Mag-log inHow wonderful will it be to turn back time and undo some of our worst mistakes, right? She is sent back in time after being betrayed by the people she loved the most. To redeem her lost glory by moving on or to become a villain in her own story by seeking revenge. ******* A low, unbearable grunt escapes Margarita's lips as she peels her eyes open. Her solemn face was expressionless as she looked around. 'Where is she?' she thought, still scanning the place. Dressed in a beautiful white, glamorous wedding dress that had diamonds attached to every inch of the hem of the floating gown. She realizes a white veil is dangling from her hair. Bone-crushing pain shot through her spine as memories from her past came rushing to her head at once. A shrieking yelp escapes her lips as she clutches tightly to her head, trying to stop seeing those images. Their betrayals. Her lover and her older sister had teamed up to send her to the afterlife. Images of how she'd wholeheartedly loved them flashed past, slapping her on the face as her core twisted in misery. Her eyes were wedged with tears, and her heart was bleeding from regret. Even her best friend joined in on her demise. Oh! If only she'd realized earlier that it was all a facade. If only she were giving us a chance to return to Earth. But she knew deep down that it was all wishful thinking. However, "Your wish has been fulfilled, Lady Margarita, to redeem your lost glory or to return as a villainess for revenge." She hears a voice deep in her subconscious… **Please support this shameless author by voting for the book if you like it.**
view more"Dad, please... I really don't know who he was - Ahhh!" A slap went across Samantha's face, and it came from her beloved father.
The man that used to adore her and treated her like a princess, had hurt her for the first time in her life!
"Winfield, stop it! She is your daughter!" Matilda, her grandmother, covered Samantha's frame, embracing her for protection.
Winfield Davis may be a father, but he was the most fearful General of the country's military arms. With his bare hands and flaming rage, he was capable of causing suffering to his own daughter.
"What kind of woman are you? Have I not raised you well?!" The General reprimanded. He grabbed on to Samantha's jaws and clenched his fingers on her crying face. "I turned the military camp upside down! No one - and I repeat! No one owned up to being the father of your child!"
He was about to slap Samantha again when Matilda pleaded, "Stop this! We can't do anything about it! It's already done!"
"Daddy, I'm sorry! This is my fault! If - If I had known Samantha wanted to have random sex with a stranger, I would have stayed by her side during the party! Please don't blame Sam, Daddy! This is my fault as much as it is Sam's." Samantha's stepsister, Annie Jones, came rushing in their direction.
Annie acted to help, but clearly, she was trashing Samantha with her words.
Samantha's eyes darted at Annie! To her, indeed, it was her stepsister's fault! It was Annie who gave her the keycard to a hotel room while attending a friend's wedding; a senior rank from the military.
She meant to give herself to her boyfriend of two years, Clayton Brown, another cadet, one year older than her.
Drunk and intoxicated, Samantha did not realize how she easily fell into her stepsister's trap. She woke up the next day in another man's arms.
Samantha meant to forget about that horrific night, but in the end, she fell pregnant.
"Stay out of this, Annie! You are not at fault! It was Samantha's decision to sleep with a man!" With his voice raised further, Winfield screamed at the top of his lungs, "With an unknown man!"
"Daddy, please! I - I thought it was. I thought it was Clayton!" Samantha reasoned while gasping for air. She meant to say more, but Winfield Davis thrust back his fist, suggesting he might hit on his own daughter.
Her father's actions made her take a step back, retreating from defending herself.
"Regardless if it was Clayton or not! I never wanted you to be with Clayton anyhow! They are family rivals to the military rank!" Her father reproached.
"What do we do now? Hah, Sam? How do we find a man whom we do not know at all? You can't even remember the hotel room you came into! You acted negligibly, and you got yourself pregnant!"
"Who is this man you slept with? Who?!!!" The General repeated.
"Darling, please! Let us stop the search for this man! We'd never know! The man whom Sam slept with maybe a married man - worse, a drug lord or a pimp!" The suggestion came from Catherine Jones-Davis, Annie's mother and Samantha's stepmother.
With a disgusted look on her face, Catherine added, "We certainly don't want the entire city to know who the father is - "
"Shut up, Catherine! I did not ask for your opinion!" Winfield shot back at his wife. "You and Annie, go up to your rooms now!"
Returning his attention to Samantha, the General asked one last time, "Samantha, please tell me... who is the father?"
While still wrapped in her grandmother's arms, Samantha answered with a trembling voice, "Dad, I'm sorry! I - I really do not know! I left him asleep on the bed as soon as I realized it wasn't Clayton!"
With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Dad, please. Please forgive me! I'm sorry!"
"Get out! Get out and never come back to this household!" Her father ordered while pointing to the door.
"Winfield! It's raining outside! Your daughter is pregnant - "
"I don't care, mother! She needs to learn her lesson! She should have agreed to have an abortion when she had the chance! Now, everybody knows!" Retorted Winfield Davis.
"She has tainted the name of the Davis family, and now my name has been mocked by my own commanders!" The General cursed before revealing, "The entire military academy knows! The entire military camp knows, for God's sake!"
For the first time, Samantha saw her father shed a tear. It easily ran down his jaws. He described, "I am so ashamed of you, Samantha!"
She heard him say, "You broke my trust, my respect for you. I have always adored you, but today, you have completely broken your father's heart that I cannot! I cannot accept you into my home! Learn from your mistakes, and only then will you realize the wrong that you have done me!"
With a deafening voice, he screamed, "Leave!"
Her father grabbed her arm and dragged her out outside their mansion. He left her out in the rain, in front of their huge double doors.
Just like that, her beloved father abandoned her for her mistake. Her grandmother was powerless to stop the great General.
Samantha lingered by the door for two hours, waiting for her father to open it for her, but that never happened. She got drenched in the rain, crying her heart out and calling for her father's forgiveness.
Looking up to the rooms, she saw how her stepmother and stepsister relished in her misery.
Oh, how wrong it was for her to trust them, especially Annie.
After two long hours of asking for her father, the old driver of the Davis family approached her and took her away. Her grandmother asked the same old man to help Samantha find a more protective environment for her to continue with her pregnancy.
Samantha flew out to Monroe City the very next day. She only had a day of rest in a hotel before finally leaving the city which gave her the greatest pain of her life.
As the door closed, she picked up her pace and hurried to the CEO's office. All thanks to her mother, Juliana, who insisted she eat before leaving, Margarita turned up late for the meeting.A calm knock on the door interrupted Mr. Barlowe's thinking space. He looks ahead, his glasses firmly placed on his nose bridge."It's open," He says.The door was then pushed open from the outside, and Margarita strode in with a sheepish smile.His typical stoic expression softens as he sees her. He beams, placing the documents he was working on above a pile of other files. He gets up from his chair and walks forward, embracing his little daughter."Oh, Daddy, good morning. Why did you leave without waiting for me?"She whines. Mr. Barlowe chuckles."You were sleeping so soundly and peacefully, I couldn't bear to wake you up."He responded. "Also, it's past noon already; the morning has already said goodbye for the day.""Ah! Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter again. I already said that."Margarit
"Thanks, mummy," Margarita replies with a blush. She sneakily peeked at Lucinda, ignoring her bewildered expression. She turned to leave but halted at Juliana's words."Hey, baby, where are you heading to? Didn't you promise to eat breakfast before leaving? And you are going without a goodbye hug from me or a good luck kiss from Lucinda? Are you trying to give me some attitude?"Margarita almost felt a headache from Juliana's series of questions. She turns to Juliana with a twisted expression. Not for once did she want to see the traitor sister she had been living with."Oh, mummy, I just realized I'm super late for the meeting; I'll have lunch at the cafeteria in our company. There's no need for breakfast anymore."Margar spoke softly with a pitiful expression to gain sympathy from Juliana. However, that just made things worse. Juliana felt her daughter was stressing herself more than expected, making her skip meals, which was unhealthy."No, you can't say you want to waste all my eff
Margarita looks up at her mom, who is smiling at her. She beams happily and trails her fingers across Juliana's face."I'm fine, mom; I just miss you," She replied. Juliana found her amusing and chuckled."You saw me just before we went to sleep last night; how come you already miss me? I see you are trying to curry favor with me," Juliana said with a teasing smile, and Margar blushed.She tucked her hair behind her ears and reached out to take the plate of baked pancakes from her mother. After a bit, she giggles."This is super tasty, mummy; I miss it too. You should make them often. Also, the night was a long one, so I miss you," Margar relished, and Juliana hummed as she watched her daughter eat.Although she was an adult already, she couldn't help but wish Margarita could spend a few years without growing up so she could spoil her rotten. She was married for nine years and was childless until, eventually, she got pregnant and gave birth to her bundle of joy."Alright, baby, finish
Margarita closed her eyes as tears rolled down her face. She didn't want to believe what Lucinda was saying—that the sister whom she had loved and cared for was not blood-related to her.She is a monster who took the life of her mother. Her gaze trailed to Murphy, whom she had wholeheartedly loved for years.; He was with Lucinda, and all the care and love were fake."You killed our mom. She raised you as her own. Dad might discriminate between us, but Mom never did. How could you be so heartless to have done this?"Margar cried; she pointed at Lucinda, her eyes blurry as she sobbed. Lucinda laughed out loud like a maniac."You are so stupid and silly, hahaha; how could I not? She'll only foil my plans if I don't. In the car accident, it was me who was driving that truck. And Cathy had tempered with the car break. Murphy here has cleared every piece of evidence," she declared, still laughing."It didn't stop there; the adopted daughter made sure she had snatched everything from her pri
She sat in front of the vanity mirror, getting dressed by two stylists and their assistants. One was applying makeup to her face, while the other was almost done with her hair.She was looking stunning like a bride should. Her hair was curled in a side bun, leaving two strands on each side. The make
"Big sis," I called out, shocked at how haggard she looked. "Why are you smoking again, and what are you doing with alcohol? Didn't you already quit your smoking and drinking addictions? Did you pick up the habit again?" I raised a question as I carefully walked up to her.I snatched the cigarette s
Lucinda was dressed in the same wedding gown she'd earlier proposed I go for. It looked way too extravagant for her, but it still didn't make her look less beautiful in it. Her shoulders were held high as she let out a pearl of laughter. Following my line of sight, I noticed Catalina, my best frien
Margarita's pov"I think this gown suits you the most," Lucinda proposed, beaming as she picked up the gigantic wedding gown from the clothes rack.My expression stiffened as I stared at it. It was a pretty long, extravagant dress that had gems and flowers on it for beautification. The off-shoulde












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