Gianella Santos: 20 years old her mother was seriously ill and money was urgently needed in her family, she was sent to Marco's bed by her best friend Patrcia. After learning of her unplanned pregnancy, she decided to give birth to the child alone. Marco found out about the child, he offered to take responsibility and wanted to marry Gianella. Gianella had to sell herself because her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed a large amount of money, but what she didn't expect was that the 'buyer' was actually her friend's boyfriend Marco, She felt guilty and thought that she slept with the wrong person, but she later learned from her friend Patricia that she arranged everything, and Patricia also told Fill that she didn't mind the relationship between Gianella and Marco's because Marco would end up marrying herself anyway.
Chapter 1 The Betrayal
Gianella's POV:
Hours drifted by in a hazy blend of fitful sleep and restless dreams. The hospital room was a realm of soft beeps and muffled voices, a cocoon of anxiety and hope that held me captive. I awoke with a start as the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a pale glow on my mother's face. Her breathing was shallow but steady, a reminder of the fragile line she walked between life and the unknown.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I checked my phone for any response from Patricia. The screen remained barren of messages, and the knot in my stomach tightened. The minutes stretched like hours, each tick of the clock echoing my impatience. As the sun climbed higher, bathing the room in warmth, a message finally chimed in.
"Hey Gianella, I'm so sorry for not replying earlier. I just woke up. Of course, I'll help you. Let's meet at the café near the hospital in an hour. Love you."
Relief washed over me, mingling with gratitude. Patricia, my childhood friend turned supermodel, was coming to my rescue. I felt a rush of determination, knowing that I had a friend who would stand by me, even in my darkest hour. With newfound energy, I sprang into action, tidying up the room and making sure my mother was comfortable before heading out to meet Patricia.
As I walked through the bustling streets, my thoughts swirled with a mix of apprehension and hope. I had to be strong, for my mother and for myself. The café was a cozy haven amidst the chaos of the city, and I spotted Patricia's familiar face through the window. She stood up as I approached, and we embraced tightly, the weight of our shared history lending a depth to our connection.
"Gianella, I'm so sorry about your mom," Patricia murmured, her eyes brimming with empathy.
"Thank you for being here for me, Patricia," I replied, blinking back tears. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Patricia smiled warmly, her genuine concern reassuring me more than words ever could. Over steaming cups of coffee, we hatched a plan – a bold, daring plan that might just save my mother's life. Patricia's connections and her status as a model opened doors to possibilities I had never imagined. She knew influential people, and she was determined to rally support for our cause.
"You know, Gianella," Patricia began, a twinkle in her eye, "there's a charity event happening tonight. A gala organized by a prominent foundation. The kind of place where people with deep pockets gather to make a difference."
My heart raced at the suggestion. Could this be the opportunity we needed? As Patricia detailed her plan to attend the event, I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity and resourcefulness. She was willing to put herself out there, to leverage her status for a cause that was greater than herself.
The clock ticked on, and our meeting stretched into a blur of excitement and strategizing. Patricia's determination was contagious, and as we parted ways to prepare for the evening, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was uncertain, but I was no longer alone in this fight. Patricia and I were a team, united by our friendship and our shared goal – to save my mother.
As I returned to the hospital, the sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows that stretched like hopeful fingers across the pavement. My mother's slumbering form was a testament to the battle she was fighting, and I vowed to fight alongside her with every ounce of my being. The night held a promise – a promise of hope, of daring, and of a future worth fighting for.
Chapter 1 The Betrayal
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Chapter 2 Hotel
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Chapter 3 Kissed me wildly
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Chapter 4 Are You Breaking Up With Me
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Chapter 5 Liar
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