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Hana’s hands trembled slightly as she typed her own number in, her heart still racing with happiness and disbelief. “I… I have yours saved now, Miss Kathalina. Thank you, thank you so much.”Kathalina smiled and nodded. “I will be heading back to Manila tomorrow morning, but as soon as I settle in and arrange everything at the office, I will call you immediately. We will set the date for your contract signing and go over your schedule, both as my assistant and as our exclusive model.”Hana nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement.“Yes, Miss! Actually, I’ll be coming back tomorrow morning as well. I have to return with the other models including Miss Xyla. We belong to the same agency, so we’re traveling together this time. She’s such a nice girl and really easy to approach. Even though she’s an international model, she’s so down to earth.”Hana admired Xyla deeply. Even though they were part of the same agency, Xyla was famous worldwide, a top A-lister in the industry. She w
“What kind of work can I actually do for you? I don’t know anything about fashion design. All I really know how to do is wear clothes and walk down a runway. I’m afraid I might not be capable enough, and I don’t want to disappoint you or let you down.”Kathalina smiled gently and shook her head. “That is perfectly all right. Everyone starts somewhere, and no one is born knowing how to do everything. You learn as you go.”She leaned forward slightly, her expression open and encouraging.“Tell me something… What other skills or talents do you have? And what is your educational background? Don’t be afraid to be honest; I won’t judge you. I only want to understand you better.”At this, Hana’s face fell completely, sadness washing over her features. She looked away, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I… I only finished high school. I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew my parents. When I graduated, I went to the nuns and told them I wouldn’t go on to college. I asked them to use the limi
Hana hesitated, unsure if she should open up and share the heavy burdens of her life with Kathalina. Even though there was such a vast difference in their social standing and circumstances, she felt surprisingly at ease and comfortable in her presence. There was a gentle warmth and quiet reassurance in Kathalina’s manner that felt rare and genuine, making Hana feel safe enough to set aside her usual reserve and speak from the heart. “To be honest…” she began softly, her voice trembling slightly with hesitation and vulnerability, “my manager told me earlier that they will only call me if there is new work available.” She lowered her gaze, staring at the floor as a shadow of sadness crossed her face. “But I have no idea when that will be. It could be next week, or next month… or perhaps it might never come at all.”She knew all too well how harsh and competitive the modeling industry was. There were countless beautiful girls all striving for the same limited opportunities, and she had
Guests began to filter out of the grand hall one by one, their voices filled with praise and admiration for the spectacular show they had just witnessed. However, a significant number remained behind: wealthy collectors, loyal clients, and prospective business partners who were utterly captivated by the elegance and artistry of the designs. They clustered around Erica, Steve, and Leon, eager to place special orders, inquire about future collections, and discuss formal partnerships and collaborations with the company.Leonel stood a short distance away, engaged in conversation with a group of prominent businessmen and investors, his demeanor professional and composed.Yet even as he spoke and exchanged details, his attention was never fully off his wife. Every few moments, his gaze would drift back toward Erica, watching her closely, making sure she wasn’t moving around too much or exerting herself unnecessarily. He knew very well how much she loved her work, how passionate she was abo
On the other side of the venue, near the exit, Raol and Alysa remained standing, flanked firmly by security guards on both sides, waiting for the police to arrive and take them into custody. When Kathalina’s final words reached their ears, along with the thunderous applause that followed, Raol’s face turned purple with rage and disbelief.The realization that the woman they had tried to harm, to ruin, and to look down upon was actually the famous, mysterious designer Layla, someone whose influence and wealth were beyond measure, was the final blow to his pride.He turned sharply toward Alysa, his face twisted with uncontrollable rage, and before anyone could react, his hand swung out violently, striking her hard across the cheek. The sharp, loud smack echoed clearly through the quiet space, making everyone nearby freeze in shock.The security guards standing close by were taken completely by surprise; they had not expected him to turn physically violent right under their watch. It too
Now, hearing Kathalina speak of her struggles, of the loneliness and hardship she had endured, believing she was entirely on her own, Jeff saw the pain in Thirdie’s eyes. He knew that every word she said only deepened the guilt his boss carried, the knowledge that he had been there all along, that he had watched her cry and work and fight, yet had been forced to stay hidden, unable to step forward, unable to hold her, to tell her that she was never truly alone. Jeff felt for him, knowing that every single one of those secret journeys, every sleepless night spent traveling, every moment of longing and silence, had been driven by nothing but love and the desperate need to protect her, even if it meant she would never know, even if it meant he had to bear the burden of her suffering alone.Kathalina’s gaze swept gently over the crowd, her expression soft and sincere as she continued speaking, her voice carrying clearly to every corner of the hall.“Anyway, for all these years, I asked E
Kathalina woke up just before seven, as she always did. Even after sleeping late, her body never forgot the time. It was a habit she could never break. The city outside was still quiet, and the morning felt slow and gentle.Soft sunlight slipped through the thin gap in the curtains, spreading a war
Instead, she lowered her eyes again, hiding the storm behind them.You’re screaming at the person you’re trying to protect, Kathalina thought coldly.How ironic.Her fingers returned to the fabric, steady and precise, as if the tension around her didn’t exist. Every stitch was clean. Controlled. In
In Davao, across the quiet street from the hotel, a man leaned against his car. The city lights reflected on the windshield, hiding his face in shadow. His posture looked relaxed, but his eyes never left the building.His phone rested in his palm, half-covered, as if even the night should not know
Two hours later, the plane touched down in Davao.Kathalina felt the familiar pull of exhaustion the moment her feet hit the ground, but she didn’t slow down. She had never allowed tiredness to win, not when work was waiting.Steve and Erica walked beside her as they left the airport and headed str







