rThe Woman in Her Dreams Minah checked her watch while she got off the private ferry she was riding bound for Kusu Island. From Marina South Pier, the ferry traveled for more than half an hour. Although she was tired and her senses were down, she wasn't able to take a nap for the entire six-hour trip ever since the vessel left from the Philippines until they finally reached the island. Tobias made her feel what heaven was like last night. They made love the whole night. They did it inside the tub, in the shower, and then finally in their bed. Her whole body was aching when she woke up that morning. But all of it was worth it when she woke up that morning still in his tight embrace. They had breakfast together and she helped him pack up his suitcase—together with Angel of course who kept reminding her father to call them as soon as he arrived at his destination. It was only an hour when Tobias left when she drove back to the airport to catch her flight at exactly three sharp. And

The Painful Truth Minah snuggled the pillow she was able to grab from her head. Probably due to the alcohol she had last night, she woke up with a terrible headache. As much as she wanted to get some more sleep, she forced her eyes to pry open when she remembered that she had a paid job to do on that day. They needed to get to Kusu Island as early as possible, that was what she remembered from the man she escorted last night. By the time she saw the clock at the side table, she immediately sat up from bed. Ten in the morning! Staggering to crawl out of the bed, she rushed to the living area to check on the man. But after scanning every corner, no sign of him or even his shadows around. She clutched her head. This is not good! Did she just lose him? There's no way she just let herself get drunk without even getting paid last night. Then, she paused for a while. She sprinted towards the vanity mirror and touched her body, feeling herself. Well, she's still a virgin, she was at le

Her Fight Minah opened her mouth, about to say something, but she immediately piped down. She had a feeling that the woman was purposely digging her nails into her arm. But what was she supposed to say anyway? She had no clue what to think about, to begin with. This woman who was helplessly lying in bed, barely breathing, was her husband’s ex-fiancée. She was the one she once saw in the ambulance with Tobias—the night when he was attacked by the two Singaporeans on Kusu Island. She was the same woman who Tobias chose over her a few years ago. Her love rival wasn't Ava after all but her. Rival. Minah wanted to hoot with laughter. What made her think that Tobias genuinely loved her? She heard the woman loud and clear. Tobias was taking avenge out on her. Minah tried her best to keep her expression blank, even though her heart was crushing inside. Tobias remained silent, on the other hand. For the second time, Tobias hid a secret from her again. He had fooled her again just like wha

The Hero Minah was clutching the pouch that was sitting on her lap way too hard as if she could gather the air she'd be needing later on there. A taunting smile was still plastered across Vincent's lips while his eyes remained focused on her. Ava on the other hand was giving her an “I-told-you-you-can’t-mess-with-us-bitch” glare, seemingly proud about what her brother was doing to her. Isabel seemed bewildered, for sure she didn't have a clue about Vincent's plan at all. Neither did Juan Miguel and Margaux. They had no idea about what lay behind her calm state at the moment. “Vincent, what does Damara mean? Can anyone here explain to us what’s happening?” Margaux asked. When she got no replies from anybody, the old woman stared at her, confused. “Hija, I don't quite follow.” Minah took her time rising to her feet even though itchiness slowly began to crawl all over her body. It was only a matter of minutes before the rashes became visible, that soon, she'll have a hard time brea

Vengeance Nathaniel clenched his jaw. Minah was provoking him to pull the trigger, he knew. The woman’s voice was harsh, cold, and icy; they matched the mean expression on her color-drained face. If Nathaniel didn't know her for a long time, he'd have believed every word her mouth spat. That she lacked conscience and mercy and had zero remorse for all the crimes she committed. But he knew her through and through. He knew that she was only torturing every bit of herself at this very moment. He could see how pale she looked now that she was bare-faced. He knew she was trying so hard to hide the pain and havoc in her heart but she couldn’t hide the agony in her eyes. She was weak, desolated, and scared, yet she still managed to look like a woman with an indomitable spirit. Minah experienced nothing but betrayal these past few weeks, and as heartless as Nathaniel thought he was, he needed to add more to her suffering. But Jesus! He felt sick knowing that he was causing this woman a