Selena closed her eyes, the silence of the room pressing down on her chest. Kahit ilang taon na ang lumipas, the echoes of her own voice still haunted her—paulit-ulit, parang sirang plaka. The memory came unbidden, raw and merciless.
She was younger then. Naive. A woman willing to give everything.
“Damien, please…” her voice trembled in the dark corridors of her memory, the sound of her own desperate begging seared into her soul. “I love you… kahit anong sabihin ng pamilya ko, kahit anong gawin ng mga Vergara, it’s you I want.”
But Damien hadn’t even spared her a glance. His broad shoulders had been turned toward the weight of his family’s empire, his loyalty bound by the Vergara name. Ang sakit noon—yung pakiramdam na she was never enough, that no matter how hard she knelt, how hard sh
