Genevieve sat upright on her bed; a troubled expression etched on her face as Lorelei handed her a glass of water. "What? I thought you knew Stefan after the accident, Paano siya magiging parte ng nakaraan mo?" Lorelei exclaimed in surprise as Genevieve recounted her dream. "I don't know, but I remember Stefan mentioning that we attended the same high school, Ayaw ko mag isip nang masama tungkol sakanya at bakit hindi siya nagsabi nang totoo, Litong lito na talaga ako," Genevieve replied innocently. Lorelei's eyes narrowed as she pointed to the name 'Gabrielle' on their clue list. "What if the girl who pushed you off the Han River Bridge was Gabrielle? Malaking posibilidad kasi wala tayon matunkoy na lead about sakanya," she suggested, prompting Genevieve to shake her head vehemently. "I don't think it was her. It was never her and I'm sure about it," Genevieve defended the girl whose name she only knew. "Why are you defending a potential suspect who could have pushed you off a brid
The air in the studio hung heavy with tension, a palpable feeling that seemed to weigh down the very walls around Rowan as he paced back and forth. His footsteps echoed off the confined space, a stark reminder of his current predicament. Max, his imposing manager, had locked him inside, a clear sign of displeasure over Rowan's unauthorized outing with Genevive. But Rowan's mind was not trapped within the studio; it was consumed with worry for Genevive. She had collapsed earlier at the café, a troubling event that had shaken him to the core. The thought of her pale face and the fear in her eyes lingered in his mind, driving him to desperation."Kuya River, I need to see her, I want to know what happened to her, Kuya payagan ninyo na po ako," Rowan pleaded with his band leader, his voice laced with desperation."You can't just escape again and again, Manager Max will be furious, Lagot ka nanaman sakanya niyan," Wade interjected, his tone a blend of caution and firmness. The other membe
Sa umaga nang photoshoot, nakatayo si Genevieve sa harap ng kanyang salamin, malalim na pinag i-isipan kung ano ang nararapat niyang suotin sa araw din na iyon. She selected a beautiful pink sleeveless crop top that accentuated her slim stomach, paired with a denim skirt that grazed her knees. To complete her look and hide her prosthetic feet, she opted for knee-high black boots that exuded a sense of confidence and style, as well as showcase her fashion brand. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, she adjusted her bayonetta glasses, adding a touch of edginess to her ensemble."Perfect, I love this style. Kaso parang may kulang?" She talks to herself as she twirls slowly in the mirror, with a final glance at her reflection, Genevieve grabbed her white bag, ensuring she was ready for the day's events. Even though she was only a guest at the photoshoot, she wanted to present herself in the best light possible, especially in front of her ex, Stefan. It was Stefan's brother, Gavin, wh
--- 5 YEARS AGO ---Genevieve carefully mixed the ingredients for the cake, a soft smile on her face as she thought about Rowan. They had been inseparable since they were kids, their friendship blossoming into something deeper over the years. Rowan had left for London to study, and now he was finally returning home. It was his 19th birthday, and Genevieve wanted to make it special.'Ilang taon na ba kami at ilang taon ko na din ba 'tong ginagawa sa birthday niya?' Genevieve askedin her mind as she stare at their picture on the wall that was taken last year when she finally said yes to him, days before he was sent back to London,As she worked on the cake, memories flooded her mind. The laughter they shared, the tears they shed, the moments that brought them closer together. She couldn't help but feel grateful for having Rowan in her life. Just the thought of seeing him again after months apart made her heart flutter with anticipation.The timer beeped, signaling that the cake was read
It's the grand debut of my boyfriend, Stefan as an Idol that he dreams ever since I've met him, we've been together for long three years, yet it is hidden to the public as there are people like Idols who is not dating anyone, but it is not their story to tell as both of us have achieved our dream. Him as Idol and me, as a fashion designer and a million-seller owner of the brand "Eve's Apple" that came from my name, Genevieve Tiu, and also for us to Celebrate his dream that come true. Earlier in the morning, he decided to contact me to go to our favorite hidden park near my Apartment, I should be happy, right? Both of us achieved our dream, pero may mali. I saw his eyes today, the moment his feet land on stage, magkahalong lungkot, panghihinayang at takot. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyayari, ganyan na siya isang linggo bago pa ang araw na ito. Kaya di ako sigurado sa mararamdaman ko o kung ano ba dapat ang mararamdaman ko? For three long years, our love had blossomed and flourish
Stefan Aragon stood before the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, his reflection a stark reminder of the turmoil that churned within him. His eyes were red and swollen from the tears he had shed in the privacy of this very room, the weight of his decisions heavy on his shoulders. He ran a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, trying to compose himself as he gazed at the person staring back at him. "It's my decision. I have to go through all of this because it is all my fault. I deserve this," Stefan muttered to himself, the words echoing in the tiled space. The silence that followed was suffocating, amplifying the ache in his chest. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay resolute in the face of uncertainty. As his gaze lingered on the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the pair of ceramic figurines placed delicately on the bathroom counter. They were small, intricately painted, a memento of the three years he had shared with Genevieve. Memories flooded his mind, each momen
In a quaint little town nestled between crowded cities and whispering voices, there lived a twenty-three-year-old young lady named Genevieve. Her existence within the confines of her one big apartment had turned into a melancholic symphony as of late. The air, once filled with the sweet fragrance of budding flowers, now carried the weight of her solitude. On a particularly stormy night, when the heavens seemed to cry alongside her, Genevieve found herself clutching her tear-stained pillow, seeking solace in the gentle embrace of darkness. The pitter-patter of raindrops against her windowpane served as a somber lullaby, the only companion to her wailing heart. The memories of a love lost haunted her, whispering tales of promises broken and dreams shattered. Her world had crumbled like sandcastles at high tide, leaving behind only echoes of a happier past. As the storm raged outside, a tempest brewed within her soul, unleashing a torrent of tears that seemed never-ending. As the cloc
Sa gitna ng isang mataong lungsod, tila umaalingawngaw sa bawat pader ng apartment ni Genevieve dahil sa mabigat na katahimikan. Sa loob ng isang mahaba at pahirap na linggo, nailayo niya ang kanyang sarili sa mundo, nalulunod sa dagat ng di-maipaliwanag na kalungkutan. Her once-lively abode now felt cavernous, each room a hollow shell that mirrored the emptiness in her soul. The sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light upon Genevieve's motionless form. She lay tangled in a labyrinth of sheets, the soft hum of the outside world a distant murmur against the heavy silence that shrouded her. Her once vivacious spirit had crumbled beneath the weight of invisible burdens, leaving her adrift in a sea of melancholy. As morning dawned with ghostly fingers of light creeping through her windows, a sharp knock pierced the stillness, jolting Genevieve from her listless stupor. She stirred, brow furrowing in confusion. "Hindi ko matandaan na magkakaroon at tat