Se connecterThe elevator to the 28th floor was the longest elevator ride of my life. Longer than the nine months I was pregnant alone in Cebu. Longer than the five years I hid Leo and Luna from the world. Longer than the night in Room 2808 when I woke up with no panties and a Patek Philippe watch in my bag that I did not steal. Alessandro's hand was still holding mine. Big, warm, shaking. My hand was small, cold, shaking too, but I did not let go. Five years ago, I cleaned this elevator, I polished its steel walls with bleach and rag, I pressed the buttons for guests with my head bowed, I was invisible, I was maid, I was nothing, I was Elena Reyes from Tondo earning 15,000 pesos a month. Now I was CEO, I was mother of his heirs, I was his vendetta, I was his family, and we were going to Room 2808 together, hand in hand, like a couple, like a family, like a lie that felt true. The elevator dinged. 28th floor. The hallway smelled the same. Expensive carpet that cost 20,000 pesos per square meter,
My twins. My Leo and my Luna. My vendetta. My everything. Wearing their BGC International school uniforms, Leo's tie crooked like always because he hates ties, Luna's hair in two ponytails because she loves ponytails, both of them looking up at the chaos in the boardroom with wide, curious eyes, eyes that were De Luca eyes, eyes that I saw every morning when I woke up and every night before they slept.And they were looking at Vanessa on the floor, scattered Q4 Budget papers around her, her red dress wrinkled, her diamond ring too bright, her face twisted with hate and tears, and at Alessandro standing frozen between me and Vanessa, his hand still reaching for mine, his eyes red from crying, his suit wrinkled from kneeling, and at me, their Mommy, standing like a queen with smudged lipstick and broken mascara but still standing."Mommy? Why is Mr. Grumpy Handsome crying? And why is the red witch on the floor? Did you push her, Mommy? Good job, Mommy! Can we push her again?"Luna said
The door opened and the whole temperature of the 45th floor boardroom dropped twenty degrees.I was still standing, my arms crossed, my black Armani suit feeling too tight, my red lipstick smudged from crying, my CEO mask half broken because five minutes ago I whispered the truth I hid for four and a half years. "They are yours, Alessandro. Leo and Luna are yours."And Alessandro De Luca, the Ice King, the billionaire who fired me without blinking five years ago, was still on his knees on the marble floor, his expensive black suit wrinkled, his dark circles deeper than Manila Bay at midnight, his shoulders shaking, his hands covering his face, sobbing like a child who just found out he has a son and a daughter he never knew existed.That was the scene Vanessa Reyes walked into.Vanessa Reyes. The woman who destroyed me. The woman who told the police I stole a Patek Philippe watch worth two million pesos from Room 2808. The woman who told Mrs. Reyes to give me bitter water that tasted
I did not sleep after the lobby.After I walked out of Grand De Luca Hotel with Leo and Luna, with Alessandro kneeling on the floor holding Luna's drawing, with Vanessa screaming like a witch, with the whole lobby filming us, I thought I would be able to breathe in the car. I thought I would be able to drive to BGC, to our condo, to lock the door, to hug my twins, to forget his tears.But I could not.His face kept replaying in my mind. Not the cold billionaire face from Forbes, not the Ice King face that fired me five years ago without blinking, but the broken boy face. The face from Room 2808. The face that said "Stay for five minutes. Just stay without wanting anything." The face that cried in the lobby holding my daughter's crayon drawing.And his words. "Are they mine? Elena, please, are they mine?"I put the twins to sleep at 9 PM. Leo, as usual, had ten questions before sleeping."Mommy, who was that grumpy handsome man in the lobby? Why did he cry when he saw Luna's drawing? D
I did not plan to go down to the lobby.After the boardroom, after Alessandro De Luca knelt in his mind and asked me to dinner in Room 2808, after Vanessa's red nails digging into his arm, after I told him I don't meet men alone in hotel rooms anymore, I planned to leave. To take the private elevator to the basement, to get my car, to get my twins, to go back to BGC and never see Grand De Luca Hotel again for another five years. My hands were shaking inside my Birkin bag, my heart beating so loud I thought the board members outside could hear it. My lipstick was smudged from biting my lips.But Leo and Luna had other plans. They always had other plans. They were four years old but they had the minds of ten-year-olds, or maybe fifteen. Margaret Sinclair used to say "Those twins are smarter than all my board combined, Elena, you should put them on payroll."My phone buzzed non-stop while I was in the boardroom, on silent but vibrating against my thigh.Yaya Lita: Madam, Leo hacked the h
Five years. Five years since I ran out of Room 2808 in the rain with twenty pesos in my pocket and my uniform in the trash.Five years since Alessandro De Luca looked at me like I was trash and said "Get out" in that icy voice that still haunted my dreams.Five years since Vanessa Moretti slipped that cold Patek Philippe watch into my apron pocket and ruined my life with a smile.I thought that night was the end of me. I thought I would die in that rain, jobless, blacklisted, with a sick mother and a little brother who needed school fees.It was not the end. It was the beginning. It was the first chapter of the woman I was meant to become.The rain that night did not stop. It was a typhoon, signal number two, but I didn't care. I was soaked to the bone, my cheap slippers broken, my plastic bag with my old clothes clutched to my chest, when I reached our small house in Tondo. The roof was leaking again. My mother was coughing in the small sala, a wet cough that scared me, my little bro







