All Chapters of Daddy, I Got You the Coldest Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THIRD PERSON POVSamantha opened the door cautiously, her heart still racing from the memory of what had just happened in the garden. Kumawala siya kanina dito at iniwan nalang niya basta si Struve. She hadn’t expected Struve to show up, especially not like this. His stance was unsteady, his eyes glazed, and his breath heavy with alcohol. She froze, unsure whether she should slam the door or let him speak.“You left,” Struve slurred, his voice thick with emotion. He held the door, wanted to come in but Sam blocked him at the center."Go home Struve." malamig niyang sabi. Tumingin sa kanya ang binata, iyong tingin na maraming mga damdamin na hindi maintidihan ni Samantha. Marahas na hinawakan nito ang kanyang kamay at tinabig ito at walang lingon likod itong pumasok sa loob."Struve! You can't just barge in here, you're drunk----"Why? Nandito ba ngayon ang Jacob mo, Samantha? Kaya ayaw mo akong papasukin?" Lumingon ito sa kanya, and then let his eyes roam around the unit na parang ma

THIRD PERSON POVSamantha entered the office with her usual calm, crisp energy. Fresh from the weekend—though nothing about it felt ordinary. After Struve’s unexpected sleepover and all the emotions that surfaced, she was still a little dazed. She passed the glass conference room where some of the execs were already in their morning huddle. Her eyes caught Mr. Celis—Daniel Celis—the Senior Marketing Director. Tall, sharp, confident and the man who practically trained her for three years.“Sam,” Daniel called, giving her a warm smile. “You have time later? I need your opinion on a client deck.”“Of course, sir,” she smiled back, respectful but familiar. “Just message me when you’re ready.”“You still remember how to tear my decks apart?” he teased.Samantha chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of forgetting.”They both laughed, and Daniel gently tapped her shoulder as he walked past her. A natural, harmless gesture.But someone else saw it. From across the hallway, Struve had just stepped out of

THIRD PERSON POVThe city was quiet outside, but inside the suite, the air between them was anything but. Struve was standing by the window, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, watching the lights shimmer over the river. Samantha had just entered the room, still in her gown, hair slightly undone, heels in her hand. He turned as she stepped in. Neither of them said a word at first. Then—“Are you mad I didn’t push him away harder?” she asked quietly. Struve blinked, then let out a soft laugh as he approached her.“I’m not mad. I just… don’t like the idea of anyone else seeing what’s mine.”She looked up at him. “You really have to stop calling me that.”He took her hand and brought it to his chest. “Then let me say it another way.” Their eyes locked. Lumapit si Struve dito at hinila nitong paupo sa kanyang kandungan sa kama. He started tasting her neck while his hands cupping her breast.Napasinghap si Samantha, this feeling is new to her, no one have ever touch her like this--

THIRD PERSON POVAs the plane landed in Manila, a silent agreement seemed to settle between Struve and Samantha—that they would part ways as soon as they reached the airport. Samantha’s driver picked her up immediately, without a word, without even a glance back. Meanwhile, Struve, even before they flew to Manila, had received a call. A direct order—he was to go straight to his mother’s mansion in Muntinlupa. Their parents are living in Switzerland because that's where his Swiss father is based. But now, as they arrived in the Philippines, Struve couldn’t shake the feeling of why his father was here. This wasn’t just a family visit, and it certainly wasn’t just about business. There was something heavy. Something unsaid. He clenched his fists. His father had been a manipulative on him--it goes back when he was still young, when their family was at stake, desperate to locate his mom and twin sister Mirabella. He never gave a glance at him--not until he used him to protect his twin sist

SAMANTHA'S POVAng sarap ng hangin sa gabi. Hindi malamig, hindi rin mainit—sakto lang para sa isang dinner namin ni Lolo. Pagkalabas ko sa office ay diretch agad ako sa aking condo at nagbihis. Saktong 7:30 ng tumawag si lolo na nasa baba na daw ng building ang driver nito na magsusundo sa akin. Nang makarating ako sa restaurant, nasa labas palang si lolo na sadyang hinintay niya talaga ako."Lolo, bakit di pa kayo pumasok? " tanong ko dito habang inaalalayan na ito. Ngumiti siya sa akin at hinaplos ang ulo ko."Gusto kong sabay tayong papasok apo. Na miss ka ng lolo" malambing nitong saad. Iniyakap ko ang aking braso sa kanyang bewang at sabay kaming pumasok sa eleganteng restaurant. Walang masyadong tao. Sakto lang para sa isang intimate conversation.“Lolo,” sabi ko habang tinutulungan niya akong upuan ang silya ko, “naalala n’yo po ‘yung huli nating gala? ‘Yung dinala n’yo ako sa zoo tapos nawala kayo sa loob ng reptile house? I think I was 10 right”Tumawa siya, ‘yung tawang ma