THEY ARE now on the way to the Donovan mansion. The three were sitting comfortably at the backseat of the car, the one who was driving was their personal driver, in the passenger seat was occupied by her son's nanny. "Nana," Hiro called his nanny. She was his nanny since his son was two years old that was why the two were pretty closed to each other, things that she is happy the most. The babysitter looked at the back. "Yes?" "Did you bring me toy train?" Hiro asked. His babysitter nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's in the back compartment." Her son grinned widely. "Yes! Thank you." Her son murmured something that she managed to hear. "I will show them my new toy train and I would crush the toy train of Cousin Cyro he bought last week." His son looked so happy while planning what to do with his cousin's toy. Did she already say that her son was a little bully? She turned to her husband and whispered over his ears secretly. "I think our son will bully your nephews again." Her hus

Gooo baby Hiro! Hit his car and crush it to tiny pieces!" Clinton cheered his son. "No!" It was Cloude. "My nephew, Cyro, defeat those two!" Then it's not Christopher who cheered his son too. "Go! Go! Go! Defeat them!" Cyro looked at the two behind him making, Hiro advantage to hit, Cyro's toy. "Did you realize that the two of us are the only ones fighting, why are you joining?" Christopher eyes wide open when he saw his son's car being hit multiple times by Hiro who has a wide grin on his face. Christopher held his son's head and turned it to the front to see what was going on. "No talking or else we'll lose!" Christopher snapped at his son. Cyro sighed before he continued playing—no! They weren't playing at all, they were doing a battle. The loud cheering became even louder when the other kids joined them. Creed and Winter were on Hiro-Clinton team. While Kisses went to sit on the lap of his father while rolling her eyes at Hiro. "Go big brother, Cyrooo!! Defeat the bully!"

Hera still wants to talk but it seems that her friends have no intention of listening to her. In the end she also agreed. "Fine...let's go," Hera said. Tiffany playfully pinched her friend's cheek. "Wow, Hera, it's not obvious that you're just being forced," Tiffany said with full of sarcasm on her tone. Hera smiled. "Let's go. It's free." Tiffany just shook her head. "When did you learn to draw?" Hera's smile widened. "The question should be where did I learn?" "Whose is it?" Tiffany asked. "Who else, you of course," Hera laughed loudly. Tiffany didn't even comment. Xyña, Aubrey, Eloissa, and Ysabella also stood up so they and Hera did the same. While walking out of the bar, Tiffany and Aubrey were on the other side of Hera, still holding her arm. When they got out of the bar, their Grandia car was already parked. It was owned by Ysabella and had a personal driver who opened the door of said vehicle for them. When they were all comfortably seated inside the driver closed th

Hera's frown has NOT disappeared since her husband and two children left her alone in the room. Before her husband left, she was told to take a shower and someone would come to fix her, then she left her breakfast in the room. Even though she was surprised, she just followed what her husband said. After she finished taking a bath, she was wearing a bathrobe now, underneath the bathrobe was her undergarment. Her hair was wrapped in a small towel and she was eating quietly. She was feeling excited at the same time nervous all of the sudden. Something big surprise will happen for sure. After she finished eating, she just put the food on the bedside table and then sat in front of the vanity mirror. She just watched her reflection in the mirror. She was really a picture of happy and contented wife. Soon, she heard a knock at the door. "Come on in," she shouted in a loud voice. HERA found herself wearing a simple long white gown yet elegant looking. Her hair was neatly tied, some stran

Enjoy reading, Honeys♡ That same night she looked for a cheap house to rent. She can't check in at the hotel because it will be easier to track her down, it would be better for her to stay with unknown tenants first. Her bare foot hurt, probably because she also stepped on a lot of sharp objects. SHe had walked so far that ehe was already feeling thirsty and her body was shaking from the cold. It was midnight but she was still walking down the street. She still can't find anyone to rent. She gasped. Her throat is really dry. She almost jumped for joy when she saw the bar open. Maybe she can drink water there. Maybe she'll get drunk too. And that night she freed herself. She drink, she dance like there's no tomorrow. She knew inside her that she was hiding fear and trauma. And that night she met Atty. Deandree Hayward. "TIFFANY RODRIGK, Daughter of Mr. Timothy Rodrigo and Mrs. Analene Rodrigo ..." Tiffany frowned as she waited for the next thing he would say. "My grandfathe