Chapter 31 : Real Couple?

Dalia’s POV That night marked a turning point in-whatever this thing was between Lucas and me. What started as a simple contract‑deal arrangement suddenly turned into something… different. Unexpected. Dangerous. Lucas became more affectionate—clingy, even—and a little possessive. Normally, that should’ve annoyed me.But nope. For some stupid reason, I actually liked it. Maybe even got used to it. Or worse… maybe I really was falling in love with him. Fine. I’ll say it. I’m in love with Lucas. I don’t even know when it happened. One morning I just woke up and realized my heart had already packed its bags and moved into his. I missed him every second, craved his presence like I was going insane without him. It was ridiculous. And honestly? Terrifying. Because, hello—who knows how long this will last? Maybe our feelings have leveled up… but we’re definitely not reading from the same script. “Hey, babe… you look like you teleported to another universe. I’m right here, you k

Chapter 32: Jealous Lucas

Lucas POVIt’s only been two days since Dalia left to visit her family, but somehow it feels like I’ve been stuck in this waiting game for a lifetime. I miss her—so damn much. The kind of missing that settles in your chest and refuses to leave, no matter how much you distract yourself.We talk all the time, obviously. Calls, texts, and voice notes squeezed in between her family dinners and random errands. But no matter how constant it is, it still doesn’t fix the problem. Because she’s not here. She’s not curled up beside me, not stealing the blanket, not laughing at my bad jokes. And knowing she’s not physically next to me makes my brain spiral like it’s training for the Olympics.It’s not that I don’t trust her. I do. Completely. With my life. With my heart. With my last slice of pizza.It’s just… my stupid instincts.They love dragging me back to the past, replaying worst-case scenarios like a badly edited highlight reel. The kind I’ve already lived through once—fast relationships,

Chapter 33 : The Admitting Process

I sank weakly onto the sofa in our tiny living room, my body finally surrendering now that there was nothing left to do. My legs throbbed, my shoulders ached, and my feet felt like they had walked every street in the barangay twice. After three straight days of running around for the fiesta—cooking, greeting guests, smiling until my cheeks hurt—this was the exact moment exhaustion decided to collect its debt. But it wasn’t the bad kind of tired. It was the kind that made you smile even while your muscles screamed in protest. The kind that came from shared laughter, endless plates of food, and the familiar chaos of family talking over one another. I was exhausted, yes—but deeply, undeniably happy. Because for once, I wasn’t rushing anywhere. I wasn’t performing. I was simply home. “Tired?” I paused and turned my head. Mom was walking toward me, wiping her hands on a dish towel, having just escorted the very last guest out the door. “A little,” I admitted honestly. “But it’s okay.

Chapter 34: Oh no He didn’t say that, did he?

Dalia’s POV “Dalia! I’m here!” I practically jumped out of my seat the moment I spotted Jessie coming toward me. I hurriedly shoved my luggage trolley aside and rushed to meet her. I had just gotten off a long flight from the Philippines, and normally, I would’ve felt utterly exhausted—but today, surprisingly, I didn’t. Maybe it was because my heart felt lighter, freer. For the first time in a while, I could think about myself without guilt or worry. “I missed you!” Jessie pulled me into a tight hug, and I felt all the tension of the flight melt away instantly. “I missed you too,” I whispered back, holding her just as tightly. She then grabbed my trolley without missing a beat. “Let me handle your bags,” she said, practically snatching the handle from my hands. “Hey, don’t get too excited. Your pasalubong won’t disappear,” I teased, nudging her playfully. “Just making sure… wait, did I bring dried mangoes?” she asked with a mischievous grin. “Ten packs,” I replied, unable to

Chapter ; She Heard it

Lucas POV “Oh, come on, dude. Don’t even try to play me,” Jacob said, throwing me that cocky college-era smirk, the one that screamed I’ve cracked the code on Lucas again. “I know exactly why you’re still holding on to her. It’s the heir thing, right? That whole pact you made with your dad before he handed over the company keys.” I didn’t even flinch. Just tipped my beer back, took a slow sip, and shrugged. “Yeah, that was the original plan.” Jacob damn near spat out his drink, laughing like a hyena. “Called it! I know you better than you know yourself, bro.” “Shut. Up,” I hissed, jabbing him in the ribs with my elbow. “You’re being loud as hell. The door’s cracked open, idiot.” He twisted around dramatically to check, then flopped back against the couch. “Chill. Whole floor’s empty. It’s literally just us guys.” “Still,” I muttered, sinking deeper into the cushions. “And what are you even doing crashing my sick day? I’m supposed to be recovering in peace, not getting roasted ab

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Chapter 31 : Real Couple?

Chapter 32: Jealous Lucas

Chapter 33 : The Admitting Process

Chapter 34: Oh no He didn’t say that, did he?

Chapter ; She Heard it