Paulita Gomez El Filibusterismo Novels & Stories

she asked. Paulina thought for a moment. “The child of the Gomezes.” The Gomez family. They were the most prominent family in the country. Not only known in the country but also in other countries. They had many businesses and were also partners with the Sarmientos. The Gomezes had two children as well. As business partners, the elderly Gomez decided to arrange a marriage between their eldest and Fernan’s child, as they were also close friends and grew up together. But it never materialized because Paulina didn’t want her daughter to marry. She refused because of rumors that the Gomez’s eldest child was cursed in marriage. The reason? Nobody knew.

“Didn’t expect you to still be hung up on Elizabeth. You two were the legendary couple back in school. I still remember when you confessed. You used a helicopter to scatter flower petals. That video is still on the school forum!” “I remember that, too. And Paul playing the guitar under Elizabeth’s window all night, singing a love song he wrote himself.” Someone pulled up the video and played it. I listened quietly for a while. In my mind, an image of twenty-year-old Paul appeared. He was bright, charming, with no ruthlessness in his eyes, only sincerity, as he played the guitar and sang with feeling, “I will love you forever…” That was his youth, a time that could never return.

“YOU THREW ME UNDER THE BUS.” Pauline dropped her gaze, unable to look at me anymore, or even speak to me, and guilt overcame me. Did I push her too far? She does look ill. And back then, she really didn’t have much choice since Papa basically blackmailed her using the law. “She wasn’t wrong,” said Gomez. “That so-called evidence of yours is just mere calculations.” “Calculations based on data and financial reports,” I rebuked. “Which meant nothing.” Gomez scoffed. He pointed a judging finger at me and leaned in with a chiding gaze. “And you know it.”