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 Sara Rodriguez is a woman in her early forties. She got pregnant when she was twenty years old after which her parents chased her out for disgracing them. She struggled on her own and had her child, disappointed that the baby turned out to be a girl instead of a boy, she took the baby to a nearby dumpster and kept her there in a basket she made by herself with a simple note telling whoever finds the child to please take care of her, the baby's full name was written on the piece of paper. That little girl was none other than Mylar Rodriguez. A cleaner at a nearby orphanage home found the little girl when she went to throw away some trash. She took Mylar to the orphanage with her and gave her to the head of the orphanage. Mylar spent nineteen years of her life in the orphanage with her only best friend Vida who was kept beside the orphanage when she was just a five-month-old child. Afterward, she started working as a house helper for a rich woman who took an interest in her because

 "My son? Are you kidding me?" Mr Luis asked laughing hysterically at me as I stood feeling so timid and weak before him. "I am telling you the truth," I said whimpering. "You shut up. I never had any relationship with your whore of a mother. Leave my office now." "My mom was never a whore, you are a monster. A very bad person." I shouted at Mr Luis. Mr Luis called in his bodyguards and asked them to throw me out. After throwing Juan out, Mr. Luis thought to himself what if Juan goes around telling people that he is his child, a child out of wedlock? "Isabella would kill me if anything goes wrong." He thought to himself and picked up his phone. He called someone to tell Juan and when Juan got to a secluded place, they should kidnap him and take him somewhere they could quietly kill him without causing any chaos. "I was kidnapped, I only realized that when I woke up surrounded by very built men smoking and drinking while my hands an

 "My name is not Julian Wylder, I am Juan Jose." Mr Julian revealed this to everyone. "Just so you understand, I think I need to finally tell you all my story since everything is already over now. It's time for the revelation and the motive behind my revenge." Mr Julian continued, they all looked at each other as questions filled their minds. He kept quiet for a while and then continued talking. "My revenge, my anger, my rage all began several years ago. I will begin from the very beginning." "A long time ago according to the story my mom told me before she died, there was a wealthy and affluent woman who had so many staff working for her and her husband, that woman was none other than Mrs Isabella Fernandez. One time, Mrs Isabella's husband Luis Fernandez raped one of his workers, a beautiful young woman whose name was María Erasmo who was my mother." "When Mrs. Isabella found out about this, she decided to cover up her husband'

 Each time Mr Julian tried to harm Camilo, Mylar was always a step ahead of him and always succeeded in saving Camilo's life. Each time Mr. Julian attempted to hurt Camilo, Elio realized how ruthless his dad was. One day, Mr Julian decided to use another means to get to Camilo. Since he couldn't harm Camilo and Mylar, he decided to harm Mylar's daughter. He poisoned the little girl but luckily for her, Mylar detected it quickly and took her to the hospital.  The poison was immediately flushed out of the little girl's body. Unluckily for Mr Julian, he was caught on the camera installed in their daughter's room. Camilo called in the police and got him arrested. And at the police station, Camilo revealed the other pieces of evidence he had against him. "Juan here, take this," Mylar said to Juan Jose. He reluctantly collected the money and quietly asked. "What is this for?"  "I am sure that money will be enough for you to take care of yourself a

 Mylar lay on the bed facing the wall when Camilo walked in. He looked at her and remembered her words. Then he thought to himself. "Why does love weaken one." "But apart from love, there seems to be an ounce of truth in whatever she and Elio are saying." He said to himself. "I watched the video and read those documents," Camilo said aloud so that she could hear him and he continued talking when she showed no interest. "A part of me sees a lot of truth in it." He went to her and bent over to kiss her forehead.  "Mylar, you don't have to leave me whether you are right or wrong. Doubting you is because I love my dad." He sighed, he hated it when he didn't get any response to whatever he said. "If I believe you right away, that means I have been lying about my love for my dad. Mylar I love you and my dad equally. I can't choose one over the other." She continued to ignore him, and he got up and went to the wardrobe. &

 They hugged for a while before they finally let go of each other. "You said something about being in love with someone else. Who are you referring to?" Mylar asked and Elio smiled shyly at the question. Then he replied with only one word. "Vida."  Mylar's eyes widened at the name she heard and her heart was instantly filled with joy. "I am in love with Vida," Elio said happily. "I knew it," Mylar shouted with joy. "Your closeness was rather unusual. You suddenly stole her away from me, you guys were always together." Mylar said putting on an angry expression. "I am sorry for stealing her." Elio apologized with his cute smile and Mylar said. "Don't worry about that. I am very happy for you. You made the best choice, my Vida is absolutely amazing, beautiful, and very smart."  They both went quiet until Mylar sighed heavily and said. "Now we must find a way to convince Camilo so that he can also help us ou

 "This is my favorite place to be in this entire house," Elio said to Vida. "The rooftop?" Vida asked and looked at him with a smile, he smiled back and said. "Yes, the rooftop. Here I can see all the stars in the sky, the beautiful moon, and even the sunrise."  "Is it that beautiful?" Vida asked looking a bit sad. "It is, haven't you tried it before?" Elio asked. "I never had the time. As an orphan, I have never had the opportunity to do anything fun. I have always spent every hour, minute, and seconds of my life trying to fend for myself and become someone in the society." She paused and continued talking. "I have no right to enjoy." "Well, now that you are with me. As my friend, of course, I will fulfill that desire of yours to have fun and live the life." Elio said and made her smile. They both watched the stars together and the moon shunned on Vida's face making her look even more beautiful tha

 "Why do you want to get us into trouble?" Mr Julian asked after Miss Emelda secretly dragged him away from little Kyla's cake cutting. "I needed to inform you about something urgent." She replied, looking worried. "Tell me." She nodded and told him of her suspicion. "I don't think Mylar is giving Camila the right drugs anymore." Only after hearing this did Mr Julian give her his full attention. "And why would you think that?" He asked, his mind beginning to fill with different thoughts at the moment. "Camila is beginning to act differently, she speaks more nicely to me and is behaving normally as if there's nothing wrong with her. I need you to please look into this." She kept quiet fidgeting and continued talking again. "You know that if you do not do anything about this then everyone will find out about our plan of running Camila completely mad." Bang! They heard a sound at the door and the both of the

 "Can we meet tonight?" Miss Emelda asked Mr Julian as she called him on the phone. After being caught by Camilo, they decided to take a break from seeing each other for a while but Miss Emelda was getting tired of the break and so she sneaked into the outhouse to make a phone call to her beloved but the response he gave her wasn't satisfactory at all. "No, you still remember what happened last time right? Now you want it to happen again at my granddaughter's birthday party."  "But we could just meet for a few minutes." Miss Emelda said pleadingly but Mr Julian still refused. "Exactly what you said last time. It's not going to happen right?." After saying that, he cut off the call and dropped his phone on the desk. Even though he had managed to solve some of the problems that had been bothering him for several months now, he still wasn't at peace with himself, there was still something missing that he desperately wanted. That thin

 Then he suddenly got up and went to the nursery where Mylar's baby was kept. "Can I take the little girl?" He asked the lady nurse who was tending to the crying children. "Are you the father?" The nurse asked after taking her eyes away from the little infant she held in her arms. "No, but I am Elio Wylder, the baby's uncle, younger brother to Camilo Wylder," Elio replied with pleading eyes. "I am sorry sir but I can't allow you to take the child." "Let him." Said a teary voice from behind them, it was Camilo. "He's my brother, he won't harm the child." The nurse agreed after a while of thinking it through, she brought out the little girl wrapped in the pink blanket they brought to the hospital, the blanket Mylar knitted herself. "Here you go, gently." The nurse said as she handed the baby to Elio. Camilo couldn't bear to look at his child's face. Earlier on when he was asked what the chil

 "Should I carry her?" Elio asked and Vida yelled at him. "Are you seriously asking for his permission at the moment?" Elio picked Mylar up without saying anything again. Ouhhhhh!!! Mylar kept panting and crying out in pain. When Mr Julian and Miss Emelda tried to help out, Camilo yelled at both of them and asked them not to. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on Mylar?" He yelled. Elio carried her and Camilo grabbed the keys. They placed her in the back seat leaving Vida to sit with her, then both of them entered the front and Camilo drove the car away. On the way, Elio noticed how Camilo was distracted and couldn't concentrate on his driving, he also saw how Camilo was looking back at Mylar from time to time. "Stop the car," Elio yelled to Camilo and he stepped on the brake quickly, startled. "Why?" Camilo asked his voice shaking. He was panicking, his face was pale, and his limbs and entire body felt as if they weren't