The Billionaire's Lost Affair

CLEMENTINE"What do we both want?" I repeated with obvious distaste to what he had just said. "Don't treat it like one of your business deals. I've made up my mind and there is nothing that you can do.""Let's at least think about it."I've been thinking about it a lot. In fact, there was nothing else I could think of. I can't even consider the possibility of giving up on my dreams right now. I'm not even in the position to quit work. It's not like I have to think about my options, because the truth is, I don't have any options."I have to go." I took a step back. I raised my hand when he was about to say something. "Please don't follow me."I walked away, and hearing no footsteps behind me, it's safe to say that Sancho actually listened to what I said and didn't follow me. I was the one who said it and I meant it. I think I did, but something inside my chest was being crushed as I looked at the empty hallway while the elevator door closed. I leaned on the wall feeling weak all of a su

CLEMENTINE I didn’t know what it felt like to have a parent. I was raised by a family member who treated me like I was their very own housemaid. I had to beg if I needed something and I was only given too little, while constantly being reminded that I should be eternally grateful to them because they took care of me when no one wanted to.It was a daily struggle and I kept questioning why I was born. If I wasn’t enough for my mom and dad to stay. If I hadn’t done enough for them to like me. Was I not the daughter they asked for that it was so easy for them to decide to leave me?My question was never answered. It’s just that I stopped asking them… until I saw those two lines. I didn’t feel anything but fear, and the thought kept running in my head… I didn’t want to be like my parents. The only way for that to happen was if I didn’t have the baby.When I arrived at his apartment, I was welcomed by a hug. It was a huge relief to see him smile when I handed him the photo from the ultraso

CLEMENTINE“Clementine, you got the role!” I was too stunned to move, let alone say anything. It had been months since I auditioned, and I had let every role go, thinking that maybe none of it was for me.“It took a while for us to hear from them because they said there was a delay with the production, but now they’re pushing through, and they want you to play Rose. I know it’s not a lead role, but you’ll get a lot more exposure with this one. I’m sure this will open more doors.”I felt the same enthusiasm when I heard the excitement in my agent’s voice, only for it to end when it hit me.I looked at myself in front of the mirror, how I’ve gained several pounds and how some of my clothes don’t fit me. More than anything, how noticeable the bump on my tummy is.“Clementine,” she gently said this time. “You’re going to play the role, right?”I wanted to say yes. All my life, I had been waiting for this moment and finally had the chance to say yes. My lips were trembling as I forced mys

SANCHOThere is this lady I have never seen in person who is sitting comfortably in the living room. I don’t know if she’s deliberately doing it, but when I walked in, she didn’t look my way even when she must have heard what Abuela said.Until what Abuela said sunk in. Did I really just hear her say fiancée?“Abuela, I think we need to talk first.”“Later, mijo.” He gently touched my cheek. “Let’s have dinner first. It's rude to make the guest wait.”I was enthusiastic about going home. Even if travelling back here brought painful memories, I still looked forward to seeing my only family, and that would be my grandmother. That excitement disappeared immediately.I love Abuela. That is without question, and that being said, our differences are also undeniable. She is the reason why Abuelo became president. It was also her ambition why our company is where it is today.Perhaps I knew that time would come when she'd stop me from the façade of freedom she temporarily granted me by managi

ClementineMaria Teresa Herrera. A name I admired so much and, at the same time, the person I never wished to meet. A beauty during her younger days, but aside from her looks, she was known more for her ambitions and just how ruthless she was to make it all a reality.Some people know her as the owner of one of the biggest financial firms in Spain. Most people recognized her as the ex-first lady of Spain. Both these titles don’t matter when I know she is Sancho’s grandmother and his only living family.I admired her in every way, but to be honest, I never wished to see her in person. And here she is, just on the opposite side of the door.With one subtle glance, the men accompanying her, whom I assumed were her bodyguards, moved back. On her left is a lady who I assume works for her. I guess by the way she stands strictly and securely clutches some files.“I know you are inside. Open the door, or I’ll have someone open it for me.”If she wants to, I know she’d be able to do it withou