Angelo "Ang" Rodriguez is a broken man. After losing the woman she loved, she suddenly changed, making the once-positive guy into a gloomy one, and it didn't help him when his younger brother Anthony got into a coma. He could take everything that life throws at him except for one. The fact that his younger brother married Miranda Sandoval, a gold digger who had already gotten married three times before his younger brother, and he cannot allow Miranda to stay married to his brother after knowing that one of those husbands died and after being a widow, Miranda inherited her ex-husband's wealth, but what Ang didn't expect is for him to fall for the woman who he considers a gold digger and a sinner.
View More-=Miranda's Point of View=-I didn't hesitate to respond to Ang's kisses, even if it was only in a dream that I could finally feel his lips, the kisses of the guy I love the most, even if I was losing my mind then so be it. His kisses were delicate at first as if he was afraid, but as he sensed my response, they became more intense. I felt his tongue try to enter my mouth, which I opened for him. When his tongue began to explore the insides of my mouth, I let out a moan. This is what I ended up dreaming about at the time since my great longing for him made it feel so real. I felt a great resistance as his lips moved away from mine, and I realized I wasn't breathing since our lips were locked. When I opened my eyes, I saw so much passion and longing in his eyes, which fired up my desire for him. He held my face with both of his hands, and I felt the warmth of his palms against my cheeks. I could not stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. "God, Miranda! I miss you so much," hi
-=Miranda's Point of View=-When can you truly say it's enough, that the game is over? It's difficult to let go because you believe that what he felt back then is still real today. My thoughts are in disarray, and my heart is crushed, as the image of what I witnessed in the parking lot earlier replays in my mind. It's so difficult to accept that the person you loved and waited for so long is now happy with someone else. Tears flowed endlessly from my eyes, and I had only myself to blame. And now I've missed out on the opportunity to continue my past relationship with Ang. No matter how hard I think, there is no way to answer my question regarding a possible future with him because he already belongs to someone else. Someone who he really loves, and someone who loves him, and with that in mind, my heart hurt even more.I kept driving without a destination in mind. I just wanted to get away from that place. How many times have I almost been in an accident because my mind was not fo
-=Miranda's Point of View=-I entered my room completely drained after that event. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I made it through without breaking down. But now that I was alone, tears welled up in my eyes again, the pain I felt was so intense, that it felt like I was struggling to breathe."Ang..." I wasn't even sure if that name came out of my lips, or if it just stayed at the back of my mind.The way Ang spoke to me served as a terrible reminder; he spoke to me in an unattached tone, as if he were speaking to someone who was not even a part of their lives, which greatly hurt me. Ang's presence completely caught me off guard, and I wasn't able to react right away, but the yearning in my heart intensified and I had to stop myself from walking towards him to beg for another chance.A chance I had longed for over the last two years, a possibility that Ang would return and tell me that over these years, his feelings for me didn't faze and he truly loved me, but that seemed impossibl
-=Miranda's Point of View=-The appearance of Henry Cervantes and his wife, Ellise, changes the way we usually celebrate the anniversary of the orphanage.Considering that more than seventy percent of the donations we were getting came from him, it would only be reasonable to extend mo effort with how we are going to celebrate this year's anniversary.I made sure to oversee every procedure, and everything that had something to do with the event, from the decoration to the catering, to the sound system, and the entertainment, I wanted everything to be flawless.In all fairness, even if it was just a regular anniversary, I don't settle for anything less, and while some may think it's fine, it isn't enough for me, and I'll make sure to improve it numerous times. Maybe I was a perfectionist, maybe not, but I didn't want to feel embarrassed if they thought my work was bad or half-baked, especially since it was Henry Cervantes's first time attending this event.We only had two weeks to pre
-=Miranda's Point of View=-"Mommy Mira!" I heard a small voice. coming from the outside of my office, and even without looking, I recognized that voice anywhere, besides, there was only one person who would call me mommy.A wide smile appeared on my lips when I heard the door to my office open, followed by little footsteps, and excited shrill from a little girl."Angeline..." I greeted her with a warm smile, as she happily ran towards me with her little feet.Sister Lita smiled as she watched the little girl run as quickly as her small feet could carry her. I opened my arms wide, eagerly awaiting her approach, and as soon as she walked into my reach, I wrapped her in a big hug, causing a cheerful giggle from her lips. "How's my baby doing?" I asked."I'm good," she replied, showing a wide grin that showed her bunny-liked front two teeth.It was amazing that even at her young age, she could already speak fluently.I decided to stop what I was doing, so I could spend time with her, w
-=Miranda's Point of View=-Ang looked dumbfounded as he kept looking at me with disbelief on his face, but the emotions that followed hurt me deeply when I saw his pain."Do you despise me that much that you want me to disappear from your life?" he asked, his voice filled with so much bitterness.I tried to resist the impulse to cry at the sight of its anguish because I needed to; I didn't want the day to come when he realized he didn't really love me and merely felt sorry for what he had done to me. "Believe it or not, Ang, but I don't despise you. I'm doing this for you because I know how important this opportunity is to you, and the only reason you didn't want to take this responsibility was because of me, and I didn't want you to do that," I said."I can't leave, Miranda, I love you," he said in his heartfelt voice, making me waiver, but before I could completely change my mind, I reminded myself what I think is the best for Ang."I want you to be sure of what you really feel fo
-=Ang's Point of View=-I felt so disoriented when I woke up because of my phone ringing, the ringing continued telling me that it might be something important or maybe a persistent telemarketer who wanted to hit his or her quota, and if it was the latter, that person would be in big trouble.I didn't dare to open my eyes and just tried to touch the top of my bed where I remembered putting my phone, and luckily the vibration from my phone helped to find it."Hello?" I asked in a groggy kind of way.My eyes were still closed when I answered the phone, so I didn't know who was calling.Waking up with a hangover is not a great experience, but I needed to drink in order for me to momentarily numb the pain I was feeling for not being able to be with the woman I love."Hello, Ang, we need to talk."I felt suddenly awake as I opened my eyes in disbelief, looking at my cell phone since I answered the call, and Miranda's name on the caller ID only confirmed the truth that Miranda called me.It
-=Miranda's Point of View=-"Miranda, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't expect Leonard's mother to show up," I could hear the frantic in Ram's voice, but quite honestly, I couldn't understand whatever he was saying.Aside from being rattled after being confronted with Leonard's mom, my main focus and attention was on the man who saved me from her, the man I didn't think would come a day to stand up and protect me.I silently watched as I continued to gaze at his back, and the strong urge to follow him after he left haunts me so much, that I wouldn't be surprised if my feet would move on their accords.I could feel the ache in my heart that I couldn't just ignore, an ache of seeing Ang from walking away, my heart was urging me to follow him and to tell him that I love him, but like a coward that I am, I just remained frozen to where I was standing.A deep sigh finally passed my lips, when Ang completely disappeared from my sight, and after looking in that direction for a few seconds,
-=Ang's Point of View=-I told myself not to attend this event, but my desire to see Miranda was too much, that I found myself getting ready and going there.I promised myself that I would only watch her from afar, just like a creepy stalker, that for whatever reason, I would not approach her and let her know of my presence there, but when I saw and heard how an elderly woman was insulting and humiliating Miranda, I just couldn't stand and do nothing, while the woman I love is being disrespected.Without giving it much thought, my feet automatically walked on their own accord and approached them, and I immediately noticed the distress on Miranda's face while looking at her supposed-to-be mother-in-law, who didn't give a damn where she is and what this occasion is all about.If it were before, I may have agreed with this elderly woman, but after knowing the truth and accepting the fact that Miranda is not the horrible woman I pictured her to be, I just can't help but depend on and prot
-=Ang's Point of View=-I can't believe that it's been a month now since I bottled myself up to the loneliness I was feeling after losing the woman I love. It pains me to set her free, but I have to, I needed to let her be with the man she really loves, the man who truly owns her heart, which is not me, unfortunately.Some people say that I was too nice for my own good and that I let important people in my life be happy and well, but that's just how it is, right?When you love someone, you want them to be happy, even if it hurts you. What matters is their well-being.Maybe I'm bordering on being a martyr, but that's just how I am, even when I was young.My feet felt heavy as I stood up from my bed, but the darkness of my room didn't hinder me because I knew every corner of that room, I chose to go out and headed straight to the wine cellar to get some alcohol because I ran out of what I took the other day.As I left the room, it was a good thing that no one greeted me, which suited me
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