Published book, series and now a Wattpad Original. Read the original story or watch new episodes weekly only on VivaOne. Hindi intensiyon ni Carmela Isabella ang umibig, lalo na sa taong 1892. Mula sa taong 2016 ay mapupunta siya sa nakaraan nang may isang misyon: huwag hayaang umibig sa kanya si Juanito Alfonso, ang anak ng kilalang gobernadorcillo at ang lalaking nakatakda niyang makaisang-dibdib. *** Palaging kinukuwestiyon ni Carmela Isabella ang mga kuwentong nakabaon sa nakaraan ng kanyang pamilya, ngunit hindi niya akalain na mula sa panahong 2016 ay mapupunta siya sa taong 1892 sa pamamagitan ng isang lumang talaarawan at ang Arch of the Centuries na kanyang nagsilbing portal. Inatasan siya ng isang misteryosong madre upang gawin ang napakahalagang misyon: kailangan niyang mamuhay bilang si Carmelita Montecarlos, ang bunsong anak ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa San Alfonso at siguruhing mapipigilan si Juanito Alfonso--ang nakatakdang mapangasawa ni Carmelita--na umibig sa kanya. Sa nalalapit nilang kasal at sa kasaysayang naghihintay na maisulat muli, ang pag-ibig na hindi naman sinadya upang maranasan ng dalawang inosenteng puso ay muli bang masisilayan pagkalipas ng isang siglo? Book Cover by: LIB Publishing Illustrated (Charcoal Painting) by: Warner Jr. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. Started: June 01, 2016 Completed: April 27, 2017

MAY 14, 1892 “The wintery night proved as cold and dark as my father’s heart. How could he set me up for this? Trading me off like some piece of merchandise? He bargained a price on my life, a sack of silver in the place of his only daughter. “I pretended to be optimistic for a while, though I was only fooling myself. I told myself, ‘Don’t worry Anna. He will come back for you, just like he promised.’ I should have known better. My father was a relentless gambler. He never kept his promises. Everyone back in my home village in Kent, England called him a trickster, a crook. They never thought I could hear them, but I have even caught the term ‘malicious criminal who needs to be stopped at all costs’. I cannot believe that I defended that barbarian. When no one else would, including my own brother, I was always the one who stood up for him in the presence of the townsfolk. Me. Not Samuel, me. And I have regretted doing so ever since he deserted me in this hellhole.” The mystery woman’s words on the first page of her journal spoke directly to Nathaniel Martin’s soul. When the highway workers found him, he was garbed in a suit. Not the kind of suits you see on your everyday businessman or CEO. No, he was dressed in some filthy, tattered rags that could possibly have been a suit at one time, maybe even almost a century ago. He does not remember how he ended up in an old bomb shelter in the middle of a desert in Nevada, nor does he remember anything about his life previous to being found and woken up. All he has of the past are the objects he was holding: a ring, a diary of a woman from God-knows-what era, an old shotgun with one bullet, a key, and whatever clothes he had on his back.