Arrienne Pov
I peeked before fully entering. Jace's spacious office greeted me. It was painted white with black furniture. It wasn't cramped because it only contained the essentials. JASON THOMAS T. GARCIA - President That's what was written on his desk. There was no doubt, he was our boss. This wasn't a dream. It was really happening. Aissh. When will I stop thinking this is just a dream? He was hunched over the files on his desk, seemingly oblivious to my presence. "Ahm, excuse me Sir." I called out to him. "Here are the reports that Ma'am Remy asked you for." I said, handing him the folder. He looked up at me with furrowed brows. But his expression quickly changed to surprise. He probably didn't expect to see me. "Ok, just leave it there." he said, pointing to a part of his desk. He went back to what he was doing after saying that. I placed the folder on the exact part of the desk he indicated, but I didn't leave immediately. I don't know why, but I felt like something was missing. Like something else was supposed to happen. He must have sensed that I wasn't leaving, because he looked at me again. "Do you need something else Ms. Ramos?" he emphasized "Ramos." I couldn't speak immediately. There was anger in his tone. Especially when he called me Ms. Ramos. "Hey." "Ahhm. No Sir. I'm leaving now." I said, turning around. I quickly left his office and practically ran to the elevator. Why is this happening? I should be happy that he didn't bring up our past, right? I don't want to talk about it anyway. But I'm still annoyed, and I don't know why. Ahh, I don't understand myself anymore! I thought again about what he called me. Ms. Ramos? What was that guy thinking? Jace Pov It felt weird. After almost three years, I saw her again. I knew we would meet again, but not like this. I searched for her for a long time, but I gave up eventually. How is she doing? I was too embarrassed to ask. Who am I, right? Well, there were many ways to find out. If I couldn't find out from her, I would find out from someone else. I picked up the phone and dialed. "Hi Ms. Candy. Good afternoon. Could you please send me all the information about a certain Arrienne Jill Ramos? She's our employee." "Ok Sir. I'll check our files then I'll send it to you." the voice on the other end replied. She was the Head of the HR Department. "Thank you." I just stared at the monitor, waiting for Candy's email while playing with the stress ball in my hand. I don't know why, but I was excited for that email. After all, I don't really care, right? A moment later, the phone rang. I answered it and didn't speak. I just waited for the person on the other end to start. "Ahhm, Sir Jace?" I looked at the caller ID. It was Candy. "Yes Candy, is there a problem?" I asked, furrowing my brows. I was just asking for simple information, so there shouldn't be a problem, right? "Sir, we don't have an employee named Arrienne Jill Ramos." she said hesitantly. "Are you sure she works here?" "Are you sure she's not there? I just talked to her." "Yes Sir. I double checked it but she's not here." "Ok Candy. Thank you." I was about to hang up the phone when I had an idea. "Wait." I waited for the person on the other end to speak, hoping she was still there. "Yes Sir? Do you need anything else?" she asked. "Just check if there's a Jilliana Garcia." "Ok Sir, I'll check." Arrienne Pov As soon as I got back to my station, the flirtatious old woman scolded me. "Why are you just getting back? Ma'am Remy's office is just in the next room!" she stood up and approached me. She looked like a monster with steam coming out of her nose. What's with this woman? Why do I have to deal with her? "Ma'am Remy asked me to deliver some files to Sir Jace." I explained. As soon as she heard the name "Jace," she seemed to be transported to another world. Her eyes sparkled as if she had seen her prince charming, whom she had been searching for a thousand years. "Is that so?" she said in a coquettish tone. The kind of tone that sounds like she's blushing. Seriously? She's acting like a teenager. She didn't wait for me to say anything else and went back to her seat. I watched her as she walked. She looked like she was walking on clouds. Finally, I could go home. I barely got any work done because I couldn't concentrate. It's a good thing my work wasn't urgent, so even if I did it tomorrow, it would be okay. The whole afternoon was spent thinking about that Jace. It's starting to annoy me. Even though I don't want to think about him, he keeps coming back to my mind. Why is he so handsome now? I need to talk to someone and vent about the crazy things going on in my head right now. I hope Jacky is home. Jacky has been my friend since college. We live in the same condo, which we rent from another friend of ours, Joy. It's right here in Ortigas extension, near where I work, so it's convenient. Plus, the rent is cheap. She actually doesn't want us to pay, but we insisted. It would be embarrassing not to pay. I saw Jacky lying on the sofa as soon as I got home. I couldn't help but shout in excitement that he was there. "Jacky!" He seemed surprised and quickly stood up. That's when I noticed that he wasn't wearing his pajamas yet. He must have just arrived from work and fell asleep on the sofa because he was tired. "Where? Where? Let's go out now!" he said frantically, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door. I pulled my hand back, stopping him. "What are you talking about? Why are we going out?" I asked, confused. He looked at me with furrowed brows, "Isn't there a fire?" "Huh? No! I just called you." I said, unable to contain my laughter. Jacky's eyes narrowed, and he put his hands on his hips in front of me. I stopped laughing and gave him a sweet smile. "You scared me, you witch!" he said, pretending to hit me. I put both my hands in front of my face to block his pretend hit. He lowered his hand, so I turned around and walked towards the sofa. "I have something to tell you. Sit down here, quick! You won't believe it." I started. He approached me and sat down next to me. "Well, I wouldn't believe it anyway, so why are you telling me?" he said seriously, but I knew he was joking. "Aiish. Jacky, come on! I'm serious." "Okay, okay. Tell me. What is it?" He turned to me, waiting for my story. "We saw each other again." I didn't continue what I was saying. I waited for his reaction. "Who?" he asked lazily. "Jace." I simply answered. "Ahhh, Jace." he said lifelessly, nodding his head. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something else while examining his nails. I just watched him until he suddenly stopped. "Jace?" he said, shouting, and his eyes widened as he turned to me. "Yes, Jace." "As in Jace, your prince charming? The skinny one?" he asked incredulously. "Yes, right? Jace. But what prince charming are you talking about! Get your act together! He's not skinny anymore." I said continuously. "He's not skinny anymore? Oh, nice! Is he fat now? That's tragic! Anyway, tell me what happened." He seemed interested in my story now. "He's my new Boss."ARRIENNE’S POV The world felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the way the silence lingered too long after the meeting. I sat alone in the safe house’s veranda, nursing a cup of ginger tea, the soft breeze rustling the curtains behind me. My hand instinctively rested on my belly—though the baby was now out in the world, the phantom pressure still clung to me. Postpartum fatigue, they said. Trauma, I believed. Janna was asleep inside, curled beside her little brother who still didn’t have a name. Because naming a child meant hope. And I wasn’t sure how much hope we had left. Jace had been quieter since the attack. Focused. Guarded. But the way his eyes lingered on the walls, always calculating, always expecting the next betrayal—it scared me more than any gunfire. “Ma’am?” It was Cal, one of Jace’s most trusted men. He stood by the door, hesitant. “There’s someone here. Says you asked to see her.” I stood, confused. “Who?” But the moment she ste
Arrienne's POV The cold air seemed to seep into my bones as I sat beside Jace in the dimly lit room, the walls closing in with every passing second. The weight of our situation pressed down on me, and I couldn’t help but feel the growing distance between us. I had seen Jace battle enemies, face impossible odds, and remain unshaken—but now, I saw a different side of him. One I had never seen before. He was holding on by a thread. The once unshakable leader was now constantly on edge, his sharp focus turning inward as though he was slowly suffocating under the burden of everything that had gone wrong. Every move we made, every decision, felt like it could be our last. He didn’t talk much anymore, his words more clipped than before. He’d taken to pacing when he couldn’t stand the stillness, running his fingers through his hair as though the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. “Jace,” I said quietly, reaching for his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. “You need to rest.”
Arrienne's POVThe days blurred together, each one filled with preparations, each one filled with dread. Every morning, the air felt heavier, the shadows longer, and the silence deeper. We had been forced into hiding, a far cry from the life we once led. The constant threat loomed over us like a storm cloud, and there was no predicting when it would finally break.But amidst the danger, there was something else: a deep, aching love that kept pulling me back to Jace. No matter how many walls I built up, no matter how many times I told myself I couldn’t be vulnerable, I always found myself reaching for him, wanting him more than anything. He was my anchor in the chaos.I glanced over at him now, watching him from across the room as he went over blueprints for our next move. The sharpness in his features, the way his brows furrowed as he studied the paper, showed the weight of what he was carrying. His eyes, though hard and calculating, softened whenever they met mine, but only for a bri
Arrienne’s POVI woke to the sound of silence—almost too perfect. It had been days since we last heard from our enemies, but the stillness felt off. I knew better than to believe we were safe just because things seemed calm. The world around us had been spiraling out of control, and I had the sinking feeling that it was only a matter of time before the storm hit again.I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to my chest, the weight of the past few weeks still hanging heavily in my mind. Jace had been distant lately, though his eyes never left me when we were together. He wasn’t just worried about me anymore—he was afraid of what we’d become, afraid of losing more than we already had.I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of bed, forcing myself to move despite the exhaustion that clung to my bones. The baby was kicking, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside me. There was so much at stake. More than I ever imagined.As I stood in front of the mirror, I caught sight of the bruis
Arrienne’s POVThe air in the room felt thick, like the weight of our survival was pressing down on us, crushing everything we held dear. Every step I took, every breath I took, felt like it was an eternity. The sounds of the men approaching only made my heart race harder, my body stiff with tension. I kept my daughter close, her trembling form a reminder of how fragile this world could be.Jace moved ahead, his sharp instincts guiding him. He didn’t need to say a word, but I could see it in his eyes—the same determination that had always been there. He wasn’t just trying to survive; he was fighting to protect everything that mattered.I had seen him in countless battles, in situations where we should’ve been long gone, and yet he had always found a way. He was a master at keeping his composure, at seeing through the chaos. But this time… this time felt different. The weight of what we were facing was heavier, more immediate. The danger was close enough to taste.“Arrienne,” Jace’s voi
Arrienne's POVThe darkness in the panic room was suffocating. My breath came in sharp gasps as I clutched my son tightly to my chest. The weight of the situation crashed over me in waves. The fact that we were under attack again, that my family was in danger once more, felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.I kept my eyes on Jace. He stood rigid, his gun in hand, his face set in stone. The same cold determination I knew so well, the same strength that had kept us alive through every danger, was there—but it was different now. His eyes, normally filled with calculated resolve, were clouded with something far deeper. A raw, primal fear. Fear for us. For our children.I knew what he was thinking. He had seen me bleed before, seen me face down death, but this was different. This time, the enemy wasn’t just after me—it was after everything we had built, everything we held dear. And Jace wasn’t about to let that happen.I reached for his hand, pulling it to my stomach. "Jace," I whi