"Have you not heard? He never wanted you? He was only using you because he wanted to get close to your father." A woman said to her as she wrapped her arms around a man at her side on the bed.

"I don't understand what you are saying." She tried to move closer, but she remained rooted on the spot. She could only gaze at the two figures right in front of her.

"He wants me back because I am far better than you will ever be." She continued with her hurtful words.

"What are you talking about?" She was confused as she looked at her closely, but somehow, she could not see her face.

She also tried to recognize the man facing his back on her, but her view was a bit hazy. She still had no idea who he was. They must be someone she knew because she was talking to her.

Her voice was a bit familiar, but she could not place where she had heard her before. But she was sure that she knew her from somewhere. She was great with her memory, but right now, it was failing her.

Maybe if the man talked, she would also recognize his voice, and then she could finally tell who they were. But the man remained silent as the woman kept her possessive hands on him. He remained turned away from her.

"Do you know what your problem is? You think that you are a f*cking princess that everybody should bow down. But you are nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks you could always get what you want by showing off your money." The woman told her with so much hatred.

"You don't know me. You have no right to judge me." She shouted back as she started to fight back. She had no right to say those words to her because she had long abandoned that kind of life. She had changed.

"He doesn't want you, so you can't have him." The girl once again reiterated as she started kissing him, pulling him closer to her. "This time, your money will never be enough to buy love. Nobody loves you. All everybody wants from you is your money."

"If he did not want me, then he is all yours." She answered her, getting confused even more. She still could not put a name on the people that were in front of her. Why would she want him?

Then, the man started kissing her back. Then, he pulled her closer to him until the woman had her legs around his waist as he supported her with his arms around her body. The woman ended up straddling against him, facing her.

"You can't make any man want you. You would not know how to do it because you will always be incompetent in bed. You will never know how to pleasure a man." The girl continued with her insult.

On the other hand, the man continued to tease her with his lips and pleasure her. She also did the same thing with him.

"I..." She was about to defend herself when the cloudy haze suddenly cleared. But her eyes became watery as she slowly recognized the people in front of her.

"You don't know how to satisfy a man like Alex, and you will never will. You will never be able to keep him for long because he will always come back to me." She suddenly showed her face. It was Tyra.

"No, that is not true," Dani shouted, but no words seemed to come out of her mouth. It sounded like her voice was trapped in her throat that no matter how she tried to say something, she could not hear anything.

Then, she abruptly opened her eyes only to realize that she was only dreaming. The lights were off, and she could barely see anything except for the few shadows that played around her.

She felt the pillow under her head and the blanket on her body. She knew she was still lying on the bed. "It was just a dream." She mumbled to herself, trying to calm herself down.

When she turned around, she could see his face in the small light coming from the window. He was still sound asleep. She felt a sudden comfort, breathing a sigh of relief. Nothing about her dream was true. Alex was not leaving her, she finally concluded.

She shifted her face away from him, careful not to make any sudden movement. She did not want to wake him as she tried to go back to sleep.

But minutes had gone, her eyes were still wide awake as her mind played the dream she just had. She was left wondering why she had that dream. Maybe it was because of stress or probably seeing Nick again. The latter seemed to be the better reason for it.

She wanted to erase the memory of it. However, this one kept lingering on her head as if it was a broken record that repeatedly played, whether she liked it or not.

She ended up staring at the dark ceiling as her mind strayed back in the past. An event in her life that she would like so much to forget. But as she said earlier, her brain had this ability to keep remembering things, even if she did not mean it or want it.

She suddenly found herself dreaming again, seeing pictures and events. Then, it was so clear, as if she was watching her life revealed to herself.

She was back at their house, hiding behind a cabinet as she listened to her father and mother argued in the other room.

She did not want to believe what she heard. She did not want to listen to any more lies coming out of her father's lips. As of now, all she wanted to do was see him. "It can't be true." She said, shaking her head to deny all her father's claims.

She had to see him. She loved him, and she was sure that he loved her just as much or maybe more. She had convinced herself that all of what his father was saying had a reasonable explanation.