LOGINThe moment the kiss ended, neither of us moved immediately not because we didn't want to. Because neither of us knew how. Five years of separation and grief. Five years of believing I might never see her again. And now she was standing in my arms. Real. Alive. Warm. Not a photograph. Not a memory. Not a name written across thousands of investigation files. My wife. The woman I had spent half a decade chasing across continents. The woman I loved enough to destroy entire organizations for. The woman I thought I had lost forever. Alyssandra. Her forehead rested against mine. Both of us breathing unevenly. Neither speaking. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was overwhelming. Because there were too many emotions for words. Too many years. Too much pain. Too much love. I slowly opened my eyes. She was already looking at me. Tears shimmered in her gaze. Not from sadness. Not entirely. It was something deeper. The kind of emotion that comes from finding somet
One step.That was all she gave me.One small step across the garden.And somehow, it felt bigger than the five years that had separated us.The afternoon breeze moved softly through the trees above us, carrying the scent of flowers from the gardens surrounding the hacienda.I barely noticed any of it.Because all I could see was my wife.Standing in front of me with tears in her eyes and pieces of her memories finally finding their way home.For years, I imagined this moment.A thousand different versions.Sometimes, she remembered everything immediately.Sometimes, she ran into my arms.Sometimes, she cried.But reality was crueler than imagination.Reality was standing three feet away from the woman I loved while fighting every instinct that told me to touch her.Because even now, even after she remembered my nameI wasn't sure how much of us remained inside her heart."I remember pieces," she whispered again.Her voice trembled."I don't remember everything."I nodded slowly."You
Damon’s POVI knew something had changed the moment I saw her the next morning.Some people would have missed it.Most people probably wouldn't have noticed at all.But I wasn't most people.And Alyssandra wasn't just anyone.She was my wife.The woman I spent five years searching for.The woman whose every smile, every habit, every expression had been permanently carved into my memory long before the world took her away from me.So when she entered the breakfast room that morning, I noticed it immediately.The hesitation.The way her eyes searched for me before she even realized she was doing it.The way her breathing caught for a fraction of a second when our gazes met.The way she looked at menot like a stranger.Not entirely.And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit.Because hope was dangerous.Five years had taught me that lesson repeatedly.Hope had become something sharp.Something capable of cutting deeper than disappointment.So I stayed seated calm.Even though eve
I didn't sleep again after the nightmare.No matter how hard I tried.No matter how many times I told myself it was only a dream.Because deep insideI knew it wasn't.The images were too vivid.Too detailed.Too real.I could still hear the gunfire.Still feel the impact of my body hitting the ground.Still hear that voice calling my name over and over again.Aly.Not Alyssandra.Aly.Like it belonged to someone who had said it a thousand times before.Like it belonged to someone who loved me.The thought made my chest ache.I stood by the window as dawn slowly painted the horizon in shades of gold and pale orange.The hacienda was waking up.Workers moved through the gardens.Vehicles traveled along distant roads.Birds filled the morning air with song.Everything looked normal.Yet nothing felt normal.Not anymore.Because for the first time since waking from my coma years agoI was afraid.Not of the future.But of the past.Because something inside me had begun to crack.And what
I couldn’t sleep.No matter how exhausted I was.No matter how much I tried convincing myself that the strange heaviness inside my chest would disappear by morning.It stayed.The grandfather clock downstairs echoed faintly through the hallways of the hacienda, each tick stretching the silence longer than necessary.Midnight.Then one o’clock , two.Still awake.I sat near the window of my room wrapped in a thin cream-colored robe, staring out at the dark gardens illuminated by dim pathway lights.Everything looked peaceful.The flowers swayed softly beneath the wind.The trees stood still against the night sky.The fountain reflected silver moonlight like unmoving glass.Nothing about this place should have made me uneasy.And yetmy chest hadn’t relaxed since the moment I saw him.Damon Mondragon.Even thinking his name now felt strange.Heavy.Like the sound carried something deeper than letters.I pressed my fingers lightly against my temple and closed my eyes briefly.“What is ha
The moment I saw him something inside me stopped. Not my thoughts. Not my breathing. Something deeper. Something I couldn’t name. He stood behind Lucas in the receiving hall of the hacienda, half a step back, silent, controlled, unmoving. Like a shadow that had chosen to take human form. At first, I thought he was just another business associate. We had plenty of those lately. People coming and going with documents, meetings, restructurings, and discussions I tried my best to understand and manage on my own. So I looked at him the way I looked at everyone else. Politely. Professionally. Without expectation. But the moment my eyes settled on his face everything shifted. I didn’t understand why. He wasn’t doing anything unusual. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t even looking at me directly at first. But my chest tightened anyway. A strange heaviness pressed against me, subtle at first, then sharper. Like my body recognized something my mind refused to understand. L
Alyssandra’s POV The past few days blurred together like watercolor left out in the rain. I stayed busy on purpose. Work. Reports. Estate matters. Meetings with staff. Anything that kept my hands moving and my mind occupied. Because whenever everything went quiet that was when the emptines
Damon’s POV Five years. Five fucking years. That was how long Alyssandra had been missing from my life. Five years of searching. Five years of bloodshed. Five years of tearing apart every city, organization, and underground network connected to her disappearance. And still nothing. No trac
Lumipas ang anim na buwan nang halos hindi ko namalayan. Anim na buwan mula nang bumalik kami sa Pilipinas. Anim na buwan ng tahimik na umaga sa hacienda. Anim na buwan ng pag-aalaga kay Daddy Arthuro at pananatili sa tabi nina Mommy Celestine. At sa loob ng mga panahong iyon… unti-unti ko ring na
Ngunit ang pagkakaalala ko sa pangalan ko ay hindi na nasundan pa ng ibang alaala. Parang hanggang doon lang ang kayang ibigay ng isip ko sa akin. Alyssandra Reyes. Iyon lang. Walang mukha. Walang lugar. Walang taong konektado sa pangalang iyon. Sa mga sumunod na linggo, paulit-ulit ko







