LOGIN—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—“We will fight for custody,” Mrs. Estella said with so much confidence in her voice. “W-What?” I faced her—couldn’t hide the horror in my face. “There’s no doubt, that little boy is my grandson. He’s like Archi when he was a kid and you hide him from us. Shame on you.”“No! You’re not taking my son from me.” I shook my head.“But we couldn’t accept you as part of our family again. Never.” She cleared her throat. “See you at court.”I grabbed her arm and didn’t hesitate to kneel in front of her—crying.“Please… ma’am. Please, don’t take my son away from me. I beg you.” I felt my whole body shaking in fear of losing my hope, my beloved little Archi. I already knew what would happen if this proceeded to court.I will probably lose. They are too powerful to fight.“And now you’ll understand the feeling of losing someone, especially a son. You shouldn’t have cheated on my son.”“I… I didn’t… I swear, I didn’t! Please… ma’am...” “He almost died years ago because of
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—“Before you… I am her only Archi, silly,” Archi teased our son before getting a large bowl for the pork sinigang. He prepared the table and I helped him while little Archi was sitting at his chair, watching his father so intently. I found it so funny when I noticed little Archi’s unusual gestures as if he’s competing with his father. He always does what his father does to me—putting food on my plate, getting me a glass of water, even wiping something off my lips.The two didn’t let me wash the dishes so I just left them and went upstairs, borrowed a laptop from Lanie and opened my socials. Evan flooded our conversation with his messages. I immediately replied to ease his worries. I also searched about Sevillas. It was true, Oliver’s now in jail and their company barely survives the chaos—or should I say, a little bit of push and they’re off the business world.“Hey, what are you doing?” Archi suddenly appeared behind me and hugged me, resting his chin on my shoul
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—“Can I kiss you?”I let out a little chuckle because of his question. He’s like a teenage boy asking for the first time yet such straightforward words he asked.“Shouldn’t you just do the thing instead of asking?” I said, smiling at him.“I want to ask for permission. I want to respect you in all aspects, Alora Eunice.”Those words… It melted my heart so quickly. That’s why my standards went too high because of what he showed me—of what he makes me feel. I never let anyone in my life after we got divorced.As if I was hypnotized by his eyes, I gave him a little nod. Without wasting any more second, he attacked my lips with hungry kisses then went slow, passionate and intimate. I was replying to his every move. I let him lead. He lifted me, holding me through my thighs which made me wrap my legs around his waist—lips still locked with each other. The next thing I knew, my back felt the soft mattress and we started making love.+++Archi just finished cleaning me a
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV—“What? But you told me to remarry her, kiddo. Remember?” Archi said, giving his point—I don’t even know. Remarry… what? What’s with these two?Little Archi stretched his arms, wanting me to lift him. I have no choice but to do so. This is rare because he usually doesn’t want me to carry him, he’s a big boy now. “I’ll carry you. Mom’s not yet recovered—” Archi was about to get him but my son refused.“No,” little Archi said so firmly. I lifted him, while looking at Archi who sighed heavily because I knew how he tried to be patient, especially with a kid.When little Archi faced me, he held my cheeks using his little hands. He scanned me and pouted, eyes mad—turning his head to Archi who was innocently watching us then he turned his gaze back to me.“Mom, did that man make you cry, hm?”“What? No, love. We just talk, and I…” I don’t want my little Archi to think ill of his father because Archi didn’t really do anything to hurt me when we talked earlier. “I’m just
—ALORA EUNICE’S POV— I felt so lightheaded when I woke up from a long sleep. It was so long that it felt like I was in a dream. This… This is Archi—Rome Archillus’ villa. Is it really a dream? It felt so real. I looked at the cotton shorts and sleeveless top on me. My eyes became teary when I saw the bruises. I went to the closet to get something to cover—a robe. Last time I remembered, I was wearing a wedding gown. What happened? And where’s my little Archi?! “Archi? Are you here? Archi—” “Madam! You’re awake!” A familiar face showed up in the room, surprised to see me standing. “Lanie… why—did you see a little boy with me?” I said. This is not a dream… “Oh… do you mean your son? He’s with Mr. De Herrera on the other room–” “What?” My eyes widened. Does this mean… no way! “Excuse me,” I said—went outside the room—heart racing so fast like I was in a marathon. “Archi!” I opened the door and found the two sitting on the bed. My little Archi eating and Archi as
—ROME ARCHILLUS’ POV—“… you’re a genius, kid!” Gaius exclaimed but even Franco and Marcus were puzzled too like me. “This is a recording pen, for your information.”When we watched the recordings, I almost lost my temper. It’s so inhumane and to know that my son witnessed all of these? Such a trauma for him.“I will make him pay,” I said, jaw clenching.“Archi—”“I know Gaius,” I said to him, knowing that he will insist on taking this legally. “Marcus, where’s the info I need about their f*cking family?”“All ready, bud.”“Good, thanks.” I didn’t hesitate to make my move but this time, legally. “Kiddo,” I said, kneeling in front of my son while he was sitting at the edge of the bed—staring at me. “I’m not kiddo, I’m Archi.”I sighed and messed up his hair.“Alright, Archi then.” I said. “I’m going somewhere and taking care of some things.”“Are you… are you leaving… again?” He said, almost a whisper.“I will come back. I promise.” I said, assuring him. Is he afraid that I won’t co







