Jay-Jay's POV
Yawnnnn 🥱
6 AM. Again. Every. Single. Day. 🕕
My internal clock should be illegal at this point — who even invented mornings?!
But today?
Different energy. Excited energy 😛✨.
I practically bounced out of bed, ignoring how my hair looked like a bird's nest. Angelo dropped this mysterious bomb last night:
"Get ready tomorrow, Jay. You're going somewhere special."
Somewhere special. With someone. 🤷♀️💭
He wouldn't spill details — just smirked like he knew something I didn't. Typical Kuya Angelo.
I rushed through my morning routine like a girl on a mission 🏃♀️:
Hot shower with my favorite vanilla body wash 🧼🌸
Extra layers of lotion because dry skin is my enemy
Perfect lip gloss 💄 (third time's the charm)
My cutest pleated skirt, white blouse, and a little cardigan for that soft girl aesthetic
By 7:15, I was ready. Mirror check? Slay. Hair flip? Perfect. Confidence level? Skyrocketing 🚀.
I grabbed my phone to spam Rakki and Freya in our group chat:
Me: EMERGENCY!! Angelo says I'm going somewhere "special" today 😳 Any intel???
Rakki: Ooooh mysterious Kuya strikes again 👀 Spill later!!
Freya: IS IT A DATE?! Tell me everything after 💕
I laughed, slipping my phone into my skirt pocket. Tita called from downstairs — "Jay! Breakfast!" — but I just grabbed a banana and yogurt cup. No time for a full sit-down when adventure's calling!
That's when I noticed something weird, though.
Angelo's car wasn't in the driveway.
His shoes by the door? Gone.
His usual coffee mug on the counter? Empty and cold.
He rushed out this morning. Like, full panic mode — phone pressed to his ear, muttering something about "Serina" and "tomorrow," then peeling out of the driveway before I could even ask what was up. 😳
Kuya Angelo doesn't rush.
Ever.
He's the definition of calculated calm… unless something big is happening.
I chewed my banana slowly, staring out the window.
"Serina…" Who's Serina? A client? A friend? His secret girlfriend? (Ew, no.)
My phone buzzed.
King of Ulupong: Outside in 10. Don't keep me waiting.
Kiefer.
Of course it's Kiefer 🙄🍭.
Angelo's favorite errand boy.
Me: What's the plan, Candyboy? Spill.
King of Ulupong: You'll see.
Me: I hate surprises!
I tossed my yogurt cup, grabbed my bag (the chic brown one with gold hardware), and stepped outside. The morning air felt crisp, exciting — like the universe was holding its breath.
But that nagging feeling wouldn't leave.
Angelo's weird rush.
The "somewhere special."
Kiefer involved.
Something felt… off.
Like the calm before a plot twist.
Whatever it was, though?
I was ready 💅🔥.
Angelo's POV
Serina.
Kiefer's mom.
The Watson matriarch. Cold, elegant, unstoppable — and the woman holding half the city's business contracts in her manicured hands.
We met at her penthouse office this morning.
Glass walls. City skyline. Her sitting like a queen behind a desk bigger than my car.
"Angelo," she said, voice smooth as silk. "You kept your end. Now it's time for mine."
I nodded once. "The deal stands?"
"Absolutely." Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "An engagement. A merger. A promise."
My jaw tightened. "Kiefer and Jay."
"Your sister," she confirmed, "and my son. Heir to Watson Enterprises."
It wasn't a question. It was a contract.
Years ago, Serina needed my… unique skills to handle a business rival.
I delivered. Quietly. Cleanly. No traces.
Now she was paying the price: her oldest son for my sister.
A perfect alliance. Companies merging. Power consolidating.
But Jay…
She wouldn't understand. Not yet.
"She doesn't know," I said flatly.
Serina's perfectly arched brow lifted. "She will. The engagement party is tomorrow."
Tomorrow.
No warning. No preparation.
"She'll fight it," I warned.
Serina laughed softly — the kind of laugh that closes billion-peso deals. "Let her. Kiefer will wear her down. He always does."
I thought of Kiefer — that lollipop-chewing punk who somehow turned soft around Jay.
He'd protect her. Even if she hated him for it.
"Fine," I said. "But if she runs—"
"She won't." Serina stood, extending her hand. "Welcome to the family, Angelo."
I shook it. Firm. Final.
Driving home, my phone buzzed nonstop.
Lawyers. Contracts. Venue confirmations.
Jay would hate me for this.
Kiefer would hate me for this.
But business wasn't about feelings.
It was about power.
And tomorrow, our families would rule this city together.
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Author note
Whoa, major drama incoming! 😱 Would you like me to continue with Jay and Kiefer's mystery date (where she starts suspecting something's up), or the engagement party tomorrow where everything explodes? 💥