Lorenzo Floyd Valderrama is the son of a ruthless businessman and one of the country's most well-known individuals. He is the powerful, intelligent, and handsome CEO of Valderrama Fashion Threads Corporation but loses his ambition upon the death of the woman he loves the most.

It was a scorching afternoon, Lorenzo jumped into the swimming pool and swam for an hour. He has been reminiscing all the happy moments he spends with his diseased fiancée, his heart is like piercing into pieces every time he will remember her. He can't accept how she ended up dying in such a ridiculous way.

Lorenzo's love for her was great; he did everything he could to convince his parents to allow him to marry a lowly maid like her, but his efforts were in vain. Now that she's gone, he thinks that there's no other reason for him to live in this world. He is ready to give up his life and be with her in the other life for a lifetime.

Lorenzo is losing oxygen in his body and gradually opens his lips under frigid water, enabling fluid to flow inside his body until someone dives into the water and held him.

His eyes widened as he recognized the gorgeous lady in front of him; he studied the details of her face and realized she was a dead ringer for his late fiancée.

His lips curls up when she swam closely and grab his arm, pulling him to her as she carried him out of the water and brought his body to the side of the pool.

"Wake up, sir!" she is shaking his body but he has no response at all.

"Wake up, sir!" she says, shaking his body, but he doesn't respond.

"Oh no! I have to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or he'll die," she murmured. She let out a long and deep sigh before getting ready, "I can't," she shifts her head to the left, but something pushed her to do it.

She move her head closer as she cupped his cheek, her heart was racing as she saw the flawless figure of the man she saved. Her cheeks heat up as her attention moves from his mouth-watering chest to his entire eight-pack abs; she closes her eyes briefly as she lowers her look and opens them again to focus her gaze on his Greek-god-like face.

"Focus, Zareenah. Stop gazing at his face and do what you need to do," she whispered, blinking again.

She tightened her hand and closed her eyes as she moved her face nearer, trembling as his soft lips touched hers. She opened her eyes and gave him a rescue breath for a few seconds, she is monitoring him to see if he was awake so she can stop doing it but he isn't showing any response so she continued breathing in his mouth till he bites her lips!

Lorenzo opens his eyes and believes her fiance is alive and attempting to save him; he laughs so hard seeing her alive that he bites her lips as soon as her mouth contacts his lips.

Zareenah swiftly pushed him and climbed to her feet, cursing, "you! Ungrateful pervert!" She turned her back, but he pursued her, tugging her hand.

He blocks her path and stares at her intensely, "B-Betty!" Tears fall down his cheek as he throws his arm around her so firmly that she can't move and rests his head on her shoulder.

"I'm glad that you are alive, Betty!" he exclaims joyfully.

She frowned her brows as she unclasped his arms behind her, she glared at him as if he were a stranger into his eyes and take a step back, "Betty? I'm not Betty and I don't know who you are, pervert!"

Lorenzo knitted his brows and took a step, he studied her from head to toe, "did you lose your memory after the incident?" He guessed, he carefully walks closely.

"What are you talking about?! What incident are you saying?" She became more curious.

"The only way to know whether you are not her is to--" he moves closely at her and grabs her arm, pulling her closer to him, "see if there is no mole in your lower left side of the hip," he raised his eyebrow and smiled, thinking that she will not allow him to see it.

"How ungrateful he was! Now, he wants to see my body after taking advantage of me! Is this the way how guys flirted?!" She complained and glance at him, her hot blood runs on her body seeing him grin, she moved down her thin pink short trunk a little revealing her milky flawless hip.

Lorenzo was taken aback and dropped his jaw when he didn’t see any trace on her hips as if he had been poured cold water, and his eyes welled up, blinding his vision with the reality.

"Now that I prove my identity, can I leave now?" she smirks at him, tapping his shoulder as she passes at him, and taking her to leave. Lorenzo's knees weaken as the reality hits him…

The next morning, Lorenzo went to his company early to focus his attention on work and forget his lover temporarily.

He paused upon hearing a knock from the door of his office, and raised his head hastily as if he is waiting for that person to arrive, “come in.”

Lorenzo's gaze followed the man's movement as he entered, waiting for him to speak and tell him what news he had delivered him.

“Mr. Valderrama, I have tracked all traces of the girl you've asked me to examine," Lorenzo stood from his seat upon hearing the private investigator's remark, he couldn't wait to hear it from him and hoped that his girlfriend was still alive...

"Tell me what you've discovered about her." Is that Betty? " Lorenzo's hope was dashed when he saw him disagree with him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Valderrama, but she isn't the Betty you're looking for." Ms. Zareenah is 25 years old and was reared in Shanghai. She is a certified Filipino-Chinese architect who graduated from London and is a first-time visitor to our nation. She has no connection to Betty and will never be Betty."

"Was that all you knew about her?" " he questioned angrily.

"Sir, yes. "There's nothing remarkable about her identification; this is all the information I have about her because she has lived overseas since she was a youngster," he said as he handed him the data he gathered and excused himself after reporting.

Lorenzo was left looking at the paper he was holding as he grieved from the loss of his fiancee; he didn't realize that his face was moist with tears running down his cheek, but he is still hanging on to his hopes and convincing himself that she is his fiancee.

“Lorenzo! " A man's high-pitched authoritative voice drew his attention. His head automatically moves to the owner of the voice upon drying his face and a man with white thin hair, a wrinkled face, and having the same height as he emerges in front of him.

"How come you're refusing to see me?!” Mr. Isidro bluntly asked.

He quickly returned his sight to the page and concealed it from him, "I am busy dad," he murmured bitterly.

“Busy?! What are you doing? Mourning for your useless fiancee?!! " he scoffs.

"Stop calling her that!” Lorenzo’s scream echoed in the whole area.

“She is nothing more than a LOWLY MAID! There are plenty of women who are worthy of your love and willing to sacrifice their wealth just to be with you, all you need to do is to get out from the darkness to meet all of them,” he tried to satisfy his son.

“I don’t care about them, ALL I WANT IS BETTY! And don’t… you ever call her like that in front of me or else I will forget that I am your SON!” Lorenzo stride out of his office, all of the employees are giving way to him, nobody dares to provoke him because they all know what he can do to them.

He stepped out of the building and gets in the car, he immediately ordered his driver to send him to the gym he usually goes to.

When he reached the gym, he goes out of the car and took his athlete bag from the compartment of the car, and went inside, asking his driver to leave.

Lorenzo went directly to the comfort room and change into athletic attire before he came into the facility, the clean white wall was the first thing he saw before his attention was drawn to a familiar lady exercising on a treadmill while surrounded by males.

He watches them from afar and waited for what she can do to them, he saw the two men grab her wrist tightly and seems to be planning something bad against her.

He steps forward and got worried for her when he saw the man raise his hand as if he wants to hit her in the face.

“How can she smile like an idiot after provoking those guys?” he breathed as he walked in their direction as fast as he can.

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