LOGINDahan- dahan kung pinikit ang mga mata ko refusing to see what I've seen inside, sinubukan kung tumayo, my hands on my belly, my feet buckled my mom strikes really hurt me to the core as I gather my stuff ready to leave I saw Carlo standing behind me holding and umbrella his face twisted he carried me into his arms and throw my stuff away
"You don't need it, I'll buy you new one" he said, turning away, my parents didn't even notice that I have been taken away not with traffickers but to my dear husband. He brought me into his home, a huge expensive villa, sobrang yaman talaga nila, even the sofa is a gold pale, massive hallways, expensive chandeliers and a dozen of maids lining up, this is like a royalty my parents is rich it's true but not this kind of rich, it's amazing, and really tempted, tumitig ako kay Carlo as he dry my hair into the towel, I smiled "Carlo, is my great choice, here I'm safe and protected" aniya ko sa aking isipan. Then came the moment they descended the grand staircase and grabe, Carlo’s mother looked every inch a queen straight out of a royal portrait. Her clothes reeked of old money: fine silks, subtle jewels, and a quiet elegance that screamed wealth without even trying. But it was her aura that struck me most commanding, regal, heavy with authority the kind of presence that automatically made you shrink back, as if just standing near her was enough to feel small and insignificant. It was the exact kind of grace and power I could never hope to possess. They moved to sit on the plush velvet sofa, and I scrambled to stand up straight, bowing my head low. Of course I would stand. Someone like me didn’t deserve to sit beside people like them. “Mom, Dad,” Carlo said gently, his voice soft but proud as he reached for my hand. “This is my wife, Eylul.” I dipped my head even lower, my fingers twisting nervously at the hem of my simple dress, and spoke in the softest, most respectful tone I could muster. “Hello, Tita… Tito. I’m Eylul Bernasor—Carlo’s wife.” Oh God. The silence that followed felt heavier than any blow I’d ever received. His father stared at me, his dark eyes unreadable, and my heart plummeted straight to my stomach. Here we go again, I thought. Just like my own father. Just like Janelle. That cold, sharp gaze made it feel like he wanted to grab me by the collar and throw me right out the front door. Is this what marrying Carlo means? Another hell? His mother’s eyes raked over me next scanning from the top of my head down to my scuffed shoes, and then back up again. Her expression didn’t change, but to my wounded, scarred heart, it looked like pure disdain. Of course they wouldn’t like me. To them, I probably looked like nothing more than dirt dragged in from the street. I was the footstool, and they were the throne untouchable, perfect, lightyears above me. I fixed my gaze firmly on the floor, refusing to meet their eyes any longer. I didn’t want to be an eyesore in their perfect home. “Sit down.” The voice was elegant, calm, and held the weight of authority but I didn’t dare move. I assumed she was talking to Carlo, telling him to take his place beside them, far away from me. “Daughter-in-law. I said sit. This is your home now too.” It was his father who spoke this time firm, but not unkind. My head snapped up so fast I almost got dizzy, my eyes blown wide in utter shock. Did I hear that right? Did he just call me… daughter-in-law? Tentatively, like I was scared the floor would crumble beneath me, I took a few slow, shaky steps and lowered myself onto the very edge of the sofa staying in the corner, exactly where someone like me belonged. And then, the cold, stern expressions on their faces melted away into bright, warm smiles the moment they turned their attention back to their son. “Finally,” his mother said, reaching out to squeeze Carlo’s hand gently, her eyes glistening with joy. “We’ve waited so long for this day. You’re married at last.” “Now that you are,” his father added with a hearty laugh, leaning forward in excitement “what do you two plan to do next? When will you give us our first grandchild, hmm?” I felt a small, tentative smile tug at my lips, and for the first time in years, something warm and soft unfurled deep inside my chest. They didn’t look at me like I was trash. They didn’t treat me like I was invisible or a burden. So this is the family Carlo comes from, I realized with a jolt of emotion. This is why his kindness is so pure, so unmatched. This is why he could save a stranger, why he could give someone like me a chance he was raised by people who truly had good hearts. They deserve every bit of the good fortune they have. As if sensing my sudden vulnerability, Carlo shifted closer until our thighs touched, and laced his warm, strong fingers through mine. He turned back to his parents, his voice steady and full of a pride that made my breath catch. “Mom, Dad whatever my wife wishes for, that is exactly what we will do. Her happiness and her choices come first, always. I respect her more than anything.” I swallowed hard, my throat tight with tears I refused to let fall. “Tita… Tito ” “Call us Mom and Dad, sweetheart.” His father cut me off before I could finish, and his mother nodded eagerly beside him, her smile softening even more. “From now on, that is who we are to you.” Mom and Dad. Two simple words that felt like magic. Words I’d spent my whole life begging to hear, words that had always been thrown back in my face like insults. But this time… they felt like home. “Mom… Dad,” I whispered, my hands trembling uncontrollably as I found the courage to speak what had been weighing heavy on my heart. “I… I just want us to live simply. To have our own little life, away from all the grand parties and high society expectations. If it’s possible… I want us to build our own business, start from scratch, just the two of us.” I bit my lip, panic rising fast. Oh no. They’ll hate this. I’m dragging their precious son down to my level. They’ll think I’m greedy, that I want to leech off their name. I opened my mouth to apologize, to take it all back, but Carlo spoke first, loud and clear. “If that is what my wife wants, then that is exactly what we will do. We’ll live simply no extravagance, no pressure, just us.” His father raised an eyebrow for only a second, then chuckled and shook his head. “But we have so many companies already, Carlo. Why build something new when you can manage ours?” “Because I want to build something that is ours,” Carlo answered gently but firmly. “But don’t worry, Dad. If I ever need guidance or help, I promise I’ll come straight to you.” Before I could even process what was happening, his mother nodded in complete approval, her eyes shining with understanding. “She is right, you know,” she said, looking right at me with so much kindness it made my chest ache. “If you start from nothing and build something together, your relationship grows on a foundation that is solid, steady, and unbreakable. There is no stronger bond than that.” I stared at them, stunned, my vision blurring with tears I could no longer hold back. That was all I wanted, really. To live quietly, to earn my own place, to make sure the cruel, judgmental world of high society could never call me a leech, never accuse me of climbing the social ladder by clinging to Carlo’s arm. I knew exactly how their minds worked they would whisper behind my back, call me a gold digger, a burden, a nobody who got lucky. But if we built our life ourselves, that armor would protect us. For the first time in my entire life, I sat in a room full of people who didn’t see me as useless, or replaceable, or trash. I sat here, holding the hand of the man who saved me, surrounded by parents who welcomed me like their own flesh and blood… and I dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, I had finally found my place in the world. But as Carlo squeezed my hand again, whispering soft reassurances that only I could hear, a cold, quiet voice in the back of my mind whispered Happiness this perfect… is never meant to last forever, is it? And somewhere far away, the secret I didn’t even know existed was already waiting to tear this beautiful new world apart.Later that night, Carlo finally arrived home, just as he usually did. True to our routine, I was already waiting for him in the dining area. The food was still warm, the lights were soft, and the house was quiet all set to welcome him. When he walked through the door, he greeted me with a smile, kissed my forehead, and spoke to me in that sweet, affectionate tone that used to make my heart race. He was being gentle, romantic, and attentive acting exactly as a fiancé should act just two days before their wedding. But beneath his gestures and kind words, I felt a hollow ache deep inside me. No matter how close he stood, the distance between us felt wider than an ocean. It was suffocating, as if the air itself was growing thin and making it hard for me to breathe.I took a sharp, shaky breath, forcing myself to steady my emotions, when suddenly I felt his hand wrap around mine. It was warm and familiar, yet it felt strangely distant.“Are you okay, love?” he asked, his voice carrying a n
I woke up the next morning na puno ng saya that finally Carlo and I have been reconciled and last night? Whatever happen to us it was never an accident, I love it and I crave more, his touched really warm my body and I actually felt his sincere love.While Carlo taking bath, inayos ko muna ang higaan namin, only then I notice that under a bed there was the unboxed gift, I never remembered that I give him this kind of gift kasi whenever I want to give something to him I was the one who put them in him.Kinuha ko ang kahon at dahan- dahan kung binuksan, habang hinawakan ko pala ramdam ko na ang di maipaliwanag na kaba, na tila ang may sunod-sunod na tanong sa loob, like WHY?HOW? And WHAT?My hands shaking when I saw the gift this was the necktie that Yuki bought came from the latest designs, could it be a coincidence? Or maybe he bought this himself? Or maybe this was just a replication sa orihinal na gawa.No! Carlo will never cheated on me and Yuki she's my bestfriend and I'm pretty su
The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm golden shadows across the sheets. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a promise being sealed erasing the cold distance of the past weeks and replacing it with something raw, real, and unbreakable.Carlo’s lips traveled from my mouth down to my jawline, leaving a trail of burning warmth in their wake, then lower to the sensitive curve of my neck. The light pressure of his teeth grazing my skin made my back arch off the mattress, a soft, breathless sound escaping my throat. His hand that had slipped beneath my nightgown moved with deliberate slowness, his fingers brushing lightly over my inner thigh, sending waves of tingling pleasure straight to my core.For three years, our marriage had felt like a formal arrangement respectful, distant, and devoid of this kind of hunger. I had always thought he saw me only as a wife on paper, someone to share a home with but not a heart or a body. But tonight, the way he looke
Later that night, my heart felt so light and full I could barely contain my joy. It was the first time in years I had something truly wonderful to share, and who better to tell than Yuki my oldest and dearest friend, who had only just returned to the city after being away for so long. This was also her very first time stepping inside my home since she came back, and I had been looking forward to this visit more than I realized.The truth was, ever since Yuki left, I had lived a rather lonely life. Aside from Carlo, there was no one else I felt truly close to no one I could laugh with, cry with, or share my deepest thoughts. Having her here again felt like a missing piece had finally returned to its place. I wanted nothing more than to pour out all my happiness and tell her that the darkness between Carlo and me was finally gone that we had found our way back to each other.But as soon as the words left my lips, I noticed something shift in the atmosphere.I watched closely as Yuki’s
Every time Carlo and I fought, he would never let me sleep in the guest room. No matter how tense or angry things got, he always found a way to pull me back, to keep me close. But tonight, for the first time, he simply nodded and let me go without another word, without following me, without even glancing back.My throat tightened, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. Why this sudden change? Why is he becoming so distant all at once? A terrifying thought crept into my mind Does he not love me anymore?“No!” I whispered fiercely, shaking my head. “That can’t be true.” But the fear lingered like a shadow. If I lost him, who would I even be? Where would I go? Where did I belong if not by his side? My mind spun with these haunting questions, yet deep down, I refused to give up. I had to find a way—any way—to save this marriage before it fell apart completely.The next day, I met my friend Yuki in our favorite spot beneath the old oak tree in the park. People often s
Later that night, I sat alone on the edge of our bed, staring at my phone, waiting for a single message from Carlo. These past few days, he had grown so distant and cold there was no warmth in his words, no softness in his gaze, and I could not put my finger on exactly what had changed. Something felt terribly wrong.Doubt began to creep into my mind like a cold shadow. Could it be… that he has found another woman? Or has he finally fallen out of love with me?My thoughts spiraled into endless, anxious theories. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way Carlo had always been faithful, hadn’t he? But every article and relationship advice I had ever read echoed in my head When a man starts acting differently, it could mean he is preoccupied with someone else… or worse, that he is cheating.I bit my lower lip hard and shook my head, trying to chase away these terrible thoughts. I reached for my diary resting beside the lamp on the nightstand and began to write. Whenever doubts or sadness weig
The next day, I headed straight to the city’s most upscale mall, my mind already set on finding the perfect gift for Carlo. I wandered toward the men’s luxury section, browsing through racks of fine clothing until my gaze landed on a sharp, tailored American tuxedo. For a split second, I considere
The very next day, Carlo and I moved into our new life starting with a small, modest apartment, nothing fancy, but cheap, cozy, and perfectly within the budget we had carefully set aside. It was far from the sprawling mansions and lavish penthouses he had grown up in, but to me, it felt like a pal
The next day, Carlo and I stood before the registrar at the city hall no grand ceremony, no white gown, just a simple white dress. Elegant, yet understated. My hands trembled as I signed the marriage contract. What if I fail him? What if I'm not enough?Carlo's fingers laced through mine, steady an
“Marry me. That’s the only way to make your parents back off.” Carlo stood right in front of me, his voice low and desperate, his dark eyes pleading as if his whole world hung on my answer. I could see the fear etched on his face the fear that I might say no, that I might be forced into a fate ne







