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
It had been three days since I last heard from Miguel Rodriguez. Three long, uneventful days. No calls, no messages—just silence. And for some reason, that silence gnawed at me more than I wanted to admit. I didn't understand why my thoughts kept drifting back to him, or why I found myself wondering what he was up to. I didn't like it. During this time, there had also been no new "missions" from the Dela Cruz family. Since my last conversation with Mr. Dela Cruz, things had been awkward. I could barely meet his eyes whenever we were in the same room, and I felt completely out of place in the mansion. The once-luxurious surroundings now felt like a prison, and I was just counting down the days until I could leave and return to my normal life. But what was normal for me anymore? I wasn't sure.That morning, one of the maids came knocking at my door to call me down for breakfast. My first instinct was to refuse. I wasn't in the mood to sit around the table, pretending everything w
For a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other in silence. The weight of whatever he was about to reveal hung between us, heavy and suffocating. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the tension building in the room, but neither of us said a word.I couldn't read his expression. Was he testing me? Was this another one of his games? Or was this something far more serious?The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, until I could hardly breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, and I realized, with a sudden, terrifying clarity, that whatever happened next would change everything.And for the first time, I wasn't sure if I was ready.After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, I couldn't hold it any longer. The tension in the room was thick, and I needed to know what was really going on. I took a deep breath and spoke, trying to maintain my composure."Am I just here to play the staring game with you, or do you actually have something to talk to me about?" I
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
I finally made my way inside and quickly picked up the call to hear what Miguel had to say, as I couldn't control the urge to talk to him."Andrea, I don't have much time to talk... Can you meet me later today? we need to talk about something very important" Miguel said, as he sounded like he was in a haste.I agreed to his request, as I was also curious about a lot of things.As soon as I hung up the call with Miguel, I felt my heart racing. What could he possibly want to talk about that was so urgent? And why did he sound so hurried, so…nervous? I didn't know whether to feel anxious or excited. But whatever it was, I knew I couldn't let this chance slip by. Maybe Miguel had answers. Maybe he knew something about the Dela Cruz family that could help me understand what was really going on.I started getting ready, my mind running in a thousand different directions, but before I could even gather my thoughts, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. I opened the door
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