Empress, your vest has fallen!

"Her family turns out not to be her family, her best friend turns out to be an enemy, her lover turns out to be not the person she thought, and herself turns out to be a person of unknown background.

Cristine Jane Hernandez wishes for a calm life, but no one will let her have it. She couldn't understand why her life was so dangerous and perilous. Until she discovered that she was the daughter of someone else.

Everything she had known her entire life had been a lie. Her initial reaction was to flee, but she remained rational and considered the people who cared about her. They were only acting in her best interests. Everyone wants to protect her, including her parents, brother, best friend, and lover.

It is necessary to break the pattern of people sacrificing their lives for her. She is capable, but she aspires to be much more capable. She is intelligent, but she aspires to become even more so. She toughens up and suppresses her soft side before charging into battle with a strong heart.

But, along the way, she was safeguarded by the man she had given up.

"You can give up whatever you want, but you won't be able to stop me from loving you." - Tristan

Will it be able to eliminate the secrets that keep stacking up? In everyone's eyes, she is a perfect woman.

How long can you keep going?

What is the longest distance you can walk?

How long do you think you'll be able to fight?

Because, honey, I am a flesh-and-blood witness! I'll be watching you from afar to see how your story ends."

She read each line of her work with enthusiasm. Each of the chosen people's biographies is kept in a notebook.

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She's already awake. Her long eyelashes were like dew drops softly twinkling every blink she did. She's staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what she's thinking. The scene was like a picture being captured without any difference. Her hair and dress were also well-done, and the place was neat and spotless.

"Cristine, are you finished? Clyde is already outside the house. You're going to school together, and he's supposed to take you so we can save petrol! Hurry up, hija. You've been there for far too long. Even though you think we're wealthy, we still need to save."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Her mother welcomes her with a long litany every morning. Awesome, right?

"Come on, Mom, isn't there a sweet good morning for me? It's kind of you to greet me with a hello as well."

She raised her brows as she rushed down the stairwell. She rushed out the entrance of their house, not wanting to make Clyde wait any longer. Maybe she'd see a smoky-nosed Clyde glowing with rage, she reasoned.

'We're so dead!' she exclaimed silently. Yeah, it's a little exaggerated.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going?" her mother asked as she approached the front door. "You won't even eat?" her mother sneered, her high fleek eyebrows arched.

So fierce?

"Probably at school, Ma," she replied wryly, raising her eyebrows as well. Thinking of herself as smart with a little flaunting and showing off her eyebrows.

"I'll just eat at school, I'll be late." Pouting while showing urgency and watching her simple but elegant watch as if telling 'I need to go'.

"Anyway, you're the one who's going to get hungry, aren't you? Alas, I still cooked it so deliciously. "

With overemphasized praise of her mother, she's getting hungrier. With what they are doing, Christine will surely be late at class.

"Mom! Just wrap us with some food, please."

Cristine is showing a sweet begging expression trying to please her mother. Thinking that it's better to be full rather than doing something with an empty stomach. Making excuses even though she knew herself that she was just a glutton.

"K," her mother answered sparingly. K? Just K? Potassium? Puta-assume? OK, Periodic table, leave me alone!

Her mother wrapped her some food. Thinking that she was too late, she left immediately after thanking her mother. Her mother just shook her head.

She thanked herself for not forgetting to brush her teeth, avoiding someone's death due to bad breath. It was one of her Ultimate Secret Weapons.

"Bye, mother."

She dashed back inside to kiss her mother's cheeks and bid her farewell. She hurried outside quickly again, spreading dust in the air, thinking about Clyde's impatience and leaving her. Imagine Clyde changing into the Hulk, a green giant!

She saw Clyde leaning against his brand new car as soon as she stepped out of the door. Her hands yearned to scuff someone's new car. What a poor car! Clyde was immediately alerted when she approached him.

Clyde smiled at her, and she returned the smile. They appear to be smiling at each other and looking silly. Her grin faded in the blink of an eye. She let out a snort.

"Here, Clyde. Mother packed us breakfast," She said with a smile as she handed Clyde the bag she was carrying. He also grabbed the bag right away. He should consider himself fortunate that she provided him with food.

"Thanks for this Cris, shall we?" he asked, smiling. Why does it seem like he's always attractive and handsome? Cristine is certain that he inherited his wonderful looks from her. Anyone who disagrees with her is doomed. She believes she is correct. Cristine's self-assurance may render anyone dumbfounded.

"All right," She replied with a smile. Clyde's smile is infectious. Blame him for his handsome face.

Cristine, in case you didn't know, owns a car. However, she still lacks a driver's license. Her student permit is still being processed. She is resourceful. Her Tito wouldn't let her drive, and he made getting a driver's license nearly impossible for her. Her mother is the only one who knows she drives despite the fact that she does not have a driver's license. BEST FRIEND!

Clyde is Cristine's brother, but she hasn't mentioned it yet. Cristine and he were only a year apart in age. Clyde resides with his biological father and does not live with them. Is it confusing?

When Cristine was a child, her father and mother divorced. Despite the fact that their parents each have their own families, this hasn't caused them to dislike one another. Yes, you are correct. Her mother is content with Tito Jon, and her father is happy with Tita Martina. So they are all happy, and she's hoping to stay that way till the end. Perhaps there's a happy ending waiting for them? Cristine is daydreaming about that future, which may sound childish.

She doesn't call Clyde "Older Brother" so that she can get accustomed to it. He thinks he's becoming old, and she's pretending to be his girlfriend at school. Many people adore him, yet he refuses to fall in love with them. She's not sure, but he's not gay. He's just a dashing young man!

To keep those women away, he introduces Cristine as his girlfriend. It's not obvious because they have different last names. The paperwork was sorted, and her last name was changed. So, no worries!

They had already gotten inside his car.

"You may call me brother," he continued softly, "you don't have to call me by my name all the time because I'm still your brother." Isn't her brother adorable? He serves as a stress reliever for her on occasion.

"Brother, I want to get used to it. Maybe at school I'll slip my tongue up and call you brother. How can we fake like that?" Cristine laughed. "Mission failed? Is that so? It's a pity for me to act." She joked.

"Ah, is that truly so?" he wondered, scratching his head. He feels helpless at times. Cristine couldn't tell if her older brother was feigning ignorance or not. By the way, he's a genius.

"Yes, brother, that's really it," she confirmed. She has trouble reading his thoughts sometimes. Isn't it a bad thing?

She, on the other hand, was just listening to music on her iPod while he drove silently.

So guess, what sort of music does Cristine enjoy?

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A/N:

Hija - spanish word meaning "daughter"

Puta - a tagalog word meaning "whore" - it's a bad word. (DON'T USE IT!)

WARNING! DON'T DRIVE WITHOUT A DRIVER'S LICENSE.

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If you think Cristine to be as nice at school as she is at home, you're mistaken; she will never be nice to anyone who doesn't know her personality, or as I like to call it, the REAL HER. The nicer she is at home, the colder she is at school.

Her older brother drove into the school parking lot and parked his car. She took the lead and left her older brother behind. Cristine's behavior would change while she was in school, he already knew. Cris will transform into a stern, frigid, and bitchy type of girl. As a result, her older brother already knows. Even if he pretends to be uninformed at times, he isn't that stupid.

She just kept walking till she realized it was her new school and she wasn't in high school anymore. She has no idea where she is headed right now. She didn't even glance at her schedule. She muttered a curse. She considers herself to be extremely unlucky today. Cristine is frustrated because she can't seem to find her room! She was berating herself for being a moron.

Her older brother had already abandoned her.Kidding! He just left. She was meant to be cool and collected, but she fell short. She becomes upset as she assumes Cylde is already in his room. Worst of all, she failed to get her phone. Thinking about where she can get the information she requires. She lets out a sigh. Is there anyone who is a bigger moron than she is? Not even bringing a phone and not looking at her school schedule? Is there anyone out there? Fellow?

Wouldn't it be great if she could go to the bulletin board? That's correct, Bulletin Board! The names of all students should be placed on the bulletin board. Universities have them so that they don't have to bother the Admissions Office. The Admissions Office, as you are aware, is reserved for VIPs.

She had already taken a position in front of the bulletin board. She was taken aback by the number of the names on the list. She's looking for the name when she's abruptly hit. She muttered a curse. She's thinking about how crazy her day has been.

She spun around to see who had slammed into her. She let out a gasp. The young man in front of her was tall, attractive, and fragrant. His eyes are brown in color. Cristine may be thinking of food when she says the lad smells good. She was disoriented and cursed those dreadful brown eyes. It should be prohibited!

When she realized she was checking out the guy, she became irritated. She suddenly remembered that the guy had just hit her. She believed that, despite his good looks, he had no right to hit her. Tch! He has every advantage, particularly his height.

"Hey, you enormous behemoth! Don't you have eyes? Why aren't you watching where you're going? Maybe you think I'm small and can't be seen, or maybe you're just blind and can't see?" Cristine exclaims. But she has the ability to make it real. She has the ability to kick people. She isn't just words. She is always welcome to give him a sample of one of her strikes.

He answered sarcastically with a giggle, "I'm sorry lady. Yes, it's my fault. Don't be so prickly and furious, you'll look ugly. You're cute. Your height is also cute." What exactly did he say? She didn't pay attention to the last words. It was barely audible. Is she going deaf, Noodles! But why is he laughing in the first place?

"Is that a praise or an insult?" Cristine snarls at the boy. She didn't hear a word he said after that. Something doesn't feel right with her. Do you ever say something cute and then laugh? Isn't that a slap in the face?

"And when did cute become an insult? Tell me," the boy with brown eyes said, his tone challenging. He smirks at her, evidently testing her patience. Cristine is the one who asks, but why is he asking her? When was the last time a question was answered by another question?

"And when did a question become an answer to another question?" she could also raise her eyebrows at him and answer the question with another question. Is it clear where we're going with this? In this argument, we don't have a goal. Cristine thinks their argument is so childish.

"Just now, what, want to argue?" He asked proudly but with a grin. Why is he laughing? Cristine believes the individual with whom she is conversing is mentally challenged. Why is he laughing despite the fact that she is not joking? She's not a clown. She has the impression that she is in danger.

"Wow, go ahead. Make your own law." Cristine rudely stated. We really don't have a destination for this useless conversation. Why am I talking to him in the first place?

"Aren't you really going to lose an argument? For the record, you're different! All right, you're the winner. I'm a gentleman." He looked a bit annoyed but still said it arrogantly.

Cristine rolled her eyes and said, "Good thing you know." She thought she was being stupid by arguing with him.

"Are you a freshman?" He inquired carefully, narrowing his gaze at her.

"Yes, why did you ask?" Cristine replied, embarrassed. Is she being too obvious? she wondered. Is there anything she did that was out of the ordinary? After all, being a fool on the first day is unavoidable.

"So, where's your room?" He inquired, a charming smile on his face. Noodles! That menacing grin! Cristine lets out a sigh. She rubbed her temples while she considered how to go to her room.

"I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out. I was just looking for my name when you bumped into me. You bothered me so much, you know that, right? I'll be late," Cristine grumbled angrily. She murmured, "I really want to kill you."

He inquired, "Are you saying something?" Right now, she said a lot. Isn't that a little bit of something? She truly wants to go inside his head to see if anything is wrong.

"No, is it my fault you're deaf?" Cristine rolled her eyes, fearful of losing her intelligence. She went on looking for my name. Why is there such a large number of names? Annoying! She's running late. Cristine longs to cry, hoping that an angel will come to her rescue.

While studying the names Cristine was scanning, he inquired, "What's your name?"

Cristine was irritated and replied, "Why would I tell you?" He irritated her a lot. She is unable to concentrate on locating her name. She appears to have jumbled up her letters. She's getting a little cross-eyed.

"I'd like to assist you there," he sarcastically replied. "The first class is going to begin in just 10 minutes, and as far as I know, the first class has the same timetable for all freshmen. Perhaps you want to be late on your first day?" Cristine believed the man was also making fun of her intelligence.

Cristine thought she was crazy for believing that this man was the one sent from above. Is it possible for God to send someone else? She's running late. Is it really necessary for her to ask him? Her pride would not allow her to do so. But what kind of pride are you talking about in these times? Cristine swallows her saliva as she considers whether to ask in a coquettish or gentle manner. Being a female is difficult.

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A/N:

Actually, "Noodles" was a stand-in curse. Noodles are referred to as "pansit" in Tagalog, which sounds close to the curse "f*ck shit." I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing.

In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry.

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