THROUGH THE WIND AND THE RAIN (ENGLISH) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Rome slowly opened her eyes as the soft breeze brushed against her face.The first thing she saw upon waking was the white ceiling and a fan spinning, blowing air directly at her.Where am I? she asked herself, glancing around the room.It felt familiar. Had she been here before?Wait... Am I still in the clinic?“Thank God, you’re awake!”She turned at the sound of the voice and saw Jiggy—her best friend—with wide, worried eyes. Behind her stood Doctor Olivera, arms crossed, also looking at her.Rome sat up quickly, only to wince as she felt a wave of dizziness. But instead of lying back down on the small bed inside the clinic, she forced herself to face them.“I’m... sorry. H—Have I been here long?”“You fainted when you stepped out of the clinic earlier,” the doctor replied. “Your blood pressure is normal, but I think it’s from exhaustion. You need to stay in bed for a day or two to regain your energy and relax your mind.”She nodded and looked at Jiggy, whose face had darkened. He

Even before she could fully enter their house, she could already hear the voices of her aunts chatting on the terrace that extended from their living room.That terrace faced a wide empty lot that was still part of the adjacent subdivision in their area. A wave of nervousness washed over her. She forgot that around this time, her aunts would usually be at their house having coffee and gossiping with her mom.Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. If she went inside, they would definitely see her because the only thing separating the living room from the terrace was a sliding glass door.Now that she had confirmed her condition, she didn’t know if she could even look any of them in the eye. If they noticed her avoiding eye contact, they’d start to get suspicious and begin probing.She took a deep breath before continuing into the house.She was about to head straight for the stairs when her Aunt Maya saw her.“Rosenda Marie!”She stopped and forced a smile before turning around. “Hey,

Rome had never laid eyes on Cayson Montemayor before. Oh, but she’d heard enough stories to last her several lifetimes, courtesy of her cousin Dudz. What she didn’t expect—what made her stomach drop like a busted elevator—was discovering that this was the rich suitor Precilla once fell head-over-heels for. The same man who, indirectly, had made Rome bury her own feelings for Precilla deep under lock and key… because back then, she knew Preci had feelings for him.The Montemayors weren’t just rich. They were city-owns-half-the-map rich. Cayson’s grandmother—Mrs. Althea Montemayor, the family matriarch—owned the biggest, glitziest college in town, where all of Rome’s relatives seemed to work. As if that weren’t enough, the Montemayors also ran a transport empire that ferried half the town around. And with Cayson being the sole grandchild, the heir title might as well have been stamped on his forehead.According to Dudz, who was now plodding through an accounting degree at Montemayor Int

The moment they stepped inside the office building, her eyes swept across the room in astonishment. And this was just the visitor’s lounge? It looked rich. It smelled rich. The air itself probably had a higher net worth than her entire family combined. A woman in a perfectly pressed uniform stood inside, speaking politely with her father. Judging by the crisp blouse and clipboard in hand, that must be Mrs. Montemayor’s secretary—practically radiating "I control everyone's schedule, and I know it."A few moments later, the secretary ushered them deeper into the labyrinth of wealth, guiding them into what could only be described as a corporate throne room.The second she stepped into Mrs. Montemayor’s office, she froze. She had mentally braced herself to meet a dragon lady—a corporate terror in pearls and reading glasses, who could cut a man down with nothing but a raised eyebrow. But no—standing behind the executive desk was a woman of graceful age, smiling warmly like she had just bake

Rome wasn’t sure if she should step into the MIC campus gate or turn around and bolt for her freedom. Her heart had been hammering like a construction worker on overtime since she left the tricycle stand. She had been practicing her speech for hours: how to tell her parents she failed to make it into the top ten honor students, how to explain the barely-passing Physics grade, and most importantly— how to survive without getting disowned.Three days ago, she had received the results of her make-up exam for Physics. And despite her prayers, the only miracle she got was a grade of 76. Not even a full five-point improvement—just enough to escape the dreaded red mark on her card. Anything below 75 would’ve turned her grade into a life sentence. Gosh.She could live with 76. Well, barely…But facing her parents? That