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Trystan Lerwin Wuizon is known for being a young, handsome billionaire and woman hater. Bata pa lang siya ay iniwan na siya ng kaniyang ina sa ama niya. He hated her because she chose her boyfriend over him. Si Ashanti Ruiz Salazar ay anak ng isang doktor at abogado. Ang gusto ng mga magulang niya ang maging isa siyang doktor, abogado o enhinyero. Pero ang gusto niya ay ang maging isang flight attendant. Hinayaan siya ng mga magulang niya dahil akala nila ay magbabago pa ang isip ni Ashanti. Butthey found out that Ashanti enrolled in a different school just to be a flight attendant. Due to disappointment, pinalayas nila ang anak at sinabing bahala na siyang buhayin ang sarili niya. Walang kaso ito kay Ashanti dahil matagal niya na itong pinagplanuhan. She had different part time jobs para madagdagan ang savings niya. So, she'll survive. Years after, she graduated and finally reached her dream. Her batch celebrated their success at a newly opened bar. It was the grand opening kaya discounted lahat. Pinaghalong saya at lungkot ang naramdaman ni Ashanti. Saya dahil natupad na ang pangarap niya at lungkot dahil hindi pa din siya kinakausap ng mga magulang niya. Uminom siya hanggang sa tuluyan na siyang malasing. Pagkagising niya kinabukasan ay wala siyang matandaan at nasa isang hindi pamilyar na kuwarto na siya habang nakahiga sa tabi ng isang lalaki nang walang kahit na isang saplot sa katawan. Dahil sa takot at kaba, agad na nagbihis si Ashanti at umalis. Hindi na siya nagpakita pa kahit kailan sa lalaking iyon. Lumipas ang ilang buwan ay nalaman niyang buntis siya at ang ama ay isang estranghero para sa kaniya! Magkikita pa kaya silang muli? O mananatili na lamang isang sikreto ang naging bunga ng isang mainit na gabing pinagsaluhan nila?

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

Every other student could hear the inner thoughts of Chloe Yates, the campus belle. It was like a radio station was broadcasting her mind, and unfortunately for me, the broadcast was usually bad news. It started during the ROTC courses in our freshman year. I was doubled over with terrible period cramps and asked to sit out. Chloe just shook her head, letting out a dramatic, pitying sigh. "Oh, this is awful," her internal voice broadcast to everyone. "Should I tell everyone the truth? Sylvie is totally faking it. If the sergeant finds out she's lying, he's going to punish the whole class because of her." The sergeant, hearing her thoughts, immediately assumed I was a liar. He forced the entire class to run 30 laps as punishment. After that, no one would talk to me. Later, when I applied for the need-based financial aid grant, Chloe went on a rampage with her internal thoughts. "Her family isn't poor!" her voice screamed in everyone's heads. "They have a car and a house. She's just vain. She's trying to scam the college out of grant money so she can buy a new phone. I feel so bad for the actual poor kid whose spot she's stealing." Once the class heard that, they silently agreed to vote against my application. Without that money, I had no choice but to work three part-time jobs just to survive. I worked myself into the ground until I finally gave out. I collapsed in the classroom while clutching my chest, suffering a massive heart attack. I cried out, begging my classmates to call 911. However, Chloe's voice cut through the air right then. "She doesn't have a heart condition. She's pregnant. She's trying to trick a guy into taking her to the hospital so she can get an abortion, and then she's going to frame whoever helps her for getting her knocked up." Terrified of being blamed, the students backed away from me like I was radioactive. They stood there and watched as I died on the classroom floor. Right up until the moment I died, I never understood why my life had turned into such a nightmare. However, when I snapped my eyes open, I had returned to the day of the ROTC courses. The cramps were back, and the sun was beating down on me. Chloe did not know one crucial detail. This time, I could hear her thoughts too.