[Hannah POV]
We arrived early at Ethan's wedding venue, and only selected guests were invited to this particular day, chatting happily. Ethan, in the distance, being anxious and not fixed in his place. Walk there, walk here, and hand will be tucked in the pocket then released later over and over again his act. Maybe this is how it feels about marrying the person you love so much that it's not like ours nor how we became wife and wife.
Soon the bride arrived, and everyone shouted, yelled in excitement. I feel happy for my friend Natalie who is finally getting married to her first and last boyfriend. It's fun to think that whoever gets her virginity will also be able to marry her. She kissed me on the cheek as she passed by, and I greeted her back, pressing her hand gently.
[Hannah POV] Today is our flight to London. We will stay in Ally's mansion and continue to work in their company. On the contrary, my branch out while Anna is in charge here in Manila. Everything is ready, and only this house where we started will leave. Maybe every vacation, we stay here, and it will be decades before we live here again. "Hannah, are all your things packed? I'm so far, so good, and I'm ready. Let's go?" Ally looked at me seriously, waiting for my answer, then kissed me on the forehead, which made me smile. "Okay, everything's done, Ally. I think only us. Have you said goodbye to the house yet?" I asked Ally as I looked around. "Do I have to say goodbye? It's still ours, Hannah. I don't think you're that sentimental about things." it barely laughed as if teasing me at my moment. "Why? It is our home, and it will be left alone. Of course, it's part of our life already. We have had sex so many times here. We started to love each other here, so all the memories are
After almost 17 hours of travel, we finally landed. Ally's father's assistant waited for us at the airport. The moment He saw us, he abruptly took our luggage and headed up to the private limousine. "How's the flight, Ms. Ally? You are grown up now like a lady and with a beautiful wife. I'm glad you decided to return to London," the guy said as we settled in the car. "Her name is Hannah. "Ally says, shortly introducing Robert, their driver in the Mansion. "Baby. Robert will be your driver as well. He's good and trustworthy like Greg, so don't be shy about him." Ally glared at me intensively as she kissed my hand. "Yes, Ms. Hannah, and nice meeting you, by the way. You know what, Ms. Ally was only five back then. She used to play with my daughter Cynthia because her brother was always busy with business at a young age. Their father had already trained Sir Bryan to manage the company." Mr. Robert began to talk nonstop, but it caught my attention because it was about Ally. "Oh, Cynt
Three years later, in Hyde Park in London, chasing Thalia, she ran into a familiar man. He lifted my child and played with it. My baby was happy with the way he raised her. I approached the two and greeted the man. "Hi, Lian," I uttered briefly, my eyes narrowed, walking closer to them. "Hi, Ally." He welcomed me back, looking for a long time. It seems to be forebode in whether the child he is carrying is his own "Is this your baby? You and Hannah?" he asked, focusing on my child. "Yes. Thalia is her name. I followed Hannah and her father's name," giving him an idea. "Thalia? Near my name Lian." there was no hesitation in his words. A broad smile came out on his face. "Ally! Harley is already playing with other kids ..." Hannah abruptly stopped when she saw Lian. She didn't even know it by face but seemed to realize who it was. "Is he Lian? Hi, I'm Hannah." Hannah's initial introduction with a friendly smile. "Hello, Hannah. Ally, talk about you way back three years ago. I'm Li
The beat vibrates off the walls, and the drinks flow across the tables as fast as the bartenders can make them. They swayed to the rhythm, so sweaty bodies filled the dance floor. Replicas of different light colors sync with the music playing. I'm a bit drunk, but I still enjoy dancing. I don't even care what the fucked these people will say, and just enjoying my dumb fucking life. Tonight, I will drink a lot like I never have been. "Miss, are you okay? You look totally tanked up." She caught me because I was about to stumble. In an instant, I thought I was in heaven when I saw an angelic face, wearing the most respectable piece of clothes I have ever seen in every bar I am with every time I messed up. She is undeniably stunning, white, of average height, and sexy. I tried to stand up straight, though I was slightly unsteady. "I'm sorry, Ms., I'm a little groggy, but I can manage," I said as I drank my booze. "You may need some help. Will you mind if I escorted you?" Her smile wa
The house is chaotic, and it seems like nobody lives there. I'm always not around, only gone home to sleep, then rise again to leave. Yes, my unit is here in Makati, where I have stayed for almost three years since I graduated in the Business Management course.We are in the industry of clothing and manufacturing. I desperately wanted to live independently and separate from my parents, so at 20, I worked hard to get away from them. At first, they were against it, but they couldn't control me either. It's challenging to stay with them, having big expectations from me, especially since I'm their only child. Wanting me to manage our business, get married on time, and give them grandchildren. Unfortunately, I can't provide it, being a lesbian and still in the closet. When I was young, there was something strange about me. I'm more okay with women than men and even end up in a fight when talking to them. I disregarded the fact until I met Billy in high school and felt love at first sigh
Yesterday was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I was so drunk that it would happen in my 23 years of existence, swearing to God as I promised not to let that occur again. I will no longer get groggy and drink alone just because of Billy. From this time forward, being a weak human being will eliminate my personality.It's eight pm already. I just finished my dinner, watching N*****x here in the living room. It's a common pastime aside from doing my designs. The air outside the balcony is excellent, and I feel the sadness of being alone without understanding why. I almost have everything—good work, a house, and a career, but I still long for something. I get everything I want. Eat whatever I love, and have a good life. Even though I don't have siblings, I enjoyed my youth as I grew up in my parent's care.I was about to sleep, but notifications popped up on my phone's screen. No one knew my number aside from Billy and intimate friends. I look at it instantly with curiosity, "
"Good morning, ma'am," Natalie greeted me as I entered the lobby—the receptionist who's always kind and has feelings for me. She is gorgeous, kind, and sweet. I met her once during a company outing. I still remember her wearing a swimsuit that showed her excellent body shape and beautiful and innocent face. Yet, I can't imagine myself falling despite her attention implying to me. I was so fucking blinded, loving my best friend, and could no longer see other beauties around me. ~~~ I was busy analyzing the documents for the new branch to be opened in my office. Someone's knocking on my door with an urgent. Today, I never thought it would happen, doubting it like it was just kind of a prank. My gaze turned to my secretary when she entered as I was holding papers."I'm so sorry for the disturbance, Ms. Hannah, but someone in the lobby is looking for you, compelling." it seemed serious as she stated it. Anna is my secretary who handles my schedules and sometimes does client transact
I won't disagree that Ally was pretty, but nothing changes that I don't like her that much, knowing she has something up to with my Dad. It was already ten pm, and I went to my parent's house full of questions playing in my mind. What the hell is going on? Is there something I don't know? Who is that girl, and why does she know my father? There's this kind of mixed emotions inside of me. I hope what I'm thinking is wrong. Mom won't take it anymore. I'm driving to Batangas to confront my father about what the heck is happening. Is that girl her mistress 'daughter, or maybe his slut mistress itself, something like that mumbling in my head? I don't want to think negatively, but I'm nervous. What if I'm right? What will happen to my family? He once or twice cheats on my mom, but still, they manage to fix it. After all, we're still family. That's why I'm so amazed at my mom, she loves my father so much, and He's the best Dad in the world. Even though He's not a good husband, I still lo