(Anj’s POV)Of all the emergency teams coming, Effie’s team came to rescue their family, but right now, it was less of my millions of concerns. I leaned my back on the seat’s backrest as I glanced at Effie, still on the phone as she checked on the patient with us.Looking at Sky, whose eyes were pinned on his father, I realized that this must be the first time it had happened in the family. His father must be furious at him, at us, for doing such a stupid thing. I wonder how Sister Grace will react or Aunt Rose. Anya will surely cry and blame herself because she is the one who insisted that I should come to the party. Dylan… Well, I don’t know how he would react.Effie placed her phone back in her pocket and looked at me. “What were you doing there?” She asked curiously. Her forehead knitted, probably wondering why I was there when I was supposed to be in the nursing home.“Doing good deeds?” I forced a grin, sounding unsure of my answer. She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief an

(Anj’s POV)“You are brave,” The older doctor said, looking at me with awe. We were in front of the ICU room, staring at the glass wall, watching Steve Mars in the bed sleeping.The doctor beside me is the chairman and personally attended to Mr. Mars’ needs, the hospital’s VIP. When Elenita told me he was the owner and the chairman, I didn’t want to believe her. He seemed young to be the chairman, but when she said that Dr. Greene was born a genius and became a doctor at a young age, I did not hesitate anymore.“Thank you,” I said meekly, looking down to my feet. “I was well-trained by my mother,” I bit my lower lip after my lie.“If you were not there, it might be too late for him,” he said, tilting his head and looking directly into my eyes, and amazingly, we have the same round brown eyes. “How old are you?”“Eight… Er… Nineteen. It was my birthday yesterday,” I lied again. When I return, the first thing I would do is confess to Father Jesse, and I could imagine already spending th

(Anj’s POV)I am not here to cook for Sky.I am not excited to do this for him.I am not learning chores for my husband.I am not… I sighed and shook my head as I looked at the apron Elenita gave me. Before coming here to the kitchen, I checked the recipe on how to cook it, but as she told me, Sky is very particular with the food he eats, not that he is picky, but perhaps his taste bud is different from ordinary people like me.“This is easy to prepare, but Sky will know if the crab meat is fresh or not,” she said as if the details were crucial for me to remember. “Wash your hands… and your face.” She added as she moved quickly around the kitchen, preparing the ingredients.As I wash my face, I hear Elenita talking to three maids in the kitchen, just asking them to prepare everything but leaving after that. When I was done, I was like a child that she tended to, fixing my hair into a ponytail and putting on the apron she gave me. The corners of my mouth almost lifted, touched by the f

(Sky’s POV)When Angela left the study room and closed the door, I opened my eyes and walked to the coffee table where she placed the tray. I took the tray to the balcony and sat on the metal-decorated chair to enjoy the coffee and sandwich.I smirked as I sipped the coffee, tasting how different it was from the usual coffee Elenita or my secretary would prepare for me. I hate to admit it, but this is how I want my coffee. I tap the table with my fingers, allowing them to dance near the plate as I recall how we got crazy last night.The truth was Frank was adamant at first in taking us to a wedding officiant last night because he knew we were drunk, and we had no idea who the girl I was with the previous night, but we were too crazy about each other. I was too drunk that if she didn’t stop me, I wanted Frank to get out of the car just to indulge my desire to claim the innocent woman with me. I had to threaten my driver that I would take his scholarship and financial support if he woul

(Anj’s POV)“Angela!”My eyes suddenly opened when I heard Sister Grace calling my name, but when I stared at the elegant design of the ceiling, I realized I was only dreaming. I yawned, trying to remember how I got here in the bed, but as soon as I felt Sky moving, rolling to the other side, facing away from me, the memory of last night flooded my thoughts in an instant. My mouth gaped open, but before I could scream, my hand flew, covering my mouth and slowly climbing down the bed. I walked quietly and carefully tiptoed on the carpeted floor as I picked up my clothes and underwear.Cursing under my breath, I promise I will never ever taste a drop of alcohol in my life and crawl back to the closet room when I catch a glimpse of him moving again in the bed. It was supposed to be just one glass of margarita, but after I added more ingredients, experimenting with making a new taste for the ladies’ drinks, the two of us became like crazy wolves indulging ourselves in our desires.It wa