All Chapters of Alter her Destiny: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stefan Aragon stood before the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, his reflection a stark reminder of the turmoil that churned within him. His eyes were red and swollen from the tears he had shed in the privacy of this very room, the weight of his decisions heavy on his shoulders. He ran a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, trying to compose himself as he gazed at the person staring back at him. "It's my decision. I have to go through all of this because it is all my fault. I deserve this," Stefan muttered to himself, the words echoing in the tiled space. The silence that followed was suffocating, amplifying the ache in his chest. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay resolute in the face of uncertainty. As his gaze lingered on the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the pair of ceramic figurines placed delicately on the bathroom counter. They were small, intricately painted, a memento of the three years he had shared with Genevieve. Memories flooded his mind, each momen

Sa gitna ng isang mataong lungsod, tila umaalingawngaw sa bawat pader ng apartment ni Genevieve dahil sa mabigat na katahimikan. Sa loob ng isang mahaba at pahirap na linggo, nailayo niya ang kanyang sarili sa mundo, nalulunod sa dagat ng di-maipaliwanag na kalungkutan. Her once-lively abode now felt cavernous, each room a hollow shell that mirrored the emptiness in her soul. The sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light upon Genevieve's motionless form. She lay tangled in a labyrinth of sheets, the soft hum of the outside world a distant murmur against the heavy silence that shrouded her. Her once vivacious spirit had crumbled beneath the weight of invisible burdens, leaving her adrift in a sea of melancholy. As morning dawned with ghostly fingers of light creeping through her windows, a sharp knock pierced the stillness, jolting Genevieve from her listless stupor. She stirred, brow furrowing in confusion. "Hindi ko matandaan na magkakaroon at tat

In the bustling district of Gangnam, where the pulse of Seoul beats with an electrifying rhythm, a hair salon buzzed with activity. Gavin, a young man with a vibrant personality and a penchant for dramatic hairstyles, sat in the styling chair alongside his boyfriend. The atmosphere was filled with the hum of hairdryers and the chatter of stylists flitting about the salon. As Gavin settled in for his hair appointment, his attention was drawn to the figure seated beside him. Rowan, a friend who shared a complicated history with Gavin and his family, was also undergoing a hair transformation. The tension between them was palpable, simmering beneath the surface as unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Gavin, known for his sharp tongue and quick wit, couldn't resist breaking the silence. "I've heard that you go to someone I know, that's why you're not participating in the supergroup collaboration," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. Rowan, ever the master of deflectio

Stefan had always admired Genevieve from afar since he was fifteen and shhe's sixteen, drawn to her vibrant personality and infectious laughter. They shared a special bond that went beyond mere friendship, or at least that's what Stefan thought. Despite spending countless afternoons together, Genevieve always made it clear that she was waiting for someone else. Rowan, the elusive figure who seemed to occupy a significant space in Genevieve's heart, was the constant obstacle in Stefan's path. But he persevered, content in being Genevieve's loyal friend, always there to support her in any way he could. However, everything changed when Rowan finally made his long-awaited appearance. Stefan watched in silent agony as Rowan swept Genevieve off her feet, presenting her with flowers and stealing the spotlight that Stefan had hoped to claim. As Genevieve's attention shifted towards Rowan, Stefan felt a pang of jealousy and longing gnaw at his heart. He wondered if he would ever be able to esc

Genevieve sat across from Lorelei in their favorite coffee shop, her eyes clouded with a mix of emotions. "Lori, I keep having vivid dreams, but whenever I wake up, I forget the man's face. I just wake up with tears in my eyes," she confessed, her voice tinged with frustration. Lori raised an eyebrow in response. "It's vivid but blurred on the man's face? Are you even serious, my friend?" she asked, her tone a blend of curiosity and concern as she sifted through online clues related to Genevieve's past accident four years ago."I'm serious, Lori. Everything is vivid, but then the moment I wake up, poof—it's erased. Maybe it's because I didn't jot it down right away, but dreams are supposed to be like that, a message you can't see but need to crypt, right?" Genevieve mused, feeling a sense of urgency to uncover the mystery behind these recurring dreams. Lorelei couldn't help but smile at her friend's baffling situation. "Why are you so cute, my dear friend?" she teased, causing Genevie