I am still confused. Even though I have been a party girl from the past, and an occasional drunkard until now, I still believe that marriage is sacred. It should be contained by two people who love each other and decided to step up and be eternal partners. Your partner will be the one to be with you even when you are at your worst, and it couldn't be done if there's no love between the two.
If Uno and I will marry each other, we will probably not work out. We liked each other from the past, and that is not enough. I am thinking of all the possibilities like...what if I bear a child? He or she will be hurt if he/she sees that his/her parents don't fancy each other.
Yes, I admit that I am wrong to make this kind of deal with him years ago just so he will vanish from my sight but I also didn't expect that he'll be like this! I didn't know he'll take it serio
"The brute gave me a week to think about it." I rolled my eyes after I drank a glass of cognac. It's already 6 pm and Dylan's club is still not open, staffs are cleaning and disinfecting the tables and sofas but I am the owner's friend so I can go here whenever I want to.The lights were on, and the place is quiet comparing to how will it sound later when it opens at 8 pm."Girl, why one week?" Vanessa asked in a stagy voice and pour another portion of cognac in our shot.Dylan, the owner of our favorite night club is inside the bar and fixing something. Years ago, when I finally decided to end things up with Uno, I found Dylan as my new partner in crime. We grew into good friends, but the label is just that. We are inside a platonic relationship and no matter how the people told us that we look good together and we should try, we both disagreed.I only have eyes for the nerd at that time, and Dylan isn't interested in committing to someone. I actually th
YWith rectangular glasses, neatly done black hair, sharp eyes, and a big smirk, Uno Saldivar screamed handsomeness. He is wearing a white button-down long-sleeved polo paired with a black pair of neatly-ironed slacks, black belt hanging on his waist, and a pair of black shiny shoes to protect his feet from the cold and dust.He gave me a lopsided smile and turned at his side to nod to my secretary who's busy gawking at him before he marched towards me, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.I gulped. This is new...and
"What the fuck, Uno? What do you think you are doing?" I angrily asked when he finally answered my call.My feet is pacing back and forth, a line appeared in between my brows. I heard him chuckle on the other line. My supposed relaxed and stress-free night has been interrupted by this brute and he only added fuel to the fire while I am hearing his laughter."What? You still have the audacity to laugh? Really?" I slump myself at the edge of the bed and rubbed the towel to my wet hair."You don't have riches, but you have a bad temper," he chuckled more. I cleared my throat, pissed of how he mocks me now that I am no longer the powerful Farrah Evans seven years ago.I don't want to agree with the usual statements of rich people, but I guess, it's true.When you have the money, you are powerful. You can have everything you want and win from any election and contests as long as you have all the damn riches. But mocking me isn't good at all. I don't kno
I removed the towel from my head and rubbed it to the tips of my hair as I glanced at myself in front of the mirror. My pinkish lips looked so soft, and my face with no signs of opened pores and pimples. I licked my lips and sat at the seat in front of my vanity table.Today is the date where Uno and I will go to the product launch he is talking about. It will start at 5 pm, but it's still 2 pm. Uno told me that he will fetch me at 4:30 and I know I spend a lot of time dressing myself up, so I think it's okay. Besides, when I happened to be late again, he will mock me and I don't want to have a fight with him because...I'm already pissed.We didn't meet each other since the day he stole a kiss from me. He just asked someone to deliver the dress he is talking about and texted me that I should not think of ditching him. It somehow made me laugh because I admit, Uno still knows how my mind goes.I actually thought of not attending and just hang out with Dylan and V
"I want all of you to meet my soon to be wife, Farrah Evans."His brazen announcement made me seek for air. He kissed my cheeks and arched his brow at me before glancing back at the crowd who's now clapping their hands. His grandfather is in front, just beside our table with some businessmen in his age. A wide smile is plastered at his wrinkled face as he whispers something at the man beside him while pointing at me.Our eyes met, and the only thing I could do is to force myself to smile at him like everything is fine and I know what is happening. Truth is, I don't have a single idea and the brute looks like he enjoyed my priceless reaction earlier!As soon as we got out of the stage, a lot of businessmen and women went to greet us, and Uno keeps on shaking the hands of the people. And for about half an hour, I just gritted my teeth while my brows are furrowed, not minding if the people will notice that I am pissed.When I noticed that he is not as busy a
I should be grateful right now because it's a Saturday and there will be no work to do but I can't celebrate right now because it's the day where I will let go of my freedom and will start to have a boring life with Uno Saldivar as my husband, and me, as his wife.I don't get him, alright. The last time we met, he acted so strangely. Why did he suddenly left when he found out that I want to get married in a different country? I just want to be eligible for the divorce! Who the heck will tie herself in a life she doesn't want for a long time, right?I can't let go of the possibilities. I know I am just doing this to save the business, pay for my dad's debt, and get him out of the bars. Uno, on the other hand only wants to get his inheritance. A divorce after getting everything we want is just fine, right?Getting married in the Philippines means we will have difficulty in separating. We don't have a divorce in our country and there are only two ways. One is to fi
"You really didn't ask him to go even in Ilocos, Farrah?!" Vanessa, in her usual stagy voice and horrible face, yelled as she stopped folding my clothes.Yesterday, when Uno and I signed the papers, I asked him to drive me to my unit and let me stay even just for that night. Just a night spent alone with my unit before I will live with him. I still can't accept that the life I didn't imagine will now start and I have to endure the days of being with him in one roof, but I no longer have a choice.After that small event of us, he didn't talk nor touch me again. The atmosphere was heavy and eerie silence is creeping me out, and I just silently thank him that he nodded and drop me in front of the tower, but he told me that he will fetch me later in the afternoon so here I am with Vanessa and Dylan, fixing my things and put it inside my luggage. But Dylan is still not here. He told me he'll be late but will go here once he is done on the thing he is doing."He asked me if I want to go some
Uno's raging eyes caught mine, his hand wrapped around my wrist tightly and pull me off the bed, his breathing still fast and his face hard."Uno it's not what you think–""Shut up, Farrah. Let's go home," his eyes darted to Dylan. The man is still sitting at the floor and his hand wiping away the blood at the side of his lips. He forcibly pulls me to and started walking."Uno wait–you should apologize to Dylan he's hurt!" I glanced at the man behind my shoulders, but my furious husband didn't even try to cock his head even for a bit and tightened his hold more, enough for me to feel a sudden pain at his grasp.I flinched. “Uno, can you please–""Shut up, Farrah! We are going home!" His voice told me that his patient was cut short. I shut my eyes close, his voice was booming as hard as the thumping of my heart and I hate to admit it but...he's scary. And I don't want him angry.I know how gentle this man is when it co