All Chapters of Sins of The Past: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Diane’s P.O.V.   The examination week would start tomorrow. As usual, my brain was empty because it was quite hard for me to study. It was my last year in college. I had to pass the eight exams with the complex pre-board test and two thesis defenses. It was like finding a needle in the haystack, but those would finally complete my course in Accountancy.   It was indeed satisfying to think that in just a little time, I would be able to fulfill my goals one by one, most especially my dreams for my family. They were my inspirations on each passing day. They were the reason why giving up was never an option for me, so I just kept on getting up in life’s every battle.   Life was difficult and painful. It was a land of suffering, not to mention that it was indeed unfair. But after all, I chose to be optimistic. Everything would change depending on how you viewed life, and I was not the kind of person that woul

Leandro’s P.O.V.   She became the love of my life ever since I laid my eyes on her. Realizations soon hit me that I did not have to say those words to Claire or better known as Diane. I did not mean to scare her or anything, I just wanted her to know that I would be always here for her—guarding her silently.   Giving up on her was never an option, and I would not accept any defeat no matter what. I would never give her up, and I was willing to fight with anyone who would block my way to get her heart. I would always protect her in ways I knew, and I would never leave her alone. Other people would not understand me, but I adored Diane so much as if she was on a pedestal.   Yes. I already knew her name right from the start. Dayanara Clariz Rivera. But I just chose to ride on whatever trip she had—whether she wanted to use a fake name or not—because even if I turned the world upside down, I knew in my heart

Leandro’s P.O.V. “I don’t want anybody else aside from her, you hear me? I will triple the price. Or do you want quadruple? Just tell me! Name your damn fucking price… or you want to deal with one million pesos?” I told her. I tried to calm my voice, but my dominant attitude seemed to come out. I had very short patience that I wanted to bark. What Leandro wants, Leandro gets! And I cannot wait for another moment because I want Diane right away. Lucy immediately complied with my amends, and we went out of her office. She went to Diane who was still wearing her mask and was now laughing with the female bartender over the counter. She then whispered to her about what I wanted to happen—to table her. It took a long time before Diane looked in my direction. It was obvious from her actio

Diane’s P.O.V. He made a series of deep thrusts and later on, all I could feel was him, stretching my nerves while pleasingly stabbing my body. My tears kept on rolling that I couldn’t control them. What he was doing kept on shaking my whole being and cruelly ending my dreams. He continued pounding on top of me while letting out a few moans of satisfaction and relief. I didn’t want to hear him with my eyes closed and my head slouched. I couldn’t look at him overpowering with lust even though the surrounding was so dark. I had been trapped under his bulky body too many times. His pleasure increased and so his grip on me, making him reach the peak of his desire. It really hurts me physically, emotionally, and mentally. I was totally drained. I guessed it would ruin my entire life. After this, I would never want to live again. I would

Unknown Person’s P.O.V. It had been three years already, but I still could not stop thinking about her. Three years had passed, yet I still could not find the woman I had been searching for. She was probably a minor by that time so, she might have looked different by now. But one thing was for sure—that she might have looked even better. She might have bloomed into a much prettier and sexier woman, but where could I find her? Where in the earth she could ever be found? I was willing to pay for any amount if I could find her sooner. For me, she was more than an ounce of gold. I wished that we could start all over again too—far from how we had met each other. I would trade everything for a single chance of being with her and make up for that one horrible mistake I did before. Smoldered with deep regrets from what had already happened, I would like to spare this one&md