Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste of Your Love
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She was misunderstood and unnoticed-the rebellious and bad daughter. She never cared what people thought of her, as long as she knew she wasn't stepping on anyone else's toes. They considered her a self-centered brat and a humiliation to the family, but she remained indifferent. That is, until she met Cedric Miguel Villacencio-the man who captured her heart for the first time, but unfortunately, the man is in love with her stepsister.. He showed her nothing but hate, yet she continued to love him, even hating herself for it. It reached a point where Cedric Miguel chose to believe Leanna's lies over her own words.
No matter how hard she tried to hate him, she found herself falling even deeper. As things spiraled, her life fell apart. She was misjudged, misunderstood, and mistreated, leading her to run away from home. Her feet carried her to the beautiful place of Calor Del Cielo, where she met Inigo, who gave her the strength to live and dream again.
She rose up, rediscovered herself, and learned to dream again. When she returned, she found a different Cedric Miguel, one who showed signs of interest in her. Will she give him a chance, or will she choose Inigo instead? Can she stand by her decision to love Inigo, or will she be betrayed by her own feelings and follow her heart's desire?
Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste of Your Love Chapter 1
First impressions are often entirely wrong. The thing that sometimes gets lost is the way people look at the harder edge of me and get the wrong impression that I'm a mean, selfish, priggish, unreasonable brat, and a very conceited person. That's really something I don't want people to think about me but that is not usually happening all the time. I don't usually care for what people think of me. The less I care, the less I hurt. I have trusted people but ended up being deceived and betrayed. There are people who are good at disguising and have mastered the art of deceit and yet, still know how to look saint to everyone. I'm not a good judge of character but I'm easily judged. Trust me I get used to it...
Cedric Miguel Villacencio, the man who never failed to make some havoc in my system. He was almost perfect in every way and excellent in every aspect. I know I won't stand a chance on him and I know he can never be mine. Probably because there is only one girl he sees and adores and that's Leanna- my one and only stepsister...
It is easy to hate and very difficult to love. What more to be praised by everyone? On my end, I don't chase love, affection, or attention. If it's not given freely then it's not worth having. I have never hated a person as I hate Cedric Miguel. I hate him for I know he hates me but I hate myself more because I still love him beyond that fact. They said there is not much difference between love and hate. They both get out of control easily and one turns into the other.
I hate that some things don't work the way you want them to be. I hate that I always get affected even though I don't want to.
I hate that love is imperceptive, I hate that love can endure all pains. I hate him for he stole my heart but broke it with his harsh and painful words. I hate that he thinks the worst of me and I hate him more for being such a fool. But beyond all, I hate myself for keep on deeply loving him for all these years. You see in this lifetime, we cannot always get what we want no matter how badly wished to have it. There are times luck might favor us but there are times that no matter how we strive hard to have it when it's bound to be not yours, you can never have it. That's the cruelty of life and reality I guess. Trust me, I know my limits. I know when and how to stop. That even it will hurt me so deeply, I still know how to let go...
I am Gavriella Dela Garza and this is my bittersweet taste of a love story...
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First impressions are often entirely wrong. People easily make judgments based on what they can see and often jump to conclusions without considering the whole picture. It is easy to form an opinion about someone, especially if you convince yourself of it or others make you believe it. I have always been used on how people look at the harder edge of me, that I am mean, selfish and conceited spoiled brat. I don't usually care for what people think of me. The less I care, the less I hurt. I have trusted people but ended up being deceived and betrayed. In this cruel world I have learned not to trust easily. Some are skilled in disguising and experts in making people believe in their goodness while secretly playing a dangerous game. They hide their true colors behind a facade of innocence just to seize what they desire. I'd say I'm not a good judge of character, but trust me, I'm often easily judged.
They say love is amazing, but love can be a dangerous game. It can be treacherous, painful and can leave scars that will run deep through the heart. It can nurture hate and anger, but it is a much more difficult thing to grasp, especially when it's unrequited. In my case, I don't chase love or attention. If it's not given freely, then it's not worth having. That's what I used to believe but not until I met Cedric Miguel Villacencio- the only man who never failed to make some havoc in my system. He's almost perfect in every way and excellent in every aspect. I know I won't stand a chance on him not only because he's way too out of my league but also because he has eyes for only one woman and that's Leanna- my stepsister. He thinks the worst of me and I hate him for always being a jerk. He can never be mine, I have known that a long time ago.
Sometimes, I hate that the heart is persistent and very hopeful. I hate that it can endure pain and can love deeply without expecting in return. That love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and in my case, it's a volatile mix. I hate him with a passion. I hate that I'm so easily affected no matter how hard I try not to. I hate that things don't always go the way we want them to be and I hate that this love is so strong, patient and selfless. But I guess, I hate myself more for keep on loving him for all these years.
I have known that life isn't always fair. That in this lifetime, we cannot always get what we want no matter how badly wished to have it. Luck might favor us in some desperate moments but there are also times that no matter how we strive hard to have it when it's not bound to be yours, you can never have it. It's the harsh reality of life, I guess. I can be a fighter, but I won't keep fighting a battle I know I will lose. Yes, I can love silently, but I won't fight for something that was never meant to be mine in the first place. I know my limits too. Trust me, I know when and how to stop. That even it will hurt me so deeply, I will still know how to let go...
I am Gavriella Dela Garza, and this is my bittersweet love story.
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Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste of Your Love of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.
7.5
I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Ignatz.
But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell.
He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her career couldn't handle the scandal.
When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately.
"Everleigh is the woman I love," he said. "Finding out you're pregnant with my child would destroy her."
He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility.
He knew. And he still sent me.
I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Ignatz and Everleigh were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'm ready to come home."
