Her Unruly Husband

r from Mr. Am

week, Sam,

g. "Alright. I'll inform Vivi once th

ng her away. She just laughed

deserve a vacation a

an offer from M

ustration, punctuated by the

day," she huffed, slamming

enough to balance elegance with allure. I slipped on my black stockings and tied my hair into a high pony

or a helicopter to transport me to a nearby airport. It was a lux

or again after a few minutes. "Mr. De Guzman

es

ch. As I descended the stairs, I saw Amanda smoking a cigarette. Whe

is time, Ella," she remarked, her eyes

ed nonch

ough the weight of the evening

w. "Mr. De Guzman, huh?

of jeans, her hair was a little messy and she even had a hickey on her neck. Arthur fo

tunning!" Arthur said,

itely. "Than

e one who reserved the hel

es

asked, leaning casually against the

wered. "I'll re

your best out there. And make sure Mr. De Guz

ocus on keeping Arthur satisfied. He looks like he

flipped me off before storming away. Am

?" Amanda asked once sh

it's for an engagement

Sam returned. "Ella, Mr. De Gu

d, bidding Amanda goodbye and h

alite and businesswoman, served as the headquarters for our escort group. Across the

helicopter's blades whipped around us, nearly upsetting my hair and dress. I straightened myself quickly, en

urder had been calculated. I was no longer Chantria Fernandez, the beloved daughter of a

being the old Chantria. The strong Chantria. The Chantria that

ed, others thought I had been killed, my body hidden away. The shattered glass found at our home only fueled the rumors. I didn't

ia again, but now under a dif

cort agency. She offered me this job. It wasn't the kind of escort work tha

d in our contract, we were required to decline such offers. We only offered our

eir engagement. I felt Mr. De Guzman's hand on my

rs touched below my chest. I flinched but did

ispered, his voice low. "

othing beyond what was agreed upon. Still, the night left me feeling drained. Alone in my room, I scr

fferent-polite, respectful, and strictly professional. Being his companion for th

colleagues I needed time to clear my head, but in tr

ons are still ongoing, but I wa

im to leave. I told him to trust my plan no mat

again. I saw it on the news, he's desperate to look for me, but eventually, he

off right in front of our house. It was dark and looked like a haunted house. The yellow tape was stil

use. While touching the concrete walls, memories of my escape flooded back. I only had a small amo

ept it low to avoid being noticed. I tu

ormation that hinted at espionage. I also went to my parents' room, sear

nt safe in the abandoned room. I didn't find anything about the syndicate. There were payslips and payment tra