All Chapters of FLOWER OF LOVE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Dixal!” the child shouted the moment he spotted them approaching the house. From the open doorway, he ran straight toward them and jumped into his father’s arms. Dixal showered him with kisses, unable to hide how happy he was to see the boy. “Dixal, can I still call you daddy now?” the child asked. “Of course. Call me anything you want, kiddo,” Dixal replied, ruffling his hair before following his wife into the house. “Ma!” Flora Amor called as soon as she stepped inside. Her mother hurried out of her room, dressed as though she were headed to a wedding — wearing a mini gown she must have borrowed from Hanna, or perhaps the same one she wore to a wedding years ago. “Ma, what happened? Why are you dressed like that?” she asked, puzzled. Her mother wasn't ugly, but stress had worn down her face over the years. Body-wise, she remained fairly toned — no surprise, given her daily work, the store she watched over, and Devon constantly climbing onto her arms. Flora Amor laug

Flora Amor stirred when she felt Dixal’s lips brush her forehead. “Amor, I have to head to work,” he whispered. A soft groan escaped her. Only when she remembered it was Sunday did she force her eyes open. She found Dixal fully dressed, seated at the edge of the bed, his hand still caught in their child’s sleepy grip. “It’s Sunday, Dixal,” she mumbled, meeting his gaze. He gently freed his hand from their son’s and rubbed her shoulder. “Mr. de Ocampo is rushing the plans for that commercial building. I don’t want him questioning the company—especially since that project is technically our child’s first contribution to the business.” Her brows drew together, pulling her upright. “What does Devon have to do with that project?” she asked, glancing at their still-sleeping child—who, instead of letting go, clung tighter to his father’s pants. Dixal chuckled under his breath. “When I brought Devon with me to Robinsons for the meeting, he ended up pitching that concept. And

“Flor, forgive me. I let you walk into danger just so I could catch the mastermind behind what happened to you.” “Amor, when are you going to wake up? I promise, the moment you open your eyes, I’ll start calling you Mommy. Just… please wake up.” “Flor, my dearest child… open your eyes. No one scolds me anymore, no one nags me for spoiling Devon. Please wake up. You’ve been lying here since yesterday. I don’t even know what to tell Devon every time he asks why you’re still asleep.” Voices tugged at her—echoes coming from the edge of a darkness so vast it felt like an endless room. She turned her head, searching, but there was nothing—just an abyss swallowing everything whole. It felt like she was locked inside it, trapped without a door, without a single crack of light. She wanted out. She wanted freedom. She wanted to see the face of the man who shattered their vows and toyed with her heart. But when she couldn’t find a way out, her knees buckled beneath her in that imaginar

“I said we’re not leaving. My son and I are staying. I’m sorry that our first meeting looks like this, but I am Dixal’s wife—and this is our child. We have every right to remain here and watch over him as his family,” she said, certain she was speaking to Dixal’s mother. She refused to answer the woman’s hostility with her own, but she also wouldn’t allow herself to be pushed away just because her mother-in-law was angry. They had every right to be here. They were Dixal’s family—no one else. Still, she didn’t want a fight. If she could avoid it, she would take the path of calm conversation. The woman might only be speaking out of fear and grief. But the woman stepped closer and jabbed a finger at her. She lowered her head, letting her see she wasn’t here to challenge her. No matter how harsh the woman’s approach was, she tried to understand. Then the woman’s hand snapped across her face. She didn’t dodge. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t reach for the cheek that stung sharply. She simply

The moment Donald Randall stepped inside the mansion, the fury on his face was unmistakable. If not for the fact that every piece of furniture in the living room was a priceless antique, he would’ve smashed them just to release the storm brewing inside him. “What happened? Why does your face look like that again?” Cathy’s voice floated down the staircase as she descended, catching sight of her elder brother collapsing onto the long sofa with a thud. “The idiots I brought to the meeting were useless!” Donald exploded, eyes narrowing with contempt. “None of those fools could even speak when they were right in front of FOL Builders’ vice-chairman and executive director! I wasted money bribing those mute morons!” He sprang back to his feet, pacing across the room like a caged animal. “Relax. Losing control won’t help you win anything.” Cathy’s tone was steady, her hand gesturing for him to sit. Even in his rage, Donald obeyed. She took the seat beside him. “What’s the real issue?” s