What the heck! This famous apartment doesn't have an elevator? They said the elevator is broken, like I care. My day was already bad, and now my move-in day is ruined too! Life is just so unfair. I immediately looked for my assigned room so I could start arranging my things. I found it quickly and slid my card before turning the handle. But as soon as I started opening the door, I smelled something burning. I realized it was coming from my new place. I hurriedly opened the door fully and looked around to see where the smell was coming from. A man in the kitchen cursed. I couldn't see his face because he was facing away, busy with something. My eyes landed on what he was doing. It was burning! I quickly dropped my suitcase and rushed over to him, covering my nose from the smoke. "W-what's happening here?" I asked in a panic, still covering my nose. He turned to look at me, also covering his nose. "Who are you?" He asked in confusion, but we both stepped back as the flames grew. "Fuck! Fuck*ng fire! I hate cooking with this!" he yelled angrily, fighting the fire. I looked around for something to extinguish the fire and quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher. I used it to put out the flames. The fire was out in no time. I smiled and smirked at the sight of his burnt eggs. Seriously, he couldn't even cook eggs! He gave me a dirty look, and I tried to hold back my laughter because of his appearance, covered in the fire extinguisher foam. "Funny?" "Is everything okay in there?" "Is anyone hurt?" "We're coming in." Voices from outside shouted. I watched as my companion went to the door and opened it. "No one was hurt, everything is fine, thank you," he said quickly before closing the door. He paused and looked at my suitcase. "Ah, that's mine," I said. "No one asked." He replied coldly, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. He entered a room and slammed the door. I grabbed a towel from my suitcase and started wiping my face from the extinguisher foam. I couldn't help but laugh at myself and at him. Deep down, I wanted to burst out laughing at his appearance, but still, he was kind of cool, especially with his aura. I turned around when I heard someone cough behind me. It was the guy from earlier. Yeah, maybe he's my roommate. He looked down, making me curious. I glanced down to see what he was looking at. Wait, what? He's looking at my br*ast? No, maybe I'm just imagining things. "You study at H.U?" Reality hit me when I realized he was looking at my ID. I assumed too much, Farah Joy. "Yes," I replied shortly and continued wiping my face as he walked over to the fridge. I put my towel back and turned to see him standing in front of me, drinking a beer. Does he have powers? He appeared out of nowhere! "You forgot to use 'sir' when addressing me, Lady Farah." Wait, how does he know my name? I haven't even told him! And why should I call him 'sir'? Who is he? "I saw your name on your ID, woman. Don't overthink it," he said seriously before finishing his drink. I was wrong again, Farah Joy! I wanted to slap myself. "Oh, haha... haha! Right!" I said awkwardly, scratching my head. "B-but why do I need to call you 'sir'? Who are you?" I asked boldly. He frowned and suddenly laughed. Gosh, his laugh drives me crazy! I snapped back to reality when he leaned close to my ear and whispered something that made my eyes widen and almost drop my p*nty. "Well, I'm Kevin Tran." I felt his soft lips on my ear, gently biting it. He stepped back and left. "K-Kevin T-Tran? The famous professor? Gosh, my crush!" I whispered as he walked away. What kind of apartment is this? I met my crush-I mean, the most famous professor I've ever known. Sir Kevin. I have a crush on him too!! Ghoddd!!
Chapter 1
Farah's POV
I still can't get over what happened today. Can you believe it? My roommate is a famous professor! I didn't recognize him at first... but wow, it's him! Unbelievable!
I was jolted back to reality by a knock at the door. Who could it be? There are only two of us here, and it's a man knocking.
I walked slowly, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There he was, standing outside, hands in his pockets, looking my way.
"Someone's knocking."
I raised my eyebrows at his comment. Why is he out here but not opening the door himself?
"I said, someone's knocking."
He repeated, and I quickly nodded, stepping outside to open the door.
"Your order, ma'am," said the delivery man.
Oh right, I ordered this. It's the purple stuff, but a light shade. Yeah, I like purple.
"How much?"
"1,500 pesos."
Only 1,500 pesos? Ugh, my wallet hurts!
"Thank you, kuya. Please just put it there," I instructed as I returned the change to my bag. I gave him 2,000 pesos and didn't want to keep the change. Times are tough.
He nodded and left. I scratched my head before starting to carry my things inside. I stopped when I saw 'sir' on the sofa, reading with his legs crossed.
"What is that?" he asked seriously, not looking my way. I immediately answered.
"My stuff, sir."
He nodded at my response while I continued. I put down what I brought and started opening it. The rest will have to wait; they're too heavy.
I smiled when I saw my light purple bedsheets and pillowcases. I hugged them like they were my favorite.
After a moment, I set them aside to get the rest. But before I could go back out, the others were already in front of the door. I stepped outside to check on 'sir,' but he was still sitting in the same position.
Wait, I didn't place these here!
I organized my stuff quickly so I could take a shower. I didn't want to smell bad around my crush. Although, to be honest, he's not really my crush-just a temporary one.
After organizing everything, I lay on my bed and took off my bag before grabbing my phone.
I saw a lot of messages from Wendy, my friend!
"[Hey girl, have you moved in yet?]"
"[Girl, let's go together tomorrow!!]"
"[Send me your apartment's location so I can adjust!!]"
"[I'm so excited for tomorrow, and I heard the professors at H.U. are so handsome, ackk]"
"[I'm excited!!]"
I shook my head at her messages, reacting with laughs and hearts, and then sent my location.
I put down my phone and started picking out clothes for today.
It's quiet outside, so I felt at ease. Maybe my crush is busy-teachers, you know.
But as I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard the shower. W-wait, sir is showering?
I panicked and sat on the sink, pretending to do something else.
I heard the door open and looked up, shocked to see him topless. I swallowed hard and looked away. He was drying his hair.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and I quickly glanced away.
I fiddled with the toothbrushes on the table.
"Don't play with that! It's not a toy," he said. I immediately stopped. "...pick one."
"E-excuse me?"
"I said, pick one."
"N-no thanks, I already have one," I declined. He nodded and took the toothbrushes. "Sir, just curious, where do you teach?" I asked, confused.
"H.U... so don't be late, Ms. Farah. You'll face consequences if I'm your professor," he warned with a grin.
W-what? Sir is also at my university?? Unbelievable!
I woke up early because of the alarm I set last night. Today is the first day of classes... and I'm already annoyed! I had to move out of my old place because the landlord is so stingy and doesn't give chances. Luckily, this place is affordable, and I saved enough to pay for it. And the cherry on top? Mr. C is here, hahaha!
I got up and rubbed my eyes before tidying up my bed. Then I grabbed my shower stuff and uniform, planning to dress in the bathroom.
Our uniform is red, with a skirt that's just below the knee. The top is a button-down jacket-like piece. And the socks need to be long. Thankfully, I have those.
I immediately left my room to take a shower but stopped when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I saw Mr. Kevin dressing and putting on his coat. I quickly moved before he could see me and dashed into the bathroom.
"That was close," I whispered to myself.
"I'm leaving, Ms. Farah. Don't be late!"
He shouted from outside. I pressed my ear to the door to make sure he was gone, sighed, and sat on the toilet, thinking. It's still early.
"Farah Joy, you're so slow. I've been waiting out here forever," Wendy complained.
"Sorry, you know how slow I am. Look, I haven't even brushed my hair yet. You're in a rush too," I retorted, pointing at my uncombed hair.
"Oh, don't worry about your hair. Let's focus on the hot professors at the University. Let's go!" She pulled me to find a jeepney. I don't know about her-does she even study? She's always looking for handsome guys!
When we arrived at the University, we joined the crowd of students entering. I rolled my eyes at my annoying friend, who waved at every guy she found attractive.
I grabbed her arm to make her stop because couples were getting annoyed. "Wendy, enough! People are staring at us!"
"What's their problem? Want a fight?" she snapped, glaring at them.
"Alright, alright, let's go," I said, letting go of her arm and giving her a stern look. She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, fine. Let's go!" and she pulled me again.
We finally reached our classroom, which was really noisy. We ignored it and sat where there were no students, right in front of the electric fan. Who cares?
"Good morning."
A male voice spoke at the front. I heard the girls squeal, including Wendy, who practically screamed in my ear.
But all that faded when-oh my god! It's Sir Kevin.
Don't tell me he's my teacher too? But I hope... he's not!!!
Mr. Kevin scanned each one of us until his gaze landed on me. I quickly looked away. Oh lord, he's really testing me!
"Good morning to all of you! I just want to let you know that I will be your math teacher," he announced seriously, looking around to ensure we were all paying attention.
I won't lie, he's handsome with that jawline, what the hell!
'Mr. Kevin is really handsome!'
'Yeah, sis, I won't skip class anymore!'
I glanced at the two girls in front of us chatting.
"Girls at the back, are you listening to me?" Mr. Kevin asked.
The two girls turned and bowed in respect, while I just smirked.
Gossips!
"I'm not referring to you two... I mean you, Ms.!"
Everyone turned to look at me. Mr. Kevin pointed at me and stared. Wendy, too, was frowning at me.
"Sir? B-but-" I started, but he cut me off.
"Stand up."
He spoke seriously. I looked around before standing up slowly.
Why am I getting involved in this unlucky mess!
"Introduce yourself."
I was startled by his sudden command. What? Doesn't he already know me? Do I really have to introduce myself?
"Sir-"
"I said, introduce yourself."
He insisted, crossing his arms. Wendy nudged me with her elbow. I sighed before speaking.
"Hi everyone, I'm Farah Joy... pleased to meet you all," I said, forcing a smile. Then I quickly sat down.
I didn't hear any comment from Mr. Kevin or my classmates, so I glanced at Mr. Kevin who was already writing on the blackboard as if nothing had happened.
Wow, really!
"Wow sis, it's impressive that you can talk to Mr. Kevin. If I were in your place, I might have fainted from the pressure-" Wendy whispered before I elbowed her because Mr. Kevin glanced in our direction.
'Kevin Tran.'
That's what was written on the blackboard.
"Maybe you all know me, right?" he asked seriously, heading to his desk.
We all looked at a student who raised their hand. "..Sir, aren't we going to introduce ourselves too? Why only Ms. Farah?"
'Yeah, sir, why not us?'
'Exactly, sir!'
'True that!'
Noise and cheering erupted, with Wendy joining in, so I pinched her side. Everything stopped when Mr. Kevin slammed his book on his desk.
"Shut up! I don't care about your names anymore. I want silence, so I didn't ask you one by one!"
He said angrily. I heard Wendy huff along with the other girls.
"Okay, I just said that I am a math teacher. So listen to me carefully... this was just an introduction, but next time I will be teaching, so everyone should be serious, okay?"
Everyone quickly replied, "Yes, sir," and started packing up as Mr. Kevin did.
"See you tomorrow everyone, goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Professor Tran!" everyone shouted. The girls quickly followed Mr. Kevin as he left. I grabbed Wendy as she was about to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm tagging along... hehe!" I frowned at her.
"Where to?"
"To find some cute guys!" she squealed, causing me to let go of her.
I just shook my head and sighed.
That girl!!
To Be Continued..
I am here standing in front of my boyfriend's apartment, carrying gifts and food. Today is our 4th anniversary. We started dating when I was in 12th grade and he was a freshman in college. Now, he has graduated, and I am a 4th-year nursing student. I start knocking, and after a while, the door opens. "Surprise, love!" I happily greet him, but I notice that he doesn't look happy. "Love? Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, come in," he says, so I walk in. I look around, and it's dark. There are no lights on. His anxiety and trauma must have returned; he was like this when his mom passed away. I set the food on the table. "Love, are you okay?" I ask again. "Yeah," he says as he sits on the sofa, rubbing his head. I approach him and sit beside him. "Do you want me to massage you?" I ask, reaching out to touch him, but he moves away. "I have to tell you something," he says. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Please, don't let it be something bad. "Let's go out tomorrow. I didnât get a gift for today," he says, and my anxiety is replaced with happiness. "Okay, love!" I say cheerfully. "For today, I want you to go home and rest. Let's meet tomorrow. I want to be alone," he says, which hurts my heart again. I stand up slowly. "O-okay, love," I say, and as I am about to leave, he suddenly hugs me from behind. "Happy anniversary, take care," he says and kisses my cheek before letting go. I smile and leave his apartment. Author's POV After his girlfriend leaves, his father suddenly calls. Before answering, he sighs deeply. [When is your flight?] "Monday," he coldly replies. [You better be ready. Remember what your mom said to you before she died.] "I remember that. You don't need to say it," he says in a very cold voice. [You're leaving for America on Monday, and you havenât told your girlfriend yet, right?] He doesn't respond because he knows his father disapproves of his girlfriend. [Spend your last day with her, because it will be her last time spending a day with you.] He doesn't say anything and ends the call. He knows he loves his girlfriend deeply, but he made a promise to his mother. âSon, I know you will become like me, a famous model and actress. You must become a famous model and actor, okay? Even though I know I won't live long, I know you will fulfill my wish. I want you to be known by everyone because I know I have lacked so much for you. Iâm sorry, son, because your mom got sick.â His mother had leukemia and passed away when he was only six years old. Now he wants to fulfill her wish. The only problem is his girlfriend, who is still in the Philippines. Carmella's POV I woke up early because I am so excited about today! We're going out, ahhh!! It's Sunday, so no classes,! I am happily waiting for my boyfriend outside the apartment I share with my sibling. I'm wearing a white dress that goes to my knees. Itâs a formal dress with short sleeves and a V-neck. I'm also wearing a silver necklace he gave me on our first anniversary. After a while, a car stops in front of me. I smile as he gets out and opens the door for me. I get in and fix myself, but I feel a bit nervous today for some reason, bwahaha. He is wearing a maroon turtleneck, a long black blazer, and black pants. Wow, he looks so handsome.
Three black cars were chasing a taxi. The taxi driver tried to speed up despite knowing it was dangerous. Other vehicles complained about their speed due to their sudden overtakes. However, the three black cars didnât care. Their only focus was the woman inside the taxi. âZIEYAH! STOP THAT FUCKING TAXI!!â shouted the man leading the two other black cars while firing his gun. His throat nearly burst from the intensity of his shouting. **Zieyah Nicole Luxqinneâs Point of View:** I bowed my head, covering my ears from the loud gunshots. H-he really wonât leave me alone! âMiss! This is too dangerous, we might get hurt! Letâs just stop!â pleaded the taxi driver, who was unwittingly dragged into this mess. âN-no, sir!! Heâll kill me if he catches me!! Itâll be the end for me if he catches me. Please, sir! Drive faster!â I stammered and begged, tears streaming down my face along with cold sweat from fear. My voice was nearly hoarse from the terror. My whole body trembled, and I couldnât explain the feeling coursing through my entire systemâfear. I was terrified of being caught by him. I could also sense the driverâs fear. After all, he got involved because of me! This is my fault! Moments later, we heard another gunshot, and this time, it hit some part of the taxi, causing it to swerve. âThey shot the tire!â shouted the driver, desperately trying to brake. The taxi spun around, and I clung tightly to the side of the car. The noise of the car tires skidding was deafening as the driver tried to bring the car to a halt.
"Good morning, Elle!" Eri greeted me promptly. "Morning," I mumbled shortly and sat in my chair. He really annoys me! Well, if you're asking who Iâm referring to, it's just my cold, ungentlemanly husband. Hmp, he's lucky I love him. Yes, I'm married and I have feelings for him, although itâs just an arranged marriage. "Ohh? What happened to you? Why do you look like the sky and earth fell on you? Did you have another fight with your husband? Haha," Cia teased and moved to the chair next to mine. I didn't bother to answer her goddamn question and just rolled my eyes instead. I looked at Xyra, who was busy on her phone. Sheâs probably stalking Kuya Axel again. "Hey, Elle!" I scowled as I remembered what my dear husband did againâ "ASTHERIELLE LOUISVILLE!!!" I jumped and snapped back to reality when Cia shouted my full name. I glared at her, but she just made a peace sign. "Are you trying to make me deaf, huh, woman?" I asked irritably, but she just rolled her eyes at me. "Weâve been calling you for a while, but it looks like youâre busy daydreaming," Eri said, moving closer to Xyra, who was still busy on her phone and smiling. I just pouted and said sorry. "Why are you spacing out? Is there a problem?" Cia asked. I just shook my head and nudged Xyra. "What?" she asked in confusion, seemingly unaware of what was happening around her. "Ouch! Damn," she complained when Cia smacked her on the head, glaring at her. They ended up chasing each other like children. Eri and I just shook our heads.
"Okay class! That's all for today! Goodbye," said our professor as he gathered his things. I quickly tidied up Jay's stuff. Yes, I know his nameâit's Jay. I put the tissue in his bag; he can throw it away later. He adjusted his pants. As soon as the professor left, our classmates stood up, and Jay quickly stood and pulled me outside. He seemed eager. Hahaha. He took me to the girls' restroom. Luckily, no one was inside, so we could enter freely. I pulled him into the farthest cubicle and quickly shut the door. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. I returned his kiss, feeling his hand slowly glide up to my chest. "Hmp!" I moaned when he squeezed one of them. He moved quickly and urgently, so I broke away from his kiss. "Easy, babe. Relax!" I said, laughing as I stroked his arm to calm him down. He laughed at himself too. "I want you," he said huskily, lust and hunger visible in his eyes. I smiled at him and pulled his neck for another passionate kiss. His hands roamed my chest and butt. Our kiss was interrupted by my phone ringing. I pushed him away to see who was calling. It was Reign, my best friend and classmate. "What?" I answered. Jay continued kissing my neck, his hand still exploring. [Our fun time is interrupted. Another professor is coming in for our substitute class. Hurry up.] She hung up frantically. I frowned and pushed Jay to stop him from kissing me. "Next time. I still a class," I said before leaving him in there
"Ugh!!! Stop it, Vaughn!! You're making me horny!!" I said seductively while Vaughn kissed my neck. I looked into the front mirror of the car we were riding in and saw Vaughn's wife staring back at me. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched us. I smirked when our eyes met and moved even closer to Vaughn. I stroked his hair while he kissed my neck and squeezed my ample chest with one hand. I moaned louder to encourage him further. I wasn't disappointed as he started to remove his coat. When I glanced again at his wife sitting in the front, she was crying, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs. Our driver remained indifferent, as Vaughn had strictly forbidden him from interfering with our activities. Their job was all they should focus on if they didn't want to be punished or lose their employment. "Yes! That's right! Feel the pain deeply! Because it's not enough to atone for your sins against me! I'll make you experience hell until you end your own life! And I'll start with your beloved husband!" I thought, smiling as I watched Vaughn's wife cry. "This is just the beginning. We haven't even reached the exciting part yet!"
Everyone thought he was just a spoiled brat who flirted with anyone because he had a powerful father who could give him all the luxuries in life. Contrary to what most people know, Acadia was just a lost soul eager to find love and peace within her. He is a flying eagle, complete with wings and at the peak but he does not know what for and what is the reason of his life. She thought she could tame him, but the guy has it's own principles in life. A man hard to reach and unworthy of his kind. Meeting Seigneur was one of her plans but falling in love with him isn't. She thought that her love for him would save her from her grief but the man only doubled her suffering.
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true originsâa lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. âIt's time to reveal your true identity, darling.â
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.