Merced, the woman who once carried his child. Old secrets resurface, hearts begin to stir, and both must confront a past that refuses to stay buried. Can Lyana right the wrongs she once made with the Tejada family? Or will she find herself falling for the very man she was never meant to love?
View More“Sir? Sir, I’ll be leaving now.”I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of our maid’s voice. I looked up and saw Manang Lerma peeking through the door. She was no longer in her maid’s uniform, which told me she was about to go out.Instead of replying, I lowered my gaze again to the mountain of papers spread before me. “Are you going to meet Chantal’s new nanny, Manang?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the documents.“Oh, yes, Sir. I already talked to my niece, and she said her friend—the one applying to be Chantal’s nanny—is on her way to our meeting place.”“Can I see her curriculum vitae?” I looked up at her, but instead of answering, she scratched her head and avoided my gaze. I let out a heavy sigh. “Manang? I said I want to see her curriculum vitae. How old is she? Where did she work before? What’s her character like—”“Sir, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. I trust my niece, and she told me her friend’s a good person. She’s taken care of a lot of kids before. She
“Manang Lerma, I already put the twins to sleep. Is Preston done with the triplets?”Manang Lerma paused mid-wash, her hands still wet from cleaning the bottles Preston had used to feed the triplets. Judging by her reaction, she must’ve just finished helping him put the babies to bed too.“Huh? Oh! I didn’t even notice him come out. Maybe he’s still in the room. He handed me these bottles a while ago and told me to wash them right away so they’d dry quickly,” she explained, and I nodded absentmindedly.“Were the triplets asleep when you went inside the room?” I asked.Manang Lerma shook her head quickly, and I sighed under my breath. Looks like Preston’s suffering right now. Serves him right.“They were still playing when I came in. But when I left, the three of them were already crying,” she said casually, making my eyebrows instantly meet.I sighed again. “Why were they crying? Did they fight? Or are they hurt?” I asked anxiously.“Oh no, nothing like that. They were probably just c
“Marriage? Whose?”I blinked several times, staring at Margaux. Her eyebrow instantly shot up, making me frown even more in confusion. A moment later, she let out a loud sigh and massaged her temple again.“Maybe mine, huh?”“Who are you marrying? You’ve got a new boyfriend again? Since when?” I bombarded her with questions. Wow, she sure moves fast—new boyfriend and straight to marriage already?I exhaled loudly. Keep up, Preston. Margaux turned to look at me again, and I stared back at her, still puzzled. I was about to ask why she was suddenly getting married, but she spoke first.“Are you on drugs?”I glared at her. “Are you drunk? You know I’m pregnant, and you’re asking if I’m on drugs? I’m not that stupid—”“If not, then you should’ve understood that you’re the one getting married, not me.”My mouth fell open. I just gawked at her as she sighed again.“Come on, Lyana. Get a grip. I’m not the one getting married today—it’s you, okay? Ugh! Maybe you just need more sleep; you’re
“You’re due in two months, right, Lyana?”I immediately nodded in response to Tita—Preston’s mom. I turned to her and smiled. “Why do you ask, Tita?” I said, confused.She smiled meaningfully and shook her head ever so slightly, which only made me even more curious. I could always tell when someone had a hidden meaning behind their words—and judging from that smile, I knew she was up to something.“Have you and Preston gone for another check-up? Do you already know the baby’s gender?”“Preston’s been quite busy with work these past few weeks, so I’ve been going alone. But Dalia comes with me, so it’s fine. And yes, I already know the gender,” I replied with a small smile.Her eyes narrowed knowingly, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Of course, I wasn’t about to lose this little game.“Does Preston know yet?” she asked.I shook my head. “Not yet. I’ll tell him later—maybe as payback for not coming with me to my check-ups. He promised he’d always be there, but lately, he’s
“Mama, pigtails, Mama! And I also want this clip, please. Put this one in my hair,” Chantal said cheerfully as she handed me a handful of colorful little hair clips. She ran excitedly to stand in front of me, then turned around, ready for me to fix her hair.I was about to start when I heard Jarvis
“Whatever it is you have to say to me, make it quick. I don’t have time to talk to people like you, so don’t waste my time with whatever you’re planning to say.”I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh at Margaux’s words. Honestly, I was irritated by her attitude and the way she talked to me, but I
“Are you… all right?”I turned to Preston when he finally spoke. We were already inside his car, and ever since I left Margaux at the hospital, I had gone straight here. Preston simply followed me in silence. He hadn’t said a word about what I’d told Margaux earlier. He just sat beside me and let m
“I’m nervous.”I stopped sipping my avocado shake—the one Preston got me from the drive-thru—and turned to look at him. He was busy driving, acting as if he hadn’t said anything. I pursed my lips and looked away again. He’d been saying that same thing for a while now, but I kept ignoring him. There






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