The CEO’S Orphan Wife

The following morning, I awoke alone in bed, unsure whether Heather had spent the night here. The neatly arranged side of my bed hinted that she might have chosen her daddy’s villa instead.

This is currently a concern for me. She has grown accustomed to constantly being with her father. What if Ivan needs to return to Manila for his job? My child would undoubtedly be saddened. Despite Ivan assuring that he’ll stay here, I believe there will be a day when he must return for their company.

“Good morning, how are you?” Lucinda inquired, having noticed my tears the previous night as she prepared breakfast.

I responded with a subdued smile. “Ivan set up a tent last night. He and Heather slept in it,” she informed me. That explains why my daughter didn’t come up last night.

I approached them at the back, the laughter of my husband and daughter filling the air as Ivan playfully tickled our child.

Upon noticing my presence, they promptly got up, and Heather exclaimed, “Mommy!”

“Hello, baby. Good morning!” I embraced my child.

“Daddy and I slept in this tent. Too bad you couldn’t join,” she pouted.

“Yeah, indeed. Mommy had to work last night.”

“Good morning,” Ivan greeted beside me.

“How are you?” He stared at me intensely. A small smile played on his reddish lips, and I returned it with a slight one.

“Mommy’s flower is here!” Heather squealed upon hearing the chopper. It’s been over a month, but her reaction remains the same every time the chopper arrives. Ivan’s flowers have indeed leveled up, now accompanied by a love letter. It felt like I’d returned to childhood.

“Wow, mommy! I love your flowers!”

“Mommy loves them too.” Ivan’s smile grew wider.

“And daddy loves mommy; that’s why he showers her with plenty of flowers,” Heather reflected.

Ivan and I just exchanged glances.

“Let’s have breakfast first,” I invited them.

“Mommy, I want to go to the sandbar now.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Will you come, Mommy?”

“Sure, I don’t have work today.”

“Yes!”

Only the three of us went to the sandbar. Despite my insistence, Chelle and Lucinda didn’t join. I sat on the side, watching Ivan and my daughter swim, and took some pictures of them.

When the sun became too hot, we sought shelter under the trees near the shore. I laid out a picnic blanket and prepared our lunch, including fruits, chicken, and spaghetti, fulfilling Heather’s request.

After eating, Heather suggested building a sandcastle.

“Aren’t you tired, baby?” Ivan asked.

“No, I’m not because I’m happy!” She grinned, and I smiled.

Heather has been experiencing immense joy because of her father’s presence. Ivan tenderly caressed her head.

“I love you, Heather,” he declared.

Heather responded with a gleeful giggle.

“I love you too, Daddy!” She plunged her hands into the sand, announcing her next venture. “I’m going to build the grumpy prince’s castle.”

As she worked on her sandy creation, a question popped into her mind. “Daddy, what happened to the young princess and the grumpy prince?”

Ivan’s smile held a hint of nostalgia as he replied, “The grumpy prince did everything he could to win back the princess. He’s still pursuing her.”

Heather expressed her anticipation. “No happily ever after just yet?” she inquired with a slight pout.

Ivan chuckled. “Patience is a virtue, baby.” Together, they continued to construct the castle in the sand.

“This is where the young princess and the grumpy prince live. They will have three babies,” Heather declared with certainty.

Ivan laughed at his daughter’s imaginative storytelling.

Three babies, really? So, I have to get pregnant twice more? A sudden realization struck me as I observed Ivan. He was entirely absorbed in their creative endeavor.

“The young princess and the grumpy prince will live happily ever after with their three babies here,” Heather continued, weaving her narrative.

“Soon, baby,” Ivan whispered, his attention still on the castle taking shape under their hands.

“The young princess thinks that the grumpy prince really loves her,” I interjected with a smile, catching Ivan off guard.

He looked at me in surprise, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“The young princess was afraid to try again, but…”

“The grumpy prince will prove to the princess how much he loves her,” Ivan added, his eyes turning red.

I swallowed and wiped the corners of my eyes as we gazed at each other for a few minutes.

“The young princess accepted the grumpy prince again,” I said almost in a whisper.

Ivan’s eyes widened, but eventually, he let out a sob. This only made me cry even more.

“Mommy, Daddy, why are you crying? The story of the young princess and the grumpy prince isn’t supposed to be sad.”

We laughed. “We’re just happy.”

Ivan approached me and held my hands. “Myla, did you really mean it? Can we make up?”

I nodded. “Thank you! Thank you.” He hugged me tightly, almost making it hard for me to breathe.

“I love you, Myla.”

“I love you too, Ivan. I love you too.”

“I want a hug too!” Heather joined in. In the afternoon, we returned home with happiness evident on our faces.

“It looks like things have been settled,” Lucinda commented when I found her and Chelle in the living room.

“That’s good,” Chelle sighed. “I’m the one getting tired of your drama.”

I believe Ivan has learned from his past actions and won’t jeopardize my trust, our relationship, or our family again. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a chance to discuss matters further after dinner, as we were both exhausted and fell asleep.

The following morning, I was roused from sleep by the continuous sound of a helicopter. Despite my grogginess, I forced myself to investigate. Descending the stairs, I discovered that my family was missing, prompting me to search outside.

There, I found Chelle in pajamas, obviously struggling to wake up, while Lucinda and Heather were equally disoriented due to the helicopter’s noise. In contrast, Ivan appeared composed and well-prepared.

My attention was drawn to the hovering chopper directly in front of us. Suddenly, it began showering us with what initially seemed like confetti, but turned out to be flowers when they landed. Lucinda and Heather joyfully screamed, but I remained bewildered.

What was happening?

“Myla…” When I turned to Ivan, he was already kneeling, holding a ring adorned with a pink stone, gazing up at me.

“Will you marry me?”

“Say yes, Mommy!”

I chuckled, nodding as I reached for Ivan’s hand.

“Yes, Ivan. I will marry you.”

The ring on my finger sparkled beautifully as Ivan embraced me.

“Thank you. I’ll be good from now on.”

I chuckled. “You’d better be!”

“You didn’t even inform me about this; I couldn’t even prepare. I could have at least gotten a manicure.”

“Was that necessary? You always look beautiful.”

“You’re just teasing me. Okay, fine. I’ll just take a quick shower.”

“You’ve already showered; we could have done it together,” I joked before leaving them. However, I was surprised when he followed me.

“Where are you going?” I asked, laughing, as we quickly climbed the stairs.

“I’m going to go shower, together with you.”

“You’re crazy! Our child might think something else.”

“No, they won’t. Come on. I’ve missed you so much.”

“We’re just going to shower, right?” I laughed as he suddenly pulled me in for a hug.

“Thank you, Myla. I love you. I miss you.”

He reached a point of unbearable desire. Initiating the removal of my clothes, his lips persistently sucked my neck and shoulders.

I gazed upwards, stifling my moans, mindful of the room’s lack of sound insulation. He embraced me, effortlessly lifting me, and in response, I clung to him, encircling my legs around his hips. Our eyes locked, ablaze with mutual longing and burning desire.

He flashed a smile before pulling me into another passionate kiss. The intensity became irresistible.

Succumbing to the moment, I reciprocated the kiss, my hands firmly grasping his shoulders. We shared a lingering embrace of desire until we found ourselves in the bathroom.

He pressed me against the cold tiled bathroom wall as our lips entwined in a passionate dance. A fiery sensation enveloped my body. Oh, goodness!

The gentle cascade of the shower water began. I ache for him deeply. I miss him so much.

His tender kisses traversed a path downward, lingering on my chest. Delicately, he began to fondle and explore them.

“Your boobs got bigger.”

“Suck it,” I ordered hoarsely, and he immediately did.

“Oh, Ivan!” It’s been ages since I’ve yearned so intensely for sex. Damn! I think I’m close to an orgasm.

“It felt good, Ivan. Suck it more…”

I nearly enfolded him in the embrace of my chest as his touch delicately grazed my womanhood.

The intensity of my arousal made me so sensually responsive that his exploring finger glided effortlessly, rhythmically, traversing the contours of my essence.

“Oh, love. Oh, babe!”

After my first orgasm, he replaced his manhood with his finger that had just been plunging in and out of my pussy.

“Ivan!” It feels as though I might instantly pass out to the overwhelming goodness coursing through me.

“Fuck! I miss you, Myla. Damn! It feels so good.”

He started moaning while one of my nipples sucked by him. It’s absolutely exquisite!

“Ivan! Oh, yes! Deeper please!”

His hardness hasn’t been inside me for long, yet I sense another wave of ecstasy approaching.

Fueled by the anticipation and the longing for each other that had built up during our moments of restraint, we both succumbed to pleasure… we came simultaneously!

And we’re not done yet. Ivan was taking me from behind while massaging my chest.

“So tight! Oh! Fuck!”

He claimed me tirelessly, and our intimate connection unfolded for an entire hour in the bathroom. Thankfully, Heather remained downstairs.

I only pray that the sounds of our shared pleasure didn’t reach their ears.