LOGIN—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
—ROME ARCHILLUS’ POV—“What if we just kidnapped them before they reached the wedding venue?” Marcus suggested.“Do you want to go to jail, man?” Franco asked, shaking his head because of Marcus' craziness.“It wouldn’t be considered kidnapping as long as the individual is willing, and we didn’t have ulterior motives,” Gaius explained.“See? Coming from our lawyer friend,” Marcus said, smiling from ear to ear. “The question is… is she willing to go?” Franco uttered and looked at us.“She will,” I said with confidence in my voice.These three are all willing to help me save my family. Franco’s the driver, I am at the passenger seat, and the two at the backseat. We tailed the white van and it did stop at the gasoline station as we presumed. Gaius’ plan did work. The back tires were flat.Marcus paid the innocent driver and the assistants.I opened the van and the first one I saw was the scared kid holding her mommy. I looked at Alora Eunice and she’s half-conscious. What’s going on? Sh
—ROME ARCHILLUS’ POV—I cannot move—speechless after confirming what I thought was impossible…Damn… I have a son, and his name is Ray Archillus… De Herrera.“I am right! F*ck, I was right!” Gaius exclaimed while looking at the DNA result which he grabbed from my hand.“He’s five, Archi. He’s five… What's your plan?” Franco asked, waiting for my response. Plan? What plan? The fact that I have a son with Alora Eunice is such surprising news. My thoughts were still processing.“But you don’t want a kid, do you?” Marcus asked, frowning at me.“What the f*ck, man? It doesn’t mean he didn’t want a kid, he wouldn't take responsibility. That’s so coward, you dumb*ss,” Gaius scolded Marcus’ who doesn’t plan on getting married and building his own family. They argued but that’s the least of my concern. “Archi,” Franco called my attention. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t—”“I need to talk to her,” I said flatly.“Yeah… that’s the first thing you need to do.”I coincidentally met Alora Eunice at







