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
Nala’s Point of ViewI feel like I just went deaf. I don’t know if I was just dreaming or if this is really happening. It can’t be a prank because that would be too ridiculous.My gaze shifted to Hugo, who didn’t seem surprised by my presence, and then to Dominic, who looked shocked while staring at me.“I-I just misheard, right?” I stuttered, feeling my heart race with nervousness.“No. You heard it right,” Hugo said.I closed my eyes in disbelief. How? How did Dominic become my sibling? Did Mama lose a child? But that’s impossible because I know his story.“You knew that she was here, right, Lion?” Dominic asked Hugo, his voice filled with disbelief.Hugo shrugged. “She deserves to know, Velasco. I’ve been keeping this to myself for the past few months. I realized that she needs to know who she is,” he said seriously, then turned his back on Dominic.“Where are you going?” Dominic questioned.“You two need to talk. That’s a family matter. Explain to her everything,” he said coldly,
Hugo’s Point of View“Hey, baby,” Nala said, poking my shoulder while I was busy with my laptop.“Yes, baby?” I turned to her and asked.“Can you make me another glass of pineapple juice, please…” she said, blinking her eyes cutely.I furrowed my brow slightly. “Baby, you just finished a pitcher of pineapple juice a while ago.”She pouted her lips. “Don’t you want to?”I shook my head. “It’s not that. I’m just worried that drinking too much pineapple juice might irritate your mouth and throat. It could be bad for your health.”“So, you don’t want to?” She asked, glaring at me. She crossed her arms over her chest.I gulped. Is she angry? She misunderstood what I said! I took a deep breath and exhaled before standing up.“I’ll make you another one,” I said.She grinned and quickly kissed my cheeks. “Thank you, baby. I love you!”Damn!I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. She really has this effect on me, huh?“I love you more, baby,” I responded, kissing the top of her head b
Nala’s Point of ViewI don’t know what I should do or feel. My emotions are all mixed up right now, and I have no idea how to handle this. I’m hurt, nervous, on the verge of tears, annoyed, and angry. I’m so confused. There are so many questions bothering me, and I don’t know where to get the answers.My hands are still shaking from what happened. I can’t understand what’s really going on. It’s like I’m inside a maze, and I don’t know where or how to get out.The armed man let go of my arm as we entered the room. Despite my racing heart, I managed to look at the room we had entered.The room was styled in modern Spanish. The walls were painted deep blue with extravagant gold accents, as if to signify their value.In the middle of the room was a large four-poster bed with a plush, navy blue duvet. There were luxurious mahogany furnishings, a bronze lamp, and a dark wood nightstand. The high ceiling was adorned with a chandelier and sconce.Maybe if I were in a better situation, I could
Nala’s Point of ViewI sat there in a daze, staring out of the large window. All I could see were tall trees with lush green leaves. I’ve only been in this house for a few hours, but it feels like an eternity because of everything that has happened.It’s only been three hours since my father visited me here, but until now, my mind still can’t fully grasp how truly awful of a person he is. He hurt me in a way that my mother never did when she was still alive.I let out a bitter laugh.I wish my mother was still here so I could apologize to her for the things I said before. I should be grateful to her for not being with my father, who is heartless. I should be glad that she wasn’t around while I was growing up, because I don’t know how I would feel if he treated me like this as I got older.I quickly wiped away the tears that had spread on my cheeks when I heard the door open. Even though I knew someone had entered, I didn’t bother to look back. I wasn’t interested in seeing who else he
Nala’s Point of ViewIt’s been five days since I last spoke with Daniel Cordova in his office. Unlike my first two days here, when I was confined and not allowed to leave my room, now I’m allowed to go out, but there are still armed men following me, closely monitoring my every move.In those five days, I haven’t seen Damian again. Honestly, I don’t care. What I’m wondering is, why does it seem like my father doesn’t know about my pregnancy? If he really told my father that I’m pregnant, shouldn’t they be doing something now to get rid of my baby?Not that I want any harm to come to mine and Hugo’s baby. It’s actually good that they don’t know I’m pregnant, but I’m starting to get confused about Damian’s identity.Is he a foe or an ally? Should I trust him or not?If he is indeed an enemy, he might have already told my father about my pregnancy, but my father doesn’t care, or perhaps they’re still planning how to erase me from their sight, that’s why they haven’t done anything yet.It