Silence filled the room as Hendrix laid on the couch with Margaux on top of him. No one spoke as if both of them were scared to say anything. But after long minutes of staying like that, Hendrix couldn't stay still any longer as Margaux's warm breath was fanning against his neck giving him goosebumps all over his body and sending chills down his spine. “Margaux?” he muttered as he couldn't hold on anymore. However, there was no response coming from her and just pure silence. Frowning, he tried to peek at her face, but he realized it was buried on the crook of his neck, making it impossible for him to see even just a glimpse of her beautiful face. He sighed. He didn't know what he was feeling at that moment as it was the first time he's been with anyone that close that there was no space between them at all. She literally evaded his personal space and that he could actually feel his soft lips on his neck, making it hard for him to calm down. Gently, he patted her back. “Are you al

Hendrix almost forgot about it, but as soon as his mother mentioned the banquet, he heard Margaux's voice in his mind. “You're engaged with.. who?” his father queried with brows deeply furrowed. Hendrix's eyes squinted while looking at his father. He could see that he was genuinely clueless, unlike his mother who looked like she had seen a ghost with her face drained out of blood and fear in her eyes. “Do you know who she is?” he asked darkly. “H-how would we know? You haven't introduced her to us,” Wilma retaliated. Hendrix nodded his head then chugged down the liquor. “You don't really know her, Mom?” he queried. Wilma gasped, “I…really don't!” she exclaimed. Her demeanor immediately changed as she glared at Hendrix. “What are you on about?” she hissed. Hendrix quickly emptied the bottle of liquor then slammed it on the table so hard afterwards. Both the table and bottle cracked because of the strong impact which surprised David and Wilma. “Hendrix!” Wilma screamed in utter s

Margaux grunted as she woke up with a splitting headache. “Ugh! I forgot about this!,” she complained as she never thought about the aftermath of being drunk. Slowly, she sat up on the bed while holding her head. But as soon as she seated, slow clapping reverberated inside her room. “Morning!” Daisy greeted while her hands kept giving her a slow clap. Margaux's brows furrowed. She looked at her cousin in confusion. On the other hand, Dinah shook her head while Saab was chuckling and both looking at her as well. All of them were sitting on the couch side by side. They were all facing her and she had a feeling they had been there for a long time and watched her sleeping. “What?” she frowned. Daisy finally stopped clapping and smirked menacingly at her. She leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs. “You go to the bar without us,” she said. It was not a question but a statement. Dinah raised her eyebrows on her whilst Saab pouted. “You should've told us and avoided meeting your

Jack looked at the entrance and scowled, “You want me to get rid of that guy?” he queried. Then, he turned to Margaux with deep creases on his forehead, “Isn't he the guy who claimed to be your husband?” he added.Margaux's lips parted as her chest thumped wildly. She thought he already forgot about it since he didn't mention it earlier, but it seemed like he just thought it was irrelevant. “That guy is Hendrix Mondragon. He is from the Philippines. He thought he married Margaux when the truth is he married someone else and thought it was her. He's crazy. No matter how many times Margaux confirmed that she's not his wife, he just doesn't believe it,” Daisy sighed dramatically. Margaux blinked several times as she tried to process what her cousin had just said. And she wanted to be swallowed by the ground in embarrassment at the blatant lies Daisy was saying. ‘Aren't she scared that Mr Simon knows the truth?!’ she thought as she stared at her incredulously. “You know our family is j

Hendrix was fuming mad. He threw Margaux a deadly glare as he stood there panting. “Are you really going to flirt with him in front of me?” he spat. His face was red as his blood was boiling. He couldn't believe that the woman he thought was demure and only had eyes on him was being cozy with another guy before his eyes. ‘Did she forget that she's still married? Although she used a fake name in their marriage certificate, she couldn't deny that her presence alone in the ceremony was enough evidence that they got married for real!’ he thought to himself. Meanwhile, Margaux slowly turned to him with raised eyebrows, “What if I am? I'm single. I can do whatever I want, Mr Mondragon,” she smirked. It made him angrier. “You're single?” he hissed. His ruthless eyes glimmered as he turned to Jack. “Do you know that she's a liar?” He shook his head. What a pretentious woman she was. She lied about her identity to him, and now she was lying to a different guy again. What would she gain