登入“We missed all of you!” he chimed cheerfully. “We missed you too, buddy,” Dino called out, stepping forward with a wide, excited grin. “We even built hammocks and a treehouse at the orchard. You should check them out later.” “Yey! We have a treehouse and hammock!” Atlas’s face lit up instantly,
Four years later— The convoy slowed as it entered Sta. Cristina, the once-quiet town now alive with movement and color. Gone were the uneven dirt roads. In their place stretched smooth pathways that wound through thriving fields—rows upon rows of crops swaying beneath the sun, their greens deeper,
The wedding celebration slowly softened as the sun dipped behind the mountains of Sta. Cristina. Laughter still lingered in the front yard of the humble Greene home—warm, unrestrained, filled with the joy of a union long awaited. But somewhere between the laughter and the fading light—Cassie and A
A breath. “Every day.” Her smile deepened through her tears. “Every lifetime.” Their gazes remained locked—quiet, unwavering—despite the swell of applause rising around them. It filled the chapel, warm and thunderous, echoing against the wooden walls. Pride shone in the men’s eyes, steady and u
"Cassie…” His voice came out quieter than anyone had ever heard it—stripped of authority, stripped of control. Just Ashton. Just a man standing before the woman he loved. After her slow, soulful walk toward him… after Eliseo and Celia had gently, tearfully placed her hand in his— He held her now.
Cassie allowed herself to be pulled forward, though her expression remained stunned, her mind still trying to grasp the sheer extravagance hidden beneath what she thought was simplicity. Behind her, Eliseo and Carmel exchanged a glance. Then, almost in unison, their gazes drifted back to the gown.
"Where is my little pumpkin?” Zabrina Wallace asked the moment she stepped inside, both arms laden with paper bags from a well-known baby boutique. “Mom, why are you here again?” Zandrie said irritably, shooting her a glare as she marched straight toward the crib like she owned the place. “I’m not
Distant voices reached me, blurred and echoing, as if coming from the end of a long, collapsing tunnel. Darkness clung to me, heavy and insistent, pulling me deeper into its grasp. It would have been so easy to let go. But I couldn’t. There was an innocent life depending on me—on my strength, on
"Marry me.” The words left my mouth exactly as I intended—steady, deliberate, stripped of even the faintest hesitation. What I received in return was silence. His eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing, as though he were deciding whether I had finally lost my mind—or had simply grown reckless enough
"If you don’t start taking your life seriously, you’ll lose your inheritance. Can you stop messing around with women?” The voice cut through the low hum of the café, pulling my attention away from the screen in front of me. I paused mid-bite, fingers still holding a fork, and resisted the urge to l







