Who is Evo Montero

Three months earlier

Evo Montero still mourning after yesterday's burial ceremony of his wife.

It's raining outside his condominium unit and he's just standing there looking at his outside window with sadness in his eyes.

Evo Montero, also known as Mr. VIP has no children and was married for two years to his fourth wife Alana Becca Montero but unfortunately, she died last week after being diagnosed with kidney cancer. It's her burial ceremony yesterday but he's still longing for her absence.

"Hmmph, why did you leave me so suddenly my dear?", he took a deep sigh after taking one stick of cigarette from the pocket of his slacks.

He wants his sorrow to pass away just like how Beca left him so quickly through his premium tobacco but it's still the same until he made a better idea. He doesn't want to order any food from the hotel so he decided to call his driver to bring him to the supermarket.

Gary who was his driver for ten years looks surprised about his boss's plans for dinner.

" Sir, hmm, are you sure that you don't want to eat here?", you can see the layered skin on his forehead.

Gary was forty, five years younger than his boss but he looks mature and he was a healthy guy with a big tummy. If you will see him compared to his boss, he's older at his age but Evo looks ten years younger than his age.

"Just do as I say! I'm not a child anymore. I'd rather want to eat my personal cooked dish besides I can teach them my new recipe." He widened his eyes at first but eventually, he began to feel calm.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry for asking you. Shall we go?", Gary asks for his forgiveness and Evo just taps his back and smiles.

" Like we're not best friends right?", he said and they both laugh at one another.

Yes, Evo was laughing with his driver Gary. He's not his driver but he's a family to him, his best friend and brother. They both came from a poor families but Evo's mom got lucky to marry and rich businessman, Mr. Vera Montero III. When his mom became his legal wife, he took them from the stinky squatter area in Cavite and brought them to his mansion. He became Evo Montero but it's not his real name anyway.

They were both navigating the roadway when Gary started the conversation.

"Are you fine? You don't look okay to me, just my opinion, bro", he told him but Evo just set a plain smirk on his lips.

" I'm good. Don't worry, I understand Alana. I'm happy and relieved that she's in good hands now. She won't suffer any pain anymore." There's grief in his tone while answering his friend.

Gary just gusts for air and the car went back to silence again until they arrived at the supermarket.

"We're here!", Gary said happily, and then he was the one to swing the car door open.

" Thank you," Evo said while wearing a cap and sunglasses to hide his identity.

He's not comfortable shopping, especially in public places where people started to recognize him and took pictures with him. He's one of the media personalities so reporters from any TV/Radio stations or magazines company are always tailing him. At age of 45, he's still as hot as hell. No one can deny his masculine aura and being a hottie.

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Evo POV

I took my baseball cap and put on my sunglasses to hide my identity. I don't want to make a scene here again. They had enough of my personal information already.

"Gary, just wait for me here, okay. I'll just grab some ingredients for my new recipe." I said to my driver and he just nod his head.

I left him in the car and I walked on my own to enter the supermarket when someone struck my eyes. I don't know what I feel this time but I heard my heartbeat beating rhythmically like she was giving me a heart attack.

A lady in a floral simple pink dress seems to have a hard time carrying her grocery bags. It's not what caught my attention towards her but her appeal. She looks hot in her dress which was suited to her and her curly burgundy hair made her look like Thalia. I know she's not in line with my age because she had fewer wrinkles and freckles on her face. Maybe she's in her thirties.

I ran to help her.

"Ma'am, are you okay? Let me take these bags for you." I said while getting it from her but she refused.

"No, it's okay. I can carry ---", she didn't finish her words when she almost fell to the ground but I manage to catch her and took some of her grocery bags.

" See, you can't. Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just want to help." I draw a sweet smile on my face so that made her trust me.

She took a sigh and decided to accept my help. I'm glad because, after this, I will try to ask her name.

"Thank you. Just follow me to the parking area." She nicely instructed me so I help her until we arrived.

I saw Imus, Cavite in front of the jeep. It's a signboard of where she lived.

"Thank you, again mister. Without you, I don't know how to get here. I'm sorry about earlier." She told me and I shook my head trying to tell her that it was fine for me.

She was about to hop on the jeep when I ask her name.

"Ahm, may I know your name? Just for formality. We can't tell, we will cross paths again." I said while looking at her.

I saw her cheeks turn puffy red which I find lovable.

"Margaret. Just call me Margaret and you are---", before she could finish asking me, the jeep turned crowded so I told her to step up.

I put my hands inside my pocket to get my wallet and get one of the business cards.

" Here is my card. You can check my name and number. Take care!", I said and she quickly took it.

Then I realized that the jeep was gone and so was Margaret. I'm just praying that she will contact my number.

I don't know but I felt a strong attraction toward her. I almost forgot that my fourth wife just died.