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,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,

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

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,

Victoria's POV,My day at the office had just begun when I received an alarming email from "The Parker's Group Of Companies." My heart sank as I read its contents. It threatened to sever our partnership and mentioned complaints against our company, leaving me both confused and frightened. My mind whirled as I wondered what could have been the root of these accusations. Why had I not heard of them before? What could we have done to deserve such a threat? As I read further, my fear turned to outrage. The email mentioned spurious accusations of unethical business practices, citing no sources or evidence to support them. My temper flared as I thought of the consequences these unfounded claims could have on our reputation and the damage they could do to our business. Amidst the jumble of thoughts crowding my mind, one memory stood out: Judith's rage-filled voice the last time we spoke. I could still hear her words echoing in my ears: "You'll regret this, and you'll pay for what you've do