PROLOGUE

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“Ahhh!!” Astrid moaned softly. She couldn’t stop herself because of the strange sensation she was feeling for the very first time.

“Don’t moan too much, lady… ahh, you’re so tight!” Apollo said as he enjoyed a night with the waitress, Astrid.

After that exhausted night , the billionaire newcomer to their town and the young waitress both fell into a deep sleep.

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Morning came, and Astrid suddenly woke up from her slumber.

“Sh*t!” she exclaimed.

She quickly stood up, and even though her thighs were sore, she forced herself to look for her clothes.

“Where’s that d*mn shirt!!” she shouted.

When she found it, she immediately grabbed it and put it on.

“Astrid!! Where have you been? My God, your moan reached my room, I try to stop you but you wouldn’t stop!” her best friend Jennifer teased.

Astrid hurried out and faced her best friend, walking with a limp because of what happened last night—it seemed her “pearl of the Orient” had been shattered.

“Shut up! Don’t be loud, the manager might hear us. We’ll be dead if our boss finds out!” she whispered urgently.

Astrid was rich, but because she was spoiled, she became the black sheep of her family. She constantly caused problems, almost every day, until her grandmother, Madam Luz, set a condition:

Astrid could only inherit her fortune if she learned to save money and buy things with her own earnings. That’s why she was forced to work as a waitress for experience before heading to Manila.

“Does it hurt? How many inches do you think that was?” Jennifer teased again.

Jennifer was also wealthy but had been punished by her parents, so she joined Astrid in working. Both of them were black sheep in their families.

“That d*mn jerk!! He destroyed my pearl!” Astrid complained.

“Do you have a picture of him?” Jennifer asked.

“Nah, I wouldn’t waste my time on that kind of guy. So what if one night leads to a baby—”

She suddenly stopped, realizing she had no money.

“Oh my God!! I forgot I need to earn my own money! So if I have a baby at this moment we’ll be poor, like beggars! And oh my God, I’ll become stinky!!” she screamed, disgusted at the thought.

“Hey Astrid, calm down! I don’t think he released the fresh milk of his sword inside your pearl,” Jennifer reassured her.

“I don’t know… I was carried away last night,” Astrid admitted.

They were already outside the bar, still talking about what happened last night.

“Anyway, let’s go home. By the way, Samantha will pick us up here. Forget that one-night stand already, get over it, b*tch!” Jennifer said.

“Ugh Jen, I feel crazy. I just want to leave this annoying place. I have too many bad memories here!” Astrid said irritably.

They said their goodbyes, and Astrid went to her car. She got inside, started the engine, and sped off.

She didn’t care about traffic enforcers—she just wanted to get home and lie down on her soft bed.

Suddenly, she was stopped by a patrol car.

“Sh*t!! When will my bad luck end?” she muttered angrily.

“Get out,” the policeman ordered.

She stepped out of her Ferrari, leaned against it, crossed her arms, and raised her eyebrow.

“What??” she said with attitude.

“You again, Miss El Vieste?” the policeman said irritably.

“You again, baldy! When will you stop bothering me?” she retorted sassily.

“Go to the station and explain there. You’ve filled an entire page of our record book. Get in the police car!” another officer commanded.

She sighed and quickly called her brother Adrian, who was gay.

“Yes, my bestie?” her brother answered.

“Please pick me up at the police station,” Astrid pleaded.

“Enough with the phone, miss,” the policeman said, forcing her to hang up with an eye roll.

The police took her to the station, wrote her name in the record book, and she realized most of the entries were hers.

Am I that bad? she thought, but quickly dismissed it.

She sat down, waiting for her brother.

Hours passed before her family arrived—this time with her grandmother.

“Well, this time you won’t escape me. I can clearly see the result of your spoiled brat behavior!” Madam Luz scolded.

“Madam Luz, ple—”

“Silence! Let me speak!” she shouted at the police, who immediately quieted down.

“Tomorrow, Astrid, you’ll be sent to Manila. I’ll tell Samantha to put you straight to work!” her grandmother declared.

Astrid didn’t answer, just bowed her head.

“I’m sorry for what happened. You can trust this won’t happen again,” Madam Luz told the police.

Astrid quickly stood up, went to her grandmother’s car, and slammed the door shut. Her brother followed.

“Sorry sis, Granny is just too stressful,” Adrian said.

“It’s okay. I’m ready to go to Manila, even if I don’t want to be there,” Astrid replied, avoiding eye contact.

“If I could defend you, I would. But you keep showing them your behavior. Please move on, sis—it’s been 10 years since Grandpa passed,” Adrian said.

Astrid suddenly teared up and wiped her eyes, not wanting her brother to pity her.

“I’m still stuck in that accident, Adrian. I still blame myself for what happened,” she confessed.

She froze when her grandmother entered.

“Pack your things. Tomorrow you and Jennifer will leave. I already spoke to her mother. I hope you finally learn the value of life. You bring so many problems to our family, Astrid—you’re such a disgrace!” Madam Luz scolded.

Astrid stayed silent and just sighed deeply.