Lavender J. Amherst, the beautiful and only daughter of her father, though illegitimate. Bore by her father's mistress who later died, she was loathed by her father's wife, snubbed by her siblings and looked upon as a disappointment to her father. Desperate to prove to her family she can make them happy and proud, she tried everything she could to improve things  but failed.

   Everything, however, became better as she is suddenly the star of the family when an admired business tycoon take interest in her. Living in love and admiration from both her family, the public, and her fiancé, Rominic B. Verlice, she is blind to see the handwriting on the wall until reality hits her hard. She lost everything as quick as she gained it when the truth comes out, but life gives her comfort in the form of five.

   She runs away; away from her past, away from her father who disowned her, away from the pain and agony and live to take care of the blessings she discovered she had. But when everything starts falling apart again, she is once again face with her ex, the love of her life, father of her children but enemy.

But hatred can never be stronger than love.

It Should Have Been Like This

 I laid on my bed, stomach and chest pressed against Rominic's favorite pillow and my legs kicking the air. Don't ask me why I'm using his pillow, because I don't know. All I know is that using it made me feel better in a sort of way. 


 So I was chatting the guys up. Ferris added me to their group chat, a chat I hadn't left since I was added days ago. The guys were so happy and eager to meet me, even I too. I already had a plan to host a small reunion party, but the problem was the venue. Rominic's house is his baby and he would never let me throw a party, especially when it involved boys, Ferris especially. But, that's what makes it fun. I was going to throw it whether he likes it or not. 


Ferris: I can't wait for you to meet the girls! 


Me: oh my goodness! You guys are fathers now! 


Gael: you were gone for years, Jam, so of course we are married. 


Back as eight