As I stepped into A&A Technology's headquarters, my heart was racing, but I kept my head high and tried to act confident. The building screamed success—from the sleek, modern design to the massive screens showing the company's latest products and breakthroughs. The air itself felt charged with innovation, and it made me more aware of the enormous task ahead of me. This wasn't just any company; it was the top of the line, and I was about to meet the man behind it all.The receptionist led me through glass hallways, and I could see employees busily typing away or in serious discussions. The company's heartbeat was loud and clear: it was fast-paced, efficient, and driven. 'Just like how I need to be', I thought to myself. We reached a large, imposing door, and the receptionist knocked before opening it. "Mr. Alfonso is expecting you," she said with a polite nod, ushering me into his office.There he was—Alberto Alfonso, the man I had read so much about. He was seated behind a large
The past two days had been quiet. Too quiet. After securing the deal with A&A, I expected the pressure to keep coming, the demands to increase, but nothing happened. It was almost as if everyone was waiting for something. The calm felt unsettling. I found myself thinking about what might be going on behind closed doors. 'What are they not telling me?' I had been thrown into this world so fast that it felt strange when there was no new task, no drama to deal with. Mr. Dela Cruz had always had something for me to do, but now, the silence made me feel like I was missing something important. To clear my head, I decided to take a walk in the garden. The fresh air would do me good, I thought. As I walked along the stone pathway, surrounded by perfectly manicured plants and blooming flowers, I spotted Mr. Dela Cruz sitting on a bench. Next to him was the man who had recruited me into this whole mess. The one who handed me over to the Dela Cruz family and made me become "Carmen." Thro
When I arrived back at the Dela Cruz mansion, the familiar sight of the grand entrance and the ornate living room didn't comfort me as much as it used to. I knew that once I stepped inside, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz would be eager to hear about my meeting with Miguel Rodriguez. The memory of our tense conversation replayed in my head, especially the part where he demanded to see me without the nose mask. That one sentence had set my mind spinning, and I hadn't yet figured out how I was going to handle it.As I entered the living room, I found them seated together, waiting expectantly. Their expressions were calm but curious, and I knew that they wanted a full update. Part of me wanted to tell them the truth—that things with Miguel hadn't gone smoothly, that he had questioned me in ways I hadn't anticipated, and that his arrogance had nearly made me snap. But I stopped myself. For some reason, I didn't want to seem unsure in front of them. I needed them to believe I could handle thi
The day before I was set to meet Miguel Rodriguez, I had spent most of the time trying to figure out how to handle him. The thought of meeting him without my mask, of pretending to be someone I wasn't, kept gnawing at me. I had to be clever, to outsmart him somehow, and I thought I might have come up with a plan that would work. As I was going over the details in my head, a knock on my door broke my concentration. One of the maids stepped in and said, "Mr. Dela Cruz requests your presence in the living room, Miss."I quickly gathered myself and made my way to the living room, curious and a bit anxious about what Mr. Dela Cruz might need from me. When I arrived, he was sitting there with a warm smile on his face, looking unusually relaxed. "Come, sit beside me," he said, gesturing to the seat next to him. I obliged, and as soon as I sat down, he turned to me with a soft look in his eyes. "Andrea," he began, his voice gentle, "I noticed you've been working very hard and… I think
As soon as I got into my room, I closed the door behind me, letting out a deep sigh. My mind was racing. The thought of meeting Miguel Rodriguez without my nose mask was making my chest tighten with anxiety. The moment I stepped into his place without it, he would realize who I really was—Andrea, the journalist who had once interviewed him. He would connect the dots. And who knows how he might react?But I had no other choice. I couldn't afford to let the Dela Cruz family down, and I certainly couldn't let Miguel hold all the power in this situation. I needed to take control of this meeting. The last thing I wanted was for the press or anyone else to see me without the mask. If it got out that Carmen, the woman he was supposed to marry, was actually Andrea, everything would fall apart. So I made a quick decision—I would meet him, but on my terms.I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, debating whether to call him. My fingers hovered over his number for what felt like an et
After what felt like an eternity, the tension in the room hanging heavy, I finally managed to speak. My words came out, but they weren't anything I would have said under normal circumstances. It was like I was outside myself, watching this desperate version of me trying to survive."The pay is good, and it will help me and my family," I said, my voice steady but my heart racing. "I wasn't born with a silver spoon like you."I locked eyes with Miguel, forcing myself not to break under his gaze. Deep inside, I was crumbling. Everything felt like it was slipping out of my control, but I couldn't let him see that.He studied me, his expression unreadable. Then, after what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. "So, you think I've always had everything easy, huh?" His tone was cold, but there was something else beneath it—something I couldn't quite place. "What happened to your job as a journalist?"My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my past. Of course, he knew. Why wouldn't he
I sat on my bed, feeling a bit calmer than I had been in days, but Miguel still lingered in my mind. Questions swirled around, refusing to settle. How did he find out about me? About the deal I had with the Dela Cruz family? And what did he really want from me? Mr. Dela Cruz's warning replayed in my head, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper at play here. I was in the middle of all these thoughts when a sudden knock on the door jolted me out of my haze.Before I could ask who it was, I heard Alice's voice from the other side. "It's me."I paused for a second, reluctant to let her in. What did she want now? I wondered if she was still suspicious of me, if she was up to something. But after a moment of hesitation, I walked over and opened the door, keeping my face as neutral as possible. If she was here to fish for information, I would have to play it smart.Alice stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on me. S
As I stepped out of the shower, still feeling the warm steam around me, there was a knock at the door. It was one of the maids. "Dinner is served, and the family is waiting for you at the table," she said politely. I nodded, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over me. The last few days had been overwhelming, with everything from my meetings with Miguel to Alice's strange behavior. Once I was dressed, I made my way to the dining room. As expected, Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz were already seated, along with Alice. I could feel her eyes on me as I approached, but I kept my expression neutral. Whatever game she was playing, I couldn't let her know she was getting under my skin. The dinner started off with casual conversation. Mr. Dela Cruz talked about business plans, and Mrs. Dela Cruz chimed in occasionally with questions about future events. Alice, surprisingly, was quiet for most of it, only speaking up to comment on the food or nod in agreement. I played
Miguel took a deep breath before continuing, "There's been a lot of unusual activity on some of the Dela Cruz accounts. Small, frequent transfers. Almost like someone's trying to hide the movement of money by spreading it out."My stomach twisted. "You think it's Alice?""I can't say for sure. But it's suspicious, especially given everything else going on."I glanced over at Mr. Dela Cruz, who was watching me intently. "Miguel, can you track where the money's going? Any way to trace the recipient?""I'm working on it, but it'll take some time. Whoever's behind it is covering their tracks well.""Thank you, Miguel. Let me know if you find anything else."I hung up, relaying Miguel's information to Mr. Dela Cruz. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "She's moving money now? What's her endgame here?""I don't know," I said, my voice full of frustration. "But it feels like she's preparing for something big."The car pulled up to the hotel, and we stepped out, still deep in conversation. As
I sat silently in the car, my mind spinning. The name "Elena" echoed in my head, each syllable heavy with mystery. The last thing we needed was another unknown player in this already chaotic story. Carmen's unexpected visitor, the mysterious bracelet, Alice's whereabouts—all of it felt like pieces of a puzzle scattered everywhere. And I didn't know where to start.Mr. Dela Cruz was quiet beside me, staring out the window, his face etched with worry. As we drove back to the hotel, I could see him lost in his own thoughts. Finally, I broke the silence."Mr. Dela Cruz," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if Alice has more people working with her? What if she isn't working alone?"He turned to look at me, his expression serious. "It's crossed my mind, Andrea. But who could she trust enough to pull off something like this? Alice… she's always been stubborn and independent. And now, it seems she's desperate, too."I nodded, feeling a pang of frustration. "That name, 'Elena,'
The morning of the press conference came faster than I expected. I dressed carefully, choosing a simple but professional outfit that exuded confidence. Today wasn't just about proving my loyalty to the Dela Cruz family; it was about showing the world who I was and what I stood for. Whatever Alice had planned, I needed to be ready. As I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, I couldn't ignore the nervous flutter in my chest. This was it.Miguel was waiting for me downstairs, his face serious but encouraging. "You look ready," he said with a small smile. "Remember, stick to the truth. Alice will have her lies prepared, but if you stay calm, she'll slip up."I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "Thanks, Miguel. I'm not just doing this for me—I'm doing this for Carmen, too. She deserves a sister who will protect her, even if she's not here to see it."Miguel reached out and squeezed my hand. "Let's go show them who you are."As we walked into the press conference r
Mr. Dela Cruz glanced at her warily. "Alice, this is a serious matter. We're handling it."Alice smiled sweetly. "Of course, Father. I only want to help." She turned her gaze to me, her eyes glinting with a hidden challenge. "And I'm sure Andrea is ready for all the responsibility, right?"I bit back my irritation. She was testing me, waiting for me to make a mistake. But I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction."Yes, I am," I replied firmly. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect this family and the company."Alice's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. "I'm glad to hear that. Because if this doesn't go well, the consequences could be… severe."Miguel shot her a sharp look. "Let's focus on solving the problem instead of pointing fingers, Alice."She shrugged, unfazed. "Just making sure we all understand the stakes."The tension in the room was palpable, each of us on edge, waiting for the next bombshell to drop. I couldn't shake the feeling that Alice had more up her sl
I walked to the greenhouse that night, my mind racing. Alice's note still weighed heavy in my pocket, her words running through my head over and over. *"Meet me in the old greenhouse tonight. Alone."* It felt like a trap, but I had to go. If there was any chance to get to the bottom of her lies, this was it.As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the musty smell of damp soil and old plants. Shadows played along the walls, and the air was thick with an uncomfortable silence. In the dim light, I saw Alice standing near the back, her arms crossed, looking entirely too calm."Alice," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why did you want to meet here?"She gave a sly smile. "Oh, Andrea. I thought it was time we had a little… chat." Her eyes held a gleam I didn't like, a kind of cold amusement that made my stomach churn.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. "What's this all about, Alice? Why the games? What do you really want from me?"Alice's smile faded, and her
Miguel leaned in, reading over my shoulder. "Do you think…?"I looked at him, my mind reeling. "Miguel, what if Carmen isn't my sister? What if… what if 'Elena' is?"The realization hit us both like a thunderbolt. If there was another sister, another person who had been hidden away, then everything I knew about my past could be a lie. The family, the secrets, even Carmen's illness—what if it was all connected?Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. We froze, quickly shoving the letter back into the envelope and hiding it under a stack of books. The door creaked open, and Mr. Dela Cruz stepped inside, his eyes narrowing as he saw us."What are you two doing in here?" he asked, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge.I forced a smile, trying to look casual. "Oh, we were just… looking for a book."Mr. Dela Cruz's gaze lingered on us, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "This is a private study," he said slowly. "If you need anything, you can ask me or your mother."I nodded, my h
As Miguel left the room, I sat there, letting his words sink in. But doubt still lingered. I wanted to believe I belonged here, but everything seemed so fragile. One wrong move, and everything could shatter. And with Alice? I didn't even know where to start.I decided to give myself a moment to breathe, to try and clear my mind. Maybe some fresh air would help. I made my way to the garden, finding a quiet spot on a stone bench surrounded by flowers. The air was cool, and the scent of jasmine filled my senses, calming me slightly. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear anyone approaching until a voice startled me."You know, for someone who's supposed to be family, you're really good at keeping secrets."I looked up to see Alice standing there, her arms crossed, her expression colder than I'd ever seen it. My heart sank. This conversation wasn't going to be easy, but I knew I couldn't avoid it."Alice, I'm sorry. I didn't want to keep anything from you," I said, trying to ke
The moment I opened my eyes that morning, I knew today was going to be different. There were still so many questions hanging over me, making it impossible to feel completely settled. No matter how much I tried to fit in here, every new answer seemed to come with a dozen more questions. Today, I was going to get some real answers, or at least try my best.I took a deep breath, got dressed, and made my way out of my room. As luck would have it, I spotted Mr. and Mrs. Dela Cruz seated together in the living room, leaning in close as they spoke quietly. They looked deep in conversation, almost like they were discussing something serious.I approached them, taking a moment to compose myself before saying, "Good morning, Dad. Morning, Mom."They both looked up, and the warmth in their eyes was instant. Mrs. Dela Cruz's face lit up with a proud smile, and Mr. Dela Cruz looked at me with that same approving gaze. There was something so genuine about the way they looked at me that I coul
The next day, I woke up with a knot of nerves in my stomach. Today was the board meeting. Today, I was officially stepping into the Dela Cruz world. I got dressed, choosing a sleek, professional outfit, and mentally prepared myself for whatever was coming.Just as I was adjusting my blazer, Alice barged into my room without even a knock. Her eyes were sharp, and her face was twisted into a sneer."So, you think you're one of us now?" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can never be part of this family. You're nothing but an outsider."I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of anger rise within me. I wasn't going to let her intimidate me, not today. I stood up, meeting her glare head-on."Alice," I said, my voice steady and cold, "you're the one who doesn't belong. I am their real daughter, and you're just… adopted. Remember how you love to say that 'fake can never be real'? Maybe it's time you take your own advice, little sister."For the first time, I saw her face go pal