Nala’s Point of View“Uh, I’m sorry, but Mr. Fabellon is not here at the moment, sir. May I know what your appointment is with him?" I asked politely because I know he is not easily approachable based on his posture and the people surrounding him.I think he is in his mid-50s, but his handsomeness is still evident.“Are you his secretary?” he asked coldly.I nodded. “Y-Yes, sir.”“I have an important meeting with your boss.”I bit my lower lip. I knew it. It’s important. Where is Hugo, anyway? Why hasn’t he given me his schedule yet? As far as I know, that’s my job here!“M-Maybe he’s already coming, sir. You can wait for him and make yourself comfortable here.”“Sure.”I guided him to the black sofa. I need to attend to him so he won’t get bored, especially since he’s an important person.“Do you want coffee, sir?”“Yes, please.” He picked up the latest business magazine on the table and flipped through it.I nodded and quickly went to the pantry area. I brewed coffee and also grabbe
Nala’s Point of View“W-What?!”I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I had a hunch that their target was someone close to Dominic, but I didn’t expect it to be his dad. But I’m still confused because it’s not clear to me why Mr. Cordova is claiming Dominic as his son when he has another father.“I killed my dad—not literally, but I killed him because of my reckless actions. Together with dad’s guys, we attacked Lion’s hideout without a plan, like we rushed into a war without any weapons. I thought I was going to die that night because I was the only one left, but then Lion spared my life. He explained to me how brutally my dad killed his brother. And dad's death wasn’t enough to pay for all his sins against the Fabellons. He wasn’t mad at me because of what Dad did to his brother, but because of the action I took for him. He felt betrayed. I realized I was wrong. I made a big mess. I tried to regain his trust, but it didn’t happen.”“So, is that why Hugo treats you like that? I mean, yea
Nala’s Point of ViewHugo stopped going home to his own house and stayed at my house for the following days. He even brought his clothes there, as if he planned to live in my house. During those days, we argued every day because of what he was doing. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t tell him to go back to his own house. He didn’t say anything else except that he wanted to be with me.“Do you and your husband have any plans to have children, dear?” Aling Perla curiously asked while getting the shampoo that I specifically bought from her store.I furrowed my brow at her words. “Husband?”She nodded and handed me my purchase. I handed her the payment.“Isn’t that handsome man living in your house your husband? The one with the expensive car. Oh, I’ve been wanting to ask you about that for a long time, but there was never an opportunity. It’s been the talk of the town here in our barangay that you disappeared for a few months because you got married and went on a honeymoon in another coun
Nala’s Point of ViewMy lips are so long from staring at the pile of papers on my desk, you could hang a ladle on them. Just looking at them gives me a headache, what more if I actually start working on them?When I was little, I really wanted to work for companies like this because I thought their tasks were easy. But if I could talk to my younger self now, I’d tell her not to dream of this kind of job.I placed my coffee, which I made earlier in the pantry area, on my desk. It’s my sanity booster. I made sure it was far from the documents on my desk to avoid any issues in case it accidentally spills. I also put my bag on top of the table before sitting on my swivel chair.I glanced at Hugo’s desk. It was empty because he had just entered the conference room to have a meeting with the board members and directors. I shifted my gaze back to the documents on my desk. Hugo had already explained to me what to do with these papers earlier at home.“My body hurts,” I whispered to myself and
Nala’s Point of View“Wow, you look amazing!” Pinter exclaimed as he admired my reflection in the large mirror in front of us.My eyes widened. “Is that really me?” I asked in disbelief, leaning closer to the mirror to make sure.I couldn’t recognize myself because of the makeup Pinter had applied and the way he styled my brown hair, which made my fair complexion stand out. He left a few strands of hair framing my face to enhance the overall look.“Of course, Miss Nala. I didn’t do much to your face because, with or without makeup, you’re beautiful. No wonder Fafa Lion likes you so much. Oh my god, I’m so thrilled for you!” He squealed.I couldn’t help but smile and adjust my seat. We had a business event to attend tonight with Hugo, and here I was, getting dolled up by Pinter, an international Filipino makeup artist who is currently based in Manila. Pinter is talkative, so he’s not intimidating, and he’s easy to get along with, so I wasn’t bored at all because he had so many stories
Nala’s Point of View“Change,” Hugo said seriously as we entered a room in the house that Lawrence had brought me to earlier.I frowned. “Later. Lawrence and I need to talk,” I said, about to leave, but he pulled my sleeve.His face darkened even more as he looked at the gown that I was still wearing. “You’re going to talk to him dressed like that?”“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”“You can talk to him after you change your clothes, baby. I already allowed him to pick you up earlier even though I didn’t want to, but I knew you were in danger and I had no choice because his location is closer to you than mine. And I’m glad that you’re safe.”Was he implying that he should have been the one to pick me up instead of Lawrence?“Wait, have you been talking to Lawrence for a long time?” I asked, confused.I didn’t see them talking before. I didn’t even introduce them to each other, so how did they become so close?He sighed. "We'll talk about that later; just change first. That outfit
Nala’s Point of ViewI slowly opened my eyes, feeling a strong arm wrapped around my waist. I then felt a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. The familiar scent of Hugo’s aftershave immediately registered in my nose.“Wake up, baby,” Hugo whispered softly in my left ear.As I fully opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the unique color of his eyes, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window of his room.“Good morning,” I greeted him in a hoarse voice and smiled.He smiled back and quickly kissed my lips. My eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as I looked at him.“What?” he asked, noticing my reaction.I quickly covered my mouth and spoke, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!”He chuckled softly. “So?”“What do you mean ‘so’? My breath might stink!” I smelled my breath while still covering my palm with my mouth. I didn’t smell anything bad, but it's better to be sure!“It’s not,” he said. “You look beautiful while sleeping, especially since you are on my bed.”I rol
Nala’s Point of View“Hugo…” I called out to him as I nestled in his arms, holding onto his waist tightly. We were both still naked under the white blanket.“Yes?” he replied.“Can I ask you something?” I hesitated.“Sure, go on,” he said, gently running his fingers through my hair.“I’m curious about your tattoo. Can you tell me what it means or if it has any meaning?” I asked him. I slowly traced his tattoo, which covered the upper part of his biceps.I remembered seeing it for the first time when we were on the yacht heading to Cambodia.He took a deep breath. “It means power, strength, and courage,” he said. “Behind that tattoo is a scar.”I furrowed my brow and looked up slightly. “Scar? What do you mean?”“1 year ago, my dad planned to kill me because he wanted to get back to his former position. He planted a bomb in my car. All of my men died, and I was the only one who survived. I suffered third-degree burns and stayed in the hospital for one and a half months.” His jaw clench