Lahat ng Kabanata ng Miss Misunderstood (English): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"No! I don't want to!" I exclaimed firmly and was about to stand from sitting when Felicity suddenly grabbed my arm and made me stay from where I was sitting. "Just for once, Elyana. Please... pretty please... date him so he will stop pressuring me. I have other clients to take care of. I'm planning to go somewhere. I don't have enough time to arrange him for my female clients now that I have already tried doing for so many times. Please! Help me, just with this person, please!" he begged. He even kneeled on the floor that shocked me the most. "H-Hey, girl...get up!" Ordering him, but he didn't want to listen. I couldn't believe that was what he would ask me to do after so many years we were apart but he seemed to be in trouble with his client, and I'd seen it as well, but what should I do? I had other plans too. "Pleaseee?" he pleaded. He stayed kneeling while both palms of his hands touching. Felicity tooks like praying, but knowing what he wanted from me, I'm not a saint to agre

'No, it's still early to show up," I thought. I observed him take a sip of the wine. It was very amusing to watch him do so. The women around him couldn't help but look, even the older ones not far from his table turned their heads in his direction. Couldn't blame them though; Quintin has good looks, elegance, and has potential in modeling. He's the type of man that could make a woman open her legs wide in just a wink, but he's not the type that would make me fall to my knees. As I watched him from the tinted window of the car, I suddenly remembered Felix. Because of Felicity and her problem, I forgot to stop by Felix’s office to apologize for the bad words I said about the girl who he impregn*ted. Although she deserved all those things, I wanted to be nice so Felix wouldn't think I was being mean to the mother of his child, but after that, I don’t know what I could do next. Ten minutes before eight that night, I finally decided to get out of the car. The driver was glancing at me

Checking my phone was the first thing I did the next day. I was hoping Felicity had already replied to the message I sent him the other night, but I frowned just to discover I hadn’t received a message from anybody that morning. It made me wonder where Felicity had gone, hoping nothing bad had happened to him. I tried to relax my mind by thinking he was just busy, but my brain refused to cooperate. In the end, I chose to call his number again, but I almost threw my phone away when a voicemail informed me that his number was still out of service and that he could not take my call. “Ugh! Where the heck are you, Felicity?” I asked while staring at cell phone in my hand as if that would answer the question. I did remember him telling me he needed to go somewhere when he begged me to date Quintin, but what if something else occurred and that’s why I couldn’t call his number? That negative thought pushed me to find other ways to get to know his whereabouts. I searched for a telephone

The flight from Manila to Caticlan Airport took just over an hour, and from the airport I boarded a van provided by the hotel where I had booked a VIP room, and the driver dropped me off at a port where I boarded a private boat that would take me to Boracay, an island at Malay, Aklan, Philippines, known for its white sand and beautiful beaches. It was a short journey, and the hotel accommodations were excellent from the moment I arrived at the hotel. I tried calling Felix's number to inform him that I was in Boracay, but he was unable to be reached. The Golden Dragon Hotel, where I booked, was an hour away from the island where they were. I couldn't see it as a problem at all. What was important, I would be able to meet the girl Felix told me he liked and the woman who had taken over as my best friend—my only dearest best friend, Felicity. It was already late when I set foot inside the VIP room. I didn’t expect any of the twins to arrive at that hour, so I decided to take that time

I noticed Pretzel looking intently at me after some time. When our eyes met, she smiled and said, "You look like a Turkish actress." When I was about to reply, Felicity interrupted, "Oh true! I often see it on social media when I post on my wall. I just don't know the girl's name. If that's what you think she looks like, I will agree!" “I guess her name is Bursa Develi,” Pretzel stated. “I’m not sure,” Felicity responded with a frown. I smiled because she was correct, but because Felicity continued talking about other things that were outside of my knowledge, I couldn't get on board with the conversation. I was simply watching them. Felicity was constantly laughing, and when overjoyed, he hit the person next to him. When it got harder, Pretzel retaliated against him, and she would also hit or push him. They looked so close to each other, and that made me feel jealous. Another thing that made me envious was seeing her pregnant, which had always been my greatest dream. Sitting s