LOGINThe following weeks passed quietly inside the Monteverde mansion. Too quietly. Ariana slowly adjusted to her new life, but every single day still felt unnatural.
Every morning, stylists chose her clothes. Etiquette teachers corrected the way she walked, talked, and even held utensils. At night, she attended dinners and business gatherings beside Damien while pretending to be the perfect wife. It was really exhausting. She constantly felt like she was acting inside a world where she did not belong. But despite everything… One thing slowly began changing. Damien. He was still cold ,still distant and still emotionally unavailable. But little by little, Ariana started seeing cracks beneath his icy exterior. Like the way he silently waited for her whenever she walked too slowly in heels. Or how he always made sure she ate before long events. Sometimes, he even defended her from his family’s insults without making it obvious. Small things, tiny things. But enough to confuse Ariana’s heart. And that terrified her. Because Damien already warned her from the beginning. Don’t fall in love with me. Unfortunately… She was beginning to fail. One rainy evening, Ariana sat alone inside the mansion’s library while sketching dress designs on paper. Designing had always been her escape. Her dream. One of the few things that still made her feel like herself. She quietly focused on her drawing until a deep voice suddenly interrupted her. “You made those?” Ariana looked up in surprise. Damien stood near the doorway holding a glass of whiskey. She immediately straightened awkwardly. “I-I was just passing time.” Damien slowly approached her. Without permission, he picked up one of the sketches. His brows furrowed slightly. “These are good.” Ariana blinked. “You think so?” “I wouldn’t say it if they weren’t.” She stared at him quietly. It was strange hearing compliments from someone like Damien. He studied another design. “You wanted to become a designer?” Ariana smiled faintly. “I still do.” “Then why didn’t you?” Her smile slowly disappeared. “Life happened.” Damien remained silent. Ariana carefully took back the sketchbook. “My parents died when I was young. After that, everything became about surviving.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. Rain continued pouring outside the mansion windows. Then Damien suddenly asked. “Do you hate me?” Ariana froze. “What?” “You had dreams. Now you’re stuck in this arrangement because of me.” His voice remained calm, but she noticed something unusual in his eyes. Guilt. Ariana looked down at her sketchbook. “I don’t know.” Damien stared at her quietly. “I hated you at first,” she admitted honestly. “You treated my brother’s life like a business deal.” His jaw tightened slightly. “But Lucas is alive because of you too.” Silence filled the library. Then Ariana softly talk again. “I think you’re not as cruel as you pretend to be.” Damien immediately looked away. “You’re wrong.” Before Ariana could respond, his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened. Selene. Ariana noticed the change instantly. “You can answer it.” Damien declined the call immediately. But seconds later, another message arrived. And another. And another. Ariana tried ignoring the uncomfortable feeling inside her chest. “Does she usually bother you this much?” Damien’s voice became colder. “She doesn’t know when to stop.” Ariana hesitated briefly before speaking again. “Why did she come back?” Damien took a slow sip of whiskey. “Money.” Ariana frowned. “What?” “Selene only loves power.” His eyes turned emotionless again. “She realized too late that nobody else could give her the life I gave her.” Ariana looked at him carefully. “And if she asks for another chance?” Damien laughed coldly. “There are things even money can’t repair.” Something painful flashed briefly across his face before disappearing again. Then Damien suddenly looked at Ariana. “Don’t stay up too late.” And just like always— He walked away before the conversation became too personal. Ariana stared at his retreating figure quietly. Her chest felt strangely heavy afterward. The next morning, Ariana woke up feeling dizzy. She slowly sat up while holding her forehead. “Why do I feel so weird…” She forced herself out of bed before heading toward the bathroom. But the moment she smelled the food downstairs— Her stomach twisted violently. Ariana immediately covered her mouth before rushing toward the sink. A few minutes later, she stared at herself in the mirror breathing heavily. Maybe it was stress. Or exhaustion. She had been overwhelmed lately. Trying to ignore it, Ariana went downstairs anyway. Inside the dining room, Damien was already eating breakfast while reading documents. Vanessa sat across from him scrolling through her phone lazily. The moment Ariana entered, Vanessa smirked. “Well, the charity case is awake.” Ariana ignored her and quietly sat down. But as soon as the maid placed food in front of her. Nausea hit again. Strong and sudden. Ariana immediately stood up and rushed toward the nearest bathroom. Vanessa blinked in surprise. “What was that?” Damien frowned slightly while staring toward the hallway. Several minutes later, Ariana returned looking pale. Damien quietly observed her. “You look sick.” “I’m fine.” “You don’t sound fine.” Vanessa suddenly gasped dramatically. “Oh my God.” Both Damien and Ariana looked at her. Vanessa smirked slowly. “Don’t tell me she’s pregnant already.” The entire room became silent. Ariana froze completely. Pregnant? The word echoed loudly inside her mind. No. Impossible. Right? Damien’s expression darkened instantly. “Vanessa.” “What?” she shrugged. “It happens.” Ariana quickly shook her head. “N-No. I’m probably just tired.” But even she no longer sounded convincing. Because deep inside… Fear was slowly creeping in. Later that afternoon, Ariana secretly went to a pharmacy alone. She wore sunglasses and a cap to avoid attention. Her hands trembled while paying for the pregnancy test. The cashier smiled politely. “First baby?” Ariana nearly choked. “N-No!” The cashier laughed lightly. Ariana quickly left the store feeling completely nervous. Back at the mansion, she locked herself inside the bathroom while staring at the small box in her hands. Her breathing became uneven. Please no… Not now. Not like this. With shaking fingers, she finally took the test. Then waited. Every second felt endless. Painful and terrifying. Ariana stared at the result while her entire world stopped moving. Positive. Her knees weakened instantly. “No…” Tears slowly filled her eyes. Positive. Ariana covered her mouth shakily. She was pregnant. Pregnant with Damien’s child. Her mind became chaotic instantly. How? Then suddenly— That night came back to her memory. Three weeks ago after a business celebration, Damien had returned drunk for the first time. He looked exhausted and broken. Ariana tried helping him to bed, but Damien suddenly grabbed her wrist and kissed her unexpectedly. At first, she pushed him away. But Damien kept whispering things that sounded painfully vulnerable. “Don’t leave me again…You promised…” Ariana knew he was mistaking her for someone else. Probably Selene. But somehow… That broken side of Damien shattered her defenses too. And that night— Everything between them changed. The next morning, Damien barely remembered anything. He simply acted colder afterward. As if hd was regretting it happened at all. Ariana never brought it up again. But now… There was a baby. Ariana slowly sat on the bathroom floor while tears fell silently. What was she supposed to do now? Would Damien think she trapped him intentionally? Would he hate her even more? Fear consumed her completely. Suddenly, someone knocked on the bedroom door outside. “Ariana?” It was Damien. She immediately panicked. “A-A minute!” “You’ve been inside there for almost an hour.” Ariana quickly hid the pregnancy test inside the drawer. Then she washed her face repeatedly before finally opening the bathroom door. Damien frowned the moment he saw her red eyes. “You were crying.” “No.” “Ariana.” “I’m fine.” But Damien clearly didn’t believe her. He studied her carefully. Pale face, shaking hands and swollen eyes. “What happened?” Ariana forced herself to stay calm. She shook her head. “Nothing.” Damien stepped closer. “You’ve been acting strange all day.” Her heart beat faster from panic. “I said I’m fine.” The sharpness in her voice surprised even herself. Damien’s expression hardened slightly. Silence filled the room. Then he spoke calmly again. “If something’s wrong, tell me.” For a brief moment, Ariana almost told him. Almost. But fear stopped her. Because Damien already made one thing clear from the start. This marriage had no room for emotions. No room for love. And definitely no room for a child. Ariana lowered her gaze. “I’m just tired.” Damien stared at her for several seconds longer before finally nodding once. “Get some rest.” Then he walked away toward his office area inside the room. Ariana quietly released the breath she was holding. But that night, she barely slept. Because while Damien worked only a few feet away from her… Ariana secretly placed one trembling hand over her stomach. And for the first time since discovering the truth— Fear mixed with something else. Something softer. Something warm. A tiny life was growing inside her. A child who had done nothing wrong. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks. Because no matter how complicated everything became Ariana already knew one thing. She would protect this baby. Even if she had to do it alone."You look like you're about to murder someone, Damien. Or jump out of that window. Quite frankly, with the way you're pacing, I can't tell which one it'll be."Dr. Julian Vance didn't look up from the sterile silver counter of his private laboratory in the 5th arrondissement. He was meticulously adjusting the settings on a high end thermal cycler, his laboratory coat pristine, his movements measured with the ease of an old Ivy League classmate who knew exactly how much weight the Monteverde name carried and exactly how little it impressed him."Just run the sequence, Julian," Damien commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that hadn't found its proper register in days.Damien stopped his relentless pacing right in front of the floor to ceiling glass panel overlooking the foggy Parisian streets. He hadn't slept. The Tagalog words Ariana had thrown at his face in the pouring rain at the grocery store were still echoing in his skull, deafening and brutal.'At sinabi din niyang ayaw
The neon lights of La Grande Épicerie de Paris flickered through the heavy sheet of rain outside, casting long, fractured shadows across the covered entrance of the gourmet establishment. The air smelled of wet asphalt, damp wool, and the bitter, sharp ozone of a full-blown European thunderstorm. Damien Alaric Monteverde didn't move. He stood completely rigid under the concrete overhang, his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his tailored black coat, his eyes locked onto the glass sliding doors of the exit. The rain beat a frantic, chaotic rhythm against the pavement just inches from his leather boots, but his mind was dead silent. He was still breathing the same air the boy had just exhaled. His boy. His blood. "Sir," Mark spoke nervously from behind him, holding a large black umbrella that shook slightly against the wind. "We should return to the vehicle. The paparazzi—some of the local stringers who monitor the high-end districts—they might spot you standing out here li
The Parisian rain had mutated from a gentle morning drizzle into a heavy, relentless downpour by late afternoon. Outside the glass paned facade of La Grande Épicerie de Paris, the high end gourmet supermarket nestled in the 7th arrondissement, the grey streets were blurred by a thick mist. Inside, the atmosphere was vastly different... warm, illuminated by soft amber lighting, and filled with the wealthy residents of the district selecting imported cheeses, fine wines, and organic fruits.Damien walked through the spacious aisles with the silent, brooding intensity of a thundercloud.He didn’t belong in a grocery store. He hadn’t stepped inside a commercial supermarket in over a decade. But for the past three days, since the chaotic night of the Grand Palais gala, his penthouse suite at the Plaza Athénée had felt like a cage. He had barely slept. His mind was a battlefield, playing the image of Ariana in that midnight-black gown on a continuous, maddening loop.“I think you mistak
The sound of shattering glass was entirely swallowed by the polite applause echoing through the grand exhibition hall. Champagne flowed, diamonds caught the light of a hundred crystal chandeliers, and the elite of Europe murmured in collective admiration as the guest of honor reached the foot of the marble staircase.But for Damien Alaric Monteverde, the world had narrow-focused into a terrifying, suffocating point.His boots ignored the puddle of expensive scotch soaking into the hem of his trousers. His eyes, normally cold and unyielding, were wide, strained, and filled with a manic, desperate light. The air in his lungs tasted like ash. Five years of absolute certainty—five years of clutching a framed, tear-stained sketch in a dark library, believing he had driven the only woman he ever loved to a watery grave—vanished in a single heartbeat."Damien..." Selene’s voice was a frantic, terrified hiss beside him. Her fingers dug into his arm, her manicured nails tearing at the exp
The Grand Palais in Paris was a spectacle of glass, iron, and unforgiving opulence. Tonight, it housed the most prestigious international fashion gala of the decade—an event where billionaires, old-world royalty, and avant-garde visionaries collided under the flash of a thousand cameras.Outside, a gentle Parisian rain slicked the cobblestone streets, reflecting the brilliant amber glow of the palace lights. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly warm, thick with the scent of expensive champagne, vintage cologne, and the sharp, distinct hum of high-society gossip.Damien Alaric Monteverde stood near the towering marble pillars of the main hall, entirely detached from the glamour surrounding him.He looked as striking as he was lethal. His perfectly tailored black tuxedo clung to his broad, imposing frame with military precision. His dark hair was styled back, revealing the sharp, unyielding lines of a jaw that rarely moved to speak anymore. At thirty-two, he had lost the last tr
The corporate world of Manila often whispered that Damien Alaric Monteverde had died the same year his wife vanished. The man who occupied the chief executive suite on the topmost floor of the Monteverde Corporation building was no longer human. He was an institution. A machine. Over the past five years, his empire had tripled in size, aggressively swallowing up competitors and expanding across the globe. He was wealthier, more powerful, and completely untouchable. He was also entirely dead inside.“The acquisition papers for the European textile conglomerate are ready for your signature, Mr. Monteverde,” Mark spoke, his voice clipped and precise. Five years had aged the assistant, but his loyalty remained unshaken. He stepped into the sprawling office, placing a leather-bound folder on the mahogany desk.Damien didn’t look up immediately. He was staring at a financial report on his tablet, his features sharp, angular, and devoid of any warmth. His hair was cut short, his black
The air between Damien and Ariana felt suffocating. They stood facing each other in the hallway outside the charity luncheon while the photographs remained clenched tightly in Damien’s hand.Ariana’s chest rose unevenly. “Damien, please listen to me first.”His eyes looked terrifyingly emotionless.
Ariana did not sleep that night. She remained seated outside Lucas’ hospital room while tightly holding Damien Monteverde’s business card in her trembling hands. Every second felt heavy.Painful.Suffocating.Marriage.The word kept repeating inside her mind like a curse. She had dreamed about love
For the next several days, Ariana avoided Damien as much as possible. She left the room early. She ate meals quickly. And constantly made excuses whenever Damien tried speaking to her. The pregnancy terrified her. Every time she looked at Damien, guilt tightened painfully inside her chest. Because
Morning sunlight slowly entered through the massive glass windows of Damien’s bedroom. Ariana woke up feeling disoriented. For several seconds, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling before reality came crashing back. She was married. Married to Damien Monteverde. Her chest tightened instantl







