Chapter Twenty-OneAuthor's PovRico looked up at the cloud before cursing a little under his breath. He couldn't believe he was stuck here with an obnoxious human being.Why was it so cloudy today? he thought, looking up through the huge glass window placed in the room into the sky.It was actually unusually cloudy today; it looks like a heavy storm was about to hit them, and it just had to happen when he and Picasso were both stuck inside a house together.The cozy house nestled on a quiet street, which seemed to amplify the tension that had been building up between them for hours now.He stormed back to the bed, slumping down on it with the sheets against his back, his mind drifting to different thoughts and possibilities.Only if, he thought out loud, before the loud sound of thunder echoed into the room, shaking the room a little.He turned to look out the window to see raindrops splashing against the windowpanes, mirroring the storm brewing inside his heart at the moment.He kne

Chapter Twenty-ThreeAuthor's PovAs the days flew by, Rose and Alfonso found themselves immersed in a whirlwind of wedding preparations. As much as she wanted nothing to do with her fake wedding, she still needed to participate in it so as not to get her mother-in-law's eyes on her.Her desire for a small but extravagant celebration meant that every detail had to be meticulously planned, but it was worth it as she wasn't one who loved crowds like that.Everyone expected their big day to be a remarkable affair that would leave lasting memories for both of them and the guests as well, so who are they to say no to the humble guest?Her mother-in-law-to-be had been everything and excited about the wedding, but it made her feel guilty, as she was excited thinking her son was getting happily married and therefore making everything perfect.She only wishes that she gets her happy and honest bride in the future, as she did not deserve any of the lies she and her sons are throwing at her.She

Chapter Twenty-FiveAuthor's PovAs the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Rose sat on the wooden chair placed on the balcony of Alfonso Villa, enjoying a peaceful evening alone. She wanted to spend her last peaceful evening enjoying a cup of tea and calming her mind down before she began facing the world again the next day.She had only been married for one month now, but the attention she was getting from the media seemed unbreakable. It made her wonder sometimes if both her exes knew about her already, as they were the ones who always kept up with gossip.Alfonso also stood at the front of the balcony in front of his home office. His gaze was focused on his wife on the other side of the building; her eyes were closed, and she had a cup of tea in her hands. The setting sun's light radiated on her face, showing off her beauty even more.He was lost in the sight beside him until he heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the mansion. Alfonso's heart sk

Chapter Twenty-SevenAuthor PovRose stared out of the airplane window, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly as her heart pounded in her chest.She couldn't believe she was going back to her country after almost six months of her disappearance. The memories flooded her mind, each one filled with pain and betrayal.As the plane touched down, Rose took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. She had left this country unconscious and broken, left only with the hope of escaping the painful memories that still haunted her every day. But now that circumstances had changed and she was back and better, she had prepared for a long time for her return. Stepping out of the room in the plane, I looked atthe familiar surroundings.Six men dressed in an all-black suit and leather shoes waited patiently by the Maybach Exelero packed in front of the plane for the arrival of Canda's most special guest and heiress.Letting down the air stairs, the six men immediately went towards the airplane and

Chapter Twenty-NineAuthor's PovPicasso sat in the garden, his mind drifting to different ways he could get Rico to love him again, just like before. He knew it wasn't going to be an easy task since what he did this time was more grave than the rest of the times they had broken up.Meanwhile, in the library, Rico placed the book he finished reading on the table, staring into space.The character from the story was the same as him; it was foolish to believe that the person he surrendered his heart and soul to was going to do the same, not knowing his heart was being toyed with.It made him think of his high school days with Picasso, when his heart was played with not only once but twice. Honestly, he gave up counting how many times that guy had hurt him in the past.But some of the memories were just too painful to forget.---------------------------------Flashback1Entering the court, Rico heard some girls and guys discussing, "Look, it still counts; okay, I did it with her." His bo