The Not So Regular Cinderella Love Story
Dalia Reyes came to the city chasing dreams—not trouble.
But being undocumented means she’s always one step away from losing everything she’s worked for. Cleaning condos for people who don’t even know her name, she’s learned to survive quietly, invisibly… until one bad day throws her right into the path of Lucas Daniels the cold, arrogant, impossibly handsome billionaire heir who seems to have it all, except what he wants most: his father’s approval.
When Lucas powerful father demands he “settle down” or lose his inheritance, Dalia becomes the most unlikely solution to his very expensive problem.
The deal is simple: a fake marriage. Six months. No strings attached.
But nothing about their arrangement stays simple for long.
Because somewhere between the lies, the late-night arguments, and the moments they forget it’s all pretend—Dalia starts to feel something dangerously real.
And when secrets from both their worlds collide, they’ll have to decide what’s worth saving: the truth, their freedom… or each other.
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Chapter: Chapter 30: Through the Night Dalia’s POV My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of him underneath. His hands slid to my waist—firm, certain, as if he had already memorized the shape of me in his head long before this moment became real. The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kind of kiss that pulls the air out of your lungs and replaces it with heat. I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes until he gently broke the kiss, but only by a breath. Just far enough that I could feel his forehead almost touching mine, his breathing uneven, matching mine. “Say it again,” he whispered. The lights from the city flickered against his face, making his eyes look darker, hungrier. I could feel the intensity rolling off of him, the restrained chaos he’d been carrying all night. “Dalia.” His voice was low, almost rough. “Say it again.” My heart drummed so loudly I was certain he could feel it through my chest. “I like you,” I breathed. “I really like you.” His
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Chapter 29 :The Kiss Dalia’s POV “Where are we going, Lucas? What if your dad comes looking for us?!” I asked, tugging at his arm, my voice squeaky with a mix of panic and indignation. He didn’t answer. Not a word. He just kept walking, dragging me along like I was a suitcase he couldn’t leave behind. I glanced up at him—and froze. His face was sharp, unreadable, almost frightening in its seriousness. Oh no. Dalia, you overacted earlier. Congratulations—you just summoned the Dark Lucas. We passed the reception desk. He stopped abruptly. “I’m taking the penthouse tonight,” he said to the receptionist, his voice low, controlled… dangerously confident. The receptionist practically jumped out of her shoes. “But sir… your father reserved the penthouse for a friend—” “Tell him I took it,” Lucas interrupted, already tugging me toward the elevator. My eyes went wide. Penthouse? What the hell are we doing in a penthouse? My heart started racing. As soon as the elevator doors clo
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: Chapter 28: Hide and SeekDalia POV The car ride felt like being trapped in a coffin—except I was alive, painfully aware, and sitting beside a man who suddenly forgot how to breathe like a normal human. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. If a single pin dropped, I swear it would’ve echoed. I kept my eyes glued to the window, pretending the passing trees were fascinating. Spoiler: they weren’t. But they were a good distraction from the silence slowly suffocating me. Then Lucas, apparently allergic to awkward silence, cleared his throat and said, “So… ready for the party?” In the most cool-guy, nothing-bothers-me tone imaginable. I forced a smile that probably looked like I was in the middle of a dental procedure. “Yeah… sure.” He smirked. I hate that he can read me that easily. When we reached the party, I instantly regretted being born. People swarmed around us like we were on display. And then—because life hates me—his father announced our presence in front of everyone during
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Chapter: Chapter: 27 He’s Loosing it Lucas’ POV Seven in the evening: Honestly, I should’ve gone home hours ago. My dad only needed me for a few minutes—for one very specific favor: buying his favorite tobacco. The one only I know where to get. Yeah, I know—ridiculous. But the truth is, that’s his way of showing affection whenever I visit the Philippines. A strange father-son love language, but… ours nonetheless. After buying it, I just had it delivered to him through his driver. And then instead of going straight home, I found myself drifting to my old penthouse a couple blocks away. Not because I needed anything there—God knows that place is practically unused—but because I needed space. Or more specifically: distance. From someone. Yeah. From Dalia. Call me insane, but the way she looked this morning… it changed everything I thought I had under control. Actually, scratch that. I already knew something was happening inside me long before today. Her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she tries
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Chapter: Chapter 26: Confused Dalia’s POV “I told you the gown fits perfectly on you, iha,” Aling Feli said, her grin wide as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. I froze, hands fidgeting at my sides. I wanted to look in the mirror, but my stomach felt like it had joined a rollercoaster ride. This was… daring. Way more daring than anything I’d ever worn. Not scandalous, mind you, but showing just a little more skin than I was used to. The neckline teased my cleavage ever so slightly, and the slit… well, it reached mid-thigh. I might as well have been waving a little “look at me” flag. “Come on, iha, look at yourself in the mirror,” Aling Feli encouraged, gently guiding me to the full-length mirror. I hesitated, taking tiny steps, feeling like a penguin learning to waddle gracefully. Slowly, I tilted my head up and stared. My reflection froze me in place. Was that me? Honestly, it felt like someone had swapped my body with a magazine model’s overnight. Elegant, confident… scary. And here I was in
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Chapter: Chapter 25: We’re Going to The Party Dalia’s POV The next morning—like always—I was the last one to wake up. Businessmen really do have a built-in body clock. Lucas wakes up like he’s scheduled for a 7 a.m. board meeting every day. Meanwhile, if I don’t have a morning gig, I basically resurrect at noon. As soon as I opened my eyes, I noticed something else he’s very consistent about: Lucas is ridiculously organized. Like, museum-level neatness. In the few days we’ve been together, I haven’t seen a single mess in his room. Even now—after sleeping right beside me—his side still looks perfect. His pillows are neatly propped against the headboard, his blanket folded like a hotel demo piece. And the bathroom? Spotless. His clothes? Folded before going into the laundry bin. And then there’s… my side of the bed. Yeah, let’s not describe that. I suddenly felt shy. A little pressured to be clean. Not that I’m complaining. It’s just… interesting. Kind of fascinating, actually, that a guy like him exists. Not
Last Updated: 2025-11-27
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