LOGINTiara Villaraza is the only daughter of two business tycoons in the country. Of all the luxuries in life, she could ask for nothing more, except for one thing-- love. The love that can wash away the neglect, violence and abuse she feels from her parents. At the young age of sixteen, she realized that she secretly loved her math teacher. Unexpectedly, the opportunity to be with her teacher appeared in front of her like a wish granted. They are arranged to be married! Because she was too innocent and too gullible back then, she agreed to marry Trystan Fardein Fortez in Paris, France. She was so happy until her young heart broke. Due to depression, she decided to end her life. She then had a car accident that left her in a coma for a year, and she lost all her memories. In the blink of an eye, everything is gone. She has no choice but to start anew. New beginning, new memories, and new life. Then, something suddenly happened. The man she had forgotten for three years reappeared in her life. This person had become her professor who wantonly claimed her as if she were his property. At first, she was thrilled because of his handsome face and gorgeous body but there came a time when that admiration disappeared. What will happen if the memories she forgot suddenly come back? Will a Trystan Fardein Fortez, her professor, tame her again?
View MoreThe chilly night air smelled of smoke and barbecued meat. As sparks flew into the sky, I sat near the fire pit, feeling the warmth lick at my skin. There was a sizzling sound and the occasional chuckle as my dad and brother stood at the grill, rotating barbecue skewers. With a broad smile that never left her face, mom seated beside me. Her joy was almost childlike as she held out a stick with a marshmallow speared on the end. “Here, darling. Try it. Just hold it close enough to the fire until it turns golden.” She instructed.I took the stick, hesitating at first, then carefully angled it toward the flames. My chest tightened, an odd mix of nervousness and something softer. I never tried it before. I’m thankful that mom was here beside me.The huge table behind us rumbled with food. Trays of kakanin are placed next to bowls of fresh fruit, pancit and lumpia are carefully organized, lechon is shining in the lan
THE FIRST light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in gentle gold. I stirred, blinking sleep from my eyes, and realized I wasn’t surrounded by the warmth of the night’s embrace anymore.“Elle… wake up darling.” My mom whispered, nudging me gently.“Mom?” I sat up, rubbing my eyes.She smiled, her hand resting on my shoulder. “It seems we’re the only ones on the bed. The gentlemen… they’re probably downstairs. Preparing breakfast, I’m sure. After all, we’re their queen and princess.”I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the nickname feeling strange and yet comforting. “Queen and princess… huh?”She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Yes, my baby girl. Come on, let’s wash up and get dressed before the royal treatment begins.”I followed her downstairs after taking a fast shower and changing into a light morning dress. As the scent of freshly prepared food filled the hall, my stomach began to growl with excitement. My dad and brother
TIARA’S POVI held on to him. The weight of years of suffering, sorrow, and longing has fallen, and we are both trembling. Together, we sobbed, the silence of the mansion surrounding us containing our sorrow, our relief, and the fleeting happiness of being together at last.The unspoken sibling link, softened by trauma but reinforced by survival, was evident in that embrace. I realized for the first time that we had each other, even though the past could not be changed. And for some reason, that made everything feel a bit lighter.“I-I’m sorry if I shouted at you.” I spoke in my hoarse voice. I should have not blame him. I jumped into conclusion right away without hearing his explanation. “I’m sorry if I didn’t know…” I added. My voice cracked again.He hushed me and hugged me tightly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let’s forget about it. The important thing now is that… you’re home. I’m glad I have already found you. When I told our parents… they were over the moon. If I hadn’t stopped them,
TIARA’S POINT OF VIEW I sat in the living room as I await for Sir Hart’s return. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet, but I had been awake since before dawn. My eyes swollen from nights of restless thinking. I wrapped my arms around myself. The silence of the mansion was heavy, broken only by the distant chirping of birds greeting the morning. Two nights. I have seen Sir Hart's friends slipping down the corridor two nights ago, holding their breath as though the walls themselves might turn on them. That morning, when I found them spread like corpses on the couches in the living room, I knew something was happening. Since then, I have witnessed the same scene every night. Doors creaking softly, shadows creeping in toward Sir Hart's office and then out of the mansion, then returning hours later to drag Sir Hart back before dawn, tired and drained. ‘He’s doing this for me. He’s burning himself down just to free me from the organization.’ My chest tightened when I remembered about th
SID HART’S POINT OF VIEWThe sterile blue illumination of the monitors filled my workplace. Data lines moved across the screen. I decoded coded messages, shipments, and numbers. All of the threads pointed to the same cancer: the Spettro Organization, which has the audacity to hurt my younger sister.
T’S (HART’S FRIEND) POINT OF VIEWAs I was leaving the lot, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at the caller ID, Sid's name appeared on the screen. I put on the speaker and lit a cigarette before responding."Where are you, T?” His tone was clipped and tight as he inquired, eager to kno
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My mouth almost slipped, it is a good thing I stopped right away. Otherwise, I would be engaged into a scary scandal again. The first scandal I was involved in happened last semester, when the University Paper broadcasted that I liked Mark Mendoza. It was printed on the cover page of our s






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