He Chose Love

Chapter2

Without waiting for more awkwardness, Peter stood up and gently took Amor’s hand. “Mother, excuse us. I’m taking Amor home.”

As they stepped into the hallway, Richard, Peter’s younger brother, appeared. He leaned casually against the wall, laughing mockingly.

“Oh, my sweet brother,” Richard teased. “Losing your spot as the favorite child already? And who’s this beautiful lady?”

He turned to Amor and offered a charming smile. “I’m Richard,” he said, extending his hand.

Amor, still shaken, could barely meet his gaze. “I… I’m Amor,” she stammered.

Peter’s jaw clenched. He wrapped his arm around Amor protectively. “Let’s go,” he said firmly, walking her past his brother without another word.

Once inside the car, Peter looked at her, his tone gentle but firm. “I love you, Amor. That won’t change.”

Amor remained quiet, still processing everything, but when they reached her home, they shared a passionate kiss and had the time of their life that words couldn’t.

As they pulled into the compound, voices rang out from inside. “Amor is back!” someone shouted joyfully. Her family rushed out, eager to hear about her visit.

“How was it?” they asked with wide smiles.

Amor managed a weak smile. “It went well,” she said, though her face told a different story. She glanced around. “Please, can I get something to eat? I haven’t had proper food today.” She walked quietly to her room, leaving a trail of silence behind her.

The next morning at the Burnacorp Mines building, Peter was in his office reviewing reports when his secretary entered.

“Sir, you have a visitor.”

Peter frowned. “I didn’t schedule any meeting. Who is it?”

“She said her name is Sandra Salemenda.”

Before he could say anything else, Sandra stepped into the room, oozing confidence. The secretary quietly closed the door behind her.

“Peter, darling,” she cooed, sitting down across from him. “How have you been?”

Peter barely looked up from his files. “Sandra, I’m busy. We’ll have to talk later.”

Sandra rose and walked over to his desk, leaning in. “Oh, Peter, you know you can’t avoid me forever. Our parents are already planning the wedding. My father and your mother want it to be the event of the year. Imagine it—front-page headlines, the wedding of the decade!”

Peter looked up, clearly irritated. “Sandra, please leave. I have work to do.”

Meanwhile, back at the Bernardo mansion, Richard stumbled into the house drunk once again. Their mother stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

“Richard! Have you no shame?” she scolded. “You come home like this every night!”

Richard’s eyes bloodshot and voice slurred, snapped back. “This is all your fault! You’ve always tried to control my life—what I do, where I go, who I should be. You’re doing the same thing to Peter now. Why should you decide who he marries? For power? For reputation?”

His mother’s face hardened. “I will continue choosing Peter over you. At least he doesn’t bring shame to this family’s name.”

Richard laughed bitterly. “Of course you will. He’s your perfect son. And I’m just the mistake.”

He stormed out, leaving her standing in the silence, prideful and unshaken.

The next day, Peter invited Amor to his house. But she hesitated. The memory of his mother’s coldness still lingered, making her anxious to return.

Eventually, Amor gathered her courage and went. At the gate, the security guard stopped her. “Please wait, I need to inform Mr. Peter you’re here.”

When Peter heard, he quickly responded, “Let her in right away.”

As Amor made her way through the compound, she ran into Richard. His eyes lingered on her with an unsettling gaze.

“Well, well,” he said, stepping in front of her. “You look absolutely stunning.” His voice was thick with lust. He reached out, brushed her hair back, and smirked. Amor lowered her head, avoiding his eyes.

“You’re too beautiful to be wasted in this house,” he continued. “Don’t you know Peter is already engaged to someone else? Come with me. I can make you happy—money, comfort, anything you want. But you? You’ll never be accepted here. My mother won’t let that happen.”

He burst into laughter.

At that moment, Peter, wondering why Amor hadn’t come in yet, stepped outside. He froze at the sight of Richard standing too close to her.

“What’s going on here?” Peter asked sharply.

Richard turned, still laughing. “Relax, brother. Can’t I have a word with my future sister-in-law?”

Peter didn’t laugh. He walked straight to Amor, who looked shaken. Seeing her expression, he softened.

“Don’t let anyone or anything make you doubt,” Peter said gently. “No matter what my family does, you are my choice.”

Those words gave Amor some comfort. She managed a small smile, holding on to Peter’s reassurance.

As time passed, Peter and Amor’s love continued to grow. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Despite the challenges, they remained strong. But Sandra remained persistent. After all, Peter was everything—young, handsome, successful, wealthy. Any woman would fight to have him.

Richard, on the other hand, couldn’t hide his obsession with Amor. His lust festered, dark and unchecked.

One afternoon, Amor decided to surprise Peter with his favorite dish. She entered the house, unaware that Richard was home—drunk and high.

Meanwhile Sandra who also planned on visiting Peter, at the door took a step backward when she overheard Richard and Amor, she peeped through the window but never said a word.

Amor greeted him politely and asked where Peter was. But instead of answering, Richard stepped toward her with an unsettling grin.

“Richard,” she said, uneasy, “I’ll scream.”

He smirked. “Scream all you want. No one’s here to hear you.”

Before she could react, he struck her. Amor lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Richard took advantage of her helplessness—and r***d her.

That same day, Peter, returning from a meeting, decided to visit Amor’s house. But when he arrived, her family looked confused.

“I thought she was with you,” someone said. “She left earlier to see you.”

Peter’s heart dropped. “She never came,” he replied quietly, uhm… I should get going then. He waved at them and made his way to his car.

Peter arrived home, but Amor was already gone. He ran into Richard and asked, “Was Amor here earlier?”

Richard smirked. “Oh yes, dear brother. She was. But something even better happened.”

Peter paused, uneasy. “What do you mean?”

Richard leaned in. “Your lovely Amor… she was amazing. We had a great time. She did not disappoint.”

Peter’s face tensed. “What are you talking about?” he asked, grabbing Richard by the collar.

Richard grinned wickedly. “She was good in bed,” he said, laughing darkly.

Peter’s heart sank. Confused and furious, he stormed out, jumped into his car, and drove to Amor’s house.

When Amor arrived—her face streaked with tears—Peter confronted her. “How could you do this?” he shouted. “Was it for money? How much did he pay you?”

Amor stood frozen, her tears falling harder. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Peter didn’t wait. He turned and left.

Days passed. Amor tried to explain, to tell him the truth—that Richard had r***d her. But Peter wouldn’t listen. She was left broken and alone.

Months later, the engagement of Peter Bernardo and Sandra Salemenda was announced.

Amor fell ill, so she went to see a doctor. After the consultation, the doctor quietly handed her a folded piece of paper.

She stepped outside, her heart beating faster with every step. Slowly, with shaking hands, she opened the note. Her eyes moved across the words.

She froze.

Her mouth dropped open

Pregnant?