Amelia’s World

Amelia

The subway always smelled like sweat and regret — but at six in the morning, medyo kaya pang tiisin. The doors creaked open, and a rush of stale air brushed past me. My coffee was lukewarm, my eyes burned from another sleepless night, and I was clutching a folder full of legal notes I couldn’t afford to forget.

Hindi ito ‘yung life na pinangarap ko noong grumadweyt ako. Top of my class, full of dreams — I swore one day I’d be a lawyer. My name on shiny office doors, my voice echoing in a courtroom, commanding respect. Pero isang taon matapos ‘yun, ayan ako — twenty-one, paralegal lang, drowning in utang and hospital bills, fighting to stay afloat between two jobs na parang walang pake kung mabuhay man ako o hindi.

Pero give up? Hindi pwede.

My mom needed her meds. My brother needed a future. And I needed to keep that promise I once whispered sa basag naming salamin sa banyo: I’ll make it. No matter how ugly the road is, I’ll make it.

The subway screeched into Midtown. Sumama ako sa agos ng mga taong nagmamadali, halos sabay-sabay ang tunog ng heels at cellphone rings. Pagdating ko sa law firm, kuminang ang marble floors sa lobby — parang nanunukso. The men in crisp suits walked past me, cufflinks shining like tiny insults. I straightened my secondhand blazer, praying na ‘di halata ang maliit na punit sa cuff.

At my desk, I buried myself in contracts, scanning for loopholes like my life depended on it—kasi totoo, oo, nakasalalay talaga doon ang buhay ko. No one thanked me for saving them from million-dollar mistakes. Pero ako, alam ko. And sometimes, I’d imagine — maybe someday, someone important will finally see me.

By lunch, my stomach was practically begging. Habang ‘yung iba nagkukwentuhan over their ₱600 salads, ako lumabas ng building, bumili ng pinakamurang sandwich sa food cart, and ate it while staring up at the skyscrapers. Power looked so effortless from the outside — all glass, all steel, all control.

I wanted that. Not the money, not the glamor — but the freedom. ‘Yung hinga na hindi mo kailangang kwentahin kung magkano.

And I’d get there. Kahit gumapang ako, kahit masugatan, I’d get there.

That night, nasa Queens na naman ako. Apron on, smile plastered, habang naglilingkod ng pasta at cheap wine. “Another glass of Chianti, sir?” I said with a voice that didn’t sound tired kahit basag na ang tuhod ko. By ten, I caught my reflection sa bar mirror — dark eyes, sharp jaw, hair pulled back. Pagod, oo. Pero hindi basag. Hindi kailanman basag.

Pag-uwi ko, tulog na si Mama sa sofa, oxygen machine humming softly beside her. I kissed her forehead, then went to my room — full of law books, notes, and highlighters that were barely surviving.

One day, I told myself as I underlined a sentence I didn’t even understand anymore. One day, I’ll stand in that courtroom. One day, I’ll prove it was all worth it.

Hindi ko pa alam noon — na may nagmamasid na pala. May isang tao nang nagpa-planong baguhin ang mundo ko.

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Adrian

The city never slept — and I liked it that way. From my penthouse window, Manhattan glittered beneath me. Lights. Power. Noise. The pulse of ambition.

At twenty-seven, I was the CEO of Blackwood Corporation — an empire built on precision, ruthlessness, and control. My father trained me to lead. My enemies trained me to win. And I never lost.

People called me cold. Arrogant. Ruthless.

They were right.

Compassion doesn’t build billion-dollar empires. Control does. Fear does. Power does.

But lately, everything felt… predictable. Every deal, every board meeting, every fake smile — all too easy. No challenge. No thrill.

Until this morning.

Another law firm was begging to represent me. Another room full of people trying too hard to impress me. I almost ended the meeting early — until a new voice cut through the noise.

Amelia Cruz.

A junior paralegal. Too young. Too underqualified. The kind of person no one notices. But I noticed.

Her voice was clear. Confident. Sharp. She didn’t stutter, didn’t shrink — kahit halatang kinakabahan. Everyone in the room went silent when she spoke.

For the first time in months, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time — interest.

Her file was thin, but impressive. Top of her class. No connections. Self-made. Scrappy.

A fighter.

Exactly the kind of person who shouldn’t exist in my world — and yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The fire in her eyes. The way her hands trembled but her words didn’t. She wasn’t fearless — but she refused to bow.

Dangerous. And interesting.

I wasn’t used to being challenged. Especially not by someone invisible to everyone else. But Amelia Cruz? She reminded me of myself. Before all of this. Before the empire. Before the billions.

She would cross my path again. I’d make sure of it.

And when she did — I’d find out whether she was just another ambitious dreamer… or the one woman who could break my control.

I poured myself a glass of scotch, the burn tracing down my throat as the city lights reflected in the crystal. Somewhere out there, Amelia Cruz was fighting to survive.

She didn’t know it yet.

But soon, she’d be fighting me.