I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

After three years:

Samarra smiled and walked proudly into the Sydney airport, where her father’s private plane was waiting. Almost everyone she encounters in the airport avoids her way.

Because ten prominent men surrounded her, all dressed in black suits from head to toe. Her Daddy Frost accompanied her to their bodyguard. Her father, Daddy Frost, agreed to let her travel alone to the Philippines on the condition that she bring a bodyguard at least to the Sydney airport. Ensure her safety. According to her Daddy Frost on the plane, she will be allowed to travel to the Philippines alone as she had promised. She intends to live a simple life. There was no assistant or bodyguard.

Samarra took a look at her phone. At the time, it was two o’clock in the morning. That is very likely. She arrived in the Philippines around nine o’clock in the morning. Her journey will last precisely eight hours. She couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. She had no idea what or who she was doing it for. Is that a prophecy for Ezekiel? Or for the man she intends to marry?This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Samarra sighed and folded her arms in her seat. After her debut last month. Her parents quickly arranged for her to be married.

Imagine, she will be married three weeks from now. She was just shaken by the memory of their conversation with her mother.

Samarra had just finished her taekwondo lesson. As soon as she entered their home, she was immediately greeted by her mother, Mommy Samantha.

She hugged her. “Honey, how’s your training?” she guided her into the house.

She smiled at his mother. “Mom, my back is aching.” Simultaneously rubbing on her back. How many times did her Couch throw her?

“Whoa! Is it hurt? You want a massage?” she said and stroked her back.

She shook her head and tried to smile. She didn’t want her mother to worry about little things anymore. She didn’t want to, and she also had someone around her. They sat on the sofa, and she saw the happy twinkle in her mother’s eyes.

“Honey.”

Mommy Samantha’s mother took a deep breath as if she had something good to say to her.

“You’re getting married one month from now.” Happy to announce this to her. They even folded their hands. Her eyes are shining with joy. Samarra seemed to want to fall off her seat at the news brought by her mother.

She sighed. She probably would not have wanted to go to the Philippines if it hadn’t been for her conversation with her mother. Also, get to know Zachary personally.

Samarra had just arrived at the airport. She noticed a man standing nearby. Wearing a white shirt, denim pants, and white sneakers. He tied his hair back. He wears eye-catching sunglasses. He drew women’s attention. As she approached him, she smiled. His good looks haven’t faded.

“Kiel!” screamed Samarra as she dashed to the young man’s location. She clung to the man’s neck right away.

“I miss you,” she whispered to Ezekiel.

The corner of Ezekiel’s mouth raised. “I miss you even more now, Babaysot.”

She even frowned, oblivious to the fact that Samarra had lifted her. Did Ezekiel lift me?

“I thought you were busy? And you couldn’t pick me up?” she asked sweetly, trying to be cute.

“I can’t do that to you, and as I promised you, I’ll pick you up once you’re here in the Philippines, please?” Ezekiel pinched her cheek. “Stop pouting. You look like a duck face,” he reprimanded with a smile.

She caressed her cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep the smile from showing. Ezekiel receives the pack bag and luggage from her.

“Oh, my God! Is that Ezekiel Buenavista?”

“Oh, my gosh! He’s handsome.”

“The lady’s luck is with him.”

“Am I dreaming?”

Samarra was shaken by what she had heard. She cast a glance at the man who was accompanying her. He doesn’t appear to be cared for by those around him. At the same time, the woman continues to drool at him.

Oh, my goodness!! My dream car and the racers’ as well. Her parents have disallowed her from driving alone. Since she was involved in an accident, she was also banned from competing in car racing events.

“Kiel, is this the latest jaguar?”

“Do you like it?” Ezekiel asked as he handed her bag to his driver.

“Really?”

Ezekiel laughed aloud; almost everyone looked at them as if the laughter was sexy.

“No, I’m just asking.” Samarra winced at what she heard.

“Tsk, I knew it.”

Ezekiel just smiled at what she said. Ezekiel guided her to get into the car. To her annoyance, she could not help but push inward. She looked at him quickly and glared.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Whoa! Easy, I’m not laughing.”

Tss? She even deafened her. Tsk sat down with her arms folded and moved her legs slightly so they didn’t stick together. She nearly broke her neck to keep from looking back.

When she couldn’t take the silence any longer, she asked, “Any updates on Ate Gab?”

Ezekiel smirked bitterly and averted his gaze. She could even hear Ezekiel sigh.

“It’s almost two years now; there’s no trace if she left the country. Even my PI has no information to give.”

Samarra looked Ezekiel in the eyes. Despite his bravery, he had an anguished expression in his eyes. She had the impression that Ezekiel loved his wife. She had no idea why that girl had abandoned Ezekiel, but she was confident she would regret it. In case Ezekiel gets tired of looking for that girl.

“I’m sure you’ll see her, and I’ll pray for it.”

“Thank you, Babaysot.” He’s whispering in her ears.

She was completely taken aback. “Hmm… I’m the one who is concerned, but it appears that you make me poke fun.” Ezekiel grabbed her chin and pressed his face against hers.

“That was my sweetest endearment, Baby,” Ezekiel kindly said.

She almost squinted at the closeness of his face to her.

Samarra swallowed and looked around. “Wait a minute, where is your brother? We’re getting married in three weeks.”

Is it because we will be married in three weeks? I hope he tries to fetch me, even just pretending.

“Don’t you want to stay in the mansion?” Ezekiel refuses to answer.

“No, I’m OK with staying in your penthouse. And it’s not a good idea for me to stay in the mansion because your brother and I aren’t married yet. Why don’t you suggest the other option, such as the villa? I read in an article that your villa costs around two million pesos for a single night.

He chuckled. “If you want to experience our villa. All right, I’ll allow it. But? We can stay together.”

Ezekiel’s words made her stumble. Really? He wants to stay in the same villa as me. Wait? Is that what you want to define? Shit! She became nervous all of a sudden.

“No, it’s OK for me to use the penthouse.”

Ezekiel gave her a soft nod. And fixed their gaze in their direction. She felt deprived.

“So, you will study at Stieford University. What course will you take up?” Ezekiel asked, touching her chin again to meet their gaze.

“BS Construction Engineering and Management,” she replied weakly.

“Wow!” He whistled.

“But what is it that you want? I mean, I know you want to be a fashion designer,” he asks more directly.

“Yes, but as the only child, I have no choice but to help my family’s business. In addition, I can take a short course in Paris.”

Samarra could see the disappointment on Ezekiel’s face as he looked at her response.

He shook his head. “Anyway, you’re an obedient child, and getting married isn’t a problem for you?” Ezekiel’s tone of voice indicated his disgust with her.

“Hmmph, are you there? I’ll take a quick nap; wake me up,” Samarra said, leaning against the window.

She looked at Ezekiel and drew her head against his chest. “Sleep,” he could say authoritatively. If it’s not a command from here, it’s not a request.

It’s almost like a magic spell. That was right after I said that. Her eyes instantly closed. She slept for a few hours as well. Someone had just kissed her hair. And, of course, caressing her back. She caught a whiff of something fragrant. As a result, she drew her body closer to the one she was embracing. Her left hand moved freely from his brow to his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin, and it was rough, a sign of a growing beard. She slid her hand down his neck and shoulders to his hard chest.

She heard a muttered curse softly, so her hand went even lower. She moaned as someone held her wrist tightly.

“Little witch, don’t go any further down your hand; I’m just holding back as much as possible,” Ezekiel whispered.