Di Bawah Lindungan Ka Bah Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Vincent sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. "I know you're capable, it's just...I don't know. I'm just worried." Isabella wondered if he was always this caring or all of these was because she was carrying his child. Isabella could see the concern on his face, and she softened a little. "I appreciate that, but I promise I'll be fine. I don't need a bodyguard." "Fine, but only if you let my driver drop you off," Vincent said, his tone brooking no argument.

"You chose her." I finally looked at her. "Yes." The word landed like a gunshot. Lucia looked away. I continued before she could speak. "When the baby is born, we'll get divorced." Her head snapped back toward me. "What?" "You'll be taken care of." The words felt cold. Necessary. "You'll have financial support." I continued. "A home." "Security." "Anything you need." Her expression darkened. "And if one day you want to remarry..." Her eyes widened.

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"