Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Conquers All: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"What are you talking about? The only people in this room are me and my husband," Nancy said, trying to make sense of the conversation. She felt like they must have gotten the wrong person. However, the two women were undeterred. "You adulterers are caught red-handed. Stop playing dumb! Tell Yaacob to come out and explain himself to Yoana!" They insisted, pushing past Nancy and heading for the bathroom where the sound of water was still audible. Nancy acted quickly, positioning herself in front of the women. "The person you're talking about is not here. My husband is in the shower, and I want you to leave right now! I'll call the police if you don't!" The women laughed mockingly. "You? A call girl calling the police? Yoana, it looks like Yaacob is hiding in there. Why don't we just strip her and take pictures for evidence? Let's see how they can deny their actions then!" With those words, they each grabbed one of Nancy's arms and attempted to remove her clothes. Meanwhile, a

Yaacob still had a vivid memory of the previous night's intimacy. It would seem that he had torn a strap of her lingerie. Upon hearing this, Nancy could not help but turn around to correct him, saying, "My size isn't 95! I usually wear a 90." Yaacob glanced at her, not intending to correct his statement, and ended the call. But there was something in his deep, alluring gaze that held great insight. Nancy felt as though she had been seen through. Instead of her words, Yaacob had more trust in the precise measurements of his own hands. Why would a woman want to report a smaller bust size and deliberately wear a size smaller, constraining herself? Was she perhaps fearful that others might discover her excellent figure? The seven-star hotel's service was indeed excellent. In less than ten minutes, they delivered a set of new spring-summer dresses from a famous brand. Of course, that included the lingerie. Nancy saw that all the items, from underwear to coat, were in shades of

After Nancy stepped out of the car, she walked steadily along the road, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts. She had deliberately concealed her correct address from the man who had given her a ride. She circled around the street twice to ensure she wasn't being followed before heading in the direction of the Shaw family residence. Without warning, a gentle rain began to fall. It swept toward her on a refreshing breeze, kissing her skin with cool, moist droplets, making her instinctively hug her arms to herself. However, the chill remained, and the cold found its way into her bosom. Taking out her phone, Nancy sent a text message to Spencer, asking about his flight so she could pick him up from the airport. He responded five minutes later, refusing to provide details about his arrival time. Instead, he mentioned that he would be busy and would head straight to the office, insisting that she did not need to pick him up. Nancy was hardly surprised by his response. She wondered how ot

"Are you certain he's still staying here?" Nancy inquired, her eyes narrowed as she stood before the counter of the Saunders Hotel. "Oh yes, I've heard that Yaacob is a VIP at the Saunders Hotel. Room 8808, you know how hard it is to book. I can't quite figure out this man's background, but I'd bet he's on par with your sleazebag of an ex-husband." "I see. We'll talk again later." "Wait, Ms. Lawson. About the fee for this information..." "You don't get any money for this. I'll pay you if I succeed today!" Nancy snapped and hung up. As she lowered her head to place her phone back in her purse, a few strands of her lustrous chestnut curls cascaded down her fair shoulders, revealing a circular scar above her shoulder blade—a memento of a car accident. She straightened up and pulled out her makeup mirror to touch up her appearance. After tucking her hair behind her ear to hide the scar, she strode across the hotel's lounge area. The click of her eight-centimeter heels attracted

"The pregnancy test results are in your hands, Mr. Getson. It's not as if I could have faked them," Nancy stated, holding her ground. "Who knows?" The man's casual response caused Nancy's eyes to twitch involuntarily. In the next moment, however, she deftly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, masking her fleeting moment of uncertainty, and met Yaacob's intense gaze with righteous indignation. "Mr. Getson, you're a man of distinction. You can afford globally limited luxury cars and own several publicly traded companies. Surely you wouldn't stoop so low as to make a scene just to escape this small compensation, right? I recall you have a fiancée. She caused quite a commotion here one morning. Your relationship seems rather unstable, doesn't it?" Yaacob's gaze, hidden behind a cloud of smoke, turned darker at Nancy's words. He looked at the woman before him with the same oppressive glare he'd given her earlier in the car. For a split second, Nancy felt as if an invisible han