All Chapters of Hiding the Trillionaire Heirs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

DaisyThe rain poured outside, a drumbeat against the corrugated iron roof of our tiny sari sari store. Each drop felt like a tiny hammer, pounding on my already aching head. My hands trembled, the cheap plastic spoon rattling against the chipped mug. Coffee, black and bitter, did nothing to clear the fog. My stomach churned, not from the coffee, but from the fear that coiled tight in my gut.“Daisy, Hija, you okay?” Grandma's voice, soft like a worn blanket, came from the back. She was probably sorting the dried fish, humming a old kundiman.I swallowed hard, the bitterness of the coffee a welcome distraction from the taste of dread. “Just a bit tired, Grandma. Long day.” A lie. The day had barely started, but the night, ah, the night had been an eternity.I pushed away from the counter, the smell of stale soap and dried noodles suddenly suffocating. I needed air. I needed to think. My eyes, swollen and red, caught my reflection in the dusty mirror. A stranger stared back, pale and

DaisySix months. Six months had passed since I fled Manila, since I saw Augustus Caesar’s chilling smile. San Isidro had become my refuge, the small bakeshop my anchor. The landlady, Aling Sonya, had given me more than a job; she’d given me a home, a semblance of peace. The scent of warm bread and brewing coffee had replaced the suffocating smell of stale noodles and fear. My small bump had grown, a constant reminder of the life blossoming inside me, a secret I guarded fiercely.“Daisy, sweetie, are you sure you’re okay?” Aling Sonya’s voice, gentle as ever, cut through my thoughts. She was kneading dough with practiced hands, her movements rhythmic and soothing. “You’ve been staring at that wall for five minutes.”I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. “Just thinking, Aling Sonya. About… about things.”She wiped her hands on her apron and looked at me, her eyes kind and knowing. “Still thinking about that fiancé of yours? The one who went on a long trip?” This was the

DaisyThe days that followed were a beautiful chaos. My tiny room at Aling Sonya’s house, once just big enough for me, now overflowed with the joyful noise of three newborns. Diapers, bottles, and tiny clothes were everywhere. Sleep became a luxury, but every exhausted moment was filled with an indescribable love. Aling Sonya, Lila, and even Manang Ising, came to my aid, their hands always ready to help with a feeding, a diaper change, or just a comforting hug.“They’re so small, Daisy,” Lila whispered one afternoon, watching in awe as I tandem-fed two of them. “Like little dolls!”“Little dolls who eat a lot and make lots of noise,” I chuckled, but my heart was full.My biggest task now was to name them. Dr. Reyes had filled out temporary birth certificates, but she insisted I finalize their names soon. I wanted names that were unique, special, just like them. Names that carried hope and strength, but also sounded lovely in our simple setting. And since their father’s name was Augus