Chapter 69 Maria Lua Does Not Have A Father

• If I wanted to go back into that room and tell him how much I loved him, that it wasn't just deep feelings, that I made that up so I wouldn't say what I really wanted? The answer is yes. If I had the courage to do this? Do not.
• There was a time when I let my heart speak louder and screwed myself over for eight years, suffering in the worst possible way, for the man I thought I loved, for his mother, for his brothers, experiencing pain that was not mine.
• I couldn't do this anymore. Now it was my pain. I tolerated Mirela and Cindy. Then the call the blonde answered. The mess at North B. when she was there. I tolerated him saying he couldn't follow the business without her, as she was his trusted person. I endured knowing that the disqualified had an apartment in the same luxurious building as him, given as a gift. Now, for him to steal my idea and say he'd done it for me... No, that wasn't forgivable.