All That We Were

Margareth Rioflorido was the toast of the European literary scene. Her prose, sharp as a Parisian stiletto. Her novels, international bestsellers, were celebrated for their psychological depth and unforgiving portrayal of the elite. Yet, behind the façade of a literary titan lurked a woman shrouded in mystery.

Margareth cultivated a persona as cold as the winter wind whipping through the cobbled streets of Paris. The fierce expression in her eyes, parang nanunusok ang talim at walang sinumang nag-dare tumitig dito.

Her interviews were rare, her public appearances even rarer. She dealt with the world through her scathing wit. A loyal shield against the intrusive glare of the spotlight. Rumors swirled around Margareth like the smoke from a thousand Parisian cafes. Some whispered of a tragic past that fueled her chilling narratives. Others speculated about a hidden life, a secret that fueled the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface of her seemingly emotionless prose.

As she returned to her country, things started shifting to mess up her perfectly curated life. She met her past, Andrew Estrella. He was the past she tried to forget and to avoid at all costs. But as Andrew delves deeper in curiosity, he discovers a past that something Margareth carefully tried to hide was not for the public's eye but from him.