'Was I that horrible?' Lucas thought to himself in disbelief. Didn't he love his wife with all his might? Where could he have done wrong to make Marcia come to such a disheartening conclusion? Could have Lorena felt the same way, and he didn't notice it in time? “I loved your friend, dearly.” He managed to croak. He didn't understand why he desperately wanted Marcia to believe him. Perhaps it would make him feel like less of a failure, or maybe he just needed to be in her good graces once again. “Keep telling yourself that, if it helps you sleep better at night.” It was like Marcia woke up and chose war. She wasn't going easy on him at all. Lucas exhausted all that he could say in his defense and decided to ask Marcia what he did so badly that made her hate him that much. Of course, he knew in the list, his marriage to Edith topped it. But it was his surprise, she was angrier at how he had been treating Isabella so far. She went ahead to remind him that all the money he and his 'per
He fumed. Every cell in his body vibrated in rage, but there was nothing he could do apart from watch the woman he loves laugh contently in another man's arms. And when they entered the café together, hand in hand, Asher was left cussing under his breath, fighting the urge to cyclone after them and throw his woman over the shoulder. He had to remind himself that in public he is nothing more than a bodyguard. Wanting to distract himself, Asher took out his phone and began reading the numerous messages he had been ignoring from his old man. Though he would rather not, Asher decided to Go call him and give false hopes because the alternative would be Silas storming over to the Garcia mansion and that would be a sight to behold. Inside the café, Isabella and Elton had a lot to talk about. Mostly revolved around Silvia and how her absence has been hard for everyone. Elton commented that Isabella looked different. Calm and even healthier looking. That's when she told him all about Asher's
“Daddy…” Olivia sputtered, trying to take an innocent stance and paint her sister as the aggressor. Jacinta saw the savage move and glared at her. Isabella, who already had enough of the shitty turn her day had taken, took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying to her room. Lucas noticed she looked miserable, but didn't ask about it because he was sure he was the last person she would unburden to. Also, with Jacinta and Olivia around, Lucas didn't feel it was wise to go, an all-concerned father in fear of arousing suspicion. Knowing his daughters, they have runny mouths. And Edith would definitely hear about it in a matter of seconds. “We just wanted to know why she seemed sad.” Jacinta said lamely, making Lucas to turn and look at her. He wanted so badly to scold her on behalf of Isabella, but decided against it. With a flicker of his wrist, he dismissed the two, telling them lightly to let Isabella be. They, of course, nodded fast, but Lucas wasn't fooled. He had barely disappeared
“I saw a text on your phone earlier.” She began slowly. Asher sucked in breath, dreading her next words. “I swear I wasn't snooping.” Isabella went on quickly, missing the real reason which worried Asher. The man doesn't know that whatever Isabella saw was through the notification window. “Okay…” Asher trailed, wishing she could just continue speaking so that he could gauge how screwed he was. “Is everything alright?” She went on making Asher frown. “I mean you are always there for me, but I have never taken the time to ask more about your life, and worries.” Asher could have passed out in relief. “Thank you, for thinking of me, Princess.” He chuckled, kissing her head. “I am all good, I promise.” He leaned to kiss her nose, hoping to turn the attention away from him. Scattered a few more kisses all over his girlfriend's face, he succeeded. Isabella wanted more than feathery kisses. She pulled her man's head down and smacked her lips over his. Asher immediately engaged her like a
Both lovers stilled, frozen with both fear and excitement. Who could it be? Asher wondered. If it was Lucas, then he might as well be screwed. Luckily, he had locked the door, which gave them the needed time to get decent. “I will f*king murder whoever it is,” Isabella grumbled. It had only begun getting good, and someone had the audacity to interrupt.“Might be your old man.” Asher teased, making Isabella sober immediately. It would be embarrassing for her father to catch her in such a state. “He would fire you.” She worried.“He already knows we are fucking.” Asher snorted. Isabella gaped.“You told him?” She asked ridiculously.Asher chuckled lowly. “They all know we are in a relationship and as such… " Another knock echoed, making Asher trail. “Whoever it is, they definitely ain't playing.” Isabella smacked his ribs as they finished getting dressed. Isabella had to grab a new top from her wardrobe courtesy of her boyfriend. The comical part was the two trying to make their rag
When Isabella jolted awake, her lover was no longer beside her. Which was odd because she clearly remembered going to bed together the night before. After their vigorous activities, the two took their time cleaning each other and later, Asher carried her to bed where he cuddled her until she succumbed to sleep. Grabbing whatever decent clothes she could find, Isabella wandered downstairs, wondering what might have made Asher sneak out of her room. “Oh, sweet child…” Isabella bumped into Marcia, who was on her way to wake Isabella up. From Marcia's telling look, Isabella knew something what terribly wrong even before she asked. Her heart had already begun picking pace. Did something happen to Asher? She dreaded hearing what Marcia had to say. “What happened?” She asked Marcia, who was fawning over her excessively. “Where is Asher?” Isabella insisted after having received no answer from a somewhat disoriented Marcia. “Is he okay?” Just as the words fell out of her mouth, they heard foo
Asher and Isabella made it to the hospital. But Edith and her men didn't let them. I'm claiming he wasn't to be disturbed and all. Being the wife, she had rights not even Isabella, the daughter, could fight against. In the end, the two frustrated lovers left, scheming ways to return and bulldoze through Lucas' hospital room without Edith's knowledge. What they didn't know was that someone had been following them. They had just arrived at the Cabin at Asher's insistence that Isabella shouldn't go back to the mansion when they were attacked. Another set of gunmen. Two security lost their lives protecting Isabella, and Asher was able to whisk her away unscathed. “Give me that goddamned device.” Isabella took back the PDA and without hesitation punched in her mother's birthday. It was the wrong pin. Once again she punched a different date and, to both their shock, the device unlocked. Asher glanced at his lover quizzically. They were driving down to the police station after calling to
Asher thought back to three years ago when he so happened to save someone just by coincidence. It was a kid who almost got run over by a car. It's something mundane, but not for the mother of the boy. And since Asher had sustained a few scratches in the ordeal, the woman felt she owed Asher a life. Against the insistence of the bodyguard, the woman whose name was Dragana, urged Asher to exchange contacts and made him promise that if he ever needs someone to help him bury a body, she should be the person to contact. Of course, it didn't make sense to Asher until he ran a background check on the woman. Dragana is a well-known drug lord. With a lot of charges, but since no one ever knew what she looked like, and has never been betrayed, the woman roams free as she pleases. It surprised Asher that she revealed herself to him. And Though he has never felt the need to contact Dragana in any way, he kept the contact. Back then when he believed the Garcias were his mortal enemies. “Can this