"Forgetting a debt doesn't mean it's paid." But I didn't forget him. I knew I owed him a huge amount of money. He paid me even though he wasn't able to own me. Yes, I offered my virgin body to a stranger because I was that desperate. I was sixteen then and helpless. But that night, I knew from the depths of my heart, I won't be able to forget him. Six years later, I found myself in his territory. His eyes twinkled with recognition. That sexy grin I've always remembered about him. The way he ran his tongue along his lower lip as he roamed his gaze around my body, I know, it's payback time.....

Lawrence dela Vega, the man who I fell in love with. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could love someone as much as I loved him. I thought what we had was something unbreakable. But I thought wrong. Three years ago he made me feel that being in love with him was like lying in a bed of roses. But I wasn't aware that the bed itself was full of thorns. Full of deceit. Full of pretence. That the man himself was a great pretender. My plan was to revenge against this heartbreaker Hotelier for making my life miserable. But how? When after all these years, my heart still belongs to him...aches for him...owned by him....