chapter 1

Francheska shone like a star in the Philippine entertainment industry. Her fans adored her, mesmerized by her captivating performances and stunning beauty. She was the epitome of perfection, with a smile that could light up a room and a charm that could disarm even the toughest critics. But behind the glamour and glitz, a secret lay hidden. A secret that only a select few knew, and one that would change everything.

As a child, Francheska had been fragile and delicate. Her parents had shielded her from the outside world, fearing that she might get hurt or fall ill. They had been overprotective, but it was out of love and concern for their daughter's well-being. But despite their best efforts, tragedy had struck when Francheska was just a child.

One day, Francheska wanted to see the world run away by her own. while walking in the woods, Francheska had fallen into a pitfall trap. She had been exploring the woods, her curiosity getting the better of her, when she stumbled upon a hidden pit. She had fallen in, injuring her leg and scraping her knees. As she lay there, injured and scared, a boy had stumbled upon her.

"Let me out of here!" Francheska demanded, her voice stubborn and defiant. "I can climb out myself!"

The boy looked at her with concern. "You're hurt," he said gently. "You can't climb out. Let me help you."

Francheska glared at him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I don't need your help," she insisted. "Just give me a rope or something."

The boy sighed and climbed down into the pit. "Fine," he said. "But you're going to have to lean on me. You're not going anywhere without my help."

Francheska huffed, but she knew she had no choice. She reluctantly accepted the boy's help, and he carefully lifted her out of the pit. As they reached the top, the boy smiled and said, "I'm glad I could help you. My name is David, by the way."

"I'm Francheska," she replied, her voice still stubborn, but slightly softer.

David smiled and nodded, but before he could say anything else, Francheska's expression changed. "Thanks for helping me," she said quickly. "But I have to go."

With that, Francheska started to walk away, and David called out, "Wait! I can walk with you!" But Francheska didn't look back, and David watched as she disappeared into the trees. He shrugged and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Francheska's parents, who had been searching for her, finally caught sight of her walking away from the pit. They rushed towards her, but before they could reach her, a loud clap of thunder boomed, and a lightning bolt struck Francheska, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Francheska's parents screamed in horror as they rushed to their daughter's side. They were devastated by what they saw, and their world was turned upside down. Francheska's body was badly injured, and it seemed like all hope was lost.

Desperate to save his daughter, Francheska's father, a brilliant scientist, had created a revolutionary robotic system that would sustain her life. He had implanted a scientific brain transplant where electricity make her brain follow, allowing Francheska to live a life controlled by a remote. It was a risk, but it was the only way to save her.

Years went by, and Francheska grew into a talented actress, her father's control guiding her every step. She became a household name, and her fans worshiped her. But Francheska's own desires and feelings remained locked away, hidden behind a mask of perfection.

As Francheska's fame grew, so did the pressure to maintain her perfect image. She was constantly surrounded by her father's team, who monitored her every move and ensured that she stayed on script. They controlled her every word, every gesture, and every action. Francheska was a puppet on strings, with her father pulling the marionette's handles.

Despite the pressure, Francheska began to feel a sense of disconnection from her own life. She felt like she was living someone else's dream, someone else's life. She longed for freedom, for autonomy, for the ability to make her own choices. But her situation didn't allow for it.

Francheska's father was always watching, always controlling. He was the one who decided what she wore, what she said, and what she did. He was the one who programmed her robotic system, who ensured that she stayed on track. Francheska was trapped in a life that wasn't hers, a life that was dictated by her father's desires.

But deep down, Francheska's desire for freedom and autonomy simmered, waiting to erupt. She dreamed of breaking free from her father's control, of living her own life, of making her own dream.

As the years passed, Francheska's fame continued to soar. She became a beloved icon in the Philippine entertainment industry, known for her captivating performances and stunning beauty. But despite her success, Francheska felt trapped. She was living a life that wasn't hers, a life that was controlled by her father's every command.

One day, Francheska's father called her into his study. "Francheska, I have a new project for you," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "It's a high-profile endorsement deal with a major brand. You'll be the face of their new campaign."

Francheska nodded, her expression neutral. She knew better than to question her father's decisions. She would do as she was told, without hesitation.

But as she left her father's study, Francheska couldn't shake off the feeling of restlessness. She felt like she was living in a cage, a cage that was slowly suffocating her. She longed for freedom, for the ability to make her own choices and live her own life.

As she walked through the mansion, Francheska caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stared at her reflection, her eyes searching for a glimpse of the person she used to be. But all she saw was a stranger, a stranger with a perfect smile and a flawless complexion.

Francheska's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. She pulled it out and saw a text from her manager. "Meet me at the studio at 2 pm for a fitting," the text read.

Francheska sighed and put her phone away. She knew she had to go, but a part of her wanted to rebel. She wanted to break free from the script and forge her own path.

As she made her way to the studio, Francheska couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be free. Free to make her own choices, free to live her own life. She felt a spark of determination ignite within her, a spark that would soon become a flame.

At the studio, Francheska met with her manager and the team from the brand. They discussed the details of the campaign, from the script to the wardrobe. Francheska listened attentively, her expression neutral.

But as the meeting progressed, Francheska's mind began to wander. She thought about her life, about the choices she had made, and about the choices she wanted to make. She thought about her father, about the control he had over her, and about the freedom she longed for.

As the meeting came to a close, Francheska felt a sense of resolve. She knew she couldn't stay trapped forever. She would find a way to break free, to live her own life, and to make her own choices. The question was, how?

Francheska left the studio, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew that her life was about to change, and she was ready. She was ready to take control, to forge her own path, and to live her own life.

But little did Francheska know, her journey to freedom would be fraught with challenges. Challenges that would test her courage, her strength, and her determination. Challenges that would push her to the limit, and beyond.

Would Francheska be able to overcome these challenges? Would she be able to break free from her father's control and live her own life? Only time would tell. But one thing was certain, Francheska's life was about to take a dramatic turn, a turn that would change her forever.