Keifer's pov :
Keifer stood ready, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that clung to his broad frame like it was made only for him.
The deep, rich brown fabric carried quiet power—elegant, sharp, commanding. The vest sat snug against his chest, the crisp white shirt beneath it clean and flawless. A patterned tie rested neatly at his collar, completing the look of a man who knew exactly who he was.
Every line of the suit spoke confidence.
Every detail whispered authority.
He didn't need to try.
He already owned the room.
And then the doors opened.
There she was.
My queen 👑.
Jay stepped in wearing a breathtaking black gown that hugged her figure like poetry written in silk. The dress flowed down effortlessly, elegant and powerful, making time itself feel slower.
The white floral details bloomed softly across her bodice, delicate yet striking—just like her. The dramatic puffed sleeves added a regal grace, framing her perfectly as if the world itself had designed the moment for her entrance.
She didn't just walk into the room.
She ruled it.
Every breath caught.
Every gaze froze.
And all I could think was—
She's mine.
She was so hot that every man's eyes were glued to my Jay.
The moment she walked in, the celebration truly began. Music filled the air, laughter followed, and we were celebrating our reception when a girl suddenly stepped forward.
"Mr. Handsome, do you want to marry—"
Before I could even answer, Jay spoke calmly, her voice steady.
"He's taken."
The girl frowned and looked at her.
"And who are you?"
"I'm his wife. Any problem?" Jay said.
I smiled—the kind of smile that could cut iron—before I could say anything.
The girl scoffed.
"Handsome, come with me. I'll give you whatever you want. She's just a gold digger, a slut, a whore. She's not even pretty enough for you, and she's bi—"
That was it.
My blood boiled.
Jay's eyes filled with tears as I cut her off.
"Shut up," I roared. "You filthy mouth. You don't have the right to talk about her like that. Say another word about her and I swear I'll buy a grave for you. Not just you—anyone who dares say something about her will face the same. I'd bury the whole fucking world alive just to keep her safe. Now shut your filthy mouth."
The hall went dead silent.
The girl broke down crying.
I stepped forward, my voice sharp and final.
"Her name is Jasper Jean Fernandez Mariano Watson. She's my wife. If anyone wants to talk about her, you talk to me—and I'll bury you alive."
I kissed Jay gently.
Everyone looked shocked, but I didn't give a damn.
Protecting her was the only thing that mattered.
I lifted her in a bridal carry and walked out of that reception hall. I took her straight to our hotel room and laid her down on the bed.
"Jay, are you okay?" I asked softly.
She nodded, her eyes soaked with tears.
I hugged her gently.
"Don't worry, babe. Nobody will come after you."
She hugged me back.
"Hmmm," she murmured, then pulled away.
"Keifer… I want to wear your shirt."
She was pouting—damn cute even after everything.
"I didn't bring any clothes," I said, then grabbed my phone and called David.
"Hello, Keifer. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Bring my t-shirts to the hotel near the reception."
"Okay."
I hung up and looked at Jay. She was fidgeting with her fingers.
"Babe, don't worry. I told David to bring my t-shirts."
She nodded.
"Keifer… I'm hungry," she said softly, pouting again.
I smiled.
"What do you want, babe?"
"Hmmm… pizza 🍕 and ice cream."
I chuckled and called hotel management.
Soon my phone buzzed again.
"Hello, Keifer. I'm here," David said.
"Okay, come up."
I went to the lobby, took the bag from him, and returned to the room.
She was scrolling through her phone when I entered. She smiled when she saw me.
I handed her the bag, and she went to the dressing room.
The doorbell rang—food.
When I came back with it, her face lit up as she opened the pizza box. She took a slice and dipped it into the ice cream—probably pregnancy cravings.
She walked over to me, climbed onto my lap, and kissed me.
I was surprised, but I kissed her back.
We pulled away.
"Thank you, Keifer," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For today."
My eyes softened.
"Babe, you're my everything ❤️. How could I not do something that small?"
She kissed me again.
After a while, I pulled back.
"Babe, it's getting late. We should sleep."
She nodded.
We lay down together. Her head rested on my chest, my hand on her belly 💞.
"Keif… am I really a gold digger?" she asked quietly.
I lifted her chin so she could look at me.
"No, babe. You're not a gold digger. You're my diamond 💎."
I kissed her forehead, and soon we drifted to sleep.
😴💤
Jay's POV
Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, brushing softly against my face.
I stirred awake and smiled when I felt Keifer hugging my belly 💞.
"Keifer, wake up. It's getting late, baby," I whispered.
"Hmmm," he murmured, clearly not ready to leave his dreams.
I narrowed my eyes playfully.
"New ninja technique," I declared. "Whoever wakes up first gets kisses."
He bolted upright instantly.
"Me!" he said, raising his hand ✋.
I laughed. Oh God, he's so cute like this.
I leaned forward and placed a soft peck on his lips before heading to the bathroom 🚿. After my bath, I slipped into Keifer's shirt 👕 and trousers, feeling comforted by his scent.
Today was the day.
I was leaving my family.
We were going to our house.
When we arrived, everyone was already gathered.
The moment my mom saw me, she hugged me tightly, tears already falling.
"Be safe, Jay," she said softly.
My eyes filled instantly.
Percy came next, hugging me tightly, crying real tears.
"Be safe, baby sistah. Don't miss your handsome, smart kuya," he said.
For a second, I thought he was serious—then he snapped out of it, making me laugh through my tears.
Aries hugged me gently.
"Be safe, Jay," he said, kissing my forehead.
Kuya Angelo followed, hugging me just as gently.
"Be safe," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
After all the hugs, my overprotective brothers turned to Keifer.
"If you make her cry, we'll design a coffin ⚰️ for you," they warned together.
I slapped my own forehead and stepped in front of my husband.
"Kuya, he loves me so much. He won't make me cry," I said firmly.
Keifer wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered into my ear,
"My wifey loves me so much, na."
I slapped his arm lightly and pulled away, smiling.
Finally, I hugged Dad.
"Be safe, princess," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Okay, Dad," I replied softly.
Keifer took my hand.
"Okay everyone, I'm taking my wife now."
We said our goodbyes and left for our new home 🏡.
I didn't even know how the house looked.
The car stopped.
I looked up—and there it was.
A huge mansion.
And standing there waiting for us… was Calix.
The living room welcomed us with warmth and quiet luxury.
Soft couches were arranged perfectly, the wooden floor gleaming under gentle light. Everything felt calm, elegant—like a place made for laughter, late-night talks, and shared silences.
"Do you like it, my wife?" Keifer asked, watching me closely.
I nodded, a small smile forming on my lips.
Before I could say anything more, Calix clapped his hands.
"Okay guys, now we'll go to the kitchen."
And just like that, we moved forward, my fingers still curled securely around Keifer's hand.
We saw the whole mansion it have everything which a mansion can have .
Then we went to terrace it was covered with beautiful plants.
The terrace stole my breath away.
The open sky stretched endlessly above us, cool evening air brushing against my skin. A sunken seating area surrounded a glowing fire pit, soft lights outlining every corner, making the place feel magical—intimate, private, ours.
"Okay guys, did you like the house?" Calix asked casually.
"I loved it," I said honestly.
Keifer leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear, his voice husky and low.
"More than me, huh?"
I gasped and slapped his arm.
Then we went to our bedroom to take rest as we were tired.
To be continued...
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Guys next chapter is going to be emotional and I literally cry while writing it.
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