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The girl who knows NOTHING knows EVERYTHING

The girl who knows NOTHING knows EVERYTHING

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[One shot story] She is XENNA AKIRRA PARKER a great pretender. She's epitome of beauty and beyond perfect. She have everything! A face, body, money and fame. But behind those lovely smile and beautiful face she has a darkest secret, the past that keep on hunting her present. The past that she keep on avoiding. The memory of the past that she want to forget. But what if she truly forgot the past? What will happen to her? Everything to her is almost perfect. Until she meet this intruder. That make her stabled life become uncertain. An annoying but handsome guy. He has this well built body na makalaglag panty. His biceps and abs na makalaglag matres. Yung tipong hindi mo na kelangan ng kanin dahil ulam pa lang solve na. And when it comes to his face, handsome is not enough to describe him. He's like a greek god, his jaw that shouting authority, his eyes that describing how hot the hell is. He smirk as if he's more dangerous than everything. Everything to her is uncertain. He do what ever he wanted to do!. He's a rebel. He's totally rude. And an absolutely maniac. He's an easy go lucky person, there's no rule when it comes to him. He don't care to anyone!. But one thing is certain to his life. It is to find the missing person in his past. The person that he want to bring to death. The person that he want to send to hell. A person that he hate the most. And also he get what ever he want, because he is DAIMON CLARK MONTEMAYOR a great controller. What will happen if they meet each other? Is the handsome controller can regulate a rule in the game that the beautiful pretender usually play? Is this a disaster? Or A love despite of their opposite personalities? Is love truly conquer everything? Will they help each other to heal all the hatred, forget the past and live in the future together? Did they really meet in purpose? Is this an accident? Or Everything is planned?
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Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

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