Third-Person POV Around three in the morning in London, Lucas felt his cellular phone vibrating. He put it on silent mode before going to sleep and placed it on top of the bedside table next to him.Lucas reached for it with one hand to check why it was vibrating at that hour. There was an unknown number calling, but with the digits that he memorized, he knew who it was by that time.He immediately sat on the side of the bed and walked out of the room to answer the call.He had no idea why he was calling at such an hour. It was something he forbade him to do because Diane would be around and because the vibration would wake her up, had no choice but to answer the call and go outside."Why are you calling this late?" he asked almost in a whisper while walking down the stairs."S-Sorry, boss, I forgot the time difference," Ignacio replied, the man he paid to follow Elyana in the Philippines ever since she flew back to the country.He had truly forgotten, and because he had an importan
Third-Person POVQuintin invited Elyana and her companions for a coffee break. He treated them to a famous coffee shop with cakes and drinks.While they enjoyed the food and coffee, the stalker continued following them and updating his boss. He could see them talking and giggling, and Elyana chuckled with every joke Quintin would spill."Wait! I want to have pictures with you guys!" Quintin exclaimed in excitement, but the servants insisted because they were unprepared."Let me just take you and Miss Elyana's pictures, sir," Daldalita suggested. "You both look good together," she added, and their companions agreed by smiling while nodding their heads."Eww! No way! Don't pair with this nasty man," Elyana protested to make fun of Quintin, whose facial expression suddenly changed.His smile faded along with the excitement he was feeling. He didn't have a picture with Elyana, and having one would be memorable enough for him, knowing how close they were."That's too much of you. Do I look
Third-Person POV"W-why you seem so concerned about that?" Felicity awkwardly chuckled and continued, "Quintin is a human too, you know. Who knows, maybe there was a problem in the office or some client called him and they were having some misunderstanding."His reasons didn't satisfy Elyana's curiosity. It was evident on her face, and because Felicity knew the real reason and was afraid Elyana would find out, he immediately thought of other excuses he could use to convince her."You know very well, girl, how stressful it is to manage a real estate company. You were in the same fields before. He was off to work and being the boss—he wouldn't really take a peaceful day off like normal employees."Elyana frowned, trying to remember if Quintin mentioned he took a day off for them when they were with him at the mall, and it seemed he didn't."I'm not sure if he took off today. Did he? Did he tell you?""I-I think he did," Felicity stammered. He took a little pause, pretending to be thinki
Third-Person POVFelicity started his work right after reaching his office. From time to time, he stopped to wonder and asked himself what the tears were for when he was hugging his mother. By that time, he knew he felt fear but was confused about what exactly it was for when there wasn't even anything he would be frightened about.He tried cleaning his mind by repeatedly telling himself about that and distracting his mind from those by sticking his nose into all the files he needed to review to find a match between the new and old clients he had.It was a challenging task. He needed to be delicate in matching them, and getting distracted shouldn't be in his way.Around noon, his secretary knocked on the door, asking him if she would order him food. She had her packed lunch, but it wasn't enough for two people."Ohemgee! I forgot. I promised my mother I would join them for lunch today!" he freaked out. He immediately searched for his phone to inform him he wouldn't make it, and he pro
Third-Person's Point of View Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to hear Lucas's voice ever again after their divorce. At that time, it felt like somebody had poured a bucket of ice-cold water right on her head. She could feel the strong coldness creeping from her head down to her toes. Her heartbeat changed, and it was pounding like there was a rumble. Almost no words came out of her mouth because of the nervousness she was feeling at that time—more of a surprise mixed with anger that she was thinking of hurting the person on the other side of the line. Her chest started feeling heavy. Every breath increased the heaviness that later on felt like choking to death. They were both momentarily lost in the present, and Lucas was unable to use his courage to speak immediately, making Elyana think of ending the call because it was only a waste of her time. She also thought he was already gone, but because she heard a noise from the other line, she was sure that the caller was st
That same night, Elyana sent Lucas a message to convey that she was willing to meet him. Attached to the message was the exact address of the Spanish restaurant she picked and other necessary information he might need.She knew that Lucas didn't know anything about the Philippines, and adding instructions and landmarks as a guide would help him find his way. Unless he had a driver, he was in the Philippines all alone because he traveled so secretly that even his mother didn't know about it."Done!" Elyana exclaimed in front of her best friend while raising her phone to his eye level to show what she typed in it."All set then. I'll be with you tomorrow to make sure you'll be safe," he replied."I appreciate that you are coming with me," Elyana said with a smile, even though she was extremely scared and at the same time nervous about what would happen tomorrow. When Felicity reached his room, he called Quintin to tell him the news, "He's here, and Elyana agreed to meet him tomorrow."
Elyana's Point of View We were already on our way twenty minutes before ten. My chest was pounding with nervousness as Felicity drove the car to the meeting place. Felicity was silent, like he knew I should prepare my mind first before facing my ex-husband. So, I took that chance to have an internal monologue to sort out which questions were to be asked and which were not. We reached the restaurant at nearly ten o'clock. Felicity parked right in front, where he could see through inside. He was also the one who picked the table where Lucas and I could sit and what parking space was perfect enough for him to observe. "See? I told you not to rush. He's not even here yet," Felicity shrilly said while raising his eyebrow. He was looking through the restaurant, and just like me, we didn't see any signs that Lucas had already arrived before us. I looked around to check if he wasn't there yet, and just right after I turned my head to the right, a black Mercedes Benz arrived. It parked j
I saw how Lucas's eyes widened after hearing my answer; however, his attention was diverted when Felicity walked in close to us. He was just in time to take me out of that place, and it seemed Lucas didn't like how my best friend approached us based on how he stared at him. Lucas's eyes traveled through Felicity's from head to toe. It was not just a look—he was glaring at him like he was wondering why he was there, or it made him confused about whether the one standing was my best friend, whom he knew was gay. Because honestly, without his makeup that day, anyone who saw him would certainly think he was straight. He left his fancy handbag inside the car, and he went walking in like he was a real man about to give a blow to the face. Lucas grinned when he was satisfied. He rested his back on the chair and gave Felicity a judging glance. "Is he the reason why you couldn't come back to me, Ellie?" The way he asked that question was truly insulting on my part. I knew he already knew w