I was eighteen when I escaped from them—those who were part of my chaotic past. It was exhausting and difficult, yet I managed to flee. It wasn't easy, especially since they didn't want to let me leave their place, a land filled with painful memories.
I used to be an obedient woman, too innocent back then, letting them control me. I was too kind, thinking it was part of my identity, but I was wrong. I was an illegitimate child, not accepted by my father's family because they believed I tarnished their reputation. So, they hid me as a servant and gave me a different surname. I felt sad at that time for not bearing my father's surname, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It was one of the reasons why my papers were processed quickly, allowing me to carry my mother's surname and change my name. This marked the beginning of significant changes in my life. I closed my eyes and felt the familiar breeze I thought I'd never experience again. I secretly smiled, opened my eyes, and looked ahead where three bodyguards were waiting next to two cars. I adjusted the black coat draped over my left arm and put on my black sunglasses. I slowly descended from the jet, my hair dancing in the wind. When I stopped in front of the three bodyguards, they all bowed to me, and I nodded in acknowledgment. "Welcome, your grace," they greeted. I dropped my single suitcase, which one of the bodyguards immediately picked up and loaded into a car. Another led me to a different car and guided me inside. As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, the familiar sights and sounds of the Philippines began to flood my senses. The air was thick with humidity, and the scent of street food and tropical flowers wafted in through the open window. It was as if I had never left, and yet, I had changed so much. "Let's surprise the Serrano family," I told the driver while keeping my gaze out the window. I could imagine their reactions in my head, especially my half-siblings. I'm sure they will be happy to see me back in their mansion. What have they been up to? Do they have their own businesses now? From what I remember, they had lofty dreams, wanting to show me I could never match them. They hated me so much that they'd be happy to see me die in front of them. I shook my head at the thought and saw a faint image in the window reflection. I took a deep breath when I recognized her. Even though my memory of them, especially her, was blurry, I could never forget her. The person who made my life worse than that of a servant, who made my life a living hell. It was my biological father's wife. Since I was an illegitimate child, she poured all her anger on me. It wasn't my fault her husband was unfaithful, but she still hurt me, and my so-called father let it happen because he didn't care about me. "Yes, your grace. By the way, butler Aria notified us that she booked a hotel for you if you want to stay there." I nodded, considering Aria's suggestion. "Thank you. Please take me to the Serrano mansion first. I want to see their faces and the mansion if there's any improvement," I replied to the driver, who promptly followed my instructions. I took my phone from my black coat pocket and quickly searched for Aria's email to see if she had sent any updates, especially regarding the tasks I gave her. I smiled when I saw she had sent me something. I leaned back in the passenger seat and opened the email to read it. My left eyebrow raised when I discovered that my past name still existed. The last update of my past name's activity was the date when I flew to Adolfo Suárez Madrid-Barajas Airport (MAD). There were no further records, just what I had written as my occupation—a domestic worker, which was indeed my starting point in Spain. And now, my name is Katharina Esmeralda Grimaldi, daughter of Princess Katharina of Monaco. A duchess and part of a prestigious organization like Société des Bains de Mer (SBM), my journey has been nothing short of remarkable. As part of Société des Bains de Mer (SBM), I am known not only in Monaco but also in various parts of Europe. Not as royalty, but as a successful businesswoman. I am one of the businesswomen behind the success of Monaco's world-famous Place du Casino. I own a hotel in Monte Carlo and a luxury real estate business in Monaco. I also have a penthouse to relax in The Odeon Tower. I continued reading the information about my past self and saw that nothing had changed. It was a stark contrast to my life now. Who I am today is vastly different, but I also cherish my past because without experiencing its bitterness, I might not have fought so hard to achieve my dreams. My goal was simple—to rise out of poverty—but I received much more. I smiled faintly and typed a new update in the biography of my former name before opening the G****e app. I decided to read at least one news article about my father's family to avoid being too surprised upon entering their territory. Serrano Family Searching... The signal is still weak here in the Philippines. That's one thing that hasn't changed, at least for now. After a few minutes, G****e provided some websites. From their accomplishments to their family events, I scanned through the search results, finding articles and images that portrayed a seemingly happy and successful Serrano family. It appeared that my half-siblings had indeed achieved their dreams and more. They were prominent figures in various fields, from business to politics. As I scrolled through images of lavish parties and extravagant vacations, a strange mix of emotions washed over me. I felt a twinge of bitterness, knowing that they had thrived while I had struggled. What if people knew their true colors? Business to politics? They are truly money-hungry. Who in the Serrano family is running for office? I put my phone back in my pocket and looked out the window again. The drive through the bustling streets of Manila was a stark contrast to the orderly elegance of Europe. I watched the chaos outside, the street vendors, the honking cars, and the colorful billboards advertising everything from fast food to luxury cars. It was a reminder of the world I had left behind, a world that had once held me captive. "Your grace, we've arrived at the Serrano mansion," the driver's voice interrupted my thoughts. I blinked twice and saw the imposing gates of the Serrano mansion. It was as grand as I remembered, with its sprawling gardens and opulent architecture. The memories of my time there, both good and bad, flooded back. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and approached the gates. The guards recognized me immediately and allowed me entry. I could see the surprise and confusion in their eyes as they saw me standing proudly at the entrance. I stood two meters from the mansion's entrance, observing it before taking a deep breath and walking towards it. My heels clicked on the marble pathway. The heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing a lavish foyer filled with opulent furniture and priceless art. I was greeted by a happy family in the living room with their guests. Seeing their reactions, I felt all the emotions I'd experienced over the past years surge in my heart. I approached them with deliberate steps, every click of my heels capturing their attention. Before I even reached the center of the foyer, they turned to look in my direction. For a brief moment, I saw shock on their faces, their jaws dropping, and their eyes widening. I heard gasps and confusion about who I was. "Margaret?" I heard one of them say, the first word spoken, echoing with a puzzled look. I continued my stride, making my way to where the family was gathered. They still couldn't believe it, and the disbelief was almost palpable in their gazes. I didn't accompany my arrival with any greetings or claims. Instead, I just scrutinized them with a serious look. In their eyes, I saw the secrets they had left behind. And now, standing before them, I was excited to see what would happen next, especially since our kind father had called me back. I stopped a few meters from them, removed my sunglasses, and greeted them. "Good morning!"Serrano FamilyOnce, I treasured them the most, knowing they were my family despite their toxic behavior towards me. The Serrano name, once a source of pride and belonging, now carried a heavy burden of memories and pain.I looked at them, and it was impossible not to be flooded with memories. I glanced at the grand staircase where I used to sit and watch the lavish parties my half-siblings would attend. I remembered how I longed to be a part of their world, to be acknowledged and accepted.But the Serranos had never truly accepted me, believing that I was the product of a scandalous affair, an embarrassment to their prestigious name. They had hidden me away, forced me into a life of servitude, and treated me as if I were invisible. I had grown up amidst opulence, yet I was denied the most basic of human rights—love and acceptance.As I stood there, memories of the past washed over me like a torrential rainstorm. I remembered the countless times I had witnessed their grand celebration
MargaretMy old name. I wanted to be angry and annoyed by that name, but my grandmother gave it to me. She was the one who named me Margaret. She also handled my birth certificate when she found out I didn’t have a name. I remember when I was four years old, and she took me to the municipal office so I could finally have a name and surname.I also learned that my biological father had tried to prevent it, reminding her that he didn’t want me to carry his surname, so I ended up with Lacson, my grandmother’s last name. She always told me that one day I would change my name and surname. I knew she was pleased when I did as she had said, as if she had known my future. She knew about my mother. That was the first thought that came to mind when I discovered my true identity. And now, she has arranged my marriage to an Azcárraga, and I don't know what will happen after this. I’ll just wait until I learn their conditions and why they agreed. I’m sure my biological father had something to do w
Pag-gising ko, insaktong may kumatok sa pintuan. Napatingin ako sa dingding at hinanap ang orasan. Nang makita ko ito, I found out it was already noon. Mabilis akong bumangon at tinungo ang pintuan habang inaayos ang sarili to face who is knocking on my suite.Pagbukas ko, nakita ko ang isang staff na may dalang pagkain. Nakangiti ito sakin habang may kislap ang mga mata makita ako nasa harapan niya."Good afternoon ma'am! It's lunchtime." bati nito sakin na kinangiti ko."Good afternoon too! Thank you for the service. You can put it on the table."tugon ko sa kanya.Tumabi ako at hinayaan siyang makapasok tulak ang isang trolley na puno ng pagkain. Napaisip naman ako kung sino ang nagbigay permiso sa kanya na hatdan ako ng pagkain dito sa suite. It's Aria.Alam na alam niya talaga ang galawan ko kapag pagod.The aroma of the food filled the room, and it was evident that they took pride in their culinary offerings. After his job, nagbigay siya ng masuyong ngiti bago umalis sa suite dal
With a dash of excitement, I decided to step inside the DIOR Boutique. The moment I entered, the air was filled with an alluring blend of fragrances, a testament to the luxury that surrounded me. The boutique's interior was a masterpiece of design, featuring soft lighting that accentuated the elegance of the displays. Exquisite racks of clothing, perfectly aligned, showcased a variety of DIOR's creations, each piece a work of art in itself. The attention to detail was astounding, from the intricate stitching to the quality of the fabrics. As I wandered deeper into the boutique, I couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship of the accessories on display. The handbags, shoes, and jewelry were nothing short of breathtaking, each piece exuding style and sophistication. A friendly sales associate approached me with a warm smile, ready to assist. Their professionalism was evident as they inquired, "Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I assist you today?" I returned the smile and replied, "Can
What.the.h*ck.As far I remember wala akong naging kaibigan noon kahit na kakilala. So, why does he know about me? And, come again? Gold d*gger clan? Does he mean the Serrano Clan? Excuse me, I do not belong to that clan.I raised an eyebrow, refusing to let his condescending tone affect me."Excuse me, but I don't recall asking for your opinion, and I certainly didn't invite your judgment. And don't talk like you know everything. Otherwise, this is my own money and I suggest you mind your own business."I could feel the tension rising, but I refused to back down. His arrogance and presumptuousness didn't sit well with me, especially when he knew nothing about my circumstances or intentions.He's handsome. A devil*lish handsome. I can't deny that.As I met his intense black eyes, I couldn't help but acknowledge his striking appearance. He stood tall at around 6'5, towering over most people in the vicinity. His commanding presence demanded attention, despite the disheveled, jet-black h
I was taken aback by his sudden comment about my attire. It was clear that this man was both direct and domineering, but this was crossing a line. I had dressed modestly for this day and hindi ko naman hawak si tadhana para magkita kami. Anong masama sa cle*vage ko? Kung makaasta parang ngayon lang niya nasilayan ang cle*vage ng isang babae. I raised an eyebrow, refusing to let his arrogance go unchallenged. "Excuse me? My choice of attire is my own, and I won't be dictated to by anyone, including you." He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Listen, Margaret, we're about to discuss a contract that binds us together in a marriage of convenience. We must present a united front, and your current attire doesn't convey that. I'm not asking you to change who you are; I'm asking you to consider our situation." Anong situation? "We will just discuss the contract na pinagsasabi mo dyan. My cle*vage wasn't a big deal for this meeting kaya wag kang putak ng putak dyan tungkol dito." sabi k
Paano nga ulit ako napunta dito? Right! I was strolling in the streets tapos nag-shopping sa DIOR and after my shopping, I met him accidentally.Sinuklay ko na lang ang mahaba kong buhok gamit ang mga daliri habang nakatitig sa salamin. I was wearing his white long-sleeve na hanggang kalahati ng hita ko. Manipis din siya kaya my nipples were visible but I didn't care kesa mag-reklamo ako tapos in the end hindi na niya ako papahiramin ng damit. Ang hirap nga niya kausap kanina.Nagdilang anghel pa naman siya ngayon kaya no need to change my outfit tonight. Comfortable rin naman ako sa suot ko lalo na kapag matulog. After kong pagsawaan ang kabuohan ko sa salamin ay lumabas ako ng guest room. Suot ko rin ang extra tsinelas niya na malaki sa paa ko. Naglakad ako papuntang living room dahil nandun pa ang paper bags ko and even my pouch. Nandun pa naman ang phone ko.I need to check my Gmail sa phone baka may update sakin si Aria. Hindi ko pa naman dala ang laptop ko. Pagdating ko sa livin
Who is Rome Benjamin Azcárraga? - The Enigmatic Beast of Success Who is Rome Benjamin Azcárraga? He's not just a name; he's the embodiment of everything that makes a man truly captivating. With piercing black eyes that seem to hide a thousand secrets and jet-black hair that frames his chiseled features, he's not just handsome; he's dangerously beautiful. This enigma of a man has earned him a reputation in the business world as the "Dangerously Beautiful Beast." It's a moniker that perfectly encapsulates his demeanor - cold-hearted, aloof, and utterly captivating. But there's more to Rome than just his dashing appearance. At the age of 30, he's a thriving businessman and the CEO of Azcárraga Oceanic Shipping Line, Inc., a name synonymous with success and ambition. His journey through life is a testament to his unwavering pursuit of excellence, making him a true modern-day icon. Napainom ako ng tubig dahil pakiramdam ko may bumara sa aking lalamunan. He's 30 na pala. I am 28 and he'
Lumapit siya nang bahagya at tumigil sa harapan ko, yumuko para tumitig nang diretso sa mga mata ko. "Guess what, hija?" bulong niya, ang boses niya’y malambing ngunit puno ng pananakot. "You’re not married to Azcárraga, Margaret." Parang may bumagsak na bomba sa paligid ko. Ang utak ko’y nagsimulang maglikot, pilit inaalala ang lahat ng nangyari. Hindi maaari. Ang kasal namin ni Rome... ang lahat ng iyon... "You’re lying," madiin kong sabi, pilit pinapakalma ang sarili. "Lahat ng sinasabi mo ay kasinungalingan!" Ngunit tumawa lang siya, malamig at malutong. "Lying? Ako? Hija, ang totoo lang ang sinasabi ko." Tumuwid siya ng tayo at naglakad muli paikot sa akin. "I fake your marriage, Margaret, and never submit your marriage certificate. Wag kang magalit. Tinulungan na nga kita eh. Hindi ba't ayaw mong maikasal din sa kanya? And I think, ganun din siya." Nakangiti ito. "Naalala ko tuloy kung paano sumama ang mukha niya. Kung gaano siya kagalit malaman niyang ikakasal siya sa
Nagising ako sa dilim, malamig ang paligid at naramdaman ko ang bigat sa buong katawan ko. Unti-unti akong nagkamalay, pilit inaaninag ang paligid kahit na parang umiikot pa rin ang paningin ko. Amoy kong may kahalong amag at metal sa hangin—isang lugar na malayo sa anumang pamilyar sa akin. Naramdaman ko ang mahigpit na gapos sa aking mga kamay at paa. Nakaupo ako sa isang malamig na upuan, at ang mga tali sa akin ay tila hindi matitinag kahit anong pilit kong igalaw. Ang tiyan ko ang unang pumasok sa isip ko, at napakabilis kong ibinaba ang tingin sa sarili ko. Salamat sa Diyos, ligtas ang baby ko. Pero hindi ko maikakaila ang kaba sa dibdib ko. "Hello? May tao ba rito?" tanong ko, kahit alam kong malabo akong sagutin ng kahit sino. Tahimik. Sobrang tahimik, maliban sa tunog ng mga patak ng tubig sa di kalayuan. Napahinga ako nang malalim, pilit iniipon ang lakas ng loob. Kailangan kong tumakas. Hindi pwedeng magtagal ako rito. Pagkatapos ng ilang minuto, narinig ko ang mahi
"Yeah, thank you for watching my kids," sabi ni Euphie, ang ngiti nito puno ng pasasalamat habang hinaplos ko naman ang pisngi ni Atlas na nakayakap ngayon sa kanyang hita. Napakagiliw ng bata, at kitang-kita sa mga mata niya ang kasiyahan. Tumingin ako sa likuran niya at napansin ang dalawa pang bata—si Apollo at Ares—na nakayakap din sa hita ng kanilang ama, parang ayaw nilang pakawalan ito. Ang kanilang maliliit na kamay ay mahigpit na nakapulupot, na para bang doon lang sila ligtas. Samantala, ang panganay na si Z ay tahimik lang na nakahawak sa kamay ni Euphie. Walang sinabi ngunit makikita sa kanyang tingin ang pagiging mapagmasid at protektibo, kahit sa murang edad. Halata na siyang tumatayong kuya sa kanyang mga kapatid. Napangiti ako at tumingin kay Euphie. "Hindi biro ang magbantay sa apat na bata na iba-iba ang gusto. Pero salamat talaga." Ngumiti si Euphie, halatang sanay na sa likot ng mga bata. "They’re angels, really," sagot niya, habang hinihimas ang ulo ni Atla
Ang conference room ay puno ng reporters—may mga flashing cameras at mikroponong nakatutok kay Antonio Serrano, ang patriarch ng Serrano family. Nakaupo siya sa likod ng podium, suot ang isang matalim na ngiti na tila nagpapakita ng kumpiyansa at kapangyarihan. Ang press conference na ito ay tinawag upang sagutin ang mga usap-usapan tungkol sa biglaang arranged marriage ng anak niyang si Margaret kay Rome Benjamin Azcárraga, ang pangalawang apo ng kilalang Azcárraga family. "Gentlemen, ladies of the press," panimula ni Antonio habang dramatikong nilinisan ang lalamunan, "narito ako upang linawin ang mga espekulasyon tungkol sa kasal ng aking anak na si Margaret kay Mr. Rome Benjamin Azcárraga. Ang Serrano at Azcárraga families ay matagal nang may espesyal na koneksyon. Ang kasal na ito ay simpleng patunay ng matibay na ugnayan na iyon." Nagkaroon ng mahinang bulungan sa silid, pero may isang matapang na journalist ang nagtaas ng kamay. "Mr. Serrano, may mga balita na ang kasal a
My morning started like any other—quiet and structured, just the way I liked it. Rome had already finished preparing breakfast by the time I stepped out of the bedroom, the rich aroma of brewed coffee and freshly cooked food filling our penthouse. The triplets were scattered across the living room, each lost in their own little worlds, while Ares sat solemnly in a corner, carefully arranging his toys with the precision that only he seemed to have inherited from his father. I had just finished fastening my Cartier watch when a soft knock interrupted my peaceful routine. Rome glanced at me, his brow slightly furrowed in curiosity. "Expecting someone?" he asked, voice low yet commanding. I shook my head. "Not really." Making my way to the door, I opened it to find Urania, my ever-dramatic and vivacious cousin, standing in her usual radiant self. She looked like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine with her backless floral dress and glowing complexion. I wasn't surprised, thoug
"So, siya ang mastermind sa nangyari?" tanong ko ulit kay Rome. Nasa loob kami ng sasakyan. Hindi mawala sa isipan ko ang nangyari kanina lamang. I don't understand kung bakit nandun siya. Sinadya ba niyang magpakita o nagkataon lang na nandun rin siya? Kung nagkataon na nandun lang siya, for what naman? Wala akong nakita na may kasama siyang iba bukod sa siya lang talaga mag-isa. He even wore a black suit, like he came from an important meeting sa lugar na iyon. I don’t think this is coincidence. Sumakit ang ulo ko. I doubled my efforts to avoid stress because I’m pregnant, pero dahil sa kanya, baka hindi ako makatulog kakaisip ng mga tanong. Napatingin ako kay Rome, na seryoso ang mukha habang nagmamaneho. Alam kong may iniisip rin siya, pero hindi niya sinasabi. Typical Rome—silent but calculating. "I can't say for sure," sagot niya sa huli, breaking the silence. "But he's too smart to show up without a purpose. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s connected to everything happenin
@STARBUZZnews Oh, dear followers, brace yourselves for this shocking revelation! Katharina Esmeralda Grimaldi, daughter of Grace Grimaldi and Duchess of Monaco, is none other than the mysterious Serrano girl who captured the heart of our very own enigmatic billionaire, Rome Benjamin Azcárraga. 💍✨ The world was already abuzz with whispers about their unexpected union, but this latest twist has turned the social scene upside down! A Grimaldi-Serrano marrying an Azcárraga? The intrigue just keeps growing! Speculations are running wild—was it love at first sight, a carefully calculated alliance, or perhaps a little bit of both? Whatever the truth may be, this power couple is set to redefine the social and business landscapes. And let’s not forget, with Katharina's royal lineage and Benjamin’s unmatched influence, this union could potentially be the most talked-about partnership of the decade. Stay tuned as we uncover the story behind their whirlwind romance and what this means fo
Finally, the charity event was a resounding success, garnering nearly a trillion in donations from the generous gentlemen who participated. Jessica was right—this event truly surpassed all expectations. Pagod akong umupo sa sofa sa sala habang pinapanood ang balita sa TV. Nasa headline ang interview ko mula sa event kanina. Ipinapalabas ang eksena kung saan ako in-introduce bilang isa sa mga tagapagmana ng Grimaldi family. "...I'm Katharina Esmeralda Grimaldi, daughter of Grace Grimaldi, and the duchess of Monaco. That's my true identity," sinabi ko sa screen, ang tono ko’y mahinahon pero puno ng kumpiyansa. Sa bawat salitang binitiwan ko, kita sa mga mata ng mga tao sa likod ng camera ang kanilang pagkamangha. May ilan pa sa mga hosts na nagtatanong tungkol sa pagiging parte ko ng royal lineage at kung bakit ngayon ko lamang ipinahayag ito."I... I never expected this to happen, lalo na't I lived abroad for almost 10 years," sabi ko sa interview, ang boses ko’y puno ng emosyon hab
A wave of gasps swept through the crowd, followed by an immediate buzz of whispers and incredulous looks. The price was astronomical—no one had expected it to go this high, especially not for someone as unpredictable as Narnia. I glanced at Narnia, whose expression had not changed one bit. She stood there, cool and composed, her lips curling ever so slightly as the attention turned to her. The bid had been made, and it was a massive one. Her eyes flickered to the man who had made the bid, a well-known figure, someone who was no stranger to controversy. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Kilala ko siya. Nakita ko siya. Nakausap ko na rin siya. "Oh my gosh! Hala ang laking pera. Sanaol billionaire. Sino siya? Wait, kaya pala. Isang Smith pala." Napakurap-kurap ako sa narinig at lilingon sana kay Maia when someone beside me. Mabilis ko itong nilingon when I felt his hand at my back. Seryoso ang mukha ni Rome while roaming his eyes around the corner ng venue. Pinatakan niya a