Dengarkan Via Vallen Meraih Bintang

“Pinili kong umalis para hindi ka mahirapang pumili at magdesisyon.” Lumuluhang sabi ni Via sa binata. Mapaklang ngumisi si Russell at nakakainsultong tumitig sa mga mata niya. “Do I need to thank you for that? Do you fucking want to hear me say, Oh, thank you for fucking ruin my life!” Napapitlag siya nang sigawan siya nito ngunit hindi siya nagpatinag. Alam niyang kasalanan niya kung bakit nito sinasayang ang buhay nito. “I don’t have any choice—” “Goddamn it, Via! Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t have a damned choice! Pinili mong iwan ako sa kabila nang labis kong pagmamahal sa’yo! You choose to hurt me, so stop telling me your bullshits and get lost!” Nakagat niya ang kanyang labi at pinigilang huwag mapahagulhol. Nasasaktan siya sa sinapit nito, ramdam niya ang matinding galit nito sa kanya. Magagawa niya pa rin bang gamutin ang sugat na tinamo nito nang iwan niya ito? Could she really have a chance to fix the bad boy’s, broken heart?

Si Tiffany Chua ay lumaki sa hirap at laging napapabayaan ng kaniyang ama at lola dahil sa dugong Chinese na nagtatangi sa kaniya mula sa kanilang paboritong anak, ang kapatid niyang si Ronald. Sa kanyang pagsisikap na mabuhay at umasenso, natanggap siya bilang sekretarya ni Lincon, isang istrikto, malamig, at walang pakialam na boss na may lihim na pagkatao sa likod ng kaniyang matigas na anyo. Isang araw, inalok siya ni Lincon na magpanggap bilang asawa niya para sa isang personal na dahilan, at dahil sa kawalan ng pagpipilian, tinanggap niya ang alok. Ngunit hindi naging madali para kay Tiffany ang mapabilang sa mundong ginagalawan ng kaniyang boss, lalo na nang bumalik ang dati nitong nobya, si Jillian, na nagbigay ng hamon sa kanilang kasunduan. Sa kabila ng mga pagdurusa, nagawa pa ring ibuhos ni Tiffany ang buong pagmamahal kay Lincon, kahit alam niyang may ibang laman ang puso nito. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nalaman ni Lincon na nagdadalang-tao si Tiffany sa anak nila. Sa isang trahedyang nagdulot ng panganib sa buhay ni Tiffany, napilitang ipanganak ang kanilang anak via C-section habang siya ay nasa coma. Kasabay ng pagsilang ng kanilang anak, susubukin ng kapalaran ang hangganan ng pagmamahal at pagsasakripisyo ni Tiffany, pati na rin ang mga damdaming pilit ikinukubli ni Lincon. Pipiliin ba niya ang muling nagtangkang magbalik na si Jillian, o ang babaeng nag-alay ng lahat para sa kaniya—si Tiffany?

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"