登入While Roxiel was busy playing and chatting with the children, the door of a room on the side of the orphanage suddenly opened. From there emerged a beautiful young woman, wearing a neat, clean, and modest dress the color of coconut milk. Her face bore an innocent and gentle beauty, with a smile on her lips that seemed to brush away all weariness. “Are you sure you want to stay here temporarily, hija?” Mother Belen asked the young woman, her voice clearly filled with worry mixed with maternal care. “Yes, Mother,” the young woman replied with a gentle smile. “I would even live here permanently if I could. It’s better here… quieter. No major problems, no suffocating noise to weigh down my mind. It feels as if I am safe here.” There was a touch of sadness in her voice, yet it was also marked by a longing to find peace. Mother Belen nodded. “It is up to you, hija. Wherever you find peace, I will support you.” Moments later, she glanced over and noticed Roxiel sitting in the middle of th
“The Reunion – Continuation of Chapter 219” “Lyka…” Roxane whispered softly, her fingers trembling as she held an old photograph. She pulled out the faded pictures one by one—some were crumpled, stained with coffee, and even had a strand of hair stuck to them like a souvenir. “Look at this… our old photos. I’m still keeping them up to date. I was still holding on to the hope of finding you…” Roxane smiled, but tears threatened at the corners of her eyes. “It’s me, Lyka… your best friend. Roxane, the one who always pretended to be mad whenever you walked out on me whenever I asked for help with Inay’s laundry.” She shook her head and let out a laugh mixed with a sob. “Remember? My wish back then was always for you to trip… not to get hurt, mind you! But so you wouldn’t walk away, so I could force you to help. Hahaha…” Roxane sighed and slowly wiped her eyes. “Funny, right? Back then, our falling-outs felt like nothing more than a game. But now… these photos are all I have left. I’m
“The Scene Before the Meeting of Villar and Clinthon Villamonte” Guard Gerald was out of breath and gasping for air when he finally reached the wide gates of the Clinthon Estate Mansion. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his hands trembling as he clutched a small photograph of the twins. His heart felt like it was about to burst with nervousness and excitement—because finally, he had received word that Drick and Lyka, their long-lost bosses, were still alive. He had traveled for a long time, hoping to find the two people who had vanished years ago. Until unexpectedly, in the crowded Quiapo Buena Market, his eyes caught two familiar faces. Despite the changes brought by the passing years, Drick's posture and handsome physique had never changed—the brave yet loving Boss. And Lyka, despite her simple attire and slightly weary appearance, remained radiantly beautiful. The world seemed to slow down. The noise of the vendors, the haggling, and the rumble of the carts all faded away. The only
“Stop!” Ivony shouted, startling Clairox. “Huh? Is this your house?” Clairox asked, looking around. An old building loomed before him. Graffiti was scribbled all over the walls, the door was filthy, and the windows were almost invisible under a thick layer of dust. It looked like a haunted house built for horror movie extras. “Surprised, Mr. Handsome? That a drop-dead gorgeous queen lives here? In a building that looks more like a pigeon coop than a condo unit?” Ivony raised an eyebrow, striking a pose as if her own personal spotlight had just turned on. Clairox coughed and looked away. “Huh? I didn't say anything... I'm leaving now. Take care.” He glanced at her once more and added seriously, “Next time we meet… I hope your outfit and appearance look decent.” With that, Clairox started his motorcycle and rode away, leaving Ivony behind. Ivony stood frozen, her mouth agape. Did he just… fashion-shame me?! But instead of getting angry, she suddenly cupped her cheeks, feeling t
Meanwhile, Ivony couldn't stop smiling wide. Omg! OMGGG! Hand-in-hand! Literally hand-in-hand! Lord, is this what they call destiny? If I had known this was going to be the ending, I would have gotten myself caught in the hiding spot earlier! Meanwhile, Mr. V was left standing, hands in his pockets, letting out a sigh. “Tsk…” and scratched the back of his neck. Whatever. But that pouting and flirting of that woman… I will never forget that no matter what. “Still… thank you too, Ivony,” Mr. V whispered as he watched the door through which his twin had left. He breathed a sigh of relief, but a more important matter immediately crossed his mind—he needed to get home ahead of him, before the secrets he was desperately hiding were discovered. As soon as Clairox stepped outside, he immediately let go of Ivony’s hand, visibly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Miss… I didn’t mean to hold your hand.” Ivony just shrugged with a seductive smirk. “It’s fine, even if you hold it all night, it’s comp
“Clairox, think of a way to make an excuse to your twin! If he finds out that you deliberately followed him… this might be the last day you two will ever be close.” That was what Clairox thought to himself, feeling the heavy burden of anxiety in his chest. It was as if tension was swallowing him whole, his hand trembling as he gripped the strap of his bag. Meanwhile, Mr. V remained staring at his twin—eyes sharp, cold yet carrying a tinge of sadness that he tried hard to hide. “Just leave… make up an excuse and I’ll let you walk away immediately!” Mr. V—or better known as Roxiel—thought to himself. Every beat of his heart felt like a hammer thumping against his chest. He didn't want to break his twin's trust, but he also didn't want to get him dragged into the dangers of his world. Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the old building, two eyes watched with wonder and excitement. It was Ivony Cruz. She hadn't been able to sit still earlier and had returned to make sure her "Mr. Crush" m
“Well, well… looks like you’re having fun, huh?” A cold but meaningful voice suddenly sliced through the cheerful laughter of the two women. Roxane and Lyka instantly turned to the source—and their eyes widened in shock. “Sir Nathaniel…” they both said almost in unison, their voices laced with s
“Listen to me, Miss Hermenez!” Mr. Villamonte shouted, trembling with anger. “Listen carefully! How could you say you’re pregnant, huh?! My son has only been here in the Philippines for four days! That’s suspicious! You barely met each other yesterday, and now you’re telling me you’re pregnant?! Wh
Roxane froze in shock. “Oh my gosh! Sir is dreaming again!” she whispered as she peeked from the side of the bed. “Wow, that’s intense… like a teleserye with an Aegis theme song.” Her eyes widened. “The woman in his dream is hot though. Oof! Probably has abs too—like me, but reversed. And the wa
The meeting at Vellamonte Corporation ended without even the slightest hint of a smile on Dark’s face. His jaw was tight, his brows drawn in deep frustration, and tension clung to his entire body. One by one, the board members left—people who both feared and respected the Vellamonte name—yet now,







