When He Found Me Broken

Hi, I’m Ysaa. I’m 19. Medyo tahimik lang akong bata from the probinsya, and trust me—my life? Parang teleserye na sinulat ng writer na galit sa akin. Hindi ako ‘yung bida na rich, pretty, and powerful. Ako ‘yung extra na laging umiiyak sa gilid. I grew up without my parents. Naulila ako when I was little, so my Tita raised me with love—but love doesn’t pay bills. Life was hard. Lutang levels. But I held on to one dream: makapagtapos ng college and give Tita a better life. But dreams need money. At ang wallet ko? Laging exhausted. So I took the leap. I left my tiny hometown for the big, sosyal, and traffic-infested city. Guess where I landed? In the mansion of Mr. Ramon De Almonte—my rich tito na parang CEO ng buong universe. 🎩 Meet the De Almonte Royal Fam: Tito Ramon CEO vibes. Suits. Cufflinks. Smells like success and ₱40k cologne. But beneath all that? Kind-hearted. Parang teddy bear in a ₱200k suit. Tita Camille Goddess beauty. Flawless. May sariling spotlight kahit walang ilaw. Sips tea like royalty but roasts like Gordon Ramsay when needed—calm, composed, fatal. And Jane... Jane Camille De Almonte. Walking Chanel campaign. Queen of side-eyes. Diva of the year. Allergic to poor energy. The human version of “you can’t sit with us.” 🎥 YSAA’s POV: Now I live in a house where the staircase is more expensive than our old house. Legit, if I trip, baka headline ako sa t****k: “Probinsyana Falls in Luxury.” Tito’s kind. Tita? Intimidating pero classy. Jane? Imagine Regina George na marunong mag-Tagalog. She hates me. With passion. And she’s not even trying to hide it. 💅 JANE’s POV: “Daddy. Explain. Bakit may stranger sa bathroom ko?” Another freeloader? Great. And of all people—her?! She’s not even cute. Okay… fine. Provincial cute. But that’s a different genre. Now I have to share oxygen, breakfast, and possibly my eyelash technician? Unacceptable. ☕ The Next Morning… Scene: Fancy breakfast table. Mood: Awkward. Bacon: Burnt—malamang sinadya ni Jane. Ramon: “Good morning, Ysaa and Jane, Anak. Eat up—you’ll be late.” Jane (chewing like she’s in an Oscar scene): “Late for what, Dad? I’m the only student here.” Ramon: “Not anymore. I enrolled Ysaa in your school. Now you have someone to ride with.” Ysaa (choking on toast): “Po?! Thank you, Tito… I thought I’d never study again!” Jane (gasps dramatically): “WHAT?! Dad! Is this some sick prank? Where’s the camera? Tell me I’m on a hidden show.” Camille (calmly sipping ₱700 coffee): “No prank, Jane. We already bought her uniforms yesterday.” Jane (drops designer fork like it’s cursed): “OH. EM. GEE. Mommy? Et tu?!” [storms off like she just got second place in Miss Universe] Camille (in a soft but dangerous voice): “Jane! Come back here. We are not done talking.” Ysaa: “Tito… I’m really thankful. But I don’t want to be a burden.” Tito Ramon: “You’re not, yssa. You’re family. And Jane? She’ll adjust… eventually.” Ysaa (teary-eyed): “Salamat po, Tito…” 🛻 6:50 AM – Departure Drama Ramon: “Jane! Your cousin’s waiting!” Jane (grabs her designer bag with full attitude): “Coming, Daddy!” Jane’s Thoughts: Lord, give me strength. If she waves at me in school, I swear—I’m legally changing my name. 🏫 At School… Ysaa: (nervous, clinging to hope) “Uhm… Jane? Pwede mo ba akong samahan? I don’t know where my class is…” Jane: (rolls eyes like it’s cardio) “Girl. No. I’m not Google Maps. Look for the signs or… blend in.” [walks away with her 6-inch stilettos and 12-inch attitude] 🎧 A Few Steps Away... Zayden, Luca, Damon, Teo — the softboi elite barkada na parang Korean drama casting pero mas may yaman. Zayden: “Bro… sino ‘yung girl na ‘yon sa may hallway? She looks… new. And kind of cute.” Luca: “She’s definitely not from here. Alam mo ‘yan, kasi you don’t forget a face like that.” Damon: (smirks) “Says the guy who forgot our exam schedule and his own birthday last year.” Luca: “Touché. But still… she stands out.” Damon: “You stand out. In a ‘needs help’ kind of way.” Teo: (barely looking up, icy tone) “Then stop staring. Kung curious ka, go talk to her. Simple.” Zayden: (laughs nervously) “Okay wow. Chill, Teo.” Damon: “Teo with zero effort and energy again. As usual.” Teo: (deadpan) “It’s not my problem.” They glance back at Ysaa—who’s clearly lost and shrinking in a sea of expensive perfume and high heels.