Amihan's POV, My mom's words were simple, but they struck a chord deep within me. She was right - if he couldn't accept me for who I was, then he wasn't the one for me. But the thought of opening up about my past was still daunting."I know it's not easy," my mother continued. "But it's better to be honest from the start. That way, there are no secrets or surprises down the road. And if he does react badly, then you know he's not the right person for you."She was right, of course. But the thought of telling him still made me nervous."How about this?" my mother suggested. "Why don't you try telling him a little bit about your past at a time? Start with something small, like a childhood memory. Then, as you get more comfortable, you can share more. Baby steps, you know?"I thought about her suggestion. Maybe that would be easier, to start small and see how he reacted. And if he was supportive, then I could share more. It might be the best way to ease into it."That's a good idea, Mom
Judith's POV,It was well past 1 a.m. when I finally arrived in New York, after a grueling journey that lasted over fifteen hours. The flight, and the anxiety of what was to come, had left me feeling completely exhausted. My head throbbed with a dull ache as if my brain had run a marathon, sorting out my strategy for seeking revenge on Victoria and Maxwell. Despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs, the strength of my resolve pushed me to rise from my seat and step off the plane. I moved slowly, my body protesting the sudden activity after so many hours of sitting still,The moment I stepped off the plane, I saw my father's driver waiting for me. The thought of returning home to the comfort of my bed was enough to propel me forward, despite my tired muscles and throbbing head. As I approached, the driver smiled broadly, clearly happy to see me. "It's wonderful to see you again, Miss Judith," he said, reaching out to take my bags."Thank you," I returned his greeting with a small
Judith's POV,Everyone was already seated in the dining hall, ready for breakfast when I joined them, I had woken up early with the intent of meeting Maxwell's mom, and even though I didn't have enough sleep, the strength I received from my resolve was enough for me to get along, As I approached them from my room, I could hear them engage in their usual banter and the laughter that followed their chatter,"You're up so early my dear," my daddy spoke up immediately after he saw me coming,"Good morning Dad," I responded with a light smile playing on my face,"I was thinking you'd still be fast asleep, that was why I didn't bother checking on you," said my daddy, his tone was light and clear, bubbling with vigor and strength,"I wouldn't miss my family's breakfast for anything," I replied, turning from my dad to my aunt and Charlotte, who were setting their napkins, as the maids served the breakfast,"That is so sweet of you, darling," Aunt Lithina said, as I joined them on the table,
Dalisay's pov, "So, even though we've sold both Mansions, we're still in a financial hole?" I asked, wanting to make sure I was understanding her correctly.I took a deep breath as I tried to process what the financial secretary was saying. The financial report she was presenting was more grim than I could have imagined. It seemed that, despite our efforts, we were still in dire straits."That's correct," she said, her face serious. "We need to find a way to generate more revenue and cut costs if we're going to get out of this situation.""That sounds like an uphill battle," I said with a sigh. "I'm sorry ma'am. But the truth is, we've been operating on a shoestring budget for months now. We used up all our reserves and then started dipping into our emergency funds. And now, we're still a billion dollars short," the financial secretary explained."What? A billion dollars short?" I asked in disbelief. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How did this happen?""It's a combination
Amihan's POV, In a sudden jolt, I awoke from a deep slumber, my heart pounding and breath ragged. I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead, and my body was trembling. Once again, I had been tormented by the same nightmare I had experienced for weeks. It had started Ten years ago, after the fatal car crash that had changed my life forever. I thought I had put the incident behind me, but the nightmares kept coming back, no matter how hard I tried to forget. The voices from the accident echoed in my head, mocking and jeering. I struggled to get out of bed, desperate to escape the nightmare's grip on me. But it seemed to have a hold on me, preventing me from breaking free. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in a cycle of fear and anxiety. I had tried everything to make the nightmares stop, from therapy to medication, but nothing seemed to work. I was at my wit's end, unsure what to do next. I longed for a peaceful night's sleep, one without the haunting images and sounds of the acc
Judith's POV, After Amihan told me about Derrick's sudden reappearance, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. It was as if the universe had conspired to give me a second chance, to right the wrongs of the past, and to bring my long-held dreams to fruition. With this new opportunity, it felt as though I was finally being given the chance to turn the tables on Amihan and regain what was rightfully mine. It was a heady feeling, one that left me giddy with excitement and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see how this would all play out.I couldn't contain my excitement, and before I knew it, I was sprinting to Charlotte's room. I burst through the door, hardly able to contain my excitement. After our last friendly chat, we've suddenly become best of friends. "You'll never believe what just happened!" I exclaimed, my words coming out in a rush. I knew I sounded breathless and giddy, but I couldn't help it. Charlotte looked up from the book she was reading, her eyes wide with surprise.
Amihan's Pov, Even the day after I reconnected with Derrick on social media, I still felt a deep sense of nostalgia. I struggled to believe that I had never once considered rekindling our friendship in all the years that had passed. Instead, I had been consumed by my obsessive pursuit of revenge against those who had wronged me, to the point of forgetting someone who had been such a significant part of my early days in New York. I felt a strange mix of elation and regret, and I wondered if I had missed out on something important by neglecting our friendship for so long.With a mixture of eagerness and dread, I reached for my ringing phone, hoping it would be a call from Derrick. The previous day, I had given him my number, and the anticipation of his call had been eating away at me. I let out a disappointed grunt as I saw the caller's name on the screen of my phone. It wasn't Derrick, as I had hoped, but rather my boyfriend, Maxwell. I put on a false smile as I answered the phone,
Judith's POV, I had to be punctual, my date with Derrick was not something I could afford to be late for. time was valuable, and I didn't want to waste a single second of it. I needed his help, and I was eager to get started. I rushed to the designated meeting place, hoping that I wouldn't be too late. "Hello, Beautiful," he said as he walked towards me, a radiant smile lighting up his face. "You look amazing," he continued, and I blushed at his compliment. "I'm so sorry I'm five minutes late," he added apologetically. "Some people are just always late, you know?" I teased, trying to ease the tension that had built up during the wait. He chuckled as he gave me a peck on the cheek. "You haven't ordered yet?" he asked as he took his seat. "I was waiting for you to arrive," I explained, and he gave a knowing nod. "No problem, we'll order together," he said as he waved over the waiter. He was always so easygoing, and I loved that about him. We perused the menu, chatting and laughing