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 told you all my siblings and I aren't orphans and we were not adopted. Look," Zayne pointed at me, "that's my mommy and look, I have her hair," he said proudly and patted his head. If the angry scowl on my face wasn't enough to scare them, then they had no idea how a monster looks like. 


 "Zayne, what is going on here? Are you being bullied? Who told you all that my children were adopted?" I snapped. 


 "At your age you are already forming a gang of bullies, shame on you all. Your parents would be hearing from me soon enough." I walked over to Zayne, took his hand and pulled him along. I was fuming with rage. That would explain why he cried thinking I was abandoning them. Those brats must have said things to them. 


 "Mom, slow down," he cried. I looked down at him. I had the urge to whisk him into my arms, but I had a feeling he would get bullied for that. Instead, I slowed down. "Mommy, are you mad at me?" 


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